Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I chuckle at how easy it is to push her buttons.
Once we’re at my house, I get out and walk inside with her.
“Wow...” My brows shoot up when I see the finished painting. “It's...breathtaking.”
I glance at her wide smile, admiring the other beautiful thing in my house.
“I'm glad you like it. I'll find a place to hang it because I don't trust you.”
Chuckling, I shrug. “Go ahead.” As long as it's not in my bedroom because that will haunt me long after she's gone.
I wash my hands in the sink, then as I dry them, I turn toward her. “Oakley.” I grab her attention. “I'm really sorry for last night. I shouldn't have acted the way I did and treated you that way.”
She lowers her eyes as if she hadn't expected me to apologize, but I can admit when I'm wrong.
“Thanks. Sorry for getting on you for being a slob. I was talking to my sister and complaining about how you didn't offer me any pizza, and my frustration snapped when you came in.”
She finally meets my gaze, and I frown. “You mean when you were painting and listening to your porno book?”
She shoots me a glare. “I'd been working for hours and was starving.”
I scrub a hand over my scruffy jawline, feeling like shit for not asking if she was hungry. “I figured you'd help yourself to the food in my fridge like you do with everything else around here.”
“Or you were just worked up from all the panting and moaning.” She smirks.
I shake my head, not jumping into another battle with her. “I'll be back in a few, then I'll shower and get ready for the worst date of my life.”
She gasps. “I take offense to that! I'm a great date, thank you very much. Even when I end up with assholes like you.”
Oakley flashes a cheeky grin.
“It's not a real date,” I remind her. “So it doesn’t count.”
“Yes it is! Aspen thinks it is anyway, so we have to treat it as such.”
“Well, if that's the case, prepare to put out afterward. I like eating my dessert in bed.”
Her jaw drops, and I chuckle. I’ve left her speechless—for once.
After I leave, I drive to the bakery and meet up with my mom, who gives me a to-do list. With the celebration in only two days, we still have a lot of things left to get done.
“How's Oakley?” she asks
“Fine.”
“I can't wait to see her painting.”
“It's coming together nicely.”
“And?”
I finally face my nosy mother. “And what?”
“How are you two getting along?”
I shrug, not wanting to share any details. “Alright, I guess.”
She comes closer, lowering her voice. “Aspen's been asking personal questions about her nonstop. I think she's jealous.”
I roll my eyes and scoff. “Doubtful.”
“She told me you're going on a double dinner date tonight?”
“She asked Oakley, who agreed. I wouldn't have.”
“Well, I'm sure you’ll have a lovely time.”
By the time I get home, I'm ready to crash and cancel our plans. However, as soon as I see Oakley coming down the stairs, I change my mind. I also completely forget how to breathe.
“Wow...” I admire every inch of her curvy body.
“Too much?” she asks self-consciously, smoothing her palms down the sides of her dress. “Jessa let me borrow it.”
“No, I think it looks great. Surprised my cousin had something like that in her closet. Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen her wear a dress.”
She giggles. “Yeah, she said she's only worn it once and never plans to again.”
“Fits you perfectly,” I tell her. “I'll go shower and be ready in a half hour.”
Once I'm dressed in black slacks and a button-up, I meet Oakley downstairs. She's sitting on the couch scrolling on her phone. When she lifts her head, she quickly lowers her gaze down my body.
“You clean up nice, Country Boy. But you're missing something.”
I look down at myself, mentally checking off all the boxes—shoes, pants, shirt. Brushed my hair and teeth.
“What are you talking about?”
She gets to her feet, then points at the couch. “Sit.”
I look at my watch, seeing that we don't have much time, but I’m too curious so I obey.
She takes me by surprise and straddles my legs after I sit. When she moves against my groin, I instinctively grip her hips.
“What are you doing?”
She leans in with a devilish grin. “Giving your ex something to look at.” Her amused tone is almost frightening, and when her mouth latches onto my neck, I nearly jump out of my skin.
“Oakley.” I squeeze her hips harder as she rocks against me. My traitorous cock responds, begging for more. “I don't think this is necessary.”
She continues sucking, no doubt giving me a hickey. On top of Aspen seeing it, so will my entire family.
“Fuck, Oakley...” I hate that my voice comes out strained and desperate, but her moans and hot breath test every ounce of willpower I have left.