Page 58 of Three Pucking Wedding Dates

“Answer me!” she demands, her green eyes blazing with determination.

“Enough!” I finally explode, grabbing her hands and stopping her from touching me any further. It’s too dangerous to let her continue, to let her get under my skin even more than she already has. I hold her hard against my body, my heart pounding like a freight train in my chest. “The truth is, I never stopped caring about you, Oakley. I put distance between us because…because Gray obviously loves you so much, and I didn’t want to break his heart.”

The admission hangs heavy in the air between us, and for a brief moment, everything comes to a standstill. The weight of my confession sinks in, leaving me exposed, vulnerable. It goes against every instinct I have, but I knew I owed her the truth.

“Gray and Reid’s mother took me in when I was a child,” I confess, my voice barely audible. “She gave me a home, a family. I couldn’t betray Gray like that, not when they’ve done so much for me.”

“Even if it meant hurting me?” Oakley asks, her voice small and vulnerable. She’s right, of course. I didn’t consider her feelings in all of this, only my own loyalty to Gray and the family that adopted me.

“Oakley, I…” I trail off, unsure of how to justify my actions. My heart clenches at the hurt in her eyes, and I know that I’ve failed her.

“Did you ever think about what I wanted?” she demands, pulling away from me slightly to look directly into my eyes. It feels as though she’s searching for something hidden deep within me, something I’ve tried to keep buried.

“Tell me what you want, Oakley,” I say softly, my gaze unwavering. I need her to say it, to tell me what she’s feeling, even if it breaks me further.

She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, her eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch in my throat. In that moment, I see a world of unspoken desires and emotions swirling within her, and I realize that I don’t need her to say anything. It’s all there, written in her eyes.

Without thinking, I lean in and capture her lips with mine, every ounce of pent-up longing and frustration pouring into the kiss. Our connection is electric, as though we were always meant to find our way back to one another. And as our lips move in sync, I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, we were.

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OAKLEY

The world blurs around me as my lips crash against Theo’s, and I can’t believe this is happening. But I remember Reid’s words about not denying my body what it wants, and I know he’s right. I want Theo—every inch of him.

“Oakley,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” I confess, my heart pounding in my chest. Our mouths meet again, our tongues dancing together, exploring each other’s taste and touch. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t get enough of him.

His hands move across my body, gripping my hips, pulling me closer. The intensity of our kisses grows, and nothing about it is gentle, but I don’t want gentle. His teeth graze my lower lip, biting and nibbling, sending shivers down my spine.

The thought of letting go, of giving myself fully to him, is both terrifying and exhilarating.

Theo’s fingers trail along my collarbone, setting my skin on fire, before he dips down to capture my lips once more. This time,there’s no question, and the passion between us ignites like wildfire.

The heat of Theo’s body pressed against mine is intoxicating as he trails kisses along my neck. A shudder runs through me, and with one smooth motion, he pushes me down onto the bed. The soft sheets cradle my body as he continues to kiss down my cheeks and neck.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and heavy. His fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, not bothering to ask for permission—not that I would ever say no at this point.

As he undresses me, I can’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable, but there’s a fierceness in his gaze that makes me feel safe. He touches every inch of me, his hands strong and sure as they glide over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He kisses my breasts, my stomach, lower and lower until he reaches the apex of my thighs.

His tongue teases my clit, licking and sucking on it with an intensity that sends bolts of pleasure shooting through me. I gasp, my hands gripping the sheets as he delves deeper, pushing his tongue inside me until I’m a quivering mess of need.

“Please, Theo,” I beg, my voice barely audible. “Don’t stop.” It’s all I can manage before a cry escapes my lips, my head thrown back as waves of pleasure crash over me.

“Theo!” I scream out his name, uncaring of who might hear. Theo quickly leans up and captures my mouth in a fierce kiss, silencing my cries. I taste myself on his tongue, mixed with his own unique flavor, and it only serves to heighten my desire for him.

I pant, my chest heaving with the effort to catch my breath. “Just…don’t stop.” The blazing heat in his eyes is matched only by the intensity of his touch.

Theo’s fingers find their way inside me. He starts with one, sliding it deep within my wet folds. The sensation makes me arch my back, a moan escaping my lips.

“More,” I beg breathlessly, unable to get enough of his touch. Theo obliges, adding a second finger, stretching and filling me in the most delicious ways. My mind whirls with pleasure as he moves them in and out in a rhythm that drives me wild.

“Please, Theo,” I whimper, my body writhing beneath him. His eyes darken with lust as he adds a third finger, sending me into overdrive. I can barely form coherent thoughts as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, my walls tighten around his fingers, and I scream out his name as my orgasm crashes over me in powerful waves.

“God, Oakley,” Theo murmurs, pulling his fingers from me, his gaze filled with awe. My body trembles as I come down from the high, and he leans in to press a tender kiss to my forehead.

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