My mouth popped off her tit as I groaned, my hand that was on her waist moving to grab her ass as she continued to milk every last ounce from me.
As her orgasm ebbed, she stayed seated on me, her forehead resting on my shoulder as she caught her breath.
“You should wear this dress more often,” I said. The sight of her coming apart in it was my fucking undoing.
She let out a small chuckle. “You like it?”
“I fucking love it.”
I felt her smile before she lifted her head to look at me. “I love you.”
I froze, unable to even blink. “You—” I cleared my throat. “You love me?” Maybe I’d heard her wrong.
She nodded, her bottom lip disappearing as she worried it with her teeth.
“Me?”
She nodded again. “Yes, you. There’s no one else in this truck.”
“You’re sure?”
“Should I not?”
I quickly shook my head. “No. No, you should, because I love you, too.”
Her mouth slowly pulled into a smile before she crashed her mouth to mine in a kiss that stole every thought, breath, and feeling straight from me.
She pulled away, asking, “It’s not too soon, right?”
“We’re living on our own timeline, baby. If it’s right, it’s right.”
She looked so damn beautiful sitting on me with her rosy cheeks and mussed up hair, her dress still hiked up her thighs with my cock still inside her.
“I like that,” she said.
My mouth quirked up. “Me, too.”
She smiled as I fixed her dress back over her breast, situated myself back in my pants, then reached for the locks. I opened the door and helped her out, making sure her dress was tugged down so she was decent.
Once we were both out of the truck, we headed toward the rides and booths where the screams of children filled the air as they were flown around on swings and metal contraptions that looked far too rickety to trust.
“Do you still want to go on some rides?” I asked Sage as we walked, her hand folded in mine.
“Do you?” With a glance her way, I noticed she was eyeing me with a grin on her face.
“What’s so funny?”
She shook her head. “You look a bit worried.”
I gestured to the chaos ahead of us as we walked under the lit up arch. “Are you not worried about these metal death machines?”
“You ride horses,” she said, as if that made me indestructible.
“And your point is? Horses don’t fly in the air at high rates of speed and spin you around with mere screws holding your seat together.”
She threw her head back, letting out a laugh that could’ve put the sun and all its glory to shame.
“They’re not far off. In fact, I bet more people have been hurt on horses than on carnival rides.”
I scoffed as a group of kids ran past us, giggling amongst each other. “I highly doubt that.”
“How about we play it safe and just do the Ferris wheel?”
I looked ahead of us to where her line of sight was trained, then looked up, and up, and up… “How is that playing it safe, exactly?”
She laughed again, her hair slipping over her shoulders and down her back. She was blinding in her beauty. I was so entranced by every inch of her.
“Come on,” she said, picking up her pace to get a spot in line. I trailed right behind her, seeing the smiles on everyone’s faces around us.
Though we did the parade every year, I never stayed for the fair. I’d help my mom with the rescue portion and head home to drink a beer and go to sleep. It was a tradition I’d fallen into seamlessly.
Being here with her, though, made me realize there wasn’t a damn place on this floating rock I’d rather be than holding hands with Sage McKinley at the county fair.
“After this, do you want to get some funnel cake?” she asked as we stepped up to the stairs, third back in line.
“I’ve never had it.”
Her jaw dropped dramatically low. “You’ve never had funnel cake?”
