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"Y'all need to get it on already. Your sexual tension is making me very uncomfortable," Morgan puts in from the backseat, disrupting my filthy train of thought. I whip my head around and glare at her. I can't seem to find any words, so I sit there opening and closing my mouth like an idiot as I try to think of a witty response.
Thankfully Oakley saves the day yet again. "Matt, buddy? Are you doing okay back there?"
"You know you have lots of garbage back here—oh! A donut!" he shouts with glee.
Morgan lets out a loud shriek as he tries to shove the mouldy thing in her mouth. The loud noise makes the truck swerve to the left, veering us slightly off the road as Oakley gets taken by surprise.
His hand is ripped out of mine while he jerks us back. He mumbles a string of curse words, panting. I gently unpeel his right hand from the steering wheel as I take it in mine, pulling him back to reality. He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. And for the next ten minutes, we desperately try to ignore the noises coming from the backseat.
Matt grins when we get to the party. He pulls the seatbelt off and hops out of the truck. "I thought we would never make it. My audience is waiting!"
Morgan squeezes my shoulder and rolls her eyes. "I'll see you guys in there. Have fun." She hops out in search of the birthday boy.
Oakley gazes at me with a half-smile playing on his lips. "You ready?"
"Are you okay?" My tone is gentle but my words are beyond serious. "Because it's perfectly okay if you're not. I'm the last person who is going to judge you."
"Yeah," he nods. "It just freaked me out for a second."
"I know." I smile at him and rub the back of his neck.
He rolls his eyes but allows the corner of his mouth to tilt. "Shall we? I'm sure Matt is in desperate need of our company."
I'm not sure where the sudden boost of confidence comes from but before I know it, I unbuckle my seat belt and lean over the center console. "I think he'll survive without us."
His eyes widen when I bite my lip and he lets out a soft moan. Not being able to wait any longer, I press my lips to his.
He responds instantly, moving his mouth against mine while pulling me onto his lap. He pushes the console out of the way and nips my lip. I feel the hardness building in his jeans as I start grinding down on him, trying desperately to get rid of the ache between my legs. I let out a squeak when he lays me down on my back, my head resting by the passenger door as he crawls on top of me.
Our lips reconnect as he pushes against me. His mouth latches onto my neck as he sucks the skin under my jaw before claiming my mouth once again. He uses one hand to hold himself up while the other trails down my body, greedily touching as much of my skin as possible. He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls away from me so he can look in my eyes, silently asking for permission. I nod my head quickly, and he lifts the material up and over my head.
His eyes darken as he looks at my chest, memorizing every inch of my now exposed skin. The moan that escapes his lips makes me buck my hips against his crotch to create some much-needed friction.
"Patience, baby," he growls, bringing a shiver over my exposed skin. He leans over me and puts his mouth on mine, his hand pushing my bra up. Without breaking the kiss, he brings his large hand to the warm skin.
My moan cuts through the tense silence, causing him to grind his crotch harder against mine.
"You're killing me," he manages to choke out. He presses his forehead against mine and takes laboured breaths, matching my own.
"Let's ditch the party then. They won't notice," I insist from underneath him. The last thing I want to do right now is stop.
"You sure?”
"I'm sure. Take me back to your place," I say, stern and quick, before I have a chance to overthink and back out. I want this. I want him.
We pull up outside of his apartment fifteen minutes later. To say we are both still hot as hell would be an understatement.
As soon as the truck is turned off, Oakley rushes over to my side. He pulls open the door quickly and picks me up with strong arms. I wrap my legs around his waist as he slams the door shut and pushes me up against the cold metal. He kisses my neck and a loud moan escapes in my mouth.
"Inside. Now," I growl. Oakley gently sets me down and leads us over to his apartment.
He unlocks the door and shoves it open. I follow close behind him as he flips on the light and turns back around to face me.
Our eyes meet and I feel my throat close up, making it hard to breathe. An intense emotion I can't describe washes over me.
His eyes soften as he watches me, making my heart speed up. I slowly start walking towards him, my eyes not leaving his. He takes a step towards me, closing the gap between us and cups my face in his hands, stroking my warm, thumping skin with his thumb.
"I love you," he says softly, his eyes unwavering and steady.
Love. That's what it is. The feeling that's swallowing me whole. The feeling I get every time I'm with—or even think about Oakley. It's always there, lurking. That's it, the way only Oakley can make me feel.
"I love you," I say clearly, and confidently.
His eyes widen in surprise before he slowly beams at me. I can feel myself grinning back at him. His eyes gleam under the fluorescent lights, and he wraps his arms tightly around me. He kisses me and I smile against his lips, overwhelmed.
"Say it again," he grins, pulling away ever so slightly to see the words slip past my lips.
"I love you, Oakley Hutton," I chuckle, stepping forward and resting my head on his chest.
"And I love you, Octavia Layton. More than you know."
