Page 69 of Little Broken Pieces

“Okay, bet! I’m going to make this the best day ever.”

Reaching over to open my door, I see him running around to beat me to it, so I act like I dropped something on the floor to let him. Look at me being kind. Cora would be so proud.

My door opens just as I’m straightening up, and he holds his hand out for me to grab. “Oh, we have a gentleman. Chivalry isn’t dead after all.”

He laughs the most beautiful laugh. It's deep and grainy and it does things to my insides.

“You have a funny sense of humor,” he says, lacing his fingers in mine. We begin to walk hand in hand to the ticket booths. I look at him out of the corner of my eye several times, wishing this was a dream. Most women want a man like him, he is the dream for them. Me, I only see all the ways letting him treat me right could hurt me. I battle with myself constantly. Wanting him, hating him for making me want him, and being scared of being hurt by him. That's where self-sabotage comes in.Hurt him before he hurts you.

I suck in all the negative thoughts and push them to the back of my mind. Determined to enjoy this day, I squeeze his hand gently and tug so he moves closer to me. I rest my head on his arm as we walk, and he brings his free hand up to tug at the ends of my hair, causing me to look up at him. He winks. I smile as butterflies explode inside me.

Ticket booth in sight, I begin to take my purse out and ask how much tickets are so I can pay for myself. He stops dead in his tracks, causing me to pause and look back at him. Disbelief stretches across his face, his left eyebrow raises in question, his head slightly slanting like a confused puppy.

“What? Why are you just standing there?”

He scoffs. “Put your wallet up, I’m buying. This is going to be the best night of your life, and I want to be fully responsible for giving it to you.”

I giggle. “Yes, Sir,” I say playfully, batting my eyelashes dramatically as I walk up to him, placing my palms on his chest. “I’ll let you give me the best night of my life.” He wraps his fingers around the back of my neck, forcing me closer.

“Keep teasing me and I’m going to bend you over one of these cars and fuck you.” I gasp at his words as he brings his lips close to mine without touching. “Right here in the parking lot for everyone to see, would you like that, Angel?”

“Yes,” is all I can manage to get out. If I was wearing panties they would melt. I love this side of him. He is kind and sweet to me and I love it, but this dark side of him that is rough, possessive, and commanding is such a turn on.

“Well, my sexy little slut, you’re going to have to wait until we get home. Right now, we're going have fun.”

“Fine,” I say smirk. “We have too much sex anyway.” Pulling away first, I make my way up to the guy selling tickets and his eyes widen, taking note of my pebbled nipples underneath this tank top. “We want two tickets,” I say. He has yet to make eye contact with me and I’m sure it’s because he can also see the heart shaped jewelry surrounding each tiny mound through this thin shirt.

Kohen clears his throat and I move over, giving him space. “She has eyes, bro. Stop fucking staring at my girl’s tits or I’m going to go in there and rip your eyes out of your fucking head, got it?”

I look up at him, shocked, my jaw on the cement. What the fuck? I mean don’t get me wrong- I fucking love that shit but it was extremely unexpected. I cross my arms over my chest to cover up what I can. Kohen keeps eye contact with the guy the entire time he's paying. He grabs our wristbands and we head through the iron gates. It's official I have checked an item off my bucket list.

“What do you want to ride first?” he asks nonchalantly as if he didn’t just go all caveman.

“Nah ah, don't try and slide past what just happened? What was that back there?”

“Nothing, I just...”

“Just…what?”

“I don't know, I don't want anyone looking at what's mine?” He bites his lip nervously, and it makes me giddy, the two extremes this man has for me make me feel good.

“Okay, I got you. Let’s get on The Rattler first, I’ve always wanted to ride it because they say it’s the only coaster built of wood, is that true?”

“Yes, it’s true. They tried to reinforce it with steel recently but the company’s original owner went to court to object to it. As far as I know, it’s still the OG.”

“Fuck yes!” I’m excited.

We walk up several flights of stairs and get in line. Luckily Kohen also got what's called a fast pass. So we can skip ahead and not have to wait at the end of the line. They call us up to the first car and my body is radiating with energy and excitement. We climb in and the bar settles across our laps. Kohen's hand is on my thigh, his pinky rubbing the softness there. The man buckles the last strap for us and helps the rest of the riders get settled in safely. The horn blows and we begin to move. The slow and steady climb up the coaster gives us a moment to talk.

His hand has shifted closer to the inner part of my thigh. His pinky is a hair away from my pussy and it causes me to hold my breath. I want him to touch me there so badly. The rumble of the coaster beneath us and the clicking noises of the car making its way to the top, combined with this surge of energy, is making me feel hot and bothered. I spread my legs and he rubs the lips of my pussy with three fingers, his middle one making its way through my lips. I jump a little at the sensation.

His lips meet my ear and the soft warmth of his breath as he speaks drives me wild. My pussy is dripping wet and I thrust my hips up into his hand. “Shhh baby, don’t make a scene.” His tongue grazes my ear and his middle finger enters me at the same time. Cool air blows through my hair. I hadn’t even noticed we reached the top. His palm presses into my clit as his fingers fuck me, and it feels sofuckinggood. I close my eyes, trying to conceal the secret pleasure I’m receiving.

A rush of wind whips through me, eyes still closed and the rumble of the wild coaster aids in the sensation of this finger fucking session.

“Oh my god!” I shout, throwing caution to the wind. No one can hear me anyway. I buck into his fingers every moment I get. My abdomen is tight from pleasure, my core clenching the delicious feeling of his fingers inside me, fucking me.

“That's right, Angel. Come for me, baby. You look so sexy.”

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