Page 86 of Bad Kind of Love

Within seconds, I was being pulled down onto his warm lips, melting in his arms as I kissed him with everything I had. He was the storm that came without warning. He shook up my world, wreaking havoc on my heart and mind until I began questioning everything. And here I was now, no longer swimming. I was drowning in him, and loving every damn minute of it.

I felt his finger graze my shoulder, slipping underneath my dress strap as he leisurely drug it down my shoulder. The cool air hit my nipple, and before I knew it, his mouth latched over my swollen bud.

Moaning, I arch myself into him, grinding hard into his lap as his dick rubs along my hot center loving every sinful minute of it.

His mouth felt like heaven, but he was anything but holy.

“Fuck.” I moan as his tongue licks and teeth nibble over my flesh. “As much as I want to do more, our date isn’t finished yet.”

With a pop, my nipple falls out of his mouth and his heavy eyes peer up into mine.

“You’re right.” He agrees, placing a kiss on my chest before pulling my dress strap up.

Lifting me off his lap, he gently places me beside him as I straighten my dress and fix my hair. With the lamp at our feet, we begin to eat the food he brought. Everything was delicious. Especially the apple pie he brought for dessert, which I was surprised to hear he made.

Bite after bite, I watched as the fork entered his mouth. His lips wrapped around the utensil, sucking off any remaining pie that might still be lingering and then he’d slowly drag it out of his mouth.

Jesus.

Swallowing, I fidget in my spot, feeling the ache between my legs intensify.

“Taste good?” He asks as I stare at his licked clean fork.

“Very.” I half moan and finish the rest of my plate.

After we both finished eating, we sat there in silence just taking in our surroundings. The eeriness was beginning to fade, but the dreadful conversation of my college acceptance was eating away at me.

Instead of getting it over with, I chickened out and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“How old are you?”

It wasn’t something I was dying to know but the minute it came out, I wish I could’ve taken it back.

Cringing, I watch as his mouth lifts into a grin.

“Thirty-nine.”

Surprised he even answered, I nod.

“You’re a year younger than my dad.”

Shit, why did I say that?

Red faced, my mouth opens but Jack cuts me off.

“And you’re the same age as my son.”

Frowning, I find myself lifting to my feet as Wes floods my brain.

“Please don’t bring him up.” I grab the lamp and start walking towards the carousel. “Especially when we're out here doing this.”

I already knew Jack was hot on my heels as I climbed up the rickety staircase that led up to the horses.

Betrayal was the first word that came to mind when I thought of Wes. Our friendship was ruined the moment my feelings changed for Jack and now I was ridden with guilt.

“Doing what?” Jack's gruff voice spoke up from behind me.

“Jack…” I say incredulously as my eyes were focused on the shattered mirror that wrapped around the center pole of the carousel.

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