Page 22 of Autumn Feud With The Mountain Man
I let out a husky rumble as I slipped my finger inside her slickness. “Okay,dear.Anything you say.”
“What if the ride starts moving again?” she asked as I explored her pretty pussy, adding a second finger to the mix now.
“There are men working on it. Look down.”
She peered over the edge of our gondola. “Oh! We’re stuck.”
“Technically yes. But what better way to handle being stuck on a Ferris wheel?”
She appeared to agree, or I hit the right spot, because she gasped, “You’re right. Do that again.”
I found her G-spot, then massaged it until she was moaning quietly under her breath and squirming on my hand.
“Are you going to come for me, Shel?”
“Yes.I most definitelyam,” she breathed out, quiet enough that only I could hear. Her eyes were dilated, her mouth open, lust evident on her face.
That meant it was time.
I kept working her slick pussy while I reached over with my other hand and began rubbing her clit.
This wouldn’t take long. Fireworks were about to go off for Ms. Shelby Mitchel.
A tiny series of whimpers escaped past her lips as she rode my hand.
Her hips rolled in a steady, small rhythm. She couldn’t rock too hard, or our gondola would start swinging. And that was the kind of thing that would attract attention.
I knew it was hard for her to stay so still, but it would be worth it, too.
She grabbed my arm as she came, and I was the only person in the world who got to hear her quiet little cries. She shuddered against me as her orgasm rolled through her. And I got the pleasure of having her unravel on me.
The moment was magic. Something to file away and pull out again on a rainy day.
“You just wait, Shelby Mitchel. A year from now, you’re going to be my wife. And we’ll come back up on this Ferris wheel and do this again.”
Her cheeks were flushed crimson, and the wet slick of her pussy was throbbing.
With hooded eyes she whispered, “You better take me home and fuck megoodafter this, Thatcher.”
“Yes, ma’am. Anything formywoman.”
Chapter 10
Shelby
One month later.
I couldn’t believe how long it had been since I’d called Elizabeth.
We were normally nightly phone call kind of friends. Even though they were short calls, they were important.
But time had slipped by.
First, she’d been busy with a big case.
Then I’d been busy with a bigdick.
But that’s not how friendships were supposed to be. So I was taking the time tonight to FaceTime with her.
