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I'm sneaking around like a goddamn teenager in my own fucking house. The thought repulses me, but I can't chance Vayda finding out about Oakley and me just yet.
The entire day, I had to watch her talk to the younger guys and see how they all undressed her with their eyes. It drove me fucking crazy. I’m tired of sneaking around, I’m a grown man with needs, and I shouldn’t be ashamed of them and yet… I am.
I had to turn on the charm with the blonde realtor just to make sure John and Molly didn’t realize that I was eyeing their daughter. This situation is so fucked up, but I can’t seem to get her out of my mind.
Now here I am sitting in my living room in complete darkness, hoping Oakley will come down. Vayda and Oakley had arranged a sleepover for tonight and had headed back to the house a while ago. I stayed and had another few drinks with John and Molly like I always do. I felt like a dick for sitting on their terrace, drinking John's expensive scotch, and counting the minutes until I could head on home and sneak around to see their daughter.
I waited for the light in Vayda’s bedroom to go off before I made my excuses and headed home. I snuck quietly into the house, not wanting to risk waking Vayda and now I’m sitting in the dark wondering if Oakley even knows I’m home.
She was furious with me today, and I couldn't blame her. I didn't like watching a bunch of virile young men drool over her any more than she liked watching me with the blonde realtor. Nothing would come of that, I found her about as interesting as a dry leaf. It crackles, and it's bright with fall colors, but it's brittle.
Oakley isn't brittle, of that I'm sure. She has the gumption to see me in secret, to maintain this secret affair we both have fallen into. She's the first woman since my divorce that interests me. Fuck, who am I kidding? She drives me fucking crazy, and I love it.
I lean back against the couch and heave out a heavy sigh. I contemplate whether or not I should tiptoe up to my daughter's room to see if her friend is awake, but I decide against it. Instead, I cross my fingers and hope I'll have few minutes alone with Oakley tonight.
I don’t know how to explain it, but I want more than the stolen minutes we have together. I know a relationship is out of the question given the circumstances, but I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to officially date Oakley for all to see and know.
A slow smile spreads across my face at the thought. To have her in my bed every night, to have her witty comments, and feisty personality at breakfast—the idea warms my dormant heart. The sensation scares me; my heart hasn't warmed in years. I shove the thought aside and reach for the lamp beside me, but as I turn, I hear soft footsteps in the darkness.
I hold my breath, hoping it’s my sweet Oakley and not Vayda. How the hell am I supposed to explain to my daughter why I’m sitting in the dark in the middle of the night?
The figure moves toward me, and I wait for Vayda to switch on a light and demand what's going on when her scent drifts to me. Strawberries…
I can see her silhouette in the darkness my eyes have become accustomed to and reach for her. She lets out a shriek when I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap. I place my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet before I whisper in her ear. “You had me waiting forever.”
I can feel her smile twitch under my hand as she curls up on my lap. “I didn’t know you were back yet. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“I’ve been back for a while. I didn’t want to make a noise and…” I trail off.
We both know why.
Our lips find each other in the darkness, and the kiss is more intense than ever before. Both of us proving our desire, our feelings after a day of putting up a façade for the entire neighborhood. Her tongue glides against mine, the texture is rough, and the taste is the sweetest I've ever had before. My own personal brand of ecstasy.
My hands roam over her body, and when I cup her small breast, she shifts on my lap, which makes my dick swell with extreme need for her. She presses down into my lap harder, and we both know that this is what we want.
Suddenly, she pulls back and looks at me in the dark with a wide, uncertain gaze.
“I thought you liked her…” She trails off as her fingers play with my hair.
I let out a gruff laugh. “Baby, no one even gets close to how much I like you.”
“I’m trying to believe you, but it makes me insecure. It’s hard watching you with other women.” The uncertainty in her voice kills me. How can I prove to her that what I feel is a strong desire I haven’t felt in years?
I press a tender kiss to her forehead, and the act surprises me. "Do you think it was easy for me watching you prance around in those things you call shorts? Do you have any idea how many men were looking at you today? I wanted to beat my chest and tell them you're mine."
“Tarzan of the apes?” She giggles as her hand trails over my chest.
“Tarzan of Oakley, baby,” I say before I crush my mouth against hers again. Suddenly I remember my daughter is in the house and I pull away. “Vayda awake?”
"She's sleeping, well snoring actually," Oakley says with a sly grin as she reaches between our bodies and strokes my dick suggestively. It feels way too fucking good, and a wave of insecurity bubbles over.
"Oakley…" I say roughly. "Am I just entertainment for you until you go back to college?" The hesitation in my voice makes me sound weak, and I hate it, but I need to know if this is worth the risk—and my heart.
Oakley flinches as if I slapped her. “What? Do you honestly think I would risk my friendship with Vayda for a little entertainment? If you think that you’re clearly fucking stupid.”
I laugh at her feisty response as she starts to pull away. I pull her back against me. “Then spend next weekend with me…”
The suggestion hangs in the air between us, the enormity of it evident in the silence.
