Page 84 of Bound By Temptation

“You need to send me that.”

“Hell no. This is my bragging picture for when you’re carrying the fish that I won out the door!” She laughed as the carnival man with the tag saying Gibler set up the balls for us.

“One at a time. Alternate,” I ordered.

She picked up a ball and then waved it at me. “Yeah, yeah… I know the rules. Get ready to go down.”

“You do remember that I won this last time.”

Her head snapped to mine. “That was a default! You paid that guy off!”

I chuckled. “Prove it.”

“I was standing right there! You cheated and just paid for the fish. That’s not winning. If I can remember right, I’ve won once, and once was a default because you paid them and you have zero. The big goose egg, baby. I’ve got this.”

“It’s one-one. This is the tie breaker, and I’m winnin’ you that fuckin’ fish!”

“Nope. Not happenin’. I’m first,” Indie called.

“What? No. Flip a coin. Make that shit fair.”

She cocked her hip. “What happened to ladies first?”

I looked around dramatically. “Where’s a lady?”

She clocked me in the stomach, making me cringe. Didn’t see it coming, so I didn’t tighten the abs. Needed to remember that shit. “AxHole!”

Indie pulled out a quarter and tossed it in the air. “Tails,” she called out, and the damn thing landed tail’s side up.

She jumped up and down. “Hell yes!” Her tits shook, and my tongue wanted nothing more than to lick and suck until she came in my arms.

Fuck, now my cock was hard. “Would you go already?”

Indie looked down at my cock, which only made it harder, and smiled. “Tease.”

“You have no idea,” she taunted, then turned to the game.

Indie was absolutely hilarious bending down, lining up balls, then switching her aim to go high, then low. Her face was serious as hell.

It was my turn to pull out my cell and snap a quick picture of her.

She was so focused she didn’t say a word about it.

She let go of the ball, and that fucker bounced out of the damn tent.

“Oh, baby. You lose your touch?”

“I’m warmin’ up. Let’s see you!”

My turn, I totally bombed. The ball went flying, but Gibler caught it, and Indie laughed.

“I can see you’re rusty too.”

“Shut it and throw,” I teased.

Balls flew everywhere. In the square. Out of the square. Anywhere but in the fucking glass bowl. Time ticked by, throw after throw. Each of us giving the other shit the entire time. Every time I missed, it made Indie laugh, and I found missing wasn’t such a terrible thing.

“Shit!” Indie cried out once the ball flew out of the bowl after going in. “Did you see that! It went in and bounced out!”

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