Page 52 of One of Them Girls

“Exactly.”

“Hey, you two!” Jack yells, getting our attention.

“What do you guys want to do before the rodeo starts?” he asks.

I look at Cassi. “Up to you, I’m along for the ride.”

“How about we break up and meet back up at the rodeo entrance in thirty minutes?” Rebecca says.

“That sounds good to me.” Cassi shrugs. “That okay with you?”

“Sounds like a plan.” I nod.

“Awesome, now Jack,” Rebecca says, pulling him away. “Can you use your muscles and win me a stuffed animal?”

“Can I? Psh,” Jack says, making us laugh as we watch them walk away.

“They are something else.”

“Aren’t they?” Cassi says. “So, how about we walk around until we find something that we want to do?”

“Sounds good,” I say, reaching down and taking her hand in mine.

I see Cassi duck her head as we walk, but not before I caught the hint of a smile.

Walking around, none of the rides or games catch our attention.

“What do you think about finding a dark spot and making out for a little while?” Cassi asks, brows raised.

I pull her into me, kissing her neck. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night,” I rasp into her ear, making her giggle.

With her hand in mine, I lead her over to a spot between two booths and push her up against the railing. I weave my hands into her hair and kiss her. Cassi moans into my mouth, letting me deepen the kiss. Her hands trail up my back, to my neck and into my hair as she rubs her body against mine.

I could take her right here and no one would never know.

“Xavier,” she murmurs after who knows how long.

“What do you need?” I ask, kissing her neck, kneading her ass.

“You. I need you.” She sighs, arching her back.

“We both know we can’t do anything here. Too many eyes.”

“No one can see us,” she growls, nipping my chin.

As I open my mouth to respond, her watch vibrates with a text.

“Fucking cock blockers,” she mumbles, resting her head on my chest in defeat.

“Come on, you don’t mean that,” I tease as I pull away. “Let’s head that way.”

“Fine, lead the way,” she huffs, acting put out.

I look down at her red swollen lips and mused hair.

I did that. I did that to her.

Clearing my throat. “Should we grab some food to take in?” I ask, pointing to a fried food booth that advertises fried ice cream.

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