7. Jasoni Ward
JASONI WARD
Sinking deeper into the couch, I watched Oaklyn dance and sing around the room.
The candles we’d found created a sultry ambience as dusk took over the sky.
It matched the vibe of her rolling hips and seductive booty pops.
I licked my lips, enjoying the view, because everything about her infatuated me.
Since the things I’d told her earlier, the vibe between us was more friendly.
To pass time, she was currently playing music on her phone that was making me feel more inclined to get close to her.
The lyrics of Rome’s “Just Once, Once More, Three Times” nearly encouraged me to ease up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I just knew her body would fuse into mine like two destined puzzle pieces.
I balled my hands into fists, knowing we weren’t there, yet wishing I had the ability to speed up the clock.
She was just willing to talk to me without me having to prompt her first.
I snapped out of the daze I was in when the song changed, making Oaklyn squeal with glee. “Ah, I love this song!”
I rested my arm on the back of the couch, content with studying her every move. She grabbed the remote off the table and began singing along to the song. It took me a minute to realize the person was switching between English and another language.
“Oatmeal, what the fuck is this?” I questioned.
She giggled before rushing over to dive on the couch beside me. She looked so innocent looking up at me with her radiant smile. “It’s a song from a C-Drama.”
I frowned with a shake of my head. “You don’t even know what he’s saying.”
She shrugged unashamedly. “I don’t care.
The English parts are enough for me to understand what the song is about.
I think it’s a beautiful song, and I love it.
I would play this at my wedding.” She lifted the remote control and continued singing dramatically.
“When I translate the title of the song, it comes up as I want to live quietly in your soul.”
I chuckled when she stood up and started doing the air guitar while singing.
Her energy was fucking contagious. I could admit after listening to it a little more, I liked the song too.
I couldn’t understand all the lyrics, but she was right about the English lyrics being more than enough to comprehend.
I had the silly thought that if she married me, I would surely let her play this bilingual shit on our special day.
The humming from the electricity powering back on brought an end to the performance she was putting on for me. I was a little sad thinking this meant she would go back to locking herself in her room. Oaky jumped up and down excitedly while clapping her hands.
“Yes, I can finally take a shower, and we can get some motherfucking heat in this ho. The fireplace is cool, but baby, that ain’t enough to keep big mama warm at night.”
I smirked, seeing an opportunity to tease her. “What about me? You think I’m enough to keep big mama warm at night?” I sat up enough to rest my elbows on my knees while keeping my eyes steady on her. Now that we had lights, I wanted to see her every reaction to my words.
Her cheeks puffed out before she turned away to hide the proof of what my words could do to her. “I mean, you got a little meat on you, so you just might get the job done.”
I raised an eyebrow and leaned forward a little more. I dropped my voice an octave and upped the stakes. “You want to find out?”
She burst into a fit of giggles, although her eyes outlined my massive silhouette sitting on the couch. Backing away from me, she shook her head. “What I’m not about to do is play with you, Soni.”
“Who said I’m playing?”
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish without water. If she stretched her eyes any wider, them muthafuckas were going to pop out of her head. She continued to back away before saying, “Let’s resume this conversation after I’ve taken a shower.”
Before I could reply, she raced to her room, nearly tripping over her comforter she’d picked up, and slammed the door shut.
I chuckled, loving the effects of my words.
If I were being honest, I was beyond the point of wanting to be Oaklyn’s friend.
I’d tried that, and it didn’t work. This time, I wanted to be clear in my stance.
I wanted her in every way if she would trust herself with me for a second time, but I wasn’t sure if that was how she perceived me.
I mean, I’d caught her checking me out a time or two, but that didn’t necessarily mean she was going.
I needed proof that she was willing to cross that bridge with me, so while I went to take a shower myself, I could shamelessly admit that I was plotting on what to do next.
Being snowed in at this cabin with her was the perfect opportunity, and every moment counted.
By the time I was showered and moisturized, I knew exactly what I was going to do.
I smirked on my way down the stairs but paused at the bottom when I heard the bathroom door open.
Steam rushed out from the cracks before Oaky’s head peeked out, clearly looking for me.
I was about to say something to alert her of my presence, but she pushed the door open wider and sprinted through the open space to her room—butt-ass naked, might I add.
I remained frozen in place, trying to control my body.
My dick strained against my sweatpants, wanting to follow her curvy body right into that damn room.
I mean, Oaklyn obviously was beautiful, even with clothes on, but her birthday suit was a crime against humanity.
She was fucking perfect, and the thought of never making her mine infuriated me.
No other man would ever get the chance to see her vulnerable like that if I got my way.
Determination raced through me as I made my way to the cellar.
I pulled out a bottle of Black Sade, along with two glasses for the drinks.
By the time I came out, there was a trail left behind from Oaky’s vanilla perfume.
I followed it all the way to the kitchen, where I found her bent over in the fridge.
She came out, holding up a bottle of water.
“I got something better for you to drink,” I said before she could twist the cap off.
I held up the bottle of liquor when she glanced at me.
She grinned shyly before slamming the door shut on the fridge.
I didn’t miss the way her eyes studied my bare chest, because I intentionally didn’t wear a shirt.
There was this look I couldn’t describe in her eyes, but I prayed that it was lust. “That’s how you feeling? ”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s not like we have shit else to do.”
She laughed with a nod. “That’s true. Aight, pour me up. This what the fuck I came to this cabin for anyway.” I smiled while closing the distance between us to do just that. I poured both of us a shot. She tapped her glass against mine giddily, “Happy almost birthday!” she yelled out.
I chuckled with a nod. “Thank you, beautiful.” I kept my eyes on her as I tossed the liquor back with ease. I leaned on the counter and made my suggestion after slamming my glass down. “Let’s play a game.”
I didn’t know if it was intentional, but she leaned closer to me. My eyes fell to her breasts spilling out the top of her fitted tank top. I licked my lips before returning my eyes to hers. She was so close that I could feel the heat from her body. “What game would that be?”
I tapped my chin, pretending as if I were really thinking about it before suggesting, “Truth or Dare.”
Her beautiful brown eyes studied me with intrigue. A small smile curved the edges of her full lips. “Really? Truth or Dare?”
I nodded. “Yeah. What? You scared or something?” I teased.
“What is there to be scared of?”
I shrugged. “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”
She eyed me a second longer before she picked up the bottle. “Fuck it. Let’s play.”
Oaklyn led the way to the living room while I followed behind her, loving the sway of her hips.
She was dressed down in the pink top she’d paired with a pair of Ed Hardy sweatpants.
The cropped tank left her waist and stomach exposed.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her full breasts sat up like an invitation to lay my head on top of them.
I watched her use the remote control to connect her phone to the Bluetooth speaker system to play some music.
I laid back on the couch with my arms extended along the back, just waiting.
I should’ve felt bad about this because she didn’t even know she was my prey and had walked right into my trap.
I was on the fucking hunt for just a taste of her, and I hoped she would let me have it.
“Okay, let’s play,” she finally said, coming over to the couch. “Oh, wait. I’m about to go live.”
I didn’t object and, instead, continued to silently watch as she opened her Instagram app and started a live video. She had hundreds of viewers by the time she propped the phone up in front of us seconds later.
“Hey, y’all. We’re currently snowed in, in Graceland. Since we finally have some power, we are going to play a game of Truth or Dare.” She glanced at me with a smirk. “Are you ready?”
I nodded. “You can go first. Truth or dare?”
She tapped her chin before turning to the screen where comments floated continuously up the screen. “What should I choose, y’all?” After a few seconds of reading the comments, she finally said, “Dare.”
“I dare you to go outside and howl at the moon.”
Her mouth fell open in shock. “Oh, we’re playing like that?” I shrugged innocently. “Okay, cool.”
“Oh, and if you don’t do something, you have to drink.” I nodded toward the liquor bottle just waiting on us to devour it.
She blessed me with her smile, making the hairs on my arms stand at attention. “Okay, fine. That’s fair. Let me grab my jacket.”
I was shaking my head before she could even finish. “Nope, you have to do it as is.”