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)
He smacks my shoulder. “You really got yourself in a predicament.”
“Yeah, and now my mom and aunt are smack dab in the middle of my lie.”
“I don’t know how the hell you managed all this in four days.” He laughs again.
I shrug, wishing I knew the answer. “She'll be gone in a week. Then hopefully things will go back to normal.”
“Is that what you really want?”
I shoot him a look but don’t respond. My stomach growls, so I order a pizza to go and another beer. Then change the subject.
“Guess I'll see you Saturday,” I say, smacking his shoulder.
“You know I wouldn't miss it. Plus, I need to meet this chick that has you all twisted.” He waggles his brows. “See if she needs a fake baby daddy or something.”
I snort. “Shut the hell up.”
After I leave some cash on the bar, I take my food and drive home.
I can't get Oakley out of my head, knowing she's at my house doing God knows what. Being in an enclosed space with her fucks with me.
When I walk inside, she's standing in the kitchen in front of her easel, facing away from me. Her blond hair is twisted up, exposing her pale neck. An apron wraps around her petite waist as she paints across the canvas.
She looks deep in thought while an audiobook plays from her phone, so I don't speak. Instead, I sit on the couch and eat my pizza and then plan to shower before going to bed.
I don't pay much attention to her book until I hear heavy breathing and panting.
“Count how many times I make you come.”
“What?”
“Do it. Count. Now.”
My brows shoot up as I listen to the extremely descriptive scene of a guy eating the girl's cunt while she begs for more.
“Fuck me. Please!”
A loud slap across my ass startles me until I'm crying out for more. “Yes!”
“Keep counting, sweetheart...”
My cock reacts as I envision Oakley bent over in front of me, taking all of me as she counts how many orgasms I give her.
Goddammit. What's wrong with me?
“Jesus, fuck. You listening to porn? That some kind of painting inspiration?”
My voice causes her to jump, then she spins around, wearing a mischievous smirk. “Stay a while. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two.”
I scoff, grabbing the empty pizza box as I stand. “I don't need lessons from a romance novel.”
She snorts, and it pisses me off.
After trashing the cardboard, I keep my gaze on her ass and head toward the shower.
I turn on the water and stand underneath the stream, hating how worked up I am by her. That stupid book and Oakley's comments have my dick rock hard. Gripping my shaft, I stroke it over and over. Visions of Oakley kneeling in front of me with her mouth wide open as she waits take over, and I explode.
Groaning through my release, I throw my head back and tell myself it's the only time I'll allow myself to jerk off to fantasies of her.
By the time I walk into the living room, Oakley and her audio porn are gone. I take a minute and admire her canvas, amazed by her progress so far.
When I head toward the stairs, I notice she's not on the couch.
I find her on the other side of my bed, snuggled under the covers with her blond hair sprawled out over the pillow.
“Oakley,” I whisper, shaking her arm.
She doesn't move, and I'm too tired to argue, so I say fuck it and leave her be.
Once I put on my shorts, I climb into bed and stay as close to the edge as possible.
An hour later, when she rolls closer, I'm tempted to push her away but don’t. My mind races as her sweet smell invades my space, and all I want to do is sleep.
Goddamn, this woman tests every piece of willpower I have.
CHAPTER SEVEN
OAKLEY
DAY 5
The steel rod poking my lower back tells me it's morning before I even open my eyes. When I do, sunlight peers in through the skylight.
Finn's warm body presses against me, and there's no doubt he'll wake up pissed when he realizes our positioning. But I can’t move without waking him since his strong arm is wrapped around my bare waist.
Deciding to taunt him, I wiggle my ass.
Perhaps it'll get him to release me so I can get up.
He doesn't move, but his dick does.
That's definitely more than just morning wood.
I arch my back, pushing harder into him, and rotate my hips. If that doesn't work, I'm declaring him dead.
His hand goes to my hip and he squeezes hard. Then his mouth finds my ear. “You better stop that or else,” he murmurs.
I'm tempted to ask him what else implies, but before I can, he slides out of bed.
“Get dressed. We have a lot to do today,” he demands.