Chapter Nineteen
Oakley
I stay at Waylon’s for the day since I can’t be sure Terry’s not sleeping off some hangover from all those stupid fruity drinks. I spend the day doing what I do when I am a little stressed…okay, a lot stressed and a little out of sorts. I bake.
I'm still not sure how I feel about Waylon seeing me naked or me asking him to have sex with me. Waylon’s hot. It would only be natural that drunk me, who has very little inhibitions and no sense, would try to hit on him, but damn! Did I have to do it so bluntly?
I hear his key in the lock before I can figure any of it out. Before he can even reset the alarm, I’m talking to him.
“I made a pie today. I hope that’s okay. I didn’t…oh!” He wheels me around and hugs me tightly while burying his face in my neck. I hug him back. “Um, are you okay? Rough day?”
He nods. “Real rough.”
I melt for him, wrapping him up tight. “I’m so sorry.”
He drops small kisses on my neck and shoulder as I run my fingers through his hair.
My lips go to his temple as I try to offer him comfort in any way I can.
His mouth against the column of my throat starts my heart beating faster and harder.
The kisses turn into something more than light when he starts adding nips there as well.
The tiny sting has me struggling to stay still.
Our lips find each other, and the kiss is long and lingering.
His hands squeeze my ass as I tentatively touch my tongue to his.
I try to keep my nails from sinking into the back of his neck or scalp, but the deeper the kiss, the less I keep track.
I don’t realize I’ve all but wrapped myself around him until he’s sitting me on the island.
“Waylon?”
“Kiss me, Oakley. Just kiss me.” His eyes almost plead with me, and I can’t say no to him. I don’t want to say no to him.
I shyly nip at his full bottom lip before pressing our mouths together and offering up more of me.
This time, when he takes my mouth, it’s harder than before.
There’s a desperation to it that takes my breath and causes a fire to ignite inside of me.
I pull him to me with my legs and grasp him in my arms. His hand comes up to encircle my neck as he pulls me closer with his other hand on my butt.
“So sweet. So perfect.”
I start to tell him I am anything but perfect, but he takes my mouth again and his hand slowly slides down until he is cupping one of my breasts.
I only have a thin tank top on, no bra, because I wasn’t going out and I thought I would have time to change before he got home.
Now there is just a thin layer of cotton between his hand and my breast. It turns heavy, and the nipple tightens up as his touch sinks into me.
I have to pull back so I can drag in air. “Waylon…what are…?”
“I’m sorry. I should have asked. I just…damned if you aren’t the softest fucking thing I’ve ever touched.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yes, baby, that is a very good thing. May I?”
He lifts his other hand and hovers it right above my other breast. He’s asking me if he can…
“Yes.” It comes out breathless and wispy, but he must hear it.
He places his hand on me, cupping and weighing both my breasts. He uses his thumb to brush against the pebbled tip of my breast, drawing a gasp from me.
“You aren’t wearing a bra, are you, sweetheart?”
“N…no. I…thought I would have time to grab one, but…”
“See, you walking around the house without a bra, baking me pies…it’s enough to make me want to keep you, baby.”
“Keep me?” I'm not sure if it’s actually a question or a plea for him to do just that.
“Mmm, make sure you can’t ever run away.”
“I…I wouldn’t run…away.” The last word is cut off as he rolls the stiff bud between his forefinger and thumb, making it even harder. “Oh…my God, Wa…Waylon!”
“It’s okay, Oakley. It’s going to be alright. Does it feel good, baby?”
All I can give him is a whimper before adding a nod. Does it feel good? Like nothing ever has before.
“Your little body is so responsive. So ready.”
“Ready?”
“Hmm.” He leans forward and takes my mouth again. Then slowly lowers the straps of my tank, first one and then the other, until both hang off my shoulders. “Can I?”
Does he…? “You want to…”
“Oh yeah. Can I see, sweetheart?”
My thoughts are scattered, and all I can think about is how good it felt when his hands were on me through the thin material of my tank. Technically, he’s already seen me since he was the one who put me to bed last night.
“O…okay.”
He gives me a big grin before slowly pulling the front of my top down so my breasts can pop free. My hands automatically move to cover myself, but he’s already cupping them before I can reach them. All I end up doing is covering his hands with my own as I try to find enough air to not pass out.
“Son of a bitch, baby. These put all sorts of thoughts in my head.”
“Like…like what?”
My brows crease trying to figure out what he’s thinking. Good things, I hope.
“Things that make me a bad man, given your age and innocence.”
“You’re not a bad man. You could never be a bad man.” I’m quick to correct him. He needs to know that he isn’t that.
Something flares in his eyes that takes what little breath I have away. His hands tighten on my breasts, causing them to become heavier and my body to burn.
“Baby,” His fingers brush the tips of my nipples before he squeezes the tight points, causing me to cry out and my head to fall back.
He rolls the erect nubs between his thumb and forefinger before growling in my ear.
“What I want to do to you begins and ends with my dick inside you so far you’ll taste me when I release inside of that bare, unprotected little pussy. "
I gasp at his words. Surely, he can’t be saying…? He takes my mouth in a fierce kiss that scatters my wits and takes whatever I was thinking or going to ask away. His mouth leaves mine, and he trails his lips down my neck as he lays me back on the cool top.
When his mouth lands on one of my breasts, I cry out, and my hands come up to cup the back of his head to hold him closer to me. At some point, he’s climbed up on the island with me so that he’s above me. My legs come up to lock behind him as his free hand runs up the side of my thigh.
“You taste as good as you feel, baby. I bet that little pussy tastes just like sugar. I could smell it that first night.” I let out a squeak. “I could tell how fucking good you smell, how fucking perfect. I bet you taste fucking amazing. I bet…”
A knock on the door has both of us going still; the only sound in the room is the sound of our heavy breathing.
Everything inside of me is shaking and sparking like I’ve touched a live wire and couldn’t let it go.
When another knock comes, Waylon drops his head on my breasts and huffs, causing my body to shiver.
When he looks back up at me, there’s a distance in his eyes like he’s already off me and maybe… regretting what we just did.
He moves to stand by me as my hands come up to cover myself. He sits me up and pulls my tank in place as he takes a step back. “Wait here. I’ll find out who it is. Don’t move.”
He takes my chin so that I am looking at him and drops a kiss on my mouth just as another knock comes. Even though he told me not to move, I hop off the island and make an effort to fix my clothes. And thank God I do because Terry is the one knocking.
She sweeps in like a whirlwind. “Hello, brother dear. Land told me you might need some cheering up.” She comes over to give me a hug. “Hey, girl. How are you?”
Before I can say anything, she’s turning back to Waylon. “Landry said,” she turns to me again, “he’s a volunteer firefighter, he said it was a rough one.”
“It was.” Even though he answers Terry, he’s looking at me.
“Okay. So can I ask you something, Waylon?”
Waylon finally pulls his eyes from me to look at his sister. “Yeah.”
“How come Oakley smells like your aftershave and has a ring of hickeys going down her neck?”
My hands fly up to my neck, “Oh my God!”
I turn guilty eyes to Waylon hoping he can save both of us, but the look on his face says I’m not going to find any help there.