by Ashley Jade
“You love it when I tease your little pussy, don’t you?”
My pulse quickens. “You know I do.”
His lips curve as he drags the head of his cock through my slickness…but then he pauses.
“Are you sure?”
I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.
“Positive.” I spread my thighs wider. “I’m ready.”
So fucking ready.
But Oakley’s not apparently.
“Wh—” My mouth drops open when I see him remove his piercing. “Why are you doing that?”
“It’s gonna hurt when I pop your cherry.” Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he peels it off. “Figured the least I can do is not add to the pain.”
I can feel myself pouting. “But I like your piercing.”
Smirking, he settles himself between my thighs. “I’ll put it back in after.” Gently, he runs his knuckle across my cheekbone, his face going serious. “You need to tell me if it hurts too much.”
“I can take it,” I assure him.
The tip of his dick nudges my entrance. “I’ll go slow.”
“You don’t have to—” I start to tell him, but the words get trapped in my throat when he starts to enter me, inch by aching inch.
I force myself to breathe through the pain as I stretch around him.
“Are you okay?” he says when he’s about halfway.
I’m not, but I give him a nod anyway. “Keep going.”
He stops moving. “I’m hurting you.”
“It’s fine.” I bury my face against the crook of his neck. “I want it to hurt.”
His brows furrow. “Why?”
Brushing the hair out of his eyes, I give him the truth. “Because the most beautiful things do.”
A furrow grows between his brows as he studies me…as if I’m the most interesting thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
“Oakley,” I urge when I can’t take the torture anymore.
With a deep grunt, he pushes forward, working to fit his thick cock inside me.
There’s a sharp stabbing pain once he’s filled me to the hilt, causing my entire body to tense up.
I take a few deep breaths, forcing myself to relax.
A moment later, the pain subsides and I feel different…fuller somehow.
Whole.
I peer up at him, watching an array of emotions cascade across his chiseled face.
Deep inside my chest, my heart thumps heavy against my ribcage, as if beating solely for him now. “You’re inside me.”
His blue eyes darken as he leans his forehead against mine. I press my palm to his chest where I feel his own heart racing a mile a minute.
A shudder runs through him as he stares down at me. “I know.”
I run my hand along his back, trying to gather the courage to tell him because I need him to know how special this moment is to me.
How special he is to me.
“It was never meant for anyone else, Oakley. Just you.”
Only ever him.
Another shudder rolls through him as he burrows his face against the curve of my neck. “Bianca.”
He whispers my name like a prayer and an oath.
A promise that he’ll never hurt me.
Never leave me.
Slowly, he begins thrusting, going a bit deeper each time.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he starts to move in a rhythm that feels so good I gasp.
I’ve heard girls say that sex always sucks the first time, but either I’m one of the lucky ones—or Oakley is just that incredible in bed—because it’s the complete opposite of suck.
My hips rise to meet his, craving more of the addicting friction he’s creating between us.
He makes a low almost growling sound in his throat. “That’s it, baby girl. Fuck me back.”
My entire body responds, throbbing with need as I slide my hands to his delectable ass which flexes with every thrust.
“Christ.” The corners of his mouth curl as heat enters his eyes. “I knew your pussy would feel good…but not this fucking good.”
I start to respond, but he goes deeper, hitting a spot that sends everything reeling. “Holy shit.” I claw at his back. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
My breath gets trapped in my lungs as he picks up his pace, fucking me so good I finally understand what it means when people say they see stars.
Because right now? I see the whole entire universe and he’s at the very center of it.
Reaching between us, he strums my clit and the slow, sweet ache he’s triggering within me rises.
My nails dig deeper into his skin as a sharp hiss leaves my lips. “God, I’m so close.”
I can feel my orgasm building as each stroke of his cock hits me exactly where I need it.
I clench around him as the band of tension snaps. His name is a strangled cry on my lips as my orgasm barrels into me with the force of a freight train.
Oakley trembles as I ride out the last wave of my climax. “Fuck yeah. Milk my dick.”
Shifting, he grips the back of my neck, his face straining with pleasure. A tortured sound escapes him and he slides his hand down my back, drawing me closer as he comes with a deep groan.
I’m breathless, my mind spinning a hundred different directions as I curl up beside him and lay my head on his chest.
And then I hear it.
The soft pitter-patter against the tent.
“Oakley…it’s raining.”
A smile starts to spread across his delectable mouth...but then he sprints up like he’s been singed. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I have to cover the bike.”
Before I can stop him, he’s running out of the tent. Naked.
A laugh bubbles out of me as I zero in on the way the moonlight illuminates his sweet bare ass while he races across the beach…and then I’m chasing after him.
Because where he goes, I will always follow.
Sunlight peeks in through the fabric of the tent, rousing me awake. Everything is slightly hazy when I open my eyes.
Everything but him.
It’s as if the world is black and white, but he’s the only one in color.
I’m not sure if it’s the sex that’s fundamentally changed me, or all the time we’ve spent together this summer…but I feel different somehow.
As if all the heaviness I’ve been carrying inside my chest my whole life has finally lifted.
I snuggle against him as he wakes up. “Morning.”
Those gorgeous blue eyes travel over my face and his lips curl into a soft smile. “Good morning.” A soft chuckle escapes him. “I figured you’d be asleep for a few more hours at least.”
Normally, I would because mornings so aren’t my thing, but the more time I spend asleep…the less time I’m spending with him.
My heart melts as I take him in. There’s so much more to Oakley than people give him credit for.
I trace the curve of his eyebrow. “I could stare at you forever.”
“Oh yeah?” His expression turns pensive. “What would you see?”
I give him total honesty. “All the things no one else does.”
Most people think Oakley’s nothing but a stoner who likes to goof around all the time, but he’s not.
Deep down he’s brilliant and introspective…sensitive yet profoundly complex and guarded.
He doesn’t let just anyone in, but when he does?
It’s like feeling the sun’s rays for the very first time and you can’t help but bask in everything he is.
There’s only one flaw. Thanks to his piece of shit mother abandoning him, he doesn’t think he deserves everything he gives back.
But if he lets me…I’ll spend my whole life undoing what she did and proving to him he’s worthy of being loved too.
I’ll give him everything he wants. Everything he needs.
Bringing my hand to his lips, he kisses the inside of my wrist. “You have no fuck
ing idea—”
The sound of his phone ringing cuts him off before he can finish his sentence.
With an irritated groan, he picks it up.
“Loki?” I ask, secretly hoping it’s not Hayley.
His face tenses. “My dad.” He presses a button on his cell. “I’m ignoring it.”
“Don’t—” I start to tell him, but it’s too late.
I won’t pretend to know all the mechanics of Oakley’s strained relationship with his dad, but I do know how much Wayne loves him.
He’s always calling to see if Oakley’s okay and if he can stop by to talk—yet no matter how hard he tries to reach out to his son—Oakley keeps pushing him away.
And it’s not because he doesn’t love his father…it’s because he’s ashamed of the secret he’s been keeping from him.
The guilt from sleeping with his stepmother is slowly eating him alive.
And the worst part is Wayne has no idea why his son started acting like he suddenly despises him.
“He probably wants to make sure you’re all right.”
“I can’t talk to him.” His grip on the phone tightens. “Besides, he’s in the Caribbean with the conniving, cheating gold digger.”
He spits the last word out like it’s rancid.
I kiss his shoulder blade, wishing I could make everything better for him. “I know it’s hard talking to your dad, but at least let him know you’re okay.”
“Fine,” he concedes.
Begrudgingly, he taps the speakerphone button.
Wayne answers on the first ring. “Oak? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Oakley assures him. “I’ve been camping at the beach.”
I can hear Wayne’s deep sigh of relief over the extension. “Thank God. I’ve been worried sick. Jace called me last night and told me about the fire, but he said he couldn’t get ahold of you. I must have called you about a hundred times since yesterday.”
“The reception sucks here,” Oakley lies.
“Right.” Another long sigh. “I sure picked a shit time to go on vacation, huh?”
Oakley snorts. “I’d say you picked a pretty good time considering Royal Manor almost burned to the ground.” His expression evens out. “Look, don’t freak, but I borrowed your motorcycle. The roads were jammed due to everyone trying to leave town and I needed to get to Bian—” Catching himself, he gives my hand a squeeze. “I needed to get to safety. I’ll return it before you get back.”
“Oak,” Wayne says. “I don’t give a shit about the motorcycle. I’m glad you’re okay.” He gives a hearty laugh. “I guess I can tell Crystal to stop packing since now we don’t have to catch the next flight home anymore.”
“Yeah.” For the briefest of moments, pain flickers in Oakley’s eyes. “I should go. Enjoy the rest of your vacation—”
“Wait,” Wayne says before Oakley ends the call.
“What’s up?”
“Maybe you can stop by when we get back. Clarissa Jasmine…she’s getting so big now. Just the other day she took her first steps.” The sadness in Wayne’s voice is palpable. “She’d love to meet her big brother.”
My heart folds in on itself. As far as I know, Oakley’s never even seen his little sister.
Oakley closes his eyes. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m busy.”
“Come on, Oak. Please.” His voice cracks. “I miss my son goddammit.”
“I miss you too, Dad,” Oakley whispers and there’s no denying the pain laced in his words.
“I don’t know what happened, but whatever it is we can fix it—”
“I have to go,” Oakley interjects.
“Okay.” Wayne clears his throat. “But please stop by soon and meet Clarissa Jasmine.”
“I’ll think about it,” Oak finally says before he hangs up.
Silence sits heavy between us for what feels like an eternity.
Finally, I find my voice.
“I’m not trying to tell you what to do—”
“Then why does it sound like that’s exactly what you’re about to do?” Oakley snaps.
I’m not the type to tiptoe around shit—even when my boyfriend’s being a dick—and right now is no different.
“Look, I get that everything is fucked-up when it comes to you and your family, but don’t punish your baby sister for it.” My gaze rises to his. “She deserves to know you.”
As much as I hate the thought of Crystal being back in his life, I really want him to start a relationship with his sister.
His jaw tics. “Trust me, she’s better off not knowing me.”
“That’s not true,” I argue. “You’re her big brother. You’re the one she’s supposed to go to when she fucks up so bad and she’s too afraid to tell your dad, but she needs someone to help. You’re the one she’ll look up to and spill all her problems to. You’re the one who’s gonna put the fear of God into every boy she likes and try to protect her from all the bad shit in this world. You might not realize it yet, but take it from me…that little girl is going to need her big brother, Oakley.”
My chest squeezes. “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have Jace or Cole…” Tears prickle the back of my throat. “Or Liam.”
For as short of time as he was here, I’ll always be grateful for him.
Shoulders slumped, Oakley scrubs a hand down his face. “I want to meet her. So fucking bad, but—”
“But nothing.” I wrap my arms around him. “Fuck Crystal—and no, I do not mean that in the literal sense because I’ll saw your dick off—but you have to stop blaming yourself for what happened in the past because you can’t change it.” I drop my forehead to his. “Focus on repairing your relationship with your dad and building one with your sister, because they love you and they’re your family. And at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.”
He hugs me so tight it hurts. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Being you.” His blue orbs take on a sincere glint as he cups my cheek. “You might just be the best thing that ever happened to me.”
I start to tell him the same, but then my phone rings.
Huffing, I bring it to my ear. “Hey, Jace.”
I hear the hustle and bustle of people in the background. “I’m leaving the airport now and should be at the house in twenty. Where are you?”
Late last night I told Jace that Oakley scooped me up on his dad’s motorcycle and brought me to shelter. He was so relieved we were safe he didn’t give either of us the third degree and I’m pretty sure he’s going to worship the ground Oakley walks on for the next month or so.
However, being the overprotective brother he is, he decided to cut his trip short to come home and make sure I’m okay.
“We’re leaving soon,” I tell him.
“Good. Do you guys want me to stop and pick up breakfast? Ask Oak if he needs anything.”
I cup the phone. “Jace wants to know if you need anything?”
Oakley waggles his eyebrows seductively and mouths, ‘I need to fuck you again.’
A rush of heat flows through me.
“Nope, Oakley’s good,” I tell Jace in a hurry as Oakley proceeds to kiss down my neck. “However, there’s still a lot of traffic on the road so we might be a little while.”
I quickly disconnect the call so I can give Oakley exactly what we both need.
Chapter 50
Bianca
My chest feels like it’s going to cave in.
Everything was so perfect between us—so right—and I have no idea how or why we went wrong.
“We were happy,” I whisper, looking out to the ocean.
I now realize that Oakley took me to the same place where I lost my virginity to him.
The violent waves slapping against the rocks and the turbulent gray sky above tells me there’s a storm brewing.
It matches the one going on inside my heart.
Oakley—who was walking along the shoreline—freezes.
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nbsp; “Yeah,” he says after a minute passes. Blue eyes pin me with a look so severe my stomach knots. “We were.”
Not knowing what went down is killing me.
“What happened between us?”
His jaw clenches and I can see the knot of tension rolling through his shoulders. “You said you wouldn’t ask me, remember?”
My back teeth meet with a frustrated clack. “I know, but after today I’m starting to realize just how bad secrets are.”
How they have the ability to tear people apart.
Turning to look at the ocean again, he snorts under his breath. “That’s awfully hypocritical of you, don’t you think?”
I blink, not understanding. “What’s that supposed to m—”
“You’re still wearing his ring.” His voice is a harsh rumble of smoke and ashes. “And I’m still your dirty little secret.”
There are daggers in his eyes when he glares at me.
However, he’s not the only one who can dish out reality checks.
“Because that’s all you seem to want to be,” I toss back.
It’s his turn to appear confused. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Feeling stupid, I give my head a shake. “Nothing. Forget it.”
It’s obvious he’s not interested in repairing whatever happened between us in the past, because he refuses to tell me anything that might enable us to do that.
As usual, I never know if I’m coming or going with him.
I fucking hate it.
Oakley’s lips press together in a hard line, and before I can inhale my next breath, he’s stalking toward me like a lion who’s found his prey.
“You want me to fight for you?”
His words surprise me, and I take a cautious step back.
That only makes him advance forward.
My spine meets the gigantic boulder behind me. “No.”
The dark look he gives me makes it clear he thinks I’m full of shit.
Placing his arms on either side of my head, he cages me in with his big body. “Why?”
An impulsive—almost dangerous—current runs between us, buzzing through my skin.
I force myself to stay silent.
Because my answer will change everything between us.
Oakley leans in. The heady, addicting scent of him fills my nostrils and it takes everything in me to stay still.