Page 11 of Anyone And You

Just as the ride’s engine reached its peak, so did she. Adrenaline pulsed in my throbbing heart as she came around my finger. She released the wheel, one hand shooting to her hair, the other to my shoulder. Her hips rocked as she rode that wave, rode my hand down and down into her oblivion. And as she relaxed from her high, I withdrew my fingers, soaking with her release, and tasted her.

The ride was still going, slower now, but I had time to watch her collect herself. Watch her eyes open again, filled with satisfaction as she saw me licking my fingers. Her gaze weighed with lust at the sight.

“I—“ The ride came to a slow halt before she could get the words out.

Her chest continued to heave, and she didn’t move for a moment. She only stared at me, obviously forgetting about the rest of the people around us.

Until the ride attendant called for everyone to get off.

I reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles before standing and pulling her with me. Her first step was a wobble that I caught, almost making me smile at her weakened knees.

Her hair was a mess of waves from all the wind, from the orgasm still moving through her. After we walked a few feet away from the ride, I paused to pull her into me.

“What do you want to do now?” she asked as she braced her hands on my arms. “Throw axes? Win me another stuffed animal? Join in the pie eating contest? Fuck on the swings?”

Her mockery nearly made me smile. I paused in front of her, staring down at the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I had to swallow the dryness in my throat at the sight of the lighting around us, which seemed to bask only on her.

“I think I want to take you home,” I said as I pushed her hair back. “I think if I have to stay here without kissing you much longer, I’ll collapse.”

CHAPTER EIGHT - DES

SHIT, HE’D SAID everything right.Doneeverything right.

Every fucking thing.

I was ready to give in completely. Go home? Fuck, yes. If it meant his touch again, if it meant finally kissing him…

“You poor thing. Tired of all the laughter?” I said, trying to keep my composure.

“Too many people,” he grunted, and I almost laughed at the look he gave the bystanders around us.

I leaned up on my toes like I might kiss him but stopped short. “There are a few more things I have to have before we leave,” I said.

“Really?” he asked as I pulled at his hand. “I thought the cups might have enticed you to leave sooner.”

“Is that what that was about?” I asked. “Getting me hot and bothered so you could go back to your lonesome sanctuary early?”

“It’s not lonesome if you’re with me,” he said.

I eyed him, but shook my head. “No, I can’t leave this carnival without getting three things first: a funnel cake, apple cider whiskey cocktail with whipped foam, and a pumpkin spice latte with oat milk to go.”

Axel squinted. “Pumpkin spice?”

“You don’t get to make fun of me until you’ve tried it,” I said.

He yanked me by the hand back into his arms, enveloping me with his muscular body and his hands around my waist. My breath caught in my throat again, and I wondered if I’d ever get used to him pulling me toward him like that.

The thought stilled me, though. And it nearly prevented me from enjoying the rest of the night.

“You get your little latte and your cake, and I’ll get the drinks,” he said, his hands squeezing my waist. I was reminded of the way he squeezed my thigh on those spinning cups, and I was glad of the hold he had on me.

“And when we’ve finished our drinks, I’ll take you home.”

I shifted in his embrace. “What happens at home?”

“You get your cake here. I’ll feast on mine when I lay you across your countertop.”

My thighs tightened as I stifled my whimper. “How do you know I’m inviting you back to my place?” I forced myself to say.

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