For Him, I Would

Chapter Twenty-Five - The Scapegoat and the Lie.

Kayce's alarm the next morning came quickly. Oakley stirred as Kayce slammed his fist down on his phone before snuggling back against her, his arm pulling her into his warmth. Taking a deep breath, Oakley leaned back and turned her head to see Kayce with his eyes shut. It was still dark outside, but she could see the sun starting to break through the windows.

"What time do you have to be in?" Oakley whispered, her hand rubbing up and down Kayce's arm around her.

"Soon," Kayce mumbled.

"Your dad's got Tate," Oakley remembered. She turned more so she could face Kayce, her hand coming up to hold his cheek. "Saves you a little time."

"Mmm," Kayce nodded his head, slowly opening his eyes to look at Oakley. "Morning."

"Morning," Oakley leaned in and kissed Kayce's lips softly. His hands moved down her body sending shivers up her spine. "Don't start something we don't have time for."

"I have time for this," Kayce kissed her deeply, but his alarm went off again. Groaning, Kayce turned around and hit his phone again. Oakley laughed, leaned up onto Kayce's chest, and smiled down at him.

"How about tonight?" She smiled, pressing a kiss against the brand on his chest. "We can sleep at your place."

"Tempting," Kayce smirked at Oakley. She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he wasn't jumping at the thought of Tate not being there for them to watch. But then it dawned on her.

"And I'll be as loud as you want me to," Oakley leaned into him.

"Now who is trying to start something?" Kayce pressed his lower half into Oakley's.

Oakley looked at the clock on the wall and saw they had about an hour before Kayce needed to be in his truck, and headed to the office. She was a little different as her office was downstairs and she only needed to have a work-appropriate shirt on for any meetings.

"Come on," Oakley slid out of bed, not caring she was completely naked, and walked over to the bathroom sliding door. Kayce sat and watched her with his eyes.

"What're you doing?" He licked his lips. Oakley paused, flipping on the bathroom light, and looked over her shoulder at Kayce still on the bed.

"I'm getting a shower," Oakley shrugged. "Thought maybe we could at least have some fun."

Kayce was faster than she'd ever seen him run, sweeping her into his arms and pulling her into the shower and under the water.

That afternoon

"You look like you're mad about something," John's voice made Oakley jump in her chair before she turned around to see him standing there.

"Sorry," Oakley shook her head. "I just was supposed to have a call with my boss but she sent me an email cancellation last minute with no explanation. I also haven't received one email from her today which is unlike her."

"The woman who was at the reception last night?" John asked.

"Sarah, yes," Oakley sighed. "I saw her briefly when we were leaving and she looked like so I'm not sure what happened."

"Could be anything," John shrugged. "I wanted to continue our conversation from last night."

"Which conversation?" Oakley eyed him.

"The one where you asked me why Kayce needed to be Livestock Commissioner," John sat down across from Oakley at the small table which had become her desk.

"Why you needed him to be Livestock Commissioner," Oakley reminded John, also showing she wasn't going to budge on it.

"Yes," John chuckled. "I forget how important details are to you, Oaks."