Page 33 of Heat Wave
He puts his hand over my mouth as my back arches off the bed, and he burrows his face against my neck. Everything becomes hot and wet as he does exactly what he said he was going to do. He cums even while his dick slips through my channel, spreading it all over my mound and bare pussy.
We catch our breath as I come back down from a second orgasm, having come again when he did. I jump when he moves aside, and he runs his fingers through the mess we’ve made. I gasp as he touches me with his fingers.
“Just like I thought…the softest thing I’ve ever touched. If Terry wasn’t here, I’d have my face buried in you right now, sweetheart. My entire face!”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Waylon
Ihelp Oakley dress before we go to see if my sister is up. She’s already rattling around the kitchen when we come in. I can tell by the look Oakley sends me that she’s worried she’s up because we were too loud.
“Terry, how did you sleep?”
She doesn’t turn around or reply.
“Terry,” I touch her shoulder, and she jumps and squeals.
“Holy shit, Waylon! Why? Why would you sneak up on me?”
Oakley relaxes beside me.
“Sorry, we thought you…”
“Oh my God! Did my banging around wake you two?”
Oakley smiles at Terry, “No. We were up before…”
“Oh my God! Did you two sleep with one another?”
Oakley reaches out for me as she goes pale.
“Terry, what happens between me and Oakley is between me and Oakley.”
“That means you did! Holy shit! Oakley, you slept with my brother.”
“I…we…I’m…,”
I spin Oakley around and silence her with a kiss before I look back at Terry. “Get used to it, sis.”
Terry rushes over and tries to hug both of us at the same time. “I’m so happy for you two. You all are so perfect together. I’m making pancakes! With fresh strawberries on top!!”
We all finish breakfast and start making plans for the day when there’s a loud knock on the door that brings silence to the three of us.
“I got it!” I move towards the door after grabbing my gun from the side table. Then I put it down when I recognized the person on the other side of the door.
“Landry, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“How old is your sister?”
“Excuse me?” He was on call yesterday when the wreck happened, so maybe the guy is sleep-deprived and out of sorts.
“How old is Teresa?”
I’m shocked for a few minutes by the sheer fact that he just called my sister by her given name. I’ve not heard anyone call her that in…years.
“Land, are you feeling alright, buddy? Do you want to come in for a minute, maybe sit down for a while?”
“I just need you to tell me how old your sister is, Waylon. Can you do that for me? Please.”
