I do the same after reaching down and unlacing my boots and sliding them off my feet. By the time I stand to remove my jeans, she’s there before me, completely naked from the waist down. “Fuck,” I mutter, moving a little quicker.
Before I push my pants down, I retrieve one of the condoms I carry in my wallet. I always have one in there, but ever since this thing with her started, I added a few extras. I never want to be without one, not where she’s concerned.
I don’t even have time to pull off my jeans before she’s practically pushing me into the chair. With my pants around my ankles, I sit down and sheathe my dick in protection. Then, she’s there, straddling my lap and sitting on top of me. She slides down, taking me to the root in one long motion.
Our collective moans echo off the trees, but she takes no time to adjust to the invasion. Oaklee sets the pace, and it’s fast. She lifts herself up and practically slams back down, repeating it over and over again. I can barely breathe as I watch her take complete control.
My hands are on her hips, helping guide her movements. She lifts up and sits back down, rolling her hips and grinding her clit against me. Her nails dig through my T-shirt, and even though I wish she weren’t covering up her gorgeous tits right now, the fact she’s wearing my sweatshirt is almost better than seeing her bare.
She’s mine.
My balls start to tighten as I watch her move. She’s wild, bucking against me and taking what she wants, and it’s sexy as hell. “Cade,” she mutters as I start to feel her pussy squeeze.
“Come, beautiful. Let me feel you,” I say, thrusting up and rolling my own hips.
She cries out and closes her eyes as her release grabs hold. I keep moving, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible. She grips me tight as she comes, triggering my own release. I pause, loving the way she pulses around me as I empty myself in the condom, and only when I feel her starting to sag against me do I move.
When she falls forward, I take her in my arms and hold her tightly to my chest. “I think I like fishing. A lot.”
I snort and press my lips to her neck. “Me too, beautiful. Me too.”
After a couple of minutes of us both catching our breath, she sits up. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask, lifting her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“For that. For listening. For making me feel…good.”
I pull her against me and kiss her lips. “Always, Oaklee. I’ll always do my best to make you feel good.”
That’s not what I want to say, but that’s what she needs to hear. She needs to be put first for a while, to be shown not all guys are selfish assholes.
To be treated like the queen she is.
My God, I can see myself falling for this woman.
Hell.
I might already be in trouble.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Oaklee
Spending time with Cade isn’t exactly a hardship.
That’s why I’ve been doing it as much as I can over the last couple of weeks. We’ve gone fishing again, though we kept our clothes on that time, and we’ve watched a few movies at both his place and mine. We’ve shared meals and hung out with friends. We’ve spent nights apart, but admittedly, I don’t like those evenings as much as the ones where Cade is there.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, so I quickly pull it out to check my message while I wait to call back my next patient.
Grandma
Good afternoon. Grandpa went to the doc for his follow-up. The wound healed nicely.
Me
I’m happy to hear. I’d love to come for a visit soon. I know you told me not to come when Grandpa wasn’t well, but I’m hoping I can come for an afternoon soon.
