Chapter 31
CHAPTER 31
“ C ome on, Oak,” she breathed out, riding his hand as he fucked her with his fingers.
Oakley wasn’t even fully awake, but when the naked woman in your bed woke you up with a lazy handjob, you didn’t hesitate to treat her to some of that too. If anything, he was going to make sure she had the most explosive orgasm to start her day. Twisting his fingers, he rubbed her clit with his thumb and through half-open eyes watched as her body arched and pressed against him. Clementine’s grip on him tightened as she shuddered and soaked his fingers.
Pulling out of her, he sucked them clean. “More?”
“Always.”
She had that drunk on sex look in her eyes and fuck if he didn’t love that. They’d been going at it pretty intensely since the night before and it didn’t feel like enough. It started with mutual masturbation, then eating her out, followed by shockingly hot sex in the shower with her bent over the bench. They fell into bed soon after, only for him to wake up with a start thanks to a weird dream. He then buried his face between her thighs again before she pulled him on top of her and they’d fucked slowly. They stared into each other’s eyes, sharing breaths and stealing kisses, the dull glow from the streetlamp blanketing her in gold. Their hearts were beating the same rhythm, hips meeting at every thrust and he realized that they were making love.
An experience he’d only ever had with Clementine.
Now, in the early morning light, he watched her stretch her soft body beside him as he turned onto his back. He wiggled his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes, taking her time straddling him. The minute her wetness was pressed against him, Oakley wished he hadn’t given up control so easily. He wasn’t complaining, because the sight of her naked and riding him? Best thing ever.
“You like this, don’t you?” she whispered, brushing a hand through her thick hair. “Being at my mercy.”
“Doubt there’s anyone in the world who would feel differently.”
She smirked and he stared, afraid to blink and lose the visual. Her luminous brown skin in the soft light, dark nipples hard and begging for his attention, even the soft rolls at her stomach and the dip at her waist. Clementine was the realest woman he’d ever met, because with her what you saw was what you got. Her thick thighs trembled as she shifted on top of him and his eyes lingered a little longer on the soft patch of hair between her thighs.
“Let me know when you’re done staring.”
“Never going to be done staring,” he confessed.
She shook her head and reached for condoms and lube as his hands slid up her thighs, fingers tracing the folds of her skin. He was so distracted by her body that a low groan fell from him when she slid the condom down his cock. Oakley focused as she squirted lube on the tip, grinning devilishly as she slowly spread the gel down. He gritted his teeth, cock twitching and fingers itching to fill her up.
Her hand dropped to wrap around his base and shifted forward on her knees. His eyes were fixed on where their bodies met as she slid down on him. He watched her pussy spread around the crown, unintelligible sounds coming out of his mouth. He gripped her sides just as she dropped her hips, his cock filling her. They groaned together, the sound echoing in the room and he couldn’t stop the way his hips jolted, thrusting up into her.
“Look at you.” Her voice was as strained as his willpower felt, dragging her index finger down his chest. A low groan fell from his lips as his cock pulsed inside her. “Such a good boy.” His hands slid up her thick thighs, fingers finding purchase between the soft rolls at her waist. “Filling me up so perfectly.”
“Made. For you. Just. For you,” he mumbled, jaw clenched tight.
She set her hands on his chest, eyes bright and a smile curling on the left side of her mouth. Rocking her hips, he could only stare as she took what she wanted. By the fluttering of her pussy, he knew it wouldn’t take her long to come again, but wanted to make sure she was enjoying every minute of it. Her head fell forward, the ends of her hair brushing against his chest, as she moved faster. Her hips bounced and he gathered her hair out of the way with one hand so he could see her face. Her eyes were dark and her luscious pink lips were parted as she breathed.
Fisting her hair, Oakley lifted himself, taking her with him so they were sitting. She moaned as he shifted inside her, head tipped back as her hips snapped desperately. He forced his body to slow down as he buried his face in her neck, sucking and licking, tasting every inch of that vanilla skin. It didn’t matter how many times she used his soap, her sweet scent clung to her body. Just like he wanted to be attached to her. Sucking on the point where her neck and shoulder met, he growled when her fingers slid into his hair and pulled. Lifting his head, he had a split second to see her expression before her mouth was crashing into his. Hunger, lust, desire and mostly love shone in those beautiful brown eyes.
When her walls clenched around him, he dropped his hands to her ass and squeezed. He guided her as she rode him faster, one hand slipping between the cleft. He dragged his finger through the soft flesh and pressed against the puckered hole. She moaned into his mouth and shuddered as she squeezed his cock in her tight heat. The kiss broke as Clementine rode him faster, head falling back on a loud cry as she came hard.
He wrapped an arm around her, flipped them over and pressed her into the bed. With one hand holding her hips down, Oakley rutted into her and with every thrust, he flicked her clit until she was screaming his name again. He tensed briefly, wondering if the orgasm that was hovering on the edge would suddenly vanish. But when he fucked her harder, sliding deeper into her, he felt his balls tighten. The tingle up his spine was a welcome feeling as well, and driving into her body, he came hard.
He swayed slightly and tipped forward, dropping onto her. A soft oof fell between them as he caught himself, head nestled between her breasts. Clementine’s fingers threaded through his hair, their breathing synching as they lay together.
“You’re incredible,” she said softly and his chest expanded. “Every single time.”
“Only because it’s you. Though, I can’t do anything else today. You ruined me.”
She laughed, huskier than usual. “If only we didn’t have a shop space to see.”
“ That I can do, after that, we’ll come back here and repeat all of this.”
“But that’ll require us getting out of bed.”
“In a minute.” He peppered her chest with light kisses and pulled out. He sat on the edge of the bed to roll off the condom. “Conserve water?”
“Is there any other way to do it?”
Jesse, the realtor, was waiting for them outside the shop when they arrived. Oakley wandered the area with Gracie at his feet while Clementine talked with the other woman. He took in the big windows, the open spaces and he could already envision Pretty Baked there. He liked where the bakery was now, but he could see why this place had all of Clementine’s attention. There was a spacious section in the center with alcoves on either side, one wider and deeper than the other. From the left was an arched doorway leading to the kitchen. He tried to imagine his girl there, bending over tables as she frosted cupcakes and gave out instructions to her staff. A smile stretched over his lips just as arms wound around his waist.
“What do you think?” she asked, chin resting on his shoulder.
“It’s perfect.”
“Right?”
Turning in her arms, he brushed a kiss over her forehead. “Wanna share your vision?”
Her eyes brightened and she nodded. He followed as she twirled in place and then started pointing and telling him what went where and how it would all look.
“Cake tasting table here, so it’s close to the kitchen and not in the way,” she said, gesturing to one side of the shop. “We can also decorate these windows to separate it from the rest of the space.”
He nodded, gesturing to the open area. “You’re leaving this empty, right?”
“Maybe. This is where the counter and displays will be.”
Standing in the middle, he held his hands out in front of him. “This is what people see when they first come in. If it’s too crowded, they might not wanna stay.”
She chewed on her lip and stepped up beside him, head tilting to the side. “But that cuts down on the seating.”
“How many tables were you thinking about?”
“Twenty, at least.”
Pursing his lips, he walked to the stretch of space on the other side. “I think you could fit at least eighteen tables here, possibly a bigger one at the end.” When Clementine joined him, he gestured to the wall and said, “Put some art there or a mural, make it a coveted space to sit. A table of easily six can fit there, so you’ll meet your twenty quota.”
“Mack can do the mural.”
“He paints?”
She chuckled, leaning against him. “He’s incredible.”
“You clearly have a thing for artists.”
Rolling her eyes, she gently hip-checked him and turned back to the main part of the shop. “I actually found my dream mosaic tiles, they might look good here. I could probably get enough to cover this space. That way it doesn’t feel empty.”
He grinned and kissed the side of her head as the shop started to come to life in his mind. Gracie darted across the space and crashed into their feet, rolling over his shoes before looking up at them. Clementine scooped her up and nuzzled his dog as she stepped away, turning to the windows.
“What do you think about dark green trim here?”
“Could work. What color are you thinking about for your counter?”
“White or something light, so that it’s bright.”
“Then dark green would be good.”
She flashed him a smile and he felt it in his chest. It might not seem like much to most, but the fact that Clementine was asking his opinion and taking his thoughts into consideration was a very big deal. This was her space and he knew her enough to know that she liked having things a certain way. Welcoming his ideas meant that she was letting him in. That she trusted him.
“Would matching upholstery be too much?” she asked, setting Gracie down.
“Not necessarily. I think that’s a call we can take once you get the tiles and trim done.”
“We, huh?” He blushed, mouth flapping open and shut as he tripped over what he wanted to say. “No, don’t take it back. I like that.”
She spun slowly, the skirt of her long dress flowing out around her and the center slit showed off her legs. The slip of his tongue from moments ago was forgotten as he watched, a wide smile lighting up her face.
“What did you think of the kitchen?”
“I’d love to see it through your eyes,” he said and she shook her head, catching onto his smooth operator moves, but her smile never faded. She snapped to get Gracie’s attention and his girls ran around the corner, Clementine’s laughter reaching his ears. His heart raced at how free she sounded, how unrestrained she seemed that day. Rubbing his chest, he stepped into the kitchen as she came to a stop in the middle.
“Amazing, right?”
“Glorious,” he whispered.
And she was. A thick beam of sunlight covered her, shimmering as she talked. Her hands were flying everywhere, hair fluttering as she turned and gestured at parts of the room. Oakley knew he needed to pay attention, but he couldn’t. Not when she looked the way she did. This was a side of her he’d seen maybe once or twice, but never this loud. Never this open. How was he supposed to not be obsessed and in love with this woman?
“Oakley?”
He blinked at his name. Clementine was watching him with a frown. “Did you say something?”
“You okay?”
Just enamored by you, melor . “Absolutely.”
“Wanna see my office?”
“Definitely.”
Her concerned expression hadn’t shifted, but she pointed to two doorways. “The left is where I’m thinking of putting the walk-in freezer. The one at the current shop is good, but it’s quite small.” She stood in the second archway and hooked a finger at him. “Step into my office, good sir.”
Smiling, he closed the gap between them. Her hands landed on his chest, gently pushing him against the wall. He grabbed at her hips to keep her close as they stared into each other’s eyes. “This is an incredible space, Clem.”
She nodded, hands wrapping around his neck. “It is, isn’t it?”
“And you’ve got a great vision for it.”
“ We’ve got a great vision for it.”
Words were useless at that point and he was impressed tears hadn’t slid down his cheeks yet. Her eyebrows started to dip, but he stopped that by pressing his mouth to hers. A soft moan slipped from her and when her lips parted, Oakley licked inside groaning as their tongues collided. Her fingers corded through his hair, the kiss deepening as he pulled her even closer. Her tongue stroked his before she sucked on it, making him growl. His hands slid down to grab her ass, squeezing as her hips pushed into his.
She smiled against his mouth and broke away on a soft laugh, hands still in his hair, hips still pressed together. As if there was any hope of him not falling in love with her; she was everything he ever wanted. Even when he didn’t know it.
“I guess the decision has been made.”
He squeezed her sides. “There’s no harm in taking one more day to think about it.”
“The only thing I want to think about now is the farmer’s market.”
“I forgot about that,” he said with a pout. He liked having Clementine all to himself, but he knew how important this was for her. Mack had invited them to join him and Indigo for brunch, and Oakley knew this was an opportunity to better know the people in her life.
“It’ll be fun.”
She kissed the tip of his nose and walked out, scooping Gracie off the floor where she was lounging in a patch of sun. He followed his girls, thanking the realtor for making the time and grabbed Clementine’s bag and Gracie’s leash from the Jeep before they walked the four blocks to the farmer’s market.
An entire street was blocked off and stalls packed tightly on either side; some with covers and others completely open. Soft music filtered through the space. Bright colors greeted him everywhere he turned. He’d seen markets like this in San Clemente, but had never really walked through one before. The market was already crowded, families moving from stall to stall, kids running wild and the sound of chatter and laughter filling the space.
He clipped Gracie’s leash on and set her down just as Clementine grabbed his hand.
“Don’t want to lose you in this chaos,” she said, fighting a smile as she headed into said chaos. Gracie stayed close, clearly as worried about the crowd as he was. It was a lot more people than he was used to, that was for sure.
Every so often, Clementine would release his hand to touch things and talk to the owners. He would happily take the samples, but was just there for support. It was clear that she had no plan and was just wandering through until her best friend showed up, so he followed like the obedient partner that he was. They were only halfway through and her bag was already full of things—cheese, handmade chocolate, fresh bread, greens he’d never seen in his life.
“Gracie!” a familiar voice called out and Oakley turned as Indigo pushed through people and dropped to their knees to greet his dog. “I missed you!”
Clementine huffed and he chuckled. “Of course your dog has the attention of the kid that’s supposed to love me the most.”
“What can I say, Gracie’s got the magic touch.”
A few minutes later, a scowling Mack joined them, hands on his hips as he breathed heavily. “Dig, we’ve talked about you running off without telling me.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” Indigo muttered, face pressed against Gracie’s fur. His dog was enjoying the attention, tiny tail wagging furiously.
“Did you just get here?” Clementine asked.
Mack shook his head. “Been walking around for a bit. You two ready for brunch?”
Oakley nodded and handed the leash to Indigo. “You’re responsible for Gracie, okay?”
“Will she run away?”
“Not if you hold onto the leash. She doesn’t like strangers, so she’ll stick close to you.”
Indigo giggled and looked up at them. “Gracie sounds like Tiny.”
“Hey! I…don’t…ugh, fine,” Clementine grumbled. “Let’s eat, I want to do some more shopping after.”
The four of them walked to where picnic tables were set up. Clementine insisted that she and Mack get food, so Oakley sat with Indigo.
“Are you Tiny’s boyfriend?” the kid asked, playing with Gracie’s golden fur.
“Do we need labels?”
“Nah. Labels are weird. I don’t like them. But she likes you.”
He smiled, scratching his jaw. “I like her too. A lot.”
“Dad says that Tiny makes you special donuts. She doesn’t do that for anybody else.”
“Well, I asked for special donuts.”
“Maybe she loves you,” Indigo said very simply, finally meeting his eyes. “Do you love her?”
“Love who?” Mack asked as he sat down, sliding sandwiches on the table.
“I asked Oakley if he loves Tiny.”
Mack narrowed his eyes. “And what did Oakley say?”
He opened his mouth to respond, to tell Mack that he did love Clementine. Except, she chose that moment to return with a tray of drinks. One of his favorite smiles lit up her face and Oakley swooned.
“Why does everyone look so serious?”
“I asked Oakley if he lo—” Indigo started, swallowing the rest of their words as Oakley’s eyes widened. Rolling their eyes, the kid continued. “I asked when he got Gracie, he said it was a long story.”
Oakley closed his eyes and exhaled loudly as Clementine snorted. He felt her lips on his cheek and smiled, realizing that maybe he should have let Indigo ask him the question in front of her.