Page 97 of Savage Hope

He closes the gap between us until there’s only an inch remaining. I steel my spine and inhale the best I can before I eliminate the last of the space between us.

Instead of my lips being pressed against his cheek this time, they’re firmly against his. His touch is soft, delicate, and wistful. He lifts his hand to cup my face, deepening our connection as our lips meld together again and again.

We kiss, and we kiss, and we kiss.

I don’t think I could ever tire of his mouth on mine. Everything is slow, making the sensations he creates bubble beneath my skin. There’s a desperation beneath the surface of our touch, but it’s injected with a lack of urgency that makes it even more intimate.

“When you’re done, we’re waiting.”

Minnie’s voice cuts through the air, jolting us apart, and for this first time, I don’t blush. Or maybe I’m already blushing, and that’s why I don’t feel the heat. I see it, though, in Tatum’s eyes.

Damn.

“That was…” Tatum’s sentence trails off as he reluctantly stands, and I nod, not knowing what word fits his statement, but I feel it nonetheless.

The second he steps off the ride, I know our moment has passed, but before I can climb out, a hand is offered for me to take. The second I place my palm against theirs, I know it’s Wylder I’ll find at the end of it.

“How do we get to ride with the guest of honor?” he asks, tugging me into his side and draping an arm over my shoulder.

I shake my head at him playfully, but when I meet his stare, he gives me a pointed look, confirming he’s not playing around.

“Where to next?” I ask, and Lincoln chimes in for the first time all night. “We’ve got about thirty minutes before the fireworks happen.”

“Maybe the log flume, then?” Minnie asks, but it’s an order more than anything. One that Lincoln doesn’t argue with as he rolls his eyes at her.

“I get you on the log flume, right?” Wylder asks, and I nod, earning a smile from him as the group heads off toward the final ride.

Once again, the wait time barely exists as we cut the masses and head down the VIP line instead. Wylder holds me back, letting everyone else take the two-seated flumes before us before finally letting me climb into the next one. “Give us a five-row barrier, man,” he says to the worker, who nods eagerly to please him before Wylder takes a seat beside me.

We barely make it around the first corner, the boat rocking beneath us, before he leans in to press his lips against my ear. “I saw you kissing Tatum.”

Oh crap.

My eyes blow wide as I lean back, trying to read his expression, but all I find is a heated stare.

“I…uh, I?—”

“I’m not mad, Little Witch. I’m hard,” he states as he grabs my hand from my lap and presses it against the apex of his thighs, where I feel the outline of his dick.

I shiver, flexing my fingers, and he groans, tossing his head back, leaving me to gape in wonder at him.

“That’s enough of that, Polaris. I want you wet,” he grunts, dropping his hand to my thigh. Wordlessly, he drags his fingertips higher, lifting the hem of my skirt to trace over the silk panties beneath. “Damn, that’s hot,” he breathes, running his fingertips back and forth until they dampen beneath his touch. Then he tugs at the side and the fabric snaps at my waist, just like last time.

“Wylder,” I whisper-yell, staring at him with wide eyes as the boat rocks back, taking the incline slowly, but he pays me no mind as he runs his fingers through my folds with nothing between us. “Oh, God.”

“That’s it, Little Witch. Say a prayer,” he rasps, shifting slightly in his seat so he can tease at my entrance while his thumb rubs over my clit.

“Wylder, I can’t get off the ride if you do this. My skirt will be damp, and I’ll never be able to make sure I don’t expose myself.” My plea is weak. I want it just as badly as last time, but I’m aware there will be repercussions once the ride ends.

“It’s a water ride. You’re going to get wet either way. This way is just better,” he states at the same time he thrusts a finger into my pussy. “Just don’t make a sound. Otherwise, you’re going to gain an audience,” he murmurs, nodding ahead to the rest of the group.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, biting back a groan as he runs his lips over my neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. My hips tilt, desperate for him to go deeper as he stretches me with a second finger. I feel his lips curl against my skin.

“That’s it, Little Witch, ride my hand.”

I don’t think, I just move. My mind is still latched onto the fact that he was turned on by Tatum kissing me, and I’m eager to please him if I wind up with the same result as last time.

He claims my lips in the next breath and I curl my fingers around his neck with one hand while I hold onto the handlebar with the other, letting my hips take over as the ride disappears into the background.

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