Page 79 of Fairground

“Birth control?” he asks, his voice softer now.

I nod, my chest heaving. “And I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone but you in months.”

His mouth brushes against the shell of my ear, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. “Good. So am I. Thank you for trusting me.”

Then, before I can say anything else, his fingers plunge back inside me, curling slightly as he rubs. He pumps them slowly a few times, pulling another moan from my throat, before he pulls them out and stuffs them into his mouth.

“Sweet,” he murmurs, licking his fingers clean. “Plan on fucking you with the taste of you still lingering on my tongue.”

And then he’s there again, the thick head of his cock pressing at my opening. This time, there’s no hesitation. He jerks his hips forward, filling me in one hard thrust that has me clawing at the wall of the pumpkin, gasping as I try not to face plant on the floor.

“Cash,” I groan, my head falling forward as the stretch of him steals every word from my lips. His warm, completely exposed skin against mine feels different and it’s taking everything inside of me to hold back from telling him everything I’m feeling.

“Hold on, Rae,” he mutters, his hands gripping my hips like he’s staking his claim. “I’m just getting started.”

Chapter 33: Cash

Having raw, unrestrained sex with Rae in the belly of the mayor’s pumpkin float wasn’t exactly on my bucket list for year thirty-four of my life, but I can’t think of a better thing to add.

Every inch of her has felt damn good when we use a condom, but without one? It’s like the difference between licking your bare skin and licking it through plastic wrap. Sure, both can be nice—pressure and all—but one lets you feeleverything.The warm, wet heat of a tight, pliable pussy.The real thing.

And with the right person? It's the way it’s supposed to be.

And, holy hell, every bit of her feels incredible. She’s hot, soft, and slick, wrapping around me like the most perfect hug I never want to break. I thrust deeper, driving my hips forward as I hit a spot inside her that makes her body jolt, her walls clenching tight around me.

Did I intentionally only pack one condom tonight? No. Fuck, I hadn't even planned on having sex with her. It's a parade for shits sake. But I can't seem to keep my hands off her so I shouldn’t be surprised. And do I regret it? Not a damn bit.

To be fair, I’ve never gone without protection before. It’s always felt like too big of a risk for a one-time thing. I’ve been careful, responsible, all that good shit that’s gotten me to my thirties without becoming a father.

But Rae? Rae’s not a one-time thing. Somehow, she’s turned into a two, three, four… hell, I’ve lost count. At least fifty now. I’ve had her in my bed at the farm, on the floor of the egg farm, in her sister’s house, in the distillery, down by the creek, and now, here we are in the town’s mayor, prized pumpkin float. And as far as I’m concerned, this isn’t stopping anytime soon.

Every moment spent with her stretches into something that feels less like a hookup and more like a homecoming. Like her body was made to welcome mine. Like we’re not just doing something reckless, we’re writing a new story that only our bodies understand. There’s nothing casual about what I’ve been feeling for her. Not the way she looks at me, not the way her lips part when I press in deeper, not the way that she moans my name.

So, do I trust her when she says she’s on birth control?

Absolutely.

And do I trust her enough to take the risk that comes with going raw?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

I pull my cock out just enough to look down, mesmerized by how her wet, arousal clings to me, slick and shining in the dim light filtering through the pumpkin’s carved holes. It’s almost pathetic how hard it makes me seeing how wet she gets for me.

“I’ve never seen anything sexier,” I murmur, my voice low and rough, before sliding all the way back inside her. The sound is filthy—a wet, satisfying squish that makes her moan loudly.

Her head drops between her braced arms, lips parted, and for a second, time slows. There’s nothing but her, me, and the steady pulse of need beating between us in the cramped space. Her dress is bunched around her waist, her pussy spread around my cock, the scent of her sex thick in the air. It’s the kind of moment I don’t want to forget.

Her back arches, head tipping forward as I lean over her, bracing one hand beside her while the other finds her clit. My fingers brush firm, steady circles over it, and her reaction is immediate. Her stomach hollows, her hips bucking against me as her body starts to quake beneath my touch. I drop my head to press a kiss to her damp with sweat neck.

“More, Cash. Don’t stop. More,” she breathes, her voice ragged and needy.

Her words are fuel to the fire already burning low in my gut. I straighten up, gripping her hips in both hands, and pick up the pace. My thrusts are hard and fast, each one landing with a satisfying smack of my thighs against her ass. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the air, mingling with her moans and the faint noise of the crowd outside the float.

I shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I do. We’re literally on the town’s main attraction, hidden by nothing but a hollowed-out pumpkin and some fall-themed decor. Just outside, the people of our sleepy little town are blissfully unaware that we’re committing the dirtiest of sins right under their noses and acting completely unprofessional.

But the risk? Thewrongnessof the setting of it all? It makes this moment so much better because I know my girl enjoys the thrill of getting caught even if she won’t admit it.

Rae’s body starts to shake beneath me, her walls clamping down on my cock with a tightness that nearly sends me over the edge.Her moans are louder now, her hands gripping the wooden floor of the float as she rides the crest of her orgasm.

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