Page 66 of Wild For You
It seemed like overnight—literally, because I was downtown the day before, grabbing a sweet treat from Alex’s shop, and none of the decorations had been hung—the town had pulled out all the stops. Who knew all ofthiswas in the storage containers that appeared around the square this past week.
There were fall wreaths hanging from every light post. Fake cobwebs stretched from every awning. Creepy spiders and witch hats sat along the back and armrests of benches.
It looked like I walked onto a television set.
Andrew parked the truck behind Alex’s shop, and we walked hand in hand toward the official festival entrance.
Neither of us was prepared to come clean to Rory yet, so that meant an entire evening of keeping our hands to ourselves. Which we both knew was going to be torture.
Just before the block opened up to the oversized gravel lot, Andrew tugged me into an alleyway and pushed me up against the brick wall. Our lips met in a desperate kiss, tongues dancing as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies.
“I’d fuck you right here if I thought we wouldn’t get caught.”
“Stop teasing me like that,” I groaned as his lips pressed against my neck and his hand slipped between my legs, rubbing at the seam of my jeans.
“Not teasing when it’s a fact.”
With a quick spin, he pulled us farther into the shadows, and the sound of my giggle echoed off the masonry.
Then, with ease, he flicked open the button of my jeans and shoved his hand inside. My body immediately recognized his touch and gave into his intrusion.
“Already so wet, baby?”
“I’m always turned on around you,” I tell him as I pulled his head down for another scorching kiss.
“I read that being pregnant can make you want to fuck all the time.”
“Hm…,” I moaned as he finger-fucked me against the wall. “Being withyoumakes me want to fuck all the time.”
“Jesus Christ,” he growled as he kissed me again. “Better come soon, baby. I can hear people walking close by.”
My walls clenched around his fingers at the thought of being caught.
“Does that turn you on? Thinking that, at any moment, someone could see me getting you off with my fingers? What if it was my cock? Would that turn you on even more?”
“Andrew,” I hissed out, my hands clawing at the back of his form-fitted Henley shirt as I tried to grind myself against him.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, and as usual, my body soared over the cliff.
Leaning against the bricks, he slipped his hand free and stuck his two fingers in his mouth, sucking my cum from his digits.
My eyes darted down to the erection in his pants and then back up. I silently asked if he needed some relief, but he smiled and shook his head. “I’ll be fine. Walking around the festival with my mother and sisters is enough to keep him down for hours.”
When we joined the crowd, no one seemed the wiser about what just happened in the alleyway a hundred feet away. My hands itched to hold Andrew’s as we bought our tickets and walked through the gates.
Well, Andrew bought them. He refused to let me pay for anything. That included tickets for the games and my twoservings of funnel cake. Powdered sugar coated my lips and chin when his family joined us at the ring toss.
The girls and I took a step back as the boys showed off their masculinity by seeing who could win the largest prize. It was neck and neck between Andrew and Nate, but my man succeeded in gaining the win. I selected a large blue gorilla as my prize and laughed as Andrew secured it around his neck by its Velcro hands.
Later, I’d tell him the gorilla reminded me of him the first time we met. An angry exterior with a soft inside. Most of the couples walked in pairs, which gave Andrew and me a chance to walk together, but I stuck close to Rory so she wouldn’t seem suspicious.
“Oo… popcorn,” I said as the scent of kettle corn wafted through the air.
“Didn’t you just devour two funnel cakes?” my best friend asked.
“And there’s a rule saying I can’t have popcorn too? Come on. You know you want some.”
She groaned but smiled. “Of course, I do.”
