Page 105 of In Spades

My heart.

“You raised ‘em right,” Will said, tossing the plate into a garbage can. He took my hand, and we strolled back into the crowd.

I didn’t say anything, choosing to live in the moment and soak up every new memory as we walked through row after row of vendors.

When we hit the midway, Will snagged two tickets for one of the rides and led me into the passenger capsule. He stood to the side while I slid across the bench seat first. He had to hunch over, ducking to get inside to avoid hitting his head on the roof.

The attendant slammed the door shut, and the wheel began to rotate as the next car came down. After mindlessly boarding, I suddenly realized which ride we were sitting on. I felt the motion of the car and panic paralyzed me.

“Will,” I croaked out, voice trembling as I squeezed his hand.

His head whirled around, brow furrowing as he noticed the tremor in my words. “What’s the matter?”

“I, uh, I’m afraid of heights.” I slammed my eyes shut and let out a shaking breath.

“Sweetheart,” he said in a gruff command. “Look at me.”

This was humiliating. My heart ramped up to a dangerous pace as the wheel rotated again.

I flinched as the car rocked, the metal joints squeaking and shrieking. My breath came in short gasps. My hands clammed up, and a cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck.

Living in the moment was stupid.

“Look at me, Kristin,” Will ordered. His tone left no room for argument.

My hand clamped around his as I slowly forced my eyes open. The wheel rotated again, sending us higher and higher, out of sight.

He grabbed my hips and hauled me onto his lap. My knees pressed into the hard metal bench as I straddled him.

“This is what I came in here for,” he said.

Will’s lips crashed against mine. In an instant, his hands were under my tank top, gliding up the plane of my stomach. He flipped my bra cups down and palmed both of my breasts.

I widened my straddle and rocked my hips, grinding against his thick shaft. I couldn’t wait to get those damn jeans off him tonight.

“Goddamn, woman,” Will said, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you see stars.”

I groaned and tossed my head back, arching my back and pushing my tits toward his face.

He dipped his head to the side and drew one nipple between his teeth, and bit down.

I keened at the snap of pain, but it intensified into a flood of pleasure. I fumbled with his fly, trying and failing to unfasten the button on his jeans.

“Think we can do it in here?” I asked, panting.

Will grinned like the Cheshire cat and shook his head. “The first time I make love to you is going to be in my bed.”

“This isn’t making love,” I countered. “This is fucking.”

He shook his head. “Sweetheart, every time with you will be making love. And sometimes, I’ll want to make love to you by pinning you down and ramming my cock into your tight little pussy until you scream.”

I whimpered as he settled me around his restrained erection and lowered the zipper on my jeans. He pulled my panties aside and teased my clit. Will didn’t even bother testing my readiness before sliding his fingers into my slick core.

“Ride my hand,” he ordered, pressing the heel of his palm against my clit as he stroked my G-spot with two fingers.

My body trembled as the orgasm rushed in fast and hard like a freight train. So close already.

“Good girl. Just like that,” he praised as he used his free hand to toy with the hard peak of my nipple.

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