by K. C. Crowne
Disappointed, I went back up to my cabin, grabbed a few beers, and finished writing the article. I got done at about 9 p.m. and cracked open another beer. I would publish it in the morning.
My mind stayed with Oakley. I wondered what she was up to? I told myself to forget her, but of course, I couldn’t.
I took my phone out of my pocket again to see if I maybe missed her call. Nope.
Looking at it, I thought about calling her. But what would I say?
Jesus I was becoming pathetic. I was a grown ass man and here I was pining away, waiting for some girl to call me?
But Oakley wasn’t just ‘some girl’. Damnit. I needed something to do.
Hmm, I thought, looking at my article. The article was about what had gone on in preparation on the days prior to the Stones arriving. It was about the excitement of the setup and anticipation of the big day. I had included Oakley in the article several times, being she was the wedding planner.
An idea seeped into my head. I could ask her to come over and check the article for accuracy. Tell her it should be done before I published it in the morning.
Okay, that could work. Nervously, I dialed her cell phone number.
“Hello?” Oakley answered on the second ring.
“Hey, Oakley. Are you busy?” I asked.
“No, the Stones are settled in their cabin and Hailey and I are just watching a movie. What’s up?” she replied. She sounded friendlier than she had earlier today, and I found myself letting out a breath I’d been holding.
I’ve just finished writing up this article that I want to post in the morning. It’s about the events leading up to the wedding. I mentioned you; hope you don’t mind.”
“Oh?” Oakley asked. She sounded interested.
“I was wondering if you would come and look it over. Check it for accuracy before it goes live in the morning. The press will probably pick up on it,” I added for emphasis.
“Sure,” she said.
I was a bit surprised. Based on her behavior earlier in the day, I had expected her to protest.
“Cool. I’ll come and pick you up,” I offered.
“Okay, I’m ready when you are.”
“See you in a few,” I said and hung up.
My heartbeat sped up. I felt excitement but was anxious at the same time. I hoped that this wasn’t going to turn out to be a big mistake.
I ran upstairs and freshened up. I splashed on some aftershave and took one last look in the mirror. Normally, I’d touch up my beard and sideburns, but there was not any time for that now.
Excited blue eyes peered back at me. With a deep breath, I took off.
I pulled in front of Oakley’s cabin and got out to knock on the door. As soon as I stepped onto the porch, she opened the door and stepped outside.
“Hi,” I said, trying not to stare. Oakley wore her hair down. It was the first time I’d seen it down on purpose, and she was too beautiful.
“Hi,” she returned. “Ready?” she asked with a shy look.
I really wished I knew what she was thinking.
“Yep, let’s go,” I answered and led her to the passenger side of the truck. I held her small, soft hand to help her in.
As I walked around to the driver’s side, I took several deep breaths and let them back out slowly. Calm down, Dax.
“So, everything went well with the Congresswoman and her husband’s arrival?” I asked. Though I was the one helping Oakley with most of the arrangements, Brad was our official ambassador so to speak, and he’d been the one to receive the Stones with her.
“Yes, it went wonderfully. They were really happy with what they’ve seen so far,” Oakley answered happily.
“Well they should be, you’ve done an amazing job.”
I took us to my cabin, and once inside, asked if Oakley wanted a beer.
“Sure,” she said. “Sounds great.”
I popped the cap on two beers and I carried them to my office. I loaded up the article and pulled up a second chair for Oakley. We sat side by side, sipping our beers and reading my article.
I watched her read it. I wanted nothing but to grab her and kiss her sweet lips. But I maintained my composure and kept my hands to myself.
“This is really good. I’m impressed,” Oakley smiled at me.
“Really?” I asked. I already knew it was good, but her praise still meant a lot to me.
“Yeah. I can’t believe that you can write like this,” she added, looking at my arm.
I kind of glanced down to see what she was looking at and didn’t see anything. “Why?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Because I don’t know too many tough guys who like to write. Seems like a nerdier kind of profession,” she said, smiling softly.
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” she added quickly.
“You didn’t. So, you think I’m a tough guy, eh?” I joked.
“Not like that. I just mean you’re muscular and strong.”
I chuckled. “I knew what you meant. I got caught up in this IT stuff and social media and advertisement just seemed like the next logical step.”
“I get it,” Oakley agreed. “And you are really good at it. So, what kind of advertising do you do?” she asked.
“Thanks. Let me show you.”
I pulled up a recent commercial that I had made for the resort. I’d had the help of Lindsay, who’d taken the video for me and then I’d transformed it into an actual commercial.
“This one got picked up by NBC’s affiliates. Played locally mostly but was advertised in several other key areas.”
I clicked play and we watched it for its thirty-second duration.
“Wow! That’s awesome. How did you do that?” she asked me. “Looks professional.”
“That’s what I am; a self-taught professional,” I grinned.
Oakley grinned back.
I leaned forward to click the mouse and our arms touched. I didn’t move away from her. I looked over at her and her sexy blue eyes found mine.
I held my breath and waited. I could feel my heart beating as if it was going to explode from my chest.
I held my gaze and Oakley did the same. Eyes locked, she reached for my arm and pulled me to her. I didn’t resist.
She pulled my lips to meet hers. At first, I hesitated, to be sure that this was what she wanted. Our lips barely touching, I felt her tremble.
I pushed my mouth to hers and kissed her. She opened her mouth slightly and my tongue worked its way inside to find hers.
My dick instantly became hard and I wanted her right then and there.
Oakley
I wanted him. The entire time I was sitting beside Dax, all I could think about was fucking him.
When our eyes met, I took my chance and pulled him to me. I knew that I was sending mixed messages, but I couldn’t seem to control myself when I was around him.
I wanted Dax to fuck me. A lot.
Dax’s lips pushed hard onto my own and I let his tongue inside my mouth. He pushed harder, and I kissed him firmly in return.
I groaned his name, “Dax.”
He reached over and lifted me from my chair and pulled me down on his lap. I touched his cheek, stroking his beard. Then, I moved my fingers up to his long hair, feeling its softness. Eyes connected, I wrapped my arms around his muscular neck.
Dax reached up and caressed my cheek. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispered. He eyes said it all and I knew he was speaking his truth.
I inhaled deeply and felt my pussy grow wet. I ached for this man. Underneath me, his hard length pressed against my crotch.
I pulled off Dax’s shirt and he lifted his arms to help. Seeing his rock-hard biceps reminded me of seeing him at the gym and I moaned in anticipation of feeling this strong, sexy man inside of me again.
I looked at him seductively and whispered, “You are the sexiest man alive.”
He gave me a suggestive grin and
my body ached for his touch. My pussy was throbbing in anticipation.
Dax moved his hands down to my waist and pulled off my shirt. I sat up and reached back and unhooked my bra, letting my plump, round mounds loose. My tits sprang out as I tossed the bra to the floor.
Dax moaned, and he massaged my breasts and fondled my nipples. I ground my mound against his hardness to let him know that I needed him. His dick grew even bigger, and Dax unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans to let it out.
I watched as his cock sprang to an upright position. It called to me and I wanted to taste it. I slid down from his lap to a kneeling position and took his long, thick member into my mouth.
I glanced up to see Dax’s eyes roll into his head. “Oh my God Oakley, don’t stop,” he murmured, pushing his cock up into my mouth. I sucked on it until I couldn't fit anymore in without gagging.
Dax carefully moved me from his member and stood to step out of his pants. He lifted me to my feet and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them and my panties down. I stood completely naked before him.
He picked me up and carried me in his strong arms to his living room couch. He laid me down on it and climbed on top of me.
I opened my legs to accept him and he took no time in finding my opening. His girth surprised me, yet again, and I yelled out in ecstasy as he pushed it deep within me.
His first few thrusts were slow and measured, but soon, his pace increased, and I locked my legs around his waist and enjoyed the ride. I cried out as his thick cock stroked my insides relentlessly, the head tapping against my cervix with each thrust. It felt amazing to be filled and fucked so thoroughly.
My pussy juices were flowing onto Dax and he groaned out in delight.
“Get on top of me,” he ordered. He moved into a sitting position and I straddled his lap, pushing my wet mound down onto his straight, piercing dick. Holding his broad shoulders, I lowered my body slowly, enjoying his huge size filling me up.
Dax grabbed my ass to help me fuck him and soon I was getting ready to explode. The sensation started slowly in my pussy and traveled up to my abdomen, getting stronger and more intense.
Dax was watching me intently. “Come,” he told me.
I let my orgasm take over and my body shook with intense pleasure. Dax let me move on his cock as I wanted, making my orgasm even more powerful. I screamed out in delight.
Just as the last of the contractions were rolling through my body, I felt Dax’s cock pulsate inside of me. He pushed upward quickly, and his body began to tremble underneath me.
His breaths were short and fast as he pumped twice more before groaning loudly and then he went limp. I laid my head on his shoulder and Dax held me tight.
We stayed that way for a while before Dax lifted me from him. He sat me down beside him, kissed my head, and cradled my damp, naked body against his.
Leaning back, he covered us both with a throw from the back of the couch and we both fell asleep in front of the fireplace.
It was the best sleep that I’d had in years.
Dax
We had spent the night on the couch. I knew that Oakley would want to be up early since the rest of the Stone family was showing up that day. She had an early morning meeting with the Congresswoman at 9 a.m.
I awoke before the sun came up and gently shook Oakley.
“Hey beautiful, it’s 5 a.m. I’m not sure what time you want to get up.”
Oakley stirred and slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at me and smiled. I pulled her to me and held her tightly. There was nothing more I wanted than to stay like this all day, but I knew that wasn’t a possibility.
I kissed her head and she snuggled into me. “You smell so good,” she whispered.
I held her tight and she drifted back off to sleep for a moment. I gave her about fifteen minutes before giving her a soft shake again.
“Oakley.”
She stirred and sat up. I got up to retrieve our clothes from my office. Coming back, I handed hers to her and asked her if she wanted a cup of coffee.
“Yes, please,” she answered.
As Oakley dressed, I brewed a pot of coffee. “A quick breakfast?” I asked her. “I know you have a long day ahead of you. You should eat.”
“Alright. Thanks, Dax. Yep, the couple of days right before the wedding are the worst. We’ve got so much to do today.”
“I know. Look, Oakley. I don’t want things to be weird between us. So, I’ll give you your space. Just let me know what you need from me. Okay?” I put out there.
I would do everything in my power to avoid a repeat of yesterday.
Oakley gave me a sorrowful look and then looked at her feet.
“Dax, I’m sorry for the way that I treated you yesterday. It was wrong of me to do that. And to call Brad and not you. I just thought that if I put some distance between us, it would be for the best. Because of the wedding and stuff,” she explained.
She looked up to look at my face to see how I took it. I was a little surprised that she apologized.
“Thanks for telling me. And it’s okay; I understand.”
“You do?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do. I’ll admit that I was a little upset,” I admitted. “But I know this is a big deal for you and you want everything to go off without a hitch.”
“I’m glad that you called me last night. I wanted to call you but didn’t know what to say after the way I acted,” Oakley admitted.
“I’m glad that I called you, too,” I told her and leaned over to give her a small kiss.
I filled up our cups and made some quick eggs, bacon, and toast. Then I gave Oakley a ride over to her cabin so that she could get ready for the day. I noticed that the Stones were settled in the first cabin as we passed it. All was still dark there.
“See you after your meeting. Good luck,” I told her.
“Thanks, Dax. I’ll call you when it’s over.”
“I’ll be waiting,” I promised her.
I walked around to the passenger side and helped her down. Once she was inside the cabin, I headed back up to my place to shower and schedule the article to be posted.
I had planned on waiting for Oakley to call, but it was past 10 a.m. and she hadn’t called yet. I knew she had that meeting at 9 a.m. and was probably still busy with it. I was getting restless, though.
Oakley’s meeting was at the lodge so that Congresswoman Stone and her husband, Peter, could approve of what we’d done so far and to go over the final arrangements.
I didn’t want to intrude on her meeting, so I decided to go down and see if Brad needed anything. I got into my truck and drove down to the resort.
Parking in the front lot, I noticed another truck pull up. A young man got out right as I did, and I didn’t recognize him, so I asked if I could help him with anything.
“Hey, man. Yeah, I’m Cooper Stone. Here for the wedding. I’m just arriving and didn’t know if I needed to check in, or what. My mother isn’t answering her phone,” he informed me.
“Oh, okay. Hi, I’m Dax Hunter, one of the owners,” I introduced myself and held out my hand for a shake. Cooper accepted my handshake and I continued, “I think your parents are in a meeting with the wedding planner up at the ski lodge. You have your own cabin, right?” I asked him.
“I believe so,” Cooper replied.
“Come with me and I can grab you the key,” I told him, heading up the steps to the resort.
I led Cooper to the front desk and asked Kelly which cabin he was in.
“Cooper Stone is in number two,” Kelly replied, handing over the key.
I gave him short directions to find the cabin and told him about meal hours and room service. I told him where the lodge was in case he wanted to find his way up there to meet his parents.
“No, I think I’m good to go. I’m going to go get settled in and freshen up some. I’ll see what my parents want to do about lunch. Thanks Dax.”
“No problem. There’s a list by the cabin’s door. A map with t
he trails and phone numbers, including the one for room service if you need anything,” I told him.
Cooper nodded another thanks and then I turned to go find Brad. He wasn’t in his office, so I went through the double doors into the kitchen.
Hey, Mom.” I greeted her as I looked around for Brad. “How’s it going? Seen Brad?”
“I’m here,” he yelled out from the pantry.
“It’s going,” replied my mom. “This catering menu is a lot bigger than I had first thought. We got the entire staff here working on it,” she informed me, motioning her arm around the kitchen.
“Wow, yeah, I see,” I said, nodding to Chef Michael. “Do you need any help?” I asked her.
My mom chuckled. “No, Dax. But thanks for offering. I thought that you would be out helping Oakley with the rest of the decorations this morning,” she noted.
I grinned when she laughed at me for asking if she needed my help in the kitchen. We all knew that cooking wasn't my strong suit. Even though I had made a good breakfast this morning if I did say so myself.
“Earth to Dax,” Brad waved his hand in front of my face.
My eyes came back into focus and I saw Brad grinning at me.
“Did you need me?” he asked.
“No, I was just checking in and seeing if you needed me. Or knew of something that needed to be done? I guess that Oakley is still meeting with the Stones and I’m not sure what I should do,” I told him.
“Yeah, I kinda figured it would be a long meeting. When the Stones came in last night, I had the honor of getting them settled in. They asked me about one million questions; many I was embarrassed that I didn’t know the answer to,” Brad admitted.
“Well, I’m sure you explained to them that you are the Manager and that you have other people assigned to the wedding preparations, along with the wedding planner,” Mom said.
“Yep, I tried,” Brad said, shaking his head. “They just kept asking though. I’m sure they are up at the lodge bombarding Oakley with questions. I sent Harley to the meeting too,” Brad said chuckling.