Ridin' Solo (Sisters From Hell Book 1), Marika Ray [librera reader txt] 📗

hair that lay across her face while she slept. I’d already been awake for a while, staring at her peaceful expression and cataloging all the features I couldn’t stare at for too long at work for fear she or someone else would see my genuine feelings. Oakley would hate it if she knew I was watching her while she slept, which was why I planned to keep doing it.

I didn’t move a muscle, scared she’d wake up and suddenly bolt, her brain having had time to toss around the possible outcomes to us sleeping together. I couldn’t believe it when she’d come over and told me she wanted the real thing. For a second there, I thought I was still dreaming. But then her hands were tugging on my hair and the pain woke that part of me I’d been stuffing down deep and ignoring.

After I’d taken her roughly in the kitchen, I brought her back here to my room where we’d fallen into my bed and had sex again, this time softer and slower. She’d fallen asleep afterward, and selfishly, I didn’t want to move her. Normally, a girl sleeping over would freak me out, but all I felt this morning was awe.

Oakley had a slight bump on the left side of her collarbone. I wondered if she’d broken it at some point. I’d never asked her about the thin white scar on the inside of her forearm. Or why she’d gotten those pistol tattoos when no one who knew her would suspect she had them. There was so much about the woman behind the uniform I wanted to know.

She inhaled sharply and stirred, blinking her eyes open and then pausing. My heart paused too, wondering if now was the moment she’d start freaking out. My dick, however, remained hopeful we’d have a repeat performance of last night’s activities. Oakley’s head came up, and she met my gaze, her sky-blue eyes slightly puffy from sleep. The corners of her lips tilted up and I let out the breath I’d been holding.

“Morning,” she croaked, her normally throaty voice even scratchier.

I reached up and pushed those strands of hair behind her ear, absolutely loving the just-woken-up version of Oakley. She was softer, warmer, the kind of woman who could destroy your heart.

“Good morning.”

We both smiled at each other, the silence not exactly uncomfortable, but merely two people getting used to a new and deeper intimacy. I remembered something and leaned away to grab a box from the floor by my bed. When I rolled back, Oakley’s gaze flickered up to mine.

“Were you staring at my ass, Waldo?” I teased her.

Her cheeks went pink, and that was it. Something dropped out of the bottom of my chest. All the reserve I’d been working on when it came to Oakley simply left. I wanted her. Wanted her in my bed. Wanted her to be the first person I saw when I woke up every single morning. Wanted every intimate moment where she let her guard down. I wanted to tease the woman until she got so angry she pounced on me like last night.

“What?” she asked, staring at me curiously as I just lay there looking at her.

Get it together, Wyatt.

“I forgot I got this for you. Accidentally sent it to my house instead of yours. Poppy hand delivered it and gave me a funny look.” I grimaced, remembering the way she’d eye-fucked me as she handed over the package and then glanced at Oakley’s house like she was starting to put two and two together.

Oakley rolled her eyes and sat up, taking the comforter with her. “Another sex toy? I thought we settled that last night?”

I sat up too, pulling down the comforter so it wasn’t smothering me. Oakley tugged it back up. Leave it to Oakley to start a bedsheet fight the morning after. I chuckled and let her keep it up. Eventually I’d get a peek at those perfect breasts again. Now that I’d gotten a taste, I’d burn down buildings to see them again.

“Can never have too many toys. And besides, you can use a toy with someone, you know.”

Her eyes danced, and she hurried to open the box. She pulled out the little bullet vibrator and threw the box on the ground.

“We could use it right now…just for example…”

My statement trailed off at the gleam in her eye as she turned my way. Oakley lifted a leg and climbed on top of me, the comforter finally falling down and exposing the flesh I’d come to idolize. She clicked on the vibrator and put it right between her legs. The confident move stunned me speechless. Oakley played out the scenario I’d busted in on several months ago and had played repeatedly in my imagination.

But this time, she was straddling me, giving me a front-row seat to the greatest show on earth. One tiny shift and I could be inside her.

“Better hurry or I’ll reach the end solo,” she whispered, eyes squeezed shut, already chasing her pleasure.

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I flailed my arm around the side of the bed to grab a condom from the cardboard box nightstand—I really needed to unpack one of these days—and slid it on, all the while watching Oakley bite her lip and move that vibrator up and around and back down.

I grabbed her hips, lifted her, and let her slide down, impaled on my length. Her thighs quivered and her hand stilled for a moment. Her eyes flew open, a breathy moan escaping her mouth.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Not solo now, are you?”

She shook her head, her mouth falling open as we began to move in rhythm. One hand came down to support herself on my shoulder, her tits bouncing each time our bodies came together. Her hair swung free and the sight of it out of that fucking bun made the need bubble up faster. Fuck, she was tight and soft and warm and perfect. I could explode any