Page 123 of Collide
“NOW THAT I think about it, it’s cold, and Ferris wheels aren’t my fondest memory.”
The surprise location for our date that my very ridiculous boyfriend had in mind is the Hartford Spring Fair. The event takes place the week before break, and it’s usually filled with locals and college students. As I stare at the stupid rotating wheel, my insides go for a slow churn.
I successfully dragged Aiden to every game and even onto the tea cup ride for toddlers he barely squeezed into. The attendant gave us some serious side eye when I shoved Aiden’s legs inside, but luckily we got away with it. We went to every food stand I saw, in hopes that a warm sugary funnel cake would make him forget about the ride, but none of it worked.
“Think of it as exposure therapy.”
“Great idea. Except you’re not my therapist, so it’s just torture.” I try rooting myself in place when Aiden pulls me forward. My strength is no match for him, and he easily drags me to the steps.
“I can sweeten the deal,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around me from behind. There isn’t much he can do about the outdoor temperature, but man do his arms make a huge difference.
“How?” His firm hold sends goosebumps traveling down my arms. “This isn’t exactly what I pictured when you mentioned a date, Aiden.”
“You’re not having fun?” His expression swims with worry. It’s kind of endearing, and it makes my heart hurt.
“Of course, I’m having fun. I’m with you, aren’t I? I feel like we’re finally a real couple.” The worry on his face melts away. “But this is pushing it.” I point to the evil ride.
“I told you I’d save you a Ferris wheel ride. I always follow through on my word, Preston.” He presses an index finger between my furrowed brows to relax the tension in my face. “We’re creating a new memory. I promise by the time we touch the ground again we won’t remember any of that.”
Seeing Crystal all over him tainted the memory for me, but he saw Connor kiss me. We’re both in the same boat about Ferris wheels.
I let him take my hand and seat us in one of the cars. The cold metal stings my thighs, and I shiver as the ride attendant gives a thumbs up and pushes the lever. The car swings, and Aiden’s hand intertwines with mine.
“See, this isn’t so bad,” Aiden says. “I’ll have you warmed up in seconds.” His warm hand skims my leg, going beneath my skirt to let his knuckles graze the thin fabric between my legs.
“There are people all around us, Crawford.” My words are too breathy to hold any weight.
“I can make you finish before we even hit the ground.”
He talks a big game, but I would be stupid to think he couldn’t do it. As he watches the answer float around my head, he removes his letterman jacket and drapes it over my legs. The stolen warmth of his body kisses my cold skin, and I hum in pleasure. Aiden takes the moment to press his fingers against me, the fabric of my panties wet from just the touch.
“I can already feel you heating up, Summer. Let me between these pretty thighs, baby.”
You’d think he was getting a blow job with how desperate he sounds. He kisses me slowly and thoroughly. Pulling away to catch my breath, I look around to see if anyone’s watching, but none of the other riders are visible in their small pods.
I wrap my arm around Aiden’s bicep, snuggling closer as he nuzzles my neck. The sun sinks into the Hartford Skyline and I whisper, “You’re missing the view.”
He focuses on my face, and his smile makes my stomach dip. “No, I’m not.”
He kisses my nose and sends my heart into a frenzy. I part my thighs and Aiden’s smirk grows as his finger hooks my panties to pull them aside. We rise higher into the atmosphere and before I can prepare myself, he slides two thick fingers into me. A strangled moan flutters past my lips.
He threads his other hand through my hair and pulls my mouth against his. “Come on. Let me hear those pretty moans. Tell me how good I feel.”
Stubbornly, I keep my jaw locked. He’s too good at this, and I won’t give him the satisfaction of proving me wrong about this ride. He moves his fingers slowly, going so deep I can feel his knuckles. The atmosphere feels much warmer up here. I’m so far gone my surroundings wilt away. I could be launched into the clouds for all I care. Every nerve ending in my body focuses on the hand between my legs.
My body jolts when our seat swings, sending my heart racing. The fading carnival music gives way to the wet sounds of Aiden’s fingers pumping in and out of me. Soft lips dust kisses on my blazing hot skin. Whether it's a cool spring or a scorcher in the middle of August, I have no idea.
“I’m going to…” My words flutter away with the wind when his hand cups my breasts over my sweater.
He continues to pepper innocent kisses on my jaw as if he’s not making me delirious. “We’re not even halfway, baby. I have all the time in the world to make you come all over my hand.”
My orgasm floats right at the surface, and I’m desperate to reach it. Like a fish out of water, I need to go under his spell again. “Crawford, do it or I’ll do it myself.”
“Say please.”
There are times when I don’t mind begging. Usually on my knees with Aiden’s hand wrapped around my neck. But right now, I feel stubborn. The orgasm that will likely rock my fucking world can wait.
“Yousay please,” I counter. His brows raise as a low chuckle spills past his lips. “I might take pity on you and let you make me come.”
