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Iremember someoneonce claimed quiet girls were the wildest in bed. After growing up around Tuesday, I wasn’t so sure that was true.
Well, I’m a believer now. After all, Oana’s got a knack for blowjobs. Or maybe rather than quiet, she just hasn’t found her voice yet. In a year, she might be talking over everyone at the homestead and starting her own water pistol battles.
After Oana’s mouth makes me wild in the shower, I do the same for her in bed. Her lust is off the charts. I catch her testing and teasing her nipples while I suck at her clit. There’s nothing sexier than watching her find pleasure.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips after she comes for me. “I knew you were meant to be mine.”
Oana smiles brighter and cups my face. She’s so open right now. The fear she nursed about my family eased after today. She can see our future better.
I can, too, which makes our last night at the hotel feel extra-long. I’m in a hurry to get back to the homestead and help Oana become part of the family.
The hotel is either too quiet or suddenly noisy. I feel like anyone could be outside our room. More than once, I worry the loud voices in the hall belong to her weirdo family.
Not that the homestead is particularly quiet. Instead, it offers a steady array of noises from barking dogs and chatty crickets to the regular dueling of various rock music. Yet, the sounds have a rhythm I know well. I won’t feel truly safe until Oana is in the place I’ve always called home.
My hurry to return to the homestead might also have to do with the security cameras and fence. Oana’s family won’t be able to get to her when she’s on our land.
Or maybe I’ve got a wrong read on her family. They might be so disgusted by her slumming with a biker that they’ll never want her back in their circle.
I do sense her parents aren’t the kind of people to miss their troublemaking daughter. If they do want her back, it’ll only be to save face with their fellow fundies.
However, Anouk likely misses her sister. Oana makes them sound tight. I catch my woman tearing up at breakfast when I mention how my sister sent me three messages already this morning.
“I wish Anouk had a phone,” she mumbles, looking ashamed. “That way, I could find out if she’s okay.”
“We’ll dig up info on her. I promise.”
Oana smiles at me, full of trust. She doesn’t understand how things work in the world and likely believes Anouk is gone from her life. Yet, she still has faith in me. I’ll find a way to prove myself worthy of her trust.
As we prepare to leave the hotel, I’m impressed by how much crap we’ve accumulated in such a short time. I ask the front clerk for a trash bag to use as a makeshift suitcase. Unlike all her earlier attitude, she turns out to be helpful.
“I think it’s sweet how you stuck up for the fundie,” she tells me. “You should know some of those church types came around yesterday and asked about Oana. I said I didn’t see anything.”
Grinning, I like when people I assume are garbage turn out to be cool. “You’re a good egg. I’ll see if I can get Tuesday to stop being such a brat toward you.”
“No, thank you. Being her enemy gives my life flavor.”
Nodding, I get the chick’s point. In a small town like Tumbling Rock and even Rockwell, excitement can be in short supply. Drama, feuds, and doomed love affairs keep country living from turning tedious.
With our stuff packed up, Oana and I say goodbye to the hotel.
“We should come back every year for our common law wedding anniversary,” I tell her when she looks a little sad.
Noticing how Oana smiles instantly, I decide to mention the future more often. My dream girl is still stuck on the temporary vibe of our current situation. She can’t imagine next month, let alone spending the rest of her life with me.
Meanwhile, our future is set in my mind. That’s why I’m in such a hurry to get to the homestead and turn our temporary into forever.
The ride is eventless despite my paranoia over her family planning something big. Once at the homestead, I roll my hog into the detached garage closest to Otto’s farm-style house.
“Otto got married young,” I say as we arrive on his porch. “But they always knew they never wanted kids, so the house has only two bedrooms. The second one is for when Betty’s mom would visit. Now, they’re shacked up with her, so we get his house to ourselves.”
Stepping inside, Oana looks around the open floor plan. “It’s so big.”
The kitchen-and-family-room combo is my favorite thing about the house. No, I guess that would be the arched ceiling design.
“I never really thought about what kind of house I’d want,” I say and direct Oana toward the second bedroom. “Queen Meemaw helped West and Tuesday when they were picking out their house designs. She can help us, too.”
“Christine’s a veterinarian.”
