Page 3 of Heat Wave
I smack her ass again and turn only to feel her go limp against my back. “Terry, check on her.”
She goes behind me, and suddenly Oakley is up again with her hands planted firmly on my ass once more. “Help! Police ass…ass…police roughage.”
This time, even I have to giggle at her missing vocabulary.
“I believe the word you are looking for, sweetheart, is assault.” I give her ass another smack, causing her to jolt against me, and the scent that has been teasing me ever since I picked her up like this gets stronger…and sweeter.
Fuck me!
I am not this guy. I am not someone who needs to be thinking about little Oakley Nesbit the way I am right now. I damn sure shouldn’t be aware of the fact that her pussy smells like fucking cotton candy and just got fucking sweeter when I spanked her.
“I’ll take care of Oakley, Landry. You go take care of your bar.”
“Ten-four, Waylon. Ten-four.”
He disappears back into the bar. Once the door is opened, light and music spill out for a brief moment before shutting again and leaving the three of us on the darkened street.
“I can’t believe you would tell on me and have your brother arrest me.”
“You know, arrest but not the word for jail. Or slammer.”
“Slammer? Slammer!” She says the word loudly, as if she came up with it all on her own.
Then it gets worse.
“Slam her. Slam her. Oh my God, Way! Are you going to slam me? Are you taking me back to slam me!? Help! He’s going to take me home and slam me!”
“For fuck’s sake, Oakley, shut up!”
I dump her in the back of my car and wait for Terry to crawl in beside her. Once I’m in, Terry is talking.
“Um, Waylon, can she stay with you tonight?”
“What? No! No, she can’t!”
“But Waylon, she was supposed to stay with me tonight, but there’s no way I can get her upstairs without mom and dad finding out what happened. You know that. And I can’t just leave her alone.”
“No!” Oakley can not stay with me tonight. Not after what just happened in front of Landry’s bar. I’m no perv by no means, but now that I’ve found out what Oakley’s little pussy smells like…there’s no god damned way I’m taking her home with me.
“Please, Waylon. She can stay on your couch. You won’t even know she’s there.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head, but I don’t tell her no. Damn it! My sister should have been a police negotiator because she has a surprising knack for making people do what she wants them to do. I’m no exception. This time, however, I have to askmyself if I’m doing this for Terry or if I’m doing this…for me? And I’m kind of afraid what the answer might be.
Chapter Three
Oakley
It’s so bright that it feels like the Sun is in the same room with me. My eyeballs burn every time I crack them open just a little bit. Despite what everyone says about getting shitfaced, a lot of last night I unfortunately remember. Embarrassingly so.
I groan at the memory of how stupid I was and roll over to grab my phone to text Terry. I should apologize right away, but my hand fails to connect with my phone. When I open my eyes wider, fear is the first thing that rushes through me, not nausea. I am not in my room, and this is not Terry’s room either - God knows, I’ve spent enough time in her room to recognize it almost better than my own.
I’m in neither!
Maybe…I don’t remember last night as well as I thought I did. Maybe they were right all along! Things get worse when I look under the covers and realize I’m completely naked. I’ve never slept naked before in my life. I sit up -too quickly- and the room spins for a stomach-turning moment. I look over the side of the bed only to come up as empty as I did when I reached for my phone. First one side, then the other. Nothing.
Where are my clothes? Where is my phone? Where am I?
I check in with my body and realize, despite a headache, I don’t feel awful. I’m not sore anywhere I’m not supposed to be, and I don’t feel achy. If I had done anything, I would have known about it this morning. I would have totally felt it. There is no way I wouldn’t. Right?
