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His touch on my skin is electric. He pulls back once again to say something, and I seize the opportunity, climbing into his lap and bringing his mouth back to mine not giving a shit as to what he wanted to say. I need this and I need this now. Apparently sitting my ass on his lap was just what my caveman needed to let out a little more of his beast.

Sebastian has always been rough with me, knowing well enough I’m no delicate flower, but fuck since he fucked me unconscious he’s been treating me like I’m made of glass. Strong, calloused hands roam down my body and as they reach my hips, he slams me down on his lap, his erection digging into me. I almost scream from how hot it makes me. His cock rubs against my clit every time he pulls down my hips making me wetter and wetter with every thrust as I grind back and forth against it. With shaky hands I grab onto his neck using it like an anchor and squeeze. His mouth stills as I look down at him and he meets my eyes. His breathing changes, it’s faster, shallower and it feels like he’s fighting himself for control. He wants to let go. I can feel it but he is still hesitating.

“Sebastian, I need more. I need you to fuck me. I need itnow.”

“Dammit Little Wolf, I am so fucking hard. When I finally fuck you, I am going to break you,” he growls at me. Feeling the vibration of him speaking against my hand distracted me, so much I didn't realize he said “when”, as if we aren’t going to fuck right now. Think again Cupcake, Momma needs a snack.

“You’re adorable, Sebastian. We are totally fucking right now.” I remove my hand from his throat, replacing it with my mouth as I lick my way up from his collarbone to the back of his ear. He groans and lifts up, pushing himself into me and grinding me just right. “I know you can’t resist my mouth baby, let me have a taste,” I whisper breathlessly in his ear.

“Fuck Jade, we are going to get caught out here in the open, I am not fucking you here.”

“Fine, I huff, climbing off of him and settling back into my own seat, though my hand never let go of him. I get up on my knees and start to unbuckle his belt. Bass doesn't make a move to stop me so I am taking advantage of every second I have before he tries to stop me again. I am determined to break him. This is going to happen.

I’m about to put him in my mouth when I hear him groan “Fuck”. I mentally cheer myself on thinking he’s just as hot for it as I am, when suddenly he pushes me off him and puts himself back in his pants. “Jade, fuck, I’m sorry. Eliza just walked by the car and we made eye contact right before you sucked me off.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now” I practically cry out, slamming my head back against the seat.

“I promise we will finish this tonight Little Wolf, I will get you good and fed baby..”

“Tonight is too far away Bass, I am going to die from dick-privation before you actually get to fucking me.” This fucking sucks, and I still want a fucking snack!

Chapter

Thirty-Six

JADE

Fluorescent twinkling lights, hysterical laughter echoing in the dark, and buzzing sounds of carnival rides and games in the distance. The delectable smells of kettle corn, funnel cake, and my all-time favorite deep-fried Oreos, consume all of my heightened senses as I walk hand in hand with Sebastian through the Pleasant Hills County Fairgrounds. A large Ferris wheel sits before us, spinning in slow motion as its patrons giggle and swing themselves back and forth despite the attendant's pleas to stop.

The PH fair has always been one of my favorite places to be, some of the only happy memories I remember have been here in these one hundred plus acres. It happens twice a year, the last week of April and then again the last week of August. I first came here four years ago when we arrived at the foster house, and Grayson and Sarah brought us to celebrate Kai’s birthday. Although the fair looks exactly as it did then, and every time I’ve come l since, this visit is entirely different. All my friends may behere, but I’m not with any of them. This time I’m walking hand in hand with the father of my unborn child.

It was Sebastian’s idea to come today, a welcome distraction after the doctor's appointment and the female blue balls I got after. We were seen by his stepmother Eliza, lucky for us she didn't see us leave the office, just me about to suck off her step son. Unlucky for me, I didn’t get properly fucked. You win some you lose some right?

“Do you want funnel cake or Oreos?” Bass asks me, while we wait in line at a concession stand beside the Ferris wheel, the same one I’ve spent most of my visits waiting by. Even before carrying a tiny human inside of me, I’ve had a gluttonous appetite and an even bigger sweet tooth.

“Why do I have to choose just one?” I pout, crossing my arms over my chest in defiance.

Bass’s eyes trail down to the exposed cleavage pushed up in my V-neck tank, smiling a sexy as hell crooked smile as he reaches out to cup my chin and place a small kiss upon it. “Because the doc said you had to watch how much sugar you consumed baby, remember something about genital diabetes?”

“Gestational you idiot,” Ace calls out, smacking him upside the head, “You can’t get diabetes in your genitals moron.”

“Same shit, you know what I mean. It can be bad for her and the baby,” Bass all but yells.

I smack his hand still gripping my chin away before looking around making sure nobody heard him. “Shout it even louder, why don’t you, I don’t think the whole fairgrounds heard,” I snap, turning away from him and walking up to the counter to order.

“Hi there, what can I get you?” the man behind the window asks with a kind smile.

“I’ll have a funnel cake with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, topped with whipped cream and strawberries,and,” I say, glaring at Sebastian and elongating the word to prove a point, “an order of deep-fried Oreos with frosting for dipping.”

“Coming right up sweetheart,” he replies.

“What did you call her?” Bass shouts, slamming his fist against the counter making the old man jump in surprise.

“Cut it out Sebastian,” I sneer, “he’s old enough to be my fucking grandpa.” The old man shakes his head in disapproval.

“Let me tell you a little story son,” he mutters, leaning forward to speak to us, “I was just about your age when I met my dear Margaret. I used to bring her to this very fair when I started courting her…”

Bass scoffs beside me, his usual arrogant attitude sneaking and making an appearance. “We’re way past the stage of courting old man, so prove your point or stop talking.”

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