“Anyway, we don’t have to talk about your schooling if you don’t want to. I wasn’t trying to pry.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her take another bite of her brownie before slowly getting up from her seat. When she stops in front of me, I look up and meet her gaze. She moves, straddling my legs and sitting on my lap. My cock is already hard in my jeans, and I’m certain she can already tell, considering she’s sitting on it.
Slowly, she grabs my left hand and takes a bite of my cookie. My cock jumps, making her wiggle against me. If I had a free hand, I’d place it on her hip to try to halt her movements. Unfortunately, since both of my hands are occupied, she has free rein to wiggle and move, gyrating against me and driving me absolutely wild.
Holding my gaze, she says, “I wanted to continue schooling.”
My heart is pounding in my chest as I wait for whatever else she wants to say.
“I wanted to be a midwife.”
“Yeah? That’s awesome, Oaklee,” I say, a sense of pride in this woman adding extra pressure to my chest.
She nods solemnly. “I thought so too, but it just wasn’t meant to be.”
I’m a little confused by her statement. I mean, we haven’t talked specifically about age, but she can’t be thirty yet. There’s still plenty of time for her to achieve the degree and credentials she’s always dreamed of.
“When I was dating Lance, he was in med school. It was expensive and time-consuming. When I told him of my dream, he suggested I wait. It would be too hard on us if we were both in the midst of high-demand, high-stress schooling.”
“He asked you not to continue your schooling?” I ask, feeling the venom of my words seep through my veins and burn my soul. It fucking hurts to think about.
She shrugs, as if if’s no big deal, but to me, it’s a huge fucking deal.
Douche isn’t even the right term for that asshole.
“I agreed to it, and then, as time passed, it became less and less of an option for me. Eventually, it felt like the entire opportunity had passed me by.”
“Fuck that,” I blurt out. “If you want to go to school and become a midwife, then that’s what you do.” She gives me a smile. “I’m serious, Oaklee. Your happiness was just as important as his. Your dreams mattered too. Only a real asshole would ask you to put yours on hold so he could achieve his.”
“Yes, he was a complete asshole,” she says, rocking her hips against my groin. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned through all of this, it’s I’ve always been second to him. Everything he wanted or needed came first. What I wanted never mattered as much.”
“Fuck that, beautiful. God, he pisses me off so much.” I’m telling you, if the guy was standing in front of me right now, his face would have my fist imprinted in it.
“Me too,” she says, reaching over and setting what’s left of her brownie down on her chair. After wiping her fingers off on her jeans, she places them against my chest and leans forward. “Do you know why I’ve been gravitating toward you lately?”
The conversation and moment feel heavy, which is why I try to lighten it just a bit. “My sparkling personality and massive cock?”
She giggles and takes the brownie and cookie from my hand. “Well, of course that,” she says, tossing them on the chair with hers and bringing her lips to hover over mine. “Because you’ve made me feel special. I know that wasn’t your intent, since this is casual and all, but you’ve made me feel like what I want matters.”
My throat is thick, and my heart is pounding in my chest. “Because it does.”
“And more than anything, I appreciate you showing me that.” She rolls her hips, grinding against my cock. “Do you know what else I’d like you to show me?”
“I’m all ears, beautiful,” I say, gripping on to her ass with both hands.
“How good sex while fishing can be.”
My brain short-circuits. Any thought I had flies straight out the window. I’m left sitting here, a gorgeous woman straddling me and asking for sex.
Not just any woman though.
Oaklee.
I’d give her anything she asked for, including sex in a chair in the back of my buddy’s property.
Cameras be damned.
“Stand up,” I tell her, pointing to her pants. “Off.”
