Page 43 of Bristol

He gets out and walks around the truck to meet me. I slip my hand in his, this sensation becoming like my emotional support item that I want with me at all times.

“I figured this would be just adult enough.”

“It’s perfect,” I say, staring up at him.

We walk through the side entrance, and it feels like we just snuck our way in even though Sebastian swears its free.

The Ferris wheel catches my attention more than anything else. I’ve always wanted to ride one but was too scared when I was younger.

“Can we ride the Ferris Wheel first?” I ask, looking up at him.

He smiles down at me, amusement lurking in his eyes. “Yes, baby. We can do whatever you want.”

We walk around to the ticket booth and Sebastian purchases two wristbands and fastens mine to my wrist. The feel of his fingers pressed into my wrist sends my mind racing with thoughts of him pinning me to the bed, the way his fingers were on that same spot when we were in bed. My body flushes beneath his touch and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Behave, love, or we’ll be catching a public indecency charge on the Ferris wheel.”

I dart my tongue over my bottom lip and glance up at him over my lashes.

His laugh is infectious as he drags me toward the line for the Ferris wheel that has about fifteen people in it.

“I’ve always been too scared to ride the Ferris wheel,” I admit while we slowly move through the line.

“What made you change your mind now?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You make me feel safe and alive. Like I should do anything I want to because life is too short and I know I have you there with me to support me and cheer me on.” I avert my eyes, looking off into the distance, feeling like maybe my admission was a little bit of an overshare. But in true Sebastian fashion, he tilts my face back to his and presses his lips so softly on mine in the sweetest kiss that has the world spinning around us.

“You really are something special, Bristol.”

My feeling of inadequacy is quickly replaced with sass and confidence.

“Eat your heart out, beach boy.” I quip, winking at him.

He wraps his arms around my waist and I tilt my head back into his chest while we wait for our turn. My stomach clenches with nerves as we get closer and closer to the front of the line. The valiant warrior I felt like mere minutes ago is replaced with a quivering coward that wants to break and run for it. I stand stoic and maintain my composure, even though fear is grabbing ahold of me. I’m so nervous to get on this ride but as soon as I feel Sebastian’s arms tighten around me, everything fades away and I remember I’m a badass who survived the shit that should have fucking killed me so getting on a fair ride shouldn’t be an issue.

“Next!” The ride attendant shouts as the people climb out of the cabin.

Sebastian leads me to the open gate of the cabin and I climb in. The cold metal bites against the back of my legs when I sit down and the cabin sways with our weight. The attendant slams it shut and I jump at the sound. Sebastian doesn’t try to hide the chuckle that bellows from his lips.

The Ferris wheel moves slowly as the next set of people climb into the cabin below us. We move a little at a time until the Ferris wheel is full and then we pick up speed, moving continuously. The cabin swings and sways and the gust of air rushing by me has me squealing with excitement. Sebastian watches me from across the cabin. He’s sitting back, legs spread with an elbow resting on the ledge. He looks so relaxed as he stares at me with those deep green eyes.

“Still scared?” He asks.

I shake my head no.

“Good.”

He slides around until his body is pressed against mine. His hands frame my face as he presses his lips to mine. This time it isn’t a soft and sensual kiss. His lips find mine hungrily and his tongue dances with mine. The taste of him sends electricity pulsing directly between my thighs. I squeeze them together, only to be met with Sebastian’s hand forcing his way through them. I oblige, letting my legs fall open. My mouth parts and his kisses trail down my neck.

“Bash…” I pant. The warmth of his tongue on my collar bone makes me want to climb on top of him right here, right now.

“Shhh,” he presses a finger to my lips while he slips his other hand beneath my shorts. He slides a finger inside me and my breath hitches in my throat. He wraps his tattooed fingers around my dainty throat and I swear I’m going to explode in seconds. He kisses me hard, biting my lip and finger-fucking me until I’m coming all over his fingers.

He squeezes hard around my throat and I’m unable to scream with my orgasm in the best fucking way possible. His mouth consumes the soft sounds that escape my lips and just when I think I’m going to black out, he releases his grip on my throat. My whole body relaxes and as soon as he pulls his hand from my shorts I already miss his closeness.

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