Page 12 of Heat Wave
“That’s why you want to know who I’ve…been with? Because you think this is someone who is…angry over…I’ve only dated Tommy. I don’t have…,” she swallows and shuts her eyes before opening the soft green orbs and staring at me. She leans closer to me like she might be sharing a secret between us. “I’ve only been romantically involved with one person and that…”
“I don’t need the details, Oakley. Just names and…”
“I never…”
“Oakley, I just…”
“God damn it. Listen to me, Waylon. I’m a virgin. There are no ex-lovers mad because I moved on. No one-night stands. No men out there waiting to be with me. Tommy dumped me because I wouldn’t have sex with him. I’m boring. I…”
I grab her before I can talk myself out of it. My mouth finds hers, and I kiss her into silence. She gasps as I take the kiss deeper and use her gasp to dart my tongue inside her honeyed cavern. Damn she tastes just like candy or sugar or sweet things.
The sound of a gasp that isn’t from the woman currently sitting in my lap with my cock nestled between her softness has me pulling back from the kiss and looking up at the shocked face of my sister.
“What…?”
“I was telling Oakley about her break-in.”
“With your face?”
Well, shit.
Oakley finally opens her eyes and lets out a cute as fuck squeak when she realizes she’s straddling my thighs and firmly in my lap.
“Oh, um, oh.”
She struggles to remove herself, but my hands on her hips hold her in place.
“I was just telling Oakley it’s not safe for her to go back to her home and that she’s going to stay somewhere else for a while.”
“Here. She can stay here with me and Mom and Dad.”
“Actually, I think she would be better off staying with…me.”
“You.” It’s said from two different voices. One. my little sister. and the other…well, that one is sweet and soft and just a little breathy from where I kissed her just seconds ago.
“Waylon…I can’t stay with you…I…”
“I can’t be sure that the reason you were targeted was because of me.”
“Targeted?”
“Because of you?”
“The break-in was on purpose, Terry. They were going for Oakley.”
“There’s something you aren’t telling me, isn’t there? Something you’re still holding back from me? What is it, Waylon? Why are you so sure I’m the one being targeted?”
God damn it! She’s too smart and determined to let it go, and even though the way she is clutching my shirt in both of her hands is cute as shit, I am less than happy.
“He used personal items to try to start the fire.”
“Personal items? Like what?” My sister is trying to work it out as much as Oakley is. “Her books, her clothes, what?”
“Her underwear.” Oakley’s grip on me tightens, and her face pales.
“Oh my God! Oh my…Waylon! What…what am I going to do?” Her breathing is fast and shallow, and I can tell she is seconds away from a full-blown panic attack.
“You’re going to come stay with me, baby. That’s what you are going to do.”
