Page 80 of Fairground

“Fuck, Rae,” I groan, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “You’re squeezing me like a clamp.”

Her laugh is shaky, caught in the throes of her pleasure, and it pushes me to my breaking point. The tightening in my balls becomes unbearable, the heat spreading through my body in an unstoppable wave.

With one final thrust, I pull out just in time, my release spilling onto the floor of the float in thick, messy streaks. I watch it drip down the wooden planks, some of it pooling in the corner, the rest going onto the asphalt of the street underneath the wheels as I try to catch my breath.

Rae looks over her shoulder, her face flushed and her breathing uneven. “You’re gonna need to clean that up, farm boy.”

I grin, pulling her close and pressing a kiss to her damp shoulder. “Not a chance. Let the mayor of this town figure that one out.”

“You’re terrible,” she says, but she’s grinning. “We are absolutely never getting invited back to ride in this float again. In fact, if the town knew what we just did, they’d probably elect the eagle as mayor over us.”

“Even better. One less public event to smile through when all I want is to be inside of you.”

And as she laughs softly, the sound blending with the faint hum of the crowd outside, I can’t help but think that, yeah, this might be the most memorable thing I’ve ever done in my life. A story to tell the kids one day when they are much,much,older. Okay, maybe never. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

When my cock finally stops jerking in my hand, I help her straighten out. I shift her underwear back into place, the soft fabric brushing against my fingertips as she collapses onto her butt with a satisfied sigh. Her cheeks are flushed, her wild, pretty eyes locked on the mess I’ve made—and on me, still kneeling there with my cock hanging heavy between my thighs, coated in her.

She blinks, then glances at the sticky mess on the pumpkin floor. “Um… how exactly are you going to explainthatto Lawson?”

I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “Easy. We’ll burn the float as soon as we exit. Destroy all the evidence. Or maybe we can take it to the farm and park it there. Keep it posted there as a relic for us.”

“A shrine to our bad decisions?” she asks, arching a brow.

“Honey, there’s nothing bad about what we just did in here.”

She tries to stifle a laugh, but it bursts out, her smile wide and unguarded.

I lean forward, rocking onto my knees to capture her pouty lips in another kiss. Her mouth is warm and sweet, her hands finding their way to my chest, clinging to me like she doesn’t want to let go just yet.

Before we can lose ourselves again, the pumpkin jolts to a sudden stop, and her eyes fly open, wide with panic. “Shit,” she whispers, glancing around. “Is it over already?”

“Hold on, let me check.”

I climb the ladder quickly, poking my head out of the top of the pumpkin to confirm the worst—or maybe the best. We’re back in the parade parking lot, surrounded by floats being unhitched and parked. Lawson’s already swinging down from his truck, hisgrin wide and knowing, like he knowsthe shit we just pulled. But how could he know? He can’t know.

Eh, I don't even care if he knows. I kind of hope he does. I wave like an idiot anyway, throwing in a big, dumb grin just to make him laugh.

“Hey, big brother! Smooth ride!”

Lawson shakes his head, chuckling. “You’re a mess, Cash.”

He’s not wrong. I grin back because, yeah, I am, and then I duck back down into the pumpkin to see Rae.

“Coast is clear,” I say, crouching in front of her. “Just a couple of float people out there. No big deal.”

She nods, taking my hand as I help her to her feet. Her dress is rumpled, her hair a little wild, but damn if she doesn’t look beautiful anyway. I smooth her dress over her thighs, tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and steal one last kiss.

“You look perfect,” I say softly, and the grin she gives me is pure sunshine, enough to light up this entire lot.

She follows me to the float’s exit, and I swing the door open, stepping down onto the ground first. I turn, offering her a hand as she descends, and we step out into the lot together, trying to look casual. Like we didn’t just desecrate the mayor’s prized pumpkin and every mile of our small town's square.

We’re halfway across the lot when I spot Rhett, the city's trusty plumber and the guy in charge of the state fair’s port-o-potties. Just seeing him reminds me of the mountain of logistical headaches I’ve been ignoring all day in favor of playing mayor and fucking Rae.

I stop and glance at her. “Hey, I need to talk to Rhett about those port-o-potties they’re shipping in for us next weekend. Can I catch you in a little bit? My place for dinner tonight?”

She tilts her head, still grinning. “Sure. I’ll call you.”

I watch as she heads off in the opposite direction, the hem of her dress swaying with each step. I could spend hours watching her move, staring at her pretty face, kissing her and thinking of new ways to make her come, but I force myself not to in order to focus.

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