Page 22 of Falling for Finn

We arrive just in time, and when I walk up into the wagon, I find only one spot left.

“Shit,” I mutter as Roy, the driver, announces everyone needs to be seated. The engine roars to life, and I know he’s seconds from pulling onto the gravel road.

“You’re gonna have to sit on my lap,” I tell her.

“You can’t be serious,” she mutters with a glare so intense that I nearly freeze in place.

“Come on,sweetie,” I hiss between my teeth, emphasizing the last word so she remembers we’re in public.

As soon as I sit, I pat my lap, and she eventually uncrosses her arms to follow directions.

This is a bad fucking idea.

She shifts on my thighs until she’s comfortable, which makes mehighly uncomfortable.

Roy pops the tractor into gear. The wagon shakes as it’s pulled across the gravel road and onto the grass. I hold Oakley so she doesn’t go flying, but with each harsh movement, her ass grinds harder against my dick.

Roy goes through his typical tour script. The guests listen in awe, but I can only focus on one thing.Her.

“It’s so pretty,” she says, twisting her hips. “Do we get to pick any of the apples?”

“Yeah, he’ll make a stop toward the end. You have to bear his monologue first, though,” I say, keeping my voice low so no one overhears.

As soon as the wagon stops, I push Oakley off my lap. My dick can’t take any more of her wiggling.

We’re allotted ten minutes to browse and pick apples. I stand and watch Oakley, who’s struggling to reach the one she wants.

“Need some help?” I muse, walking over to her.

“No.” She jumps, reaching high above her head. “I just need?—”

“To grow about six inches.”

She scowls, then tries again. After her third sad attempt, I step closer and reach above her for it. She jumps again but falls against my chest. I instinctively wrap an arm around her waist and steady her.

Once I grab the apple, I hold it out for her. “Here.”

She swallows hard as she takes it. “Thanks.”

Being close is something we’re supposed to do publicly, and while we haven’t had to cross any boundaries, I’m not sure where her comfort level is when it comes to being physical. We never discussed it.

“You’re welcome, babe,” I say, then lean down and brush my lips over her cheek. She doesn’t push away but instead melts into me, but I tell myself she’s acting.

I release my hold on her, and as I walk around the tree, I feel her eyes following me. An older woman comes over and asks me to help her, and once I do, she thanks me with a wide grin.

“Your boyfriend is so sweet,” she tells Oakley, who then glances at me as if she’s in physical pain about having to say something nice about me.

Slowly turning toward the woman, Oakley swallows hard. “I couldn’t agree more.”

I chuckle under my breath and wait until she’s alone before joining her. “That hurt to say, didn’t it?”

“Trust me, there are worse things I could’ve said.” She shoots me a sassy smirk, then we go to the wagon.

Once the tour is over, Roy drops us off at the field by the parking lot. With our fingers interlocked, we make our way to my truck, which is a short distance away.

I don’t want to part ways with Oakley, but I don’t want her to know that either, so I turn on my asshole act. “I have a lot of shit to do, so we’re done for the day.”

“Great. Drop me off at your house. I’m feeling inspired to paint now that my idea is fully sketched out.”

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