Page 81 of Sweet Heat

“Not even a teensy tiny clue?” Posie’s excitement is contagious, making her sweet scent flood the car, and I bite back a groan. There’s so much I have planned for her tonight, but I almost turn the car and head back home.

“It’s something you missed out on. And that’s all I’m gonna say.” Unable to stop myself, I ruck up the hem of her dress until my fingers touch her silky skin.Much better.“Now, sit back and enjoy the ride, my love.”

“Oh, Miller, you didn’t,” Posie gasps, leaning forward as all the large tents come into view behind the trees. There’s excitement in her voice, but also a little tendril of fear snaking through the bond. It makes sense after her last experience at the fair.

“Last time we were here, you were sad we didn’t get a chance to make out on the Ferris Wheel. That visit to the carnival sucked, but I promise, tonight’s going to be completely different.” She gulps hard, then looks up at me with complete trust in her eyes. It’s an absolute honor and a duty I don’t take lightly.Leaning over, I kiss her cheek, then climb out, walking around the car to open her door.

As soon as she exits, we walk hand in hand toward the front entrance.

“Miller… where are all the cars?” The lot is nearly empty, just as it should be.

“Those vehicles belong to the workers. We’re the only ones here tonight,” I promise, bringing her knuckles to my lips so I can rub back and forth over them. Her perfume bursts around us. Fuck yeah.

“You rented out the whole fair?” she whispers, shocked. “That’s too much, Miller. It must have cost a fortune… and the house too…”

“Puff, your happiness is priceless. Now, are you gonna let me kiss you at the top of the Ferris Wheel?” I joke, making a beeline right to the sparkling ride. It’s all lit up, shimmering in the rapidly darkening sky.

“I’ll let you kiss me anywhere,” she promises, happiness racing down our bond. The attendant steps forward and lets us into the swinging bucket. The gate closes with a snap, and then up we go, with a sharp lurch.

I can’t help but appreciate the view, watching Posie’s excitement as we’re lifted into the air. Her long hair shines under the light, cascading around her face and down her back. She shivers in the cool night air, and I pull her into my lap—where she belongs. Where she’llalwaysbelong.

Her legs drape over mine, and I drop my mouth to her bond mark, licking it gently as my hands slowly rove her sexy-as-fuck curves.All mine.

The bucket moves slowly upward, giving us a stunning view of the skyline, the lush trees, and the sun rapidly setting over the horizon. Bands of pink, purple, and gold stain the cloudless sky, letting us see nature in all her splendor—but none of it compares to the woman in my arms.

“It’s beautiful,” she marvels as we reach the top and the swinging bucket stops.

“No, you are. You make me want you every second of every day,” I growl against her skin, watching the goosebumps rise all over her flesh. Posie inches back on my lap until she can feel my cock pressing against her ass. Her breath picks up, and the scent of her slick fills the air.

“Miller… we shouldn’t,” she gasps, but her hips roll wantonly against my growing erection. “They could see us. They could hear us.”

Her protests are cute, but the lust spilling out of her, making the air around us rich with her sweetness, lets me know it’s all for show.

“They could,” I agree, cupping her breasts through the soft material of her dress. They fill my palms perfectly, her rock-hard nipples poking through. She wiggles on my lap as I pluck at them, rolling the sensitive buds between my fingers. “But you like that idea. You want me to fill you with my big cock, anyway. Don’t you, Puff?”

“Yes,” she pants, undulating faster. One hand comes up to her throat while the other slides up her soft thigh and straight under her dress. I’m so worked up just by being around her I don’t slow down or wait. In a split second, my hand slides her panties to the side, two fingers sinking into her warm, wet pussy.Stretching her and getting her ready for my cock. She whimpers at the intrusion, and her pussy spasms, soaking my hand with slick. My thumb circles her clit, working her up, but it takes mere moments before Posie’s arching and coming hard on my hand. She’s as turned on as I am by the public display, not knowing that I told the attendant to leave us up here until I signal that we’re ready to return to earth.

“This all for me, omega?” I ask, turning her as the sun disappears, needing to look into her eyes. Her hands tug frantically at the waistband of my pants, and I’m glad I went for comfort as I lift my hips and allow them to side down easily. My cock pops free, standing straight up. Ready to be engulfed by her heat.

“Always you. Only you, Miller,” she whimpers, lowering herself slowly onto my throbbing cock. The carriage sways gently as she sets a pace that has me seeing stars. Our mouths fuse together, our breath becoming one as she rides me like the good girl she is. Tangling our tongues passionately, I let her control the moment, using my cock to chase her pleasure.

Uninhibited and perfect just the way she is.

Love fills our bond as waves of ecstasy crash over both of us simultaneously, leaving us a panting, sweaty mess.

“I love you, Puff,” I promise, breathing heavily into her hair. “Forever.”

“Till the end of time,” she swears, laying her head against my shoulder.

Chapter Forty- Six

“Ican’t believe you wanted to sit in the cheap seats. Again,” Owen grumbles beside me, shifting every two seconds, attempting to get comfortable. His leg cast is huge, neon yellow, and it creaks with every move of his bulky weight. My eyes roll to the back of my head, annoyed by the constant complaints, but I try my hardest to be nice—he’s miserable but trying.

“Owen, you can always head to Dad’s luxury box. The game’s nearly over. There’s no shame in hobbling up there. I’m sure you’d be much more content.” Silently, I beg him to leave, but the way he locks his jaw lets me know that won’t be happening anytime soon.

“No. You need me here to protect you,” he mutters mutinously.

“She most certainly does not,” Emma pipes up from my other side, her curly black hair swinging back and forth in a long ponytail. “Miller has no less than three bodyguards and five rows of separation between us and the nearest people. So, try again, Mr. Surly Sack.”

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