Page 53 of Fairground

Damn him for being the best brother ever. And for having the best cock that got me too caught up to suggest we clean up after ourselves.

I clear my throat, cheeks burning. “Okay. Maybe something happened.”

“I knew it!” Molly shouts triumphantly as she slams her palm down on the table dramatically.

“Keep your voice down!” I hiss, darting glances around the room. “I feel like I’m breaking some kind of trust even telling you this.”

Colt’s lips twitch, and then—oh my God, is he smiling? At me? It’s the second time I've ever seen him smile, and it’s like seeing a glacier crack open. He’s handsome, and dare I say, looks just like Tom freaking Hardy. For a moment I’m star struck and forget what we were even discussing.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Tom Hardy inMad Max?"

He grunts. "Yes, but don't try to distract us."

Molly leans forward. "People tell him that all the time. Tom Hardy was one of my first crushes."

Colt rolls his eyes. "Stay focused, babe. I’m going to enjoy this. For all the years Cash has given me shit about women, turns out he’s finally fallen for one.”

“He doesn’tlike me, like me,” I whisper-shout, my hands flailing and feeling childish even saying that sentence out loud. “It’s not like that. We’re rivals, competing for the same exact job and got... you know... we got caught up. I was tired, he fed me. You know, things happened.”

Molly arches an eyebrow. “Define caught up?”

I chew on my lip. “He… kissed me. That’s it.”

Colt’s eyes narrow. “That’s it?”

“Well…” My voice dips to barely a whisper. “Then there was, uh, some… humping.”

Molly’s brows shoot up. “Naked humping?”

“No!”

“Clothed?”

“Yes!” I hiss, practically ready to crawl under the table as their grins widen like conspiratorial cats. I don't think I could possibly be more uncomfortable right now. “Unless you count my shirt being off, we were clothed.”

"Wait," Molly says, blinking. "Your shirt was off?"

I nod, feeling heat creep down my neck. "Yeah. It just... happened."

"Did he take it off or did you?"

"I think it was mutual. I honestly don’t remember. One second, I was sitting next to him and the next I was on his lap.”

Colt lets out a deep, booming chuckle and pushes to his feet. “And that’s my cue. I’ll go check on Jenni.”

Molly stays behind. She folds her hands easily in front of her on the table and smiles. “So, you two dry-humped… tocompletion?”

"Completion for me! And then he didn’t kiss me again. He still had a boner and everything. He just kissed me on the forehead and then I left.” I lower my voice. “What the hell does that mean?I don’t get him. I don’t get the men in this town. I shouldn’t have even done it. I mean, we’re freaking competing for the same job! I don’t dothis.” I lower my voice again. “I haven’t dry humped since high school.”

“At least you weren’t in the backseat of a pickup truck in high school.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Okay, calm down. It’s going to be okay,” she says, her tone soothing like I’m a perp that she's trying to coax into a police car.

I draw in a few deep breaths, but the panic’s still bubbling out of me. “Is it, though? Because I have to face him tomorrow. We still have two more weeks of working together before the fair, and then there’s the vote. I feel like I’m dying of sexual tension every time I’m around him. He smells so good it should be illegal and now that I’ve felt his big dick through denim, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

She leans back, a sly smile spreading across her face. “So… you like him?”

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