Page 103 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
“I… I’m in year two of a two-year contract,” Clark said softly. “I could be traded at any time. That doesn’t mean I don’t want whatever the three of us are, for however long we can do it. Life is so fleeting; you can blink and it’s gone. I’d rather have Gwen for a season, then kiss her and wish her the best, than not have her at all. That’s all I want to do–love her and support her… I’d do the same for you.”
My heart pounded. The three of us already had the potential to be so comfortable together. Logistically difficult, but still comfortable. Dancing. Watching movies. Playing hockey.
“We’ll wait. Give us a chance, Tens? Please?” His voice was breathy, eyes on the stars.
“Okay.” I wanted to. Wanted them.
Clark reached over and squeezed my hand. “Good.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Tenzin
“That was delicious,” Gwen told me as she finished her funnel cake. Powdered sugar covered her face. She threw the paper tray in the trash bin. It was one of my favorites, especially with whipped cream and strawberries.
The fair was busy, as children ran around excitedly, people ate and chatted, and the sounds and smells of my teenage years surrounded us. The mid-August heat pressed down on us, the breeze easing it only slightly. I should have worn short sleeves.
“You have powdered sugar on your nose.” I reached over and brushed her soft skin with my thumb. Her eyes closed as she leaned into me. Last night she’d needed so many snuggles that I’d fallen asleep on their couch with the two of them. At least Clark had a long andwide, comfy alpha-sized couch.
Gwen required a lot of love and care. Especially if she was going to successfully transition from being a student that hid in the shadows to a professional athlete. I could do that.
“Let’s ride some rides?” Clark suggested, holding the stuffie he’d won for Gwen.
“I’d like to ride the bubble wheel.” Gwen pointed to a sky wheel made up of little bubbles, that looked like the passenger could see out, but you couldn’t see in.
That had potential. We passed a fun house. Using my phone, I bought us some ride credits.
“Firecracker, can I chase you through the funhouse?” I whispered, pulling her close.
“What do you get if you catch me?” Her voice became breathy as her minty scent flared with desire.
I nuzzled her soft cheek with my nose. “A kiss.”
More, actually. I could smell her desire and I needed her to relax before my alpha took over and decided the best way to settle her was to sit her on my cock.
After that moment with Clark, I realized I did want them. I just needed to move slowly. And start with her. Put her needs above mine.
Right now, she needed to come.
“You want her alone?” Clark asked, biting his lower lip. He might sense it, too.
“Please. Meet us by the exit?” I bribed the ride operator to let us go in alone and give us a little extra time before he let in more people, but it wasn’t popular like some of the other rides.
Taking her hand, we walked in, surrounded by mirrors and tilted floors. I leaned in and whispered one word in her ear. “Run.”
Gwen took off running. She wore that white sundress–a bold choice for a fair–along with her boots and hat.
While I was aware our alone time in the funhouse was finite, I wasn’t in too much of a hurry, as I followed the sounds of her boots. Suddenly, they stopped.
“Are you hiding from me, Firecracker? We’re playing tag, not hide and seek.” I rounded the corner and caught a bit of white fabric as she disappeared. Picking up the pace, I continued until mirrors surrounded us. She squeaked, then ran, but got disoriented by all the mirrors.
I got no fear from her minty scent, only desire.
In a few steps, I closed the gap between us and grabbed her by the waist. “Caught you.”
“I concede.” She turned to face me, tipped up her head, andboopedme on the nose with her finger, nails painted sparkly pink.
Leaning down, I gave her a sweet peck on her lips. Sure, she got caught, but I needed to be gentle with her. I pressed her into the mirror, making sure one of my thighs was between her legs as I devoured her mouth.
