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)
“You're gonna have to sit on my lap,” I tell her.
“You can't be serious,” she mutters with a glare so intense that I nearly freeze in place.
“Come on, sweetie,” I hiss between my teeth, emphasizing the last word so she remembers we're in public.
As soon as I sit, I pat my lap, and she eventually uncrosses her arms to follow directions.
Once we're seated, Roy pops the tractor into gear. The wagon shakes as it’s pulled across the gravel road and onto the grass. I hold Oakley so she doesn't go flying, but with each harsh movement, her ass grinds harder against my dick.
Roy goes through his typical tour script. The guests listen in awe, but I can only focus on one thing. Her.
“It's so pretty,” she says, twisting her hips. “Do we get to pick any of the apples?”
“Yeah, he'll make a stop toward the end. You have to bear his monologue first, though,” I say, keeping my voice low so only she can hear.
As soon as the wagon stops, I push Oakley off my lap. My dick can't take any more of her wiggling.
We're allotted ten minutes to browse and pick apples. I stand and watch Oakley who's struggling to reach the one she wants.
“Need some help?” I muse, walking over to her.
“No.” She jumps, reaching high above her head. “I just need—”
“To grow about six inches.”
She scowls, then tries again. After her third sad attempt, I step closer and reach above her for it. She jumps again but falls against my chest. I instinctively wrap an arm around her waist and steady her.
Once I grab the apple, I hold it out for her. “Here.”
She swallows hard as she takes it. “Thanks.”
Being close is something we're supposed to do publicly, and while we haven't had to cross any boundaries, I'm not sure where her comfort level is when it comes to being physical. We never discussed it.
“You're welcome, babe,” I say, then lean down and brush my lips over her cheek. She doesn’t push away, but instead melts into me, and I tell myself she’s just acting.
I release my hold on her, and as I walk around the tree, I feel her eyes following me. An older woman comes over and asks me to help her, and once I do, she thanks me with a wide grin.
“Your boyfriend is so sweet,” she tells Oakley, who glances at me. Slowly turning back toward the woman, Oakley looks as if it physically pains her to speak. “I couldn't agree more.”
I hold back a chuckle and wait until she’s alone before joining her. “That hurt to say, didn't it?”
“Trust me, there are worse things I could've said.” She shoots me a sassy smirk, then we head back to the wagon.
Once the tour is over, Roy drops us off at the field by the parking lot. With our fingers interlocked, we make our way to my truck, which is a short distance away.
I don’t want to part ways with Oakley just yet, but I don’t want her to know that either, so I turn on my asshole act. “I have a lot of shit to do, so we’re done for the day.”
“Great. Drop me off at your house. I'm feeling inspired to paint now that my idea is fully sketched out.”
“I'll be more than happy to drop you off.” I shoot her a smile, but I’m pretty sure she sees right through me.
“Thanks for taking me on the orchard tour. Never been to one before, so it was actually fun and educational.”
I snort. “Yeah, Roy has a good time with it.” He's great at making the guests laugh at his corny farm jokes.
As soon as I pull my keys from my pocket, I spot Aspen chatting with someone. Her gaze quickly averts to mine.
“Shit,” I mutter, stepping closer to Oakley even though we're already holding hands. “Aspen.”
Oakley smiles in her direction and slowly speaks between gritted teeth, “Kiss me.”
I blink hard but keep a straight face. “What?”
“She's watching,” she says just above a whisper. “Before you open my door, kiss me.”
She can't be fucking serious.
But I'm not about to argue. As soon as we’re close to my truck, I press Oakley against the passenger door and cup her chin. Before either of us can change our minds, I lean in and slide my mouth over hers.
She tilts her head back, and when she opens wider, I deepen the kiss. She brushes her tongue between my lips and though I'm tempted to give her more, I pull back before it’s too late. My fingers dig into her hips as my cock pushes against the fabric of my jeans.
Oakley glances over to the side. “She's gone.”
Quickly, I step back and cover my groin. “Thank God,” I mutter. “I knew she'd randomly appear.”
“Maybe she's still into you,” she offers, and I bark out a laugh.