Page 39 of Rage's Heart

“It’s on a timer.”

“Oh. Did you plan that?” she asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

“Of course I did.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Whatcha got in mind biker boy?” Her brows waggled suggestively.

As excited as the idea of fucking her on the ferris wheel was, this one in particular probably wasn’t safe enough for all of that.

“Come here.” I leaned over and kissed her.

What started gentle quickly burned hotter, my hands finding their way into her soft blonde hair as she shifted, straddling my lap in the small carriage.

“Careful,” I warned against her lips as our movement made the carriage sway. “Don’t want to rock the boat too much.”

She grinned wickedly, deliberately grinding her hips against my rapidly hardening cock. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

Jesus, she was a wildcat.

I growled, my hands finding her hips, holding her firmly against me. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”

“Maybe I want to get burned.” She rolled her hips again, the friction making me grit my teeth.

My patience snapped. “You keep that up, and I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens next.”

A shiver ran through her, her pupils dilating. She leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. “Promise?”

“Shit.” Gripping her hair in one hand, I claimed her mouth again as the other slid under her shirt to cup her breast.

Mac moaned into my mouth, arching into my touch as I rolled her nipple between my fingers.

“Fuck,“ I groaned, trailing kisses down her throat, breathing in her scent. “The things I want to do to you right now.”

“Tell me,” she whispered, tilting her head to give me better access.

I squeezed her breast, scraping my teeth against her pulse point. “Want to spread you out on this seat and taste every inch of you? Make you come on my tongue while you’re looking at the stars.”

A whimper escaped her, her body grinding harder against mine. “Yes, please.”

I chuckled darkly, reining myself in. As much as I wanted to take her right there, I wasn’t about to fuck her on a rickety Ferris wheel. “Not here, baby. When I have you again, I want you laid out in a bed where I can watch you come undone.”

The Ferris wheel jerked back into motion, as if to emphasize my point. Mac reluctantly climbed off my lap, though she stayed pressed against my side.

“Tease,” she accused.

I pressed a kiss to her temple. “Patience, woman.”

When we reached the bottom, I helped her out, my hand settling at the small of her back. “I’ve got one more surprise before we go.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Another one?”

I guided her to a small building at the edge of the park. Inside was an old-fashioned photo booth, complete with a faded curtain for privacy.

“No way,” she laughed, her face lighting up. “Does it still work?“

“I think so.” I pulled her inside the cramped space, hyper-aware of her legs across my lap as I fed quarters into the machine.

The ancient camera whirred to life, a countdown appearing on the small screen. “Three, two, one—” I counted along, turning her face to mine for a kiss just as the flash went off.

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