Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I wasn’t that guy anymore. Life had gotten real. Things had changed. Shit had happened. Remembering that I could never go back—we could never go back—was the only way to keep me . For Sarah’s sake. She needed her aunt Oakley more. I could never do anything to threaten that.
Nine Years Ago
“Wilder Jones, are you ever gonna kiss me?” Oakley asked, standing so close that I could feel the warmth from her body, with her head tilted back, staring up at me with baby-blue eyes that could make a man do stupid things. Like kiss a girl who was too young for him.
“Oakley,” I warned, gently placing my hands on her shoulders to move her back so I could catch my breath.
Having her that close was hard. My willpower was weakening daily.
“But I turned eighteen last week. I was so sure you’d kiss me on my birthday.” She pouted, then stuck out her plump lip even further.
I groaned as my eyes solely focused on her full pink mouth. God, I wanted to taste her. Suck those lips and pull that bottom one between my teeth. I also wanted to see them wrapped around my cock—and that was an issue. I had to control this—what I felt for her. The things I wanted to do to her were not something a virgin could handle.
She put both her hands on my chest. “Please, Wilder. Just one. If you kiss me just this once, I won’t ask again. I swear it.”
The pleading in her voice as she begged me for what I wanted to do more than I wanted to take my next breath was killing me. I deserved an award. A big-ass gold award with a damn crown to go with it for not shoving her against my truck and devouring her right now. She’d enjoy it, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.
Her hands slid up my chest and behind my neck as she lifted herself up onto her tiptoes. “Just one,” she whispered.
Jesus Christ, a damn priest wouldn’t be able to tell her no. As I lowered my head, my heart was slamming against my chest so hard it was all I could hear. The cherry scent from the sucker she’d been sucking on the drive here—which had been better than porn—wafted past me as my mouth hovered just above hers.
I was going to do this, and I knew there was no going back. This would change our “friendship” to something more. Not that it had ever really been a friendship. Oakley had made it clear over a year ago that she was attracted to me. That she was waiting until she was old enough for me. That I was who she wanted.
Not once had I told her the same or encouraged it, but I had held on to those words. Prayed like hell she’d meant them. I couldn’t see other women anymore. No one even caught my eye. It was just her. I needed Oakley. I craved being near her.
My lips brushed hers, and her small intake of breath was my undoing. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and she pressed closer to me until her tits were against my chest. Reminding me how much I wanted to get my hands and mouth on them. When she opened her mouth, I didn’t hesitate. I invaded with a hunger that needed to be sated before I lost my mind. She tasted as sweet and intoxicating as I had known she would.
When she moaned and her body trembled against me, I knew I’d not only lost my heart to this girl, but my soul was hers too.
Seventeen
Oakley
Present Day
When I walked into the kitchen the next morning, I was wearing my red plaid flannel pajamas. Now that I knew there was a camera in here, I felt the need to cover up more. Not that Wilder would be looking at me. He acted as if I were a sexless being. I had done it because I wasn’t going to give him a reason to not ask me to come stay with Sarah again. I would not be giving him reason to use the bad role model excuse.
Belladonna nudged her food bowl at me while I started the coffee.
“I hear you, girl,” I told her, bending down to get the bowl and go fill it with her morning portion of food.
She stayed right beside me until I set the bowl down beside her water. When she began to devour the food as if she hadn’t eaten in days—which was so far from the truth—I went to get the supplies for pancakes out. I planned on making turkey-shaped pancakes. My favorite Instagram influencer had posted a how-to video about them yesterday, and I was going to surprise Sarah for breakfast. She’d stayed up late last night, so I figured I had another hour before she woke up.