Page 57 of With This Ring

My eyes find the Ferris wheel again. “I want my kids to experience this. I don’t want them to have the life I did. No fun, barred from everything that is deemed soft. I want them to know what it’s like to see the world from the top of a Ferris wheel.”

“You want kids?”

I look up into Carter’s blue-green eyes and nod. I’ve never told anyone I wanted kids. And the way Pop tells it, no one will give a kid to a gay man. But I’ve wanted to be a father since I can remember. I know I’d do a better job than Pop. I would actually love my kids, like Dominic loves Carter and Declan.

I watch his face as I say, “Yeah. Two. A boy and a girl. Or two boys. Or two girls. Don’t really matter. Do you?”

He shrugs. “Never thought about it. Kids are…a lot.” I laugh and bump him with my dragon. “What? They are.”

“You have enough money to afford a nanny,” I tell him dryly.

Carter chuckles and walks behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. He plants a kiss on the back of my neck. Withhis lips pressed to my skin, he says, “If you want kids, I’ll give you kids.”

“I’m a guy,” I say sarcastically. “I can’t get pregnant.”

“Shut it, Kai.”

I chuckle, feeling so carefree tonight. I feel like I’m not Kaison St. Clair, head of the St. Clair family. Tonight, I feel like Kai. Just Kai. A random man in the world that’s on a date with his husband. His obviously rich husband that fucking buys out fairs so I can ride a Ferris wheel.

We make one more loop and stop in front of the Ferris wheel. “Let’s get on,” he murmurs against my skin.

Eagerly, I drag him up the few stairs and we climb into the empty pod. The attendant closes the door and Carter gives him a thumbs up. He returns it and turns the Ferris wheel on. It slowly climbs into the sky, the ground getting further and further away.

I can’t peel my eyes off the horizon. Everything looks so peaceful as we climb higher in the sky.

When we get to the top, the Ferris wheel stops. I look at Carter with wide eyes, but he simply smiles at me.

“It always stops at the top,” he explains softly. “And I asked them to let us have some time up here. So you could see.”

A slow smile stretches across my face. “Thank you, Carter.” I look back out at the world. “This is wild, being up this high.” The air feels cooler up here, the breeze of the night blowing the stray hairs that escaped my ponytail. “What did you do when you came up here? Fucked off with your friends and did dumb shit like rock the pod?”

His dark chuckle has me looking over at him sharply. His eyes have taken on that half-lidded quality I’m starting to become intimately familiar with. He slides off the seat he’s on and goes for my pants, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper.

“What are you doing?” I breathe, even though what he’s doing is really fucking obvious.

Carter looks up at me with dark eyes, that sexy fucking smirk on his face. “I’m going to show you what I used to do when I was in the Ferris wheel.”

“You sucked someone off up here?”

He shakes his head as he pulls my cock from my pants. The cool breeze blows over my cockhead and I fight to hold in a moan. “I got some head up here before. Let me show you how fucking good it felt.”

With that, he swallows my cock in one go. A loud moan escapes my lips before I can hold it in. God, Carter’s mouth is fucking dangerous. He bobs up and down on my cock, the flat of his tongue dragging against the underside of my dick.

I grip him under the chin, rolling my hips into his mouth. Carter makes those sexy fucking gagging noises, and his mouth gets wetter, his throat spasming more. But he doesn’t release the strangle hold he has on my shaft.

“Fuck, babe,” I groan, dragging my other hand into his hair. I toss my head back, fucking up into his mouth slowly.

Carter pops off my dick, licking his lips. “Wanna bet I can make you come before we get to the bottom?”

Huffing a laugh, I nod. “I’ll take that bet.”

Just then, the ride starts up again, moving unhurriedly to the bottom. “I’d better get to work,” he murmurs, then sucks me back in.

I hold still, letting Carter draw moans from me. He’s so fucking good, using his hand to jerk me as he picks up speed on with his hot throat.

“Hurry, Carter,” I taunt, but it’s cut off with a moan when he flicks his tongue against the spot under my cockhead.

I grab handfuls of his hair and grip it tight, trying to keep my moans softer since we’re closer to the bottom.

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