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)
“This is absolutely orgasmic.”
I chuckle as I eat mine.
“Sticky, but I don’t mind that,” she says, placing her finger in her mouth and sucking it off. Now she’s teasing me.
After we’ve finished eating, I hold her as she sits on my lap. We don’t say much as we watch the flames lick and devour the remaining wood. As the sun sets, the temperature drops, and Oakley shivers.
“Let’s go inside,” I mutter, and she happily leads the way.
Oakley sits on the couch. Reaching for the remote, she flicks on the TV. I go to the kitchen and dig around in the fridge.
“Want some cider?” I ask.
“Hell yeah!”
When I hand hers over, she studies the logo and reads the words on the back of the can. “This is from the distillery?”
“Yep. It’s my favorite flavor, too. Sour apple.”
She takes a sip, and her eyes widen. “Whoa. This stuff is dangerous.”
“Very. It sneaks up on ya because it’s sweet and smooth but has a high alcohol content. Took years to perfect.”
She takes another sip. “How many do you have left?”
“More than you can handle in one night.”
She furrows her brow. “We’ll see about that. Tonight, I’m celebrating finishing that painting and finally getting to show the mayor tomorrow,” she tells me, lifting her drink, and we cheers.
“Now that’s something I can drink to.”
She chugs it down, and I lift my brows when she crunches the aluminum with her hand, then burps.
“What? I’m from Nebraska. All we had were pot circles and booze for entertainment, remember? So you better try to keep up, old man.” She grabs my drink and happily claims it as her own.
“It’s gonna be like that, huh?”
She nods, and I make my way to the fridge and pick up the box that’s over half full. I set it on the coffee table, and she gives me an approving look.
“Better catch up. I’m already halfway into this one.”
“Well, shit.” I crack a new one open and down it.
“Ever shotgunned one of these?” she asks.
“Of course, but it’s been over a decade. Also, don’t get too cocky. This cider will kick your ass. Keep drinking like a fish, and I’m gonna have to carry you to bed.”
“Thankfully, you’re big and strong.” She stands and pulls me up with her. “Let’s do one.”
I pull the truck keys from my pocket and hand them to her. “After you.”
Like a pro, Oakley turns the can sideways and slams the key into it. Liquid slightly sprays, but she pops the tab and drinks it down. I watch her finish it in a couple of gulps, and my eyes widen.
“Damn, woman. Maybe I am too old for this.” I chuckle.
She smirks as she releases another burp. “Your turn.”
I mimic her actions, but I don’t spill a drop.
Oakley’s brows rise as if she’s impressed. “Nice job.”
Then she turns her attention toward the TV. “Oh my gosh. Halloweentown is on. This was one of my favorite movies as a kid!”
“I’ve never seen it.”
Her mouth falls open and she gasps. “Never? How?”
“Maybe bits and pieces, but never all the way through. Guess I was too old for it.” I shrug.
“That ends tonight. We’re about to play a Halloweentown drinking game unless you’re too chicken.”
“Pfft.” I open another can. “Tell me the rules so I can destroy you.”
“Now who’s getting cocky?”
“It’s reality, babe. I’m larger and can hold my booze better. It’s all about anatomy with drinking.”
Her head falls back on her shoulders as she laughs. “We’ll see about that. Now, the rules are simple. Anytime someone says halloween—even when talking about the town—or if they try to do magic, if someone is in costume, or the word human is said, you take a sip.”
“Sounds easy enough. Though I have a feeling that’s going to be like every other word.”
“Take two sips if Sophie uses her intuition or if someone says witch or warlock. Oh, and when Marnie complains.”
“Jesus. Anything else?”
“Nope. For now.”
In the first twenty minutes of the movie, we’ve opened several cans each. At some point, Oakley pauses it for a bathroom break. She stands and walks as if she hasn’t drunk a drop.
“Color me impressed,” I say when she returns, and instead of unpausing it, she places a hand on her hip.
“Told you I could hold my booze.”
I can’t help but laugh. She lifts a brow but instead of sitting beside me, she straddles my lap. Immediately, she cups my cheeks, and our lips magnetize to one another. I’m hard as hell for her already. She rocks her hips, knowing I want her just as bad, then grabs my shirt with her fists.
“Take me, Finn. All of me.”
I crash my mouth to hers. She undoes my jeans and frees me, then stands and slides her shorts and panties down.
Oakley takes all of me in with one swift movement, and I cup my hands under her ass. With my feet planted on the floor, I lift my hips, slamming up into her.