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He laughed as he looked at the blonde again, his attention eventually returning to me. “You know I was in Maui last week, touring different pieces of land where we could potentially build a new hotel. But I don’t think I told you about the real estate agent who was giving me that tour.” He whistled as he exhaled. “Fuck me, she was something else.”
“Did you have to fight Cooper and Brady for her? Or did your brothers play nice and there wasn’t any competition?”
That was one thing about the Spade brothers-they all liked the same kind of women.
Beautiful. Sensual. Sexual women.
If this chick was as hot as I assumed, then I was sure all three of them were frothing for a bite.
“Nah, man, my brothers didn’t go on this trip. It was just me, scouting out locations. Jenner flew out a few days later once I narrowed down the search. He wanted to make sure the land would work logistically and legally if we ended up moving forward.” He mashed his lips together. “But those first couple of days, it was just Kalea and me, fucking at each of the showings. Mmm,” he moaned. “Once Jenner was there and Jo came out, it turned to all business, and we made an offer on the land. But, shit”-he chewed his bottom lip-“Kalea gave me a taste of that island that I’ll never forget.”
My cousin Jenner represented the Spade brand in all of their transactions. And if the trip involved a real estate offer, I wasn’t surprised to hear that Jo, Jenner’s fiancee, had tagged along, considering she was now the Chief Marketing Officer of Spade Hotels.
“So, when are you going back out to Hawaii to see her?”
He stared at me like I had something on my face, and then he clasped my shoulder and squeezed it. “I’m going back to Hawaii before we break ground, but not to see her.” He tilted his head. “You got a whiff of Oaklyn’s pussy, and now, you’re suddenly going soft on me?” He released me and picked up his glass. “There are thousands of other women on that island, and I plan to fuck as many as I can while I’m there.”
“Did it sound like I was insinuating that you were going to fucking marry the girl? Jesus, give me a little credit here.”
He extended his arm, wrapping it around my shoulders. “It’s all good.” He nodded toward the group of girls. “What do you think of the blonde? And the two brunettes?”
I gave each one a quick glance. “They’re all right.”
“Just all right?”
“Dude, what do you want me to say? They’re the hottest chicks I’ve ever seen? I can’t tell you that.”
Not a single one compared to Oaklyn. I didn’t know if that was just shitty luck or if there was something wrong with my eyes or if there was something wrong with me.
“Because Oaklyn is hotter,” he mocked.
“I didn’t say that either.”
“You didn’t have to.” His arm dropped, and he grinned at me. “I’m going to go buy them a drink. You should join me.” He drained the rest of his and stood.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
“I won’t hold my breath,” he said, laughing again before he joined the girls.
I watched him flirt with them for just a second, and then I scanned the notifications that had come through on my phone. Aside from a lot of social media bullshit, there was a reply from Oaklyn. She was responding to the text I’d sent her that told her she would be sucking my dick without teeth soon.
OAKLYN
I’ll be ready …
Damn it, that girl.
The mere mention of her offer had a hard-on working its way to my tip.
How did she have that fucking power?
What would it actually feel like to see her on her knees, sucking my crown, palming my sac?
It was tempting to claim that offer tonight.
But I’d had a lot to drink. I was sure, at this point, she probably had, too, and I didn’t want it to go down that way. I wanted the details of her mouth and hands and throat to be fresh.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
Still, I wanted something.
ME
Are you with my sister?
OAKLYN
Yes, we’re still at the same bar, and we’re half a bottle of champagne deep. Thanks for that, by the way.
ME
Don’t get too drunk tonight. I need you functional for tomorrow.
OAKLYN
What’s tomorrow?
ME
Lesson two.
OAKLYN
Ohhh.
ME
Are you free?
OAKLYN
I can make myself free.
ME
Good, because tomorrow’s lesson is all about coming in public. You’re going to do it quietly and on command with lots of eyes on you.
OAKLYN
Are you actually going to touch me this time? Or are you going to make me touch myself?
ME
You’re going to get me. Not all of me … but enough.
OAKLYN
And you think you can make me come by simply saying the word?
ME
I’m not just going to say it. I’m going to build the orgasm inside you, I’m going to let it hang there while you’re in agony, and then I’m going to let you shudder so fucking hard that it’s going to be almost impossible for you not to scream.
OAKLYN
When?
ME
I’ll text you the time and place in the morning.
And, Oaklyn, wear something easily accessible. I need full access to your pussy tomorrow night.
Oaklyn
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his isn’t a date.
That was what I had to keep reminding myself of.
I was just meeting up with Camden at a restaurant about twenty minutes from my apartment, like it was any other night-minus the fact that Camden and I had never eaten alone together-and I was taking my own car and had every intention of splitting the bill with him.
But even though I continued to repeat that over and over in my head, I couldn’t stop the jitters from exploding in my stomach. They were there while I got ready and left my apartment, strengthening as I drove to the restaurant. At each red light, I lowered my visor and checked myself in the mirror, making sure there wasn’t any gloss on my teeth or that there wasn’t any eye shadow fallout on my cheeks. That my hair had stayed curled.