I wasn’t sure what explanation I was going to give to Oakley about who Traci was. But to my surprise, when I got back to the table, she didn’t ask. And why should she? We weren’t involved in any way.
We went back to planning the liquor menu as if nothing had happened.
Oakley
Later that afternoon, Hailey, Dax, and I were back in the lodge. Some of the floral arrangements had been delivered so we could decorate the wedding arch the bride and groom would be married under.
First, we set up a small altar which was off to the side of the massive, stone fireplace. Dax had helped us move the arch to stand it before the altar. The minister would stand on the small, decorated altar and the bride would walk up the aisle to be received by the groom under the wedding arch. We had enough fresh flowers to decorate the arch, plus some arrangements to decorate the altar and fireplace mantle with. All of these floral arrangements matched the vines we’d woven into the back of the chairs.
Harley had asked Dax for some help outside with something, and I took advantage of his absence to talk with Hailey for a minute.
“Did you see that girl who came into the dining room this morning? Who was that?” I whispered to her.
“Of course I saw her. She stood out like a sore thumb,” Hailey chuckled.
Smiling, I said, “I know, right?”
“I don’t know who she is, but Dax looked shocked to see her,” she said.
“Did you see that awkward hug? What was that about, I wonder?”
“I don’t know, but it sure was awkward.”
“Dax’s phone has been ringing a lot the last few days. I’ve seen him take it out of his pocket and ignore the calls. Do you think it was that girl calling?” I asked.
“Maybe. I wonder if she’s a girlfriend?” Hailey commented, looking at me.
“I don’t know what to think about him anymore.” I sighed. “But I’ve been doing what you suggested and not giving Dax the cold shoulder. Maybe later, I can nonchalantly ask who she was,” I proposed.
“It’s interesting that you care so much,” Hailey returned.
I looked at her, frowning, then chuckled. “You’re right. I sound like a teenager with a crush at the dance.”
“That is exactly what I was thinking!”
I really need to get my crush under control, I thought as Dax reentered the room. I focused on decorating the arch, and he joined us, offering me a quick a smile.
The liquor order arrived while we were decorating, and Dax left us again to attend to it. As he walked to the bar, the two girls from the night before came in from outside. They headed to the same stools they’d sat on and ordered two of the same drinks.
“Not them again,” I groaned.
“Maybe you should end this,” Hailey suggested, a mischievous grin on her face. “We’re almost done here. Let’s get a drink when we finish.”
“Really? I don’t think I can compete with those girls,” I confided, frowning.
“I don’t think you’ll have to,” she replied, tilting her head as she watched Dax talk to the girls. “Looks like he’s bartending now, too.”
When we finished with the decorations, we did, indeed, head over to the bar for a drink. Dax was bartending and walked over to ask if we needed any help with anything.
“Sorry, I had to take over the bar for the night. Sam’s sick,” he informed us.
“That’s okay,” I said with a smile. “We don’t need any help. We’re done for the night. But we do want a couple drinks.”
He smiled, his eyebrows lifting. “Okay, what’ll you have? A beer and a Merlot?”
“Yep,” I replied, and Hailey nodded in agreement.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the girls watching Hailey and me. The blonde was frowning as Dax talked with us. As soon as he put our drinks in front of us, she called him back over to them.
I pretended not to care what Dax was doing. Dax seemed to forget about me and spent a long time talking to the girls. It was starting to bother me. Maybe I did need to compete with them before it was too late?
Dax
I was shocked that Oakley had decided to have a drink. When the two hot chicks walked in, I’d planned on using them to rile her up a little again since it had worked so well the night before. But now the girls expected me to talk to them and I felt bad ignoring Oakley, who was sitting at the other end of the bar.
This was my chance to have some time to talk “off of the clock” with Oakley. I was sure the beers would relax her hard exterior some. Though she had been much nicer to me that day. And thankfully, she hadn’t once mentioned Traci. I felt like I’d dodged a bullet on that one.
The two guests were in party mode. They ordered drink after drink, the kind of drinks I had to mix in the blender and that took time to make. I was relieved when Oakley and Hailey needed another drink as well.
I took my time getting their drinks so I had a few minutes to talk to them. But again, as soon as I put Oakley's beer in front of her, the girls called for my attention.
A couple other guests came in and sat at the bar, further dividing my attention as I made their drinks as well. I kept trying to make eye contact with Oakley, hoping she didn’t think I was ignoring her. She was in a deep conversation with Hailey, but a few times she did make eye contact and smile at me.
Her smile made my stomach clench. I wanted nothing else but to go over and sit with her. I was losing my chance.
Damn work.
Hailey’s glass was empty and she was getting up. I didn’t want Oakley to leave. To my relief, Harley walked into the lodge from outside along with a few other guests. Of course, I could handle a busy bar, but I decided to ask Harley for help. It would give me a few moments to spend with Oakley. He agreed and I walked away from the two needy, flirty chicks before they could get my attention for another drink. Harley got stuck with them.
I wandered to Oakley and asked, “One more?”
She nodded, smiling. “Yes, please.”
My eyes shifted to Hailey. “What about you?”
“No, thanks,” she answered. “I’m heading to the cabin. I’m beat.”
I was glad that Oakley decided to stay. I hated that I had to work, and Harley wouldn’t close the bar for me. He’d had lessons since early that morning plus a fitness class as well. But to my surprise, Harley ended up engaged in several long conversations with the guests and the two girls, so I was able to focus on Oakley. After grabbing her beer, I took a seat at the end of the bar so I could talk to her. I started with a friendly conversation, asking her some questions about herself.
“You said you’re from a small town?”
“Yep,” she answered after a sip. “I thought about moving to a city, but I really enjoy the quiet and lack of traffic.” She chuckled.
“I hear ya,” I agreed. “I’ve never really thought about moving to a big city.”
“Yeah, you told me,” she reminded me. “I wouldn’t leave here either. It’s gorgeous, and your family is right here. It’s nice.”
“What about your family?”
“Oh, well, my mom left when we were young, and my dad did the best he could with two girls,” she revealed, a sadness in her tone.
“I hate to hear that,” I sympathized. A girl should have her mother; as a guy, I would have been lost without mine. My dad, too.
Oakley asked for another beer and I noticed her eyeing me. The friendly chit-chat turned into flirty chatter, and I enjoyed every second of it. Finally, she was opening up to me. I didn’t know what exactly had precipitated it, and I didn’t really care. I was going to enjoy it for as long as I could.
Her flushed, high cheekbones created sharp angles softened by lovely, full lips painted red. I imagined leaning over and kissing her but refrained. Our flirting hadn’t led to that yet. She was wearing tight jeans and a body-hugging, blue V-neck sweater that showed off sexy cleavage when she bent forward.
My dick stood up and took notice. I squirmed on my chair, hoping
nobody would notice my hard cock swelling in my jeans.
Over the next hour, the guests started to trickle out. Finally, Harley, Oakley, and me were the only ones left in the bar.
He tossed a towel on the bar and announced, “Alright. I’m done for the day. Got an early fitness class in the morning. You got this?”
“I’ll close up,” I told him. “Thanks for your help.”
“Sure.” He looked at Oakley. “The wedding stuff looks great.”
“Oh, thanks!” she gushed, the beer having loosened her tongue somewhat. “Couldn’t have done it without your brother.” She laid a hand on my forearm, and I nearly fell off my stool.
Harley noticed my flustered jerk and grinned, then shifted his eyes back to Harley. “Well, I’m glad he’s been so helpful. Good night.”
Oakley was almost done with her beer, and I didn’t want her to leave so as Harley walked out, I asked her to stay for one more. “Have another beer while I close the bar. I’ll drive you to the cabin. It’s dark out,” I said in a macho, protective voice.
She would be fine walking down to the cabin. It was a clear night and the roads and walkways were well-lit for wandering guests.
However, she gave me a seductive smile and murmured, “It is pretty dark out there. I’d love a ride.”
The innuendo, whether purposeful or not, wasn’t lost on me, and I returned her smile before grabbing her another beer from the cooler. When I turned around to hand it to her, Oakley was standing so close behind me, I nearly bumped into her.
Her electric blue eyes bore through my own, and my heart skipped a beat. She grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me to her. Next thing I knew, her soft, red lips were pressing into mine.
I wrapped my arms around her small waist, pulled her to me, and melted into her.
Oakley
I was so wet. I could feel Dax’s swollen member in his jeans and against my stomach. I kissed him hard, and he returned my kiss, pulling me tightly into his broad chest. I reached up to run my hand over his thick beard, something I’d been wanting to do since the first day we met. It was rough yet soft. I felt his mustache on my face as he kissed my lips.
This man was so damn sexy.
I moved my hand over his hard chest, stopping to trace the outline of his toned pecs. As I felt his body, his cock grew, and I wanted to release it from its confinement. I moved my hand down to his groin and rubbed his hardness over his jeans. He groaned into my mouth, and I attempted to unbuckle his jeans.
Dax’s hands wandered over my body as well. He ran his hands over my ass, up to my back, and slid them to back of my head. His fingers lingered in my hair until they clamped around the clip holding my bun. He squeezed the clip and my hair fell loose down my back and around my shoulders. He ran his fingers through my hair, finger combing it before moving to find my round breasts. He squeezed them lightly and felt my nipples tighten under my clothes.
I moved my hand into his pants and pulled out his dick. It was hard and long, just as I had imagined it would be. It throbbed under my touch as I massaged it.
I reached up to pull off Dax’s t-shirt, but he stopped me. I looked at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“We’re in the bar,” he reminded me. “The door isn’t locked.”
I gasped and put my hand over my mouth as my face reddened. “Oh my God!”
He tucked himself back into his pants and said, “You wait right here. Don’t move.” He hurried around the bar to the door and closed it, locking it so we wouldn’t be interrupted.
When he looked at me again, his pants undone and barely containing his cock, his eyes smoldering with desire, I nearly came in my panties.
He rushed back to me and kissed me hard, and I immediately reached for his cock, freeing it. I grabbed his tee shirt and lifted it over his head. He helped me by quickly pulling it from his body, then reached for my sweater dress and yanked it off.
“Take off your bra,” he whispered in my ear.
I reached behind me and unfastened it, letting my plump breasts fall free. Dax moaned at the sight of them and massaged them. I, too, felt his hard, toned body, and for a moment, we enjoyed each other’s touch.
“I want you,” Dax said in a deep, throaty tone. He was taking quick, sharp breaths, his desire for me strong. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw your picture on your website.”
I shoved his jeans over his ass, kicking off my boots at the same time. Dax picked me up and placed my ass on the bar. He reached for my panties and slid them down over my long legs.
He quickly removed his boots and jeans. Naked, we stared at each other, mesmerized.
“Oh my God, you are so sexy,” he groaned as he pulled apart my legs and moved his erect dick toward my waiting pussy. I was so wet I was dripping.
“Fuck me, Dax,” I told him, draping my arms over his shoulders as he inched closer.
Dax pushed his hard cock into my throbbing, tight pussy. He thrust in hard, and I cried out in pleasure. I wrapped my legs around Dax’s thick middle, my face close to his throat as he held onto my hips so I wouldn’t slide.
He fucked me good and hard.
“Harder,” I ordered him and he gladly obliged.
His thrusts became rhythmic as he pushed his thick member into me deeper with each push. I screamed in ecstasy.
Dax’s hands found my breasts and massaged them. He leaned over and took my nipples into his mouth one at a time. The sensation of his wet tongue brought my body to orgasm even though his cock was still inside me.
I shoved him up and rocked against his thick cock, and he thrust hard. I felt every inch of it inside me
“I’m going to come all over your cock,” I groaned through clenched teeth.
“Come all over me,” Dax breathed into my ear as he plunged his solidity even harder into me.
The orgasm built, and when it released, my body shook uncontrollably as I threw my head back and screamed. Dax pulled me up so our naked bodies were entwined with each other, and I felt his cock pulsate inside my warmth. With one more fast thrust, I felt his juices explode into my pussy. Dax’s body quivered against mine, and he yelled in ecstasy before going limp.
We embraced for a long moment as we caught our breath, Dax running his fingers through my soft hair. Then he moved back to kiss me again. After a long, tender kiss, he released me and helped me to my feet.
“That was amazing,” he breathed, staring at me with an expression of awe.
“More than amazing,” I agreed, smiling at him.
We dressed quickly, and I finished my beer as Dax counted the drawer and closed down the bar for the night. He walked me to his truck and helped me hop inside. Once at my cabin, he looked at me and smiled. It wasn’t his normal, sexy grin. This smile showed nothing but complete contentment.
I leaned close and gave him a quick kiss. When I pulled away, he grabbed me and kissed me again, harder and more passionately.
“Guess I have to let you go now,” he whispered, moving my hair from my face. He softly caressed my cheek as he peered into my eyes.
Part of me wanted to stay with him for the rest of the night. But I smiled softly at him before moving away and jumping out of the truck.
Dax
I woke up on cloud nine. Not only had Oakley stopped resisting me, but she had made the first move. I couldn’t believe it. And I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I kept replaying our sexual expedition in my head. It was the best sex I’d ever had. And Oakley was the hottest woman I’d ever been with. I felt exhilarated and couldn’t wait to see her today.
I dressed quickly, and as usual, waited for Oakley’s phone call. My cell phone rang, and I grabbed it, trying not to sound too excited to hear her voice. I didn’t want to scare her away.
“Morning Oakley,” I answered.
“Hi, Dax,” she greeted, her tone business professional. “Do you think we can set up the rest of the lodge today? I got an email that the Stones will be arriving tomorrow and I’d like to have
the room set up to receive them.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. Do you want to go to breakfast first?” I asked, expecting her to accept.
“No. Hailey and I have already eaten. Can you meet us there?”
“Sure,” I said, trying hard to keep my disappointment out of my voice.
“Okay, good. See you in a bit.” She hung up without another word.
I put the phone back in my pocket and went to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. I hadn’t eaten yet because I’d expected Oakley to want to grab breakfast. Her voice had sounded off. Not cold, but not overjoyed to speak to me either. I had a bad feeling. Did she regret what had happened between us?
I hoped not because I certainly didn’t regret a single part of it. As far as I was concerned, it had been perfect. I replayed the night again, especially after when I’d taken her home. What would have upset her? I hadn’t pushed her into anything. In fact, she’d been the one to kiss me, to take off my clothes, to beg me to fuck her. And she’d seemed perfectly happy when she kissed me and got out of the truck.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I wasn’t happy.
I sliced a banana and poured some milk and sugar over my Corn Flakes. I quickly scooped the cereal into my mouth and washed it down with a glass of OJ. I wanted to see her and hopefully understand more than what a phone call could tell me.
When I pulled up to the lodge, Brad and Cole’s trucks were parked in the lot. I briefly wondered what they were doing there before heading inside myself. As soon as I walked into the lodge, I ran into Cole.
“Hey, fancy meeting you here. What’s going on?” I asked him.
“Brad called and asked if I’d help set up. Guess Congresswoman Stone and her husband are arriving tonight now,” he grumbled, I assumed due to the short notice. “Miss Padin wants the place completely set up for their approval before they get here.”
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