Page 72 of Exile and Embrace

“That.” I point at the ride flipping people upside down. “And then I want to go on that one that spins you in a circle backward. And then there’s that other one that spins really fast and kind of looks like an eggbeater.”

Finn tugs me closer as we walk over to the ticket booth.

I don’t miss the way women look at him. A group giggles as he passes, whispering things to their friends and nodding to him.

The entire time, Finn just pulls me closer, letting go of my hand to wrap his arm around my waist. He kisses my temple as we join the back of the line, waiting our turn to get wristbands.

When it’s finally our turn, he pays for the wristbands while I get mine put on. As soon as we’re both ready, we walk through the gates into the fair.

Children are screaming and running while tired adults walk behind them, carrying cotton candy and cheap prizes. Teenagers sneak sips of something from a brown paper bag before heading for another ride.

As I look up at Finn, I can’t help but notice how out of place he seems in all this.

He catches me watching him as we head for the first ride. “Why are you staring at me?”

“This doesn’t seem like the kind of date you would like. We can go somewhere else if you like.”

“I like spending time with you, and you seem like the kind of person who likes fairs.”

Though it may not be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me, my heart still skips a beat.

His fingers brush against the bare skin on my ribs.

A shiver rolls through my body.

Finn’s fingers drift a little higher, sliding beneath the hem of my shirt and grazing against my lace bra.

I nudge him. “If you keep doing that, then we’re not going to make it on any of the rides.”

Finn gives me a wicked smile as we approach the front of the line. “You can get on whatever ride you’d like.”

I burst out laughing as the worker nods for us to get in one of the cages.

Finn smirks, his hand moving to my lower back as he waits for me to climb in.

I take a seat on the metal bench, and he sits beside me.

The bar above is pulled down and locked into place.

The worker shuts the door to the cage and slides the bolt into place before starting the ride.

We move slow at first, going in a circle without the cage being flipped over.

Finn’s hand leaves the bar and lands on my thigh as we start the second circle.

I glance down at it before looking up at him. ‘What do you think you’re doing?”

His fingers drift to my inner thigh, brushing against the thin fabric at my core. “Nothing.”

He presses a little harder, rubbing my clit through the layers.

My hips rock as the cage flips upside down.

I moan as Finn slides his hand into my leggings and thong.

He circles my clit as the cage continues flipping.

As the ride moves faster, so do his fingers.

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