Page 75 of A Voice In Chains
With his hands in his pockets, Arkin just smirks.
I like how relaxed he is around my friends—how he slots in easily, like he always belonged with us. As Harrison stops to show them the rides’ estimated waiting times on the app, I bite back a smile. Why did I ever feel annoyed watching him interact with my friends? Why did it bother me? I know why: I was attracted to him but not yet ready to accept the truth.
“I think we should start with the swinging pirate ship,” Neriah suggests with a shrug, as a rollercoaster speeds past to our right with a metallic whoosh. People scream. “It’s a classic, and the queues are never too long.”
The boys are too busy arguing to listen. “Come on,” I say, throwing my arm around her shoulder and steering her toward the nearest food cart. What can I say? It’s never too early to eat.
Neriah rolls her eyes. “Seriously? We haven’t been here more than ten minutes, and you’re already buying something to eat?”
“Don’t be a spoil sport.” I flash my widest grin.
The ground is sticky in places, littered with fallen popcorn and crumpled ticket stubs. Overhead, strings of unlit lights crisscross, and I bet this place looks great at night when they glow like fireflies against the dark sky.
“What do you fancy?” I ask my sister. There’s a lot of choices, but the churros look tempting.
When it’s our turn to order, I get churros for me and Arkin, and mini donuts for my sister. The others can order their own food.
A few minutes later, they have finally decided on the Wicker Man, a wooden rollercoaster. We set off in that direction, and I hand Arkin his sweet treat, watching him bite into it. “Nice, huh?”
He nods, mouth coated in cinnamon dusting. I take a large bite of mine and almost moan out loud. It’s been years since I had one of these. I’d forgotten how tasty they are.
While we queue, Neriah smiles softly, glancing down at our interlaced fingers. I didn’t have the courage to hold his hand on our walk here, but now that we’re relatively shielded from view, I couldn’t resist the urge to reach for him. As we near the front of the queue, Ryan and Harrison eat the last of Neriah’s donuts.
Arkin looks at me, and I look at him. We smile.
And to my surprise, he pecks me on the lips. It’s quick but leaves me reeling.
“Never thought I’d see you blush,” Ryan says with a chuckle, breaking the moment. I glare at him but there’s no real firethere. In truth, I can’t remember the last time I felt this free. For the first time, I’m not pretending to be something I’m not.
After what feels like hours, it’s finally our turn to board the ride. The bar comes down, securing us to our seat. I ask Arkin if he’s been on this ride before, and he shakes his head. Then a thought occurs. “You have been to a theme park before, right?”
Another quick shake of his head. The ride rolls forward with a jerk, starting the steep incline.
Oh shit…
It turnsout that Arkin is a lot tougher than he looks, although he resembled a ghost when we disembarked during the first thrill ride. After that, he was fine and even laughed on some of the bigger rides.
We drop Harrison and Ryan off at their place. Before Ryan exits the vehicle, he bumps knuckles with Arkin, who smiles brightly. “We gotta do that again sometime.”
Next, we drop Neriah off at her friend’s place. My introverted sister rarely leaves the house, so I have a sneaking suspicion there’s a boy involved. Her cheeks turn bright red when I tell her as much, and she hurries up the driveway before I can interrogate her further.
As she enters the house, Arkin jabs me in the ribs with his elbow.Stop glaring.
“What?” My voice is defensive. “She could get pregnant.”
Arkin rolls his eyes.
Muttering under my breath, I reluctantly rejoin the traffic, but only because Arkin reaches for my hand and soothingly strokes his thumb over the top. Guys are little shits who’ll do literally anything to wet their dicks, and the responsible bigbrother thing would be to hang around for a bit to ensure my sister’s crush knows the deal. It’s simple—if he hurts her, I’ll destroy him.
Ten minutes later, I pull into the driveway and cut the engine. The house is dark. My parents are out for a meal with their friends, which means we have the place to ourselves.
And that makes my stomach flutter.
Once inside, we’ve barely had time to remove our shoes before Arkin slams me up against the door and steals my breath with a hard, lingering kiss. And then we’re on the move, clawing at each other’s clothes, but we don’t make it to my room.
The stairs groan beneath our weight as Arkin lays me down and hurriedly pulls my aching cock out of my pants.
I hiss a breath, which he silences with a hungry kiss as I work his jeans and briefs down his legs with my feet.
