Chapter Twenty
Waylon
T erry decided to stay over. It was a tense couple of moments when she called us out. I thought I was going to have to catch Oakley. She looked like she was going to faint on me for a while. It was Terry who broke the tension.
“Aww, were you two kissing again? I think I’ve come to a decision. I like when you all kiss. You all should kiss more.”
I wonder if she would feel the same if she knew just exactly where I was kissing Oakley before she interrupted us.
“You…don’t mind if I kiss your brother?”
“Uh, no silly. And I don’t care what Lucy says. You are a ten, and you two make a cute couple.”
“Wait. What did Lucy say?”
“Oh, she said…”
“Terry! Don’t repeat that!”
“Terry, tell me exactly what Lucy said right now.”
“Okay, first, don’t order me around. You’re my brother, not my father. Second, he needs to know what’s being said, Oakley. It’s the only way for him to protect you. To know it all.”
She turns to me and spills it all.
“She said people were talking, saying Oakley did all this to herself so she could be close to you because it’s the only way you would have anything to do with her. Either that or I made you go out with her out of sympathy or something. She also said that you were a ten and Oakley wasn’t.”
What the hell? Who is this girl?
“Terry, I don’t think he needed to know all that! You could have just said we didn’t fit together.”
“But you do. Oakley, sweetie, you are a major hottie. Tell her she’s a hottie, Waylon.”
I walk over to her and take her chin so I can tip her head up, “Is that what this morning was about, sweetheart?”
She won’t meet my eyes and rolls her lips in between her teeth like she’s struggling to hold in what she wants to say. I use my thumb to pull her bottom lip out and rub against its softness.
“Is it, baby?”
“I’m sorry, Waylon. I should have…”
I stop her with a kiss. “You don’t have to be sorry, sweetheart.
Next time, you come to me, I’ll tell you nothing but the truth.
And the truth is…I can’t keep my fucking hands off you.
You know that. Terry can tell you this isn’t how I normally act.
I’ve never had a problem keeping my hands off someone before, and with you, I can’t seem to stop touching you, kissing you,” I lean into her and whisper into her ear, “finding all the places that are soft and ready for me.”
She takes a shuddering breath, and the corners of her mouth tilt up in a secret smile. She likes it when I touch those soft places, when I kiss her and show her how much I love those places.
“Awww! That is so precious!”
We both turn to look at my sister, who has big, moon eyes and a sappy grin on her face.
She lets out a heavy sigh, and a shadow of sadness comes into her eyes, but it’s gone before I can say anything.
I look down at Oakley and see she must have spotted it too because she looks at Terry a little more intensely.
“Can I stay with you two tonight?”
I look down at Oakley, who is looking up at me. It doesn’t take a psychic to know she wants her to stay too.
“Of course you can. Come on, sis. I hear Oakley made us a pie.”
We spend the rest of the night watching movies and hanging out together.
It’s been a long time since I hung out with my sister.
Probably too long. I have Oakley to thank for that.
I make sure to sit with her and touch her for most of the night, playing with the ends of her hair, stroking her arm, or just holding her hand.
By the time the girls are asleep, it’s well after midnight, and I’m more than a little happy about not having to go in tomorrow, especially not after the massive wreck today.
I pick Oakley up and carry her to bed. Once I have her in there, I work her shorts down her legs and leave her in only her tank top and a pair of red lace panties that have my fucking mouth watering.
What would have happened in the kitchen this evening if my sister hadn’t interrupted us?
Pictures of Oakley laid out completely bare for me to feast on flash through my mind causing my body to go rigid and my heart to start beating faster.
I yank my shirt off like it’s fucking offensive to the touch and start on my belt before I can stop myself.
It feels right to crawl in beside her. It feels like breathing, something that is natural and comes so easily it can’t be wrong.
I shuck my pants and lift the covers. The bed dips with my weight and wakes her up just a bit. “Waylon?”
“I’m here, baby.” I scoot up next to her and spoon her. Our bare legs brush against one another.
“Waylon, are you…?”
“Shh, don’t wake Terry. Let her rest.” I snuggle against her, and her pantie-clad ass bumps against my hard length. “Just let me hold you for a little while, baby. Just for a moment.”
“O…okay.” It’s nothing but a whisper, but it echoes in my ear for the rest of the night.
At first, I don’t think that I’ll go to sleep.
Being a cop really kills that particular need.
It’s hard to turn shit off and things tend to stay with you, especially after a day like I had.
When I do sleep, I have the most erotic dreams. Dreams of soft skin brushing against me, a warm mouth fitting against mine, killer curves that beg for me to touch and leave my mark on them in long white lines of cum.
And during the entire time, I never forget who is with me.
I never forget that Oakley is the warm woman letting me have my way with her.
The moment I open my eyes and realize my dreams aren’t just dreams and that Oakley is lying on top of me, I realize I’ve come too far to pretend I’m not completely head over heels for this woman. Completely and totally.