She looks back up at me, where before she focused on her hands, which she is twisting like she might be able to ring out a solution.
I nod. It came out when one of the guys interviewed her.
“What if he doesn’t like me or doesn’t want me to stay with him? Where am I going to go if I can’t go back home?”
“Okay, first of all, you need to take it one day at a time for a little while. All you need to focus on is tomorrow or maybe the next day.”
“And what about money? I don’t have any. All I’ve ever done is work part-time jobs and seasonal stuff. I can’t make enough money to live off that. I can’t make enough money to eat off that.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t think your…”
“I have no skills, Waylon. Nothing anyone would hire me for.”
I growl and move quickly to unsnap her seatbelt and pull her into my lap at the same time I shift the seat back so there is more room for her to sit on me. She lets out a yelp but stops talking. I take her face between the palms of my hands so I can be sure she is really looking at me.
“Sweetheart, everything is going to be alright. One day at a time. All you have to do is trust me to take care of stuff and keep you safe. Tomorrow you’re going to stay with Terry again. But all you have to figure out is what you want for breakfast, beautiful. That’s all. Just what you want for breakfast.”
I lean forward to take her lips because I can’t leave that look on her face. I can’t take the tears standing in her eyes or the fears I see reflected back at me. It affects me like they were my own. Seeing Oakley scared and worried makes me feel like there’s ahollow pit in my stomach that is gnawing at me, propelling me to fix it anyway I can.
At first, she doesn’t kiss me back, but in only seconds, she is melting for me. Softening even more. Her arms come up to circle my neck, and her soft little tongue starts to shyly touch mine as I deepen the kiss. By the time I pull back, both of us are breathing hard, and her lips are swollen. She finally opens her eyes to stare into mine, and I gently rub my thumb against her bottom lip.
“You’re so soft, Oakley. So sweet.”
She looks down before whispering breathlessly, “You taste good.”
She pales and then darts her eyes up to look at me quickly before looking back down.
“That’s probably really weird to say. I shouldn’t have said that.”
I kiss her again, but keep this one light and brief. “It’s not weird at all. I like the way you taste , too, sweetheart.”
The corners of her mouth tilt up in a small smile as I drop kisses on her face and lips. We sit with her letting me hold her for long moments before she whispers to me again. “Thank you. For making me feel better. For helping me. For…everything.”
“Thank you.”
Her head comes up with the question in her eyes before she even speaks it.
“For what?”
“For letting me. For letting me keep you safe and letting me keep kissing you. For letting me take you home.”
A blush hits her cheeks at my words, and I start to play with the ends of her hair. “So pretty.”
She looks up at me and notices I am playing with her hair. “No. It’s…red.”
“Beautiful.” I take her by the chin and tip her face up so I can brush her lips again. “We should go in, sweet girl. Before I start kissing you again.”
Or go further than I should.
Once inside, we spend time watching television before she heads to the bedroom. I watch her go and fight with myself. I can’t go into the room with her and ask her if I can sleep with her. I’m certain that is just a little too much protection for Oakley, and I’m pretty sure my sister would have my nut sack.
But it might just be worth it. I’m pretty sure having Oakley would be worth it. I spend the rest of the night thinking about what I would do if I could spend a night…or a weekend…or a month loving Oakley. My problem isn’t that I don’t want her. It’s that I don’t know if I can let her go once I have her. How tight would I hold on? Tight enough she’ll want to leave?
I know what and who I am. If I care for someone, I’m well aware I would want to keep her safe, keep her happy, not stop until I'm sure she’s mine in every way. I wouldn’t stop until Nan got her wish. I shift on the couch, trying to find a comfortable spot, thinking about Oakley taking every thick inch of my cock and me erupting inside of her, filling her unprotected pussy fullof seed that would take root deep in her little womb. I’m hard as a fucking rock thinking about her growing rounder and rounder with my child, cutely waddling around with the proof she’s mine.
Where the hell is all of this coming from? I need to keep the fact that she’s my sister’s best friend at the very front of my mind. I need to step back and really question what the hell is going on. Never have I thought about knocking up any of my bed partners before. Never have I ever laid and thought about what my fucking children would look like…and picture them with cute red curls going every which way.
I grit my teeth and run my hand over my aching shaft. Never have I ever sat on my couch thinking about someone I know is sleeping right down the hall from me while using my hand to try to take some of the ache away. I stick my hand under the cover and shuttle it up and down my cock until I’m biting back a groan and cumming. I use the blanket to clean myself up as I catch my breath. There was so much…and my dick is still rock hard. Pissed that it wasn’t her getting every last drop. I lie back down and shove my hair back off my forehead. It’s going to be a long night.
