Fairground Attraction

by Raven McAllan

  “Well, duh. Gah! I sound like a teenager. Right, two minutes.” She got up, blouse flapping, and dashed out of the room into what she had called her dressing room. He heard drawers open and bang shut. In less than her self-allotted two minutes she was back with a tote bag over her shoulder, a clean blouse and jumper on, and if he was not mistaken, judging by the sensuous way her body was moving, no bra. “I even remembered knickers.”

  “Spoilsport.”

  “I didn’t say I was going to wear them though, now did I? Right. I’ve just got to grab a jacket on the way out.”

  Raig watched, bemused as a happy, determined whirlwind sped past him, the hesitant, almost tearful woman of a few moments before gone as if she had never been. Would he ever understand women? Probably not, he thought. Don’t try, just go with the flow. The flow, at that moment, was leading out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

  He took hold of her and, swinging her into his arms then kissed her deeply and thoroughly and felt their tongues mesh and dance. His cock responded favorably as with a sensual little moan, Vairi rubbed against it.

  It was with reluctance he moved back slightly. “Gotta go, Vairi My Queen. But I want you to promise me you’ll ride with that beautiful pussy as hard up against my ass as possible. Something for me to hold on to as I sort out the aggression. Will you be doing that for us?”

  “Try to stop me.” He waited while she made sure the door was locked and followed her down the path, taking the chance to admire the sway of her butt as she walked. “Gorgeous ass.” Her response was to give him the bird. He laughed.

  This time the ride back was pure painful pleasure. At each turn of the wheel she leaned into him even more than he thought possible. The throbbing of the powerful engine intensified every emotion that bombarded him, and he fancied he could feel the heat from her, against his ass as they rode the machine together. Her arms were around his waist, her fingers as if by accident—and he didn’t believe in those sort of accidents—brushing the rock-hard cock tucked inside his jeans, which demanded to be taken out and attended to. He’d make sure he got his own back later and tease her sexually—and unmercifully.

  The ride was accomplished safely in minutes. There was very little traffic on the road. Unfortunately, it gave Raig plenty of time not only to worry about what he was going to find when he got back to the fair, but also to be extra aware of the way Vairi hugged him. Her scent in his nostrils make him wish he could turn the bike around and take her to bed. For hard and fast, soft and slow, long, lingering, mind-blowing sex. No, not sex, lovemaking, never sex, not with Vairi, whatever she says to the contrary. He brought the bike to a halt and focused on the immediate, not the hopeful, future.

  “Here.” He handed her a set of keys. “Green trailer, third from the end, cream blinds. I don’t think you were in a fit state to take in your surroundings last time you visited it. Will you be okay?” he asked rapidly, his mind more on what he might find had happened. “Sure, no one will harm you, and if you get lost, ask anyone connected with the fair for directions.”

  “Well, duh, you go and be all boss-like and powerful. I’ll be fine and see you whenever.” She winked. “I’ll be a-waiting.”

  Raig grinned. “I’ll be as quick as I can, but make yourself at home.” He gave her another hard, scorching kiss that she returned with enthusiasm.

  “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine,” Vairi assured him. “Let’s hope everything else will be. You go and help Jonny.” Another swift kiss, and he watched as she strode away, long legs eating up the distance, butt tight underneath her jeans. He sighed before turning toward the trailer they used as an office, laughingly called the Ready Room after Star Trek. Goodness knew what he was going to find there.

  What he found were two policemen—luckily both known to him—Phil, the fair’s manager and two surly lads of about nineteen glowering and swearing at all and sundry.

  “Where’s Jonny? Is he okay?” he asked urgently. He and Jonny were cousins, but more than that, had been best friends ever since the early days of their fairground traveling, watching each other’s backs, egging each other on and taking the other’s blame when necessary.

  “Doc’s checking him over, but he didn’t seem too worried,” the taller policeman said. “These two specimens of the youth of today thought they would have a go at him, because he politely asked them not to urinate where the world and his wife could see. And, I hasten to say, laughed at their tackle. According to one of the women they surprised, they were pitiful. She said she’d seen better on a dog. A Chihuahua.” He snorted as he obviously struggled not to laugh. “She also said that was doing the dog a disservice. Her female companion likened one to a misshapen, wizened cornichon, and the other to a kid’s crayon.”

  “Ah.” Raig managed to keep his face straight as he relished the descriptions. “So what happens now?”

  “We’re waiting for the van, then it’s off to the station for them. A fair number of charges— Shut up, you,” he directed one of the youths, who began to swear again. “My, he’s got a pitiful vocabulary. Do the youth of today not know there’s more cuss words than fuck and shit?” The policeman shook his head. “Sad really, a vocabulary like his tackle, evidently.”

  Raig laughed and ignored the ‘fuck you, you bastard’ that the tallest—and scruffiest—lad uttered. A commotion outside the trailer announced the police van, which arrived at the same time as Jonny and the doctor.

  “No concussion, but he’ll have a sore head and some interesting bruises for a day or so,” the doctor said easily. “I’ve put five stitches in that thick scalp of his. Oh, and he’ll be sporting a couple of black eyes as well.”

  “Just as well he’s no oil painting then.” Raig tried to sound upbeat to hide his anger and dismay at the sight of his cousin but felt he wasn’t succeeding. “No one will notice anything different.”

  “Cheers. Thanks, boss. Ever heard the expression ‘it takes one to know one’?” Jonny smiled as best he could with a cut lip.

  “Exactly.” Raig made his voice deliberately smarmy. “That’s how I’m knowing you’re not one.” His comments made them all laugh, with the exception of the youths, who started to sneer something derogatory before they were hustled out.

  Silence reigned for a few seconds before one of the policemen cleared his throat. “So, we’ll be needing statements from you and Phil, Jonny. Are you up to it now?”

  Jonny nodded and flinched as he did so. “Let’s get it over and done with. Raig, you go back to wherever…or whoever.” He tried a wink, which ended in a grimace.

  “I’ll wait,” Raig said briefly, resigned to another hour or so before he could rejoin Vairi. Shit, if she hadn’t gotten fed up waiting and taken a taxi home, she’d probably be asleep when he finally returned to her side. He remembered the look she had given him when they’d parted and hoped with everything he had that neither scenario would be the one that played out.

  It was over an hour later before he was finally able to walk through the dark and deserted fairground. The smells of diesel, chip fat, popcorn and candy floss hung faintly in the still air. The moon—three-quarters full—showed his path through the stalls and rides, helping him to avoid any obstacles. Beside him Jonny was moaning about the promise Raig had extracted from him not to work the following day. In the end Raig lost his temper.

  “For fuck’s sake, Joh.” He used Jonny’s childhood nickname on purpose. “Stop moaning. Yeah, life’s a bitch. Tough shit. You’re fucking lucky, do you know that? Those mean little fuckers could have had a knife. Then what? Dear Aunty Chrissie, sorry, but… Shit, I don’t even know what hymns you want.” The last was to try to lighten the atmosphere and stop himself from choking on a sob.

  “All Things Bright and Beautiful.”

  “Eh?” What the hell was Jonny going on about?

  “The hymn,” Jonny said in an embarrassed tone. “And you can add that stop all the clocks stuff as well. I might as well hedge my bets over who gets me where. So,
I want that bit from Ecclesiastes about to every time there is a purpose, with what’s-her-name singing it.”

  “Judy Collins? Or The Byrds?” Why were they having this conversation?

  “Her, moron. So Judy Collins. Flowers—”

  “Enough.” They reached Jonny’s trailer. Raig turned to his cousin and took a deep breath. “All I’m saying is, for Christ’s sake, take it easy. Please.”

  Jonny nodded, his battered face showing his thanks for the support. “Sure, and thanks.”

  “Okay. Well, ring me if you need me.”

  That elicited a crack of laughter. “I’m thinking you’ll be needing her more than I’ll need you.” He nodded across the expanse of grass toward Raig’s trailer, where lights showed welcomingly through the curtains. “Lights on, curtains drawn, a sappy smile. You don’t need a degree to know you’ve a woman waiting.”

  It could have been much worse, Raig thought as he nodded to a security guard and continued to walk toward his home. It only took a couple of idiots fueled on booze, or worse, to start an incident that could easily escalate into something really nasty. He also suspected Jonny could be right. He wanted, needed, Vairi so much every part of him ached, not just the parts he intended to become intimately involved with her body very soon.

  If she had fallen asleep, he would damn well wake her up, Raig decided as he reached the first of the trailers. His was the only one with lights still on. Even Jonny had decided shut-eye was needed. However, Raig knew there was no way would he be able to sleep without coming one way or another. His preferred way was deep inside her, as he experienced the sensations as she contracted around him and screamed his name. His cock throbbed unbearably just thinking about it. He could almost feel her wetness as he imagined putting his fingers inside her and making her writhe with pleasure. Those first few discoveries of what turned your partner on, then enjoying them together, were as important as the end result. As he had once heard one of the older students at uni say, ‘To fuck with finesse and fact-finding is far superior and more satisfying than to fuck fast and furious’. Okay, the guy had thought he was a poet, a master of alliteration, and had often assailed his fellow students with his so-called words of wisdom, but on that occasion Raig felt he had expressed how he himself felt. Those first gentle discoveries were precious.

  Another security guard passed. It was a sad necessity that safety measures needed to get tighter each year. When he was a kid, the only precautions taken had been the fairground staff themselves, plus an assortment of family pets. Now they had a dozen or so men employed purely for that purpose. Although they still had the same motley assortment of animals, including a couple of geese, fondly known as Samcam and Dave.

  His pleasure surged as he approached the trailer, the lights through the closed blinds a beacon to welcome him home. Thank goodness Vairi hadn’t left the slats open for anyone to look inside and wonder who she was. Those stories would circulate soon enough. He’d like some time with her without the fair monitoring their every move. Or anyone else.

  As he climbed up the steps to the door, the faint sounds of music filtering out. Not loud enough to disturb passersby, it was just loud enough, it seemed, to beckon him, call to him. Sensible for once, she had locked the door. Raig knocked softly and wondered briefly what the hell he would do if she had fallen asleep and didn’t hear. He needn’t have worried. Within a few seconds the door swung open, and her lush, inviting mouth fixed on to his with a toe-tingling kiss. Her arms drew him inside, and a bare foot kicked the door closed behind him.

  She wore his robe, the sleeves turned back several times, the tiny fiddly buttons on it undone, the belt around her waist twice, and hopefully nothing else. Up until that moment he’d hated that bathrobe, with to him, those stupid unnecessary buttons. He swore his mum had bought it for a joke to remind him that he should be a metrosexual male, not an out and out macho one. It hadn’t worked and he’d shoved it to the back of his wardrobe. Ignored it. Now it was the nicest item of clothing he’d ever owned.

  “Mmm, you can be greeting me like that, Vairi My Queen, anytime,” he murmured as he moved the toweling material to one side, put his lips to her neck and nuzzled the silky soft skin there. “Let me be locking the door, and you can have your wicked way with me. Lead me astray, you older hussy you.”

  “Ha. Not so much of the older, please, or I might decide I can’t satisfy a youngster like you and take myself home to my lonely cold bed.”

  “Lips sealed,” Raig said and mimed a zip over his mouth.

  “That apart, the rest will be my pleasure. Once you tell me how Jonny is. What happened?” She watched him with concern, her eyes wide and troubled as he checked the door and moved back to her.

  Raig rolled his eyes. “Two of your fine town’s non-finest decided they couldn’t be bothered to find a toilet. When Jonny objected, they took their objections out on him. Five stitches in his scalp, split lip, broken tooth and a pounding head. To say nothing of the bruises. Some punters saw what was going on, got security and called the police. Phil, the fair’s manager, was with them, saw what was happening and phoned me.”

  “Why phone you?” Ouch, he should have known she’d pick up on that one.

  To stall, he leaned into the fridge and took out a bottle of wine. “Want one?”

  She rested against the work surface. “Yes, please, and don’t change the subject. Or say it’s because you’re best friends or cousins or something. ‘Fess up.”

  He’d known this conversation had to take place sooner or later, but had hoped for later rather than sooner though. He poured two glasses of wine and gestured to the settee. “And while I’m remembering, I’ll be telling you, how much I like you in that robe you’ve got on, especially as you’ve ignored the buttons and just belted it. It suits you much more than it suits me. The way it covers you makes me want to unwrap you and discover the jewels it hides. Bloody perfect. I’m drooling at the thought of what’s waiting for me.”

  “That’s the idea,” she said with a faint blush as she sat close to him. “Tease and hint. That’s as far as it goes until…?” She raised an eyebrow.

  He got the hint. “Well, my love, it does that and more.” He watched as she opened her mouth to speak, loving the play of emotions crossing her face and the sparring with exciting sexual undertones that was making him rock-hard. “Right, now I’ll be telling you why Phil contacted me.”

  She nodded and took a sip of her wine. “Please.”

  Show and tell time. Raig took a deep breath. “Well now, yes, we are friends and cousins. His ma is my da’s wee sister, but I suppose I should also make it clear that I’m not just his boss, the fair is mine. It was my da’s, but he’s well retired now and handed it over to me.”

  There was a silence before Vairi began to laugh. “So you’re Mr. Big?”

  “That depends on where you’ll be looking, Vairi My Queen.” Pure innuendo dripped from his voice. “Why are you saying that?”

  She shook her head, something amusing her. “Oh, no reason, although I’m sure I heard somewhere you don’t travel all the time. You’re an investment banker or something?”

  “Or something,” he agreed drily, having no inclination to go any deeper into his professions—any of them. “Every year I take six weeks or so to travel, keep my eye in. Phil is my manager, immensely capable, but it gives us a chance to catch up, to sort out anything he feels unable to do by himself. Not that there is much of that. He’s good, is Phil.”

  “I’m glad.” Vairi had set down her wineglass. Now she turned to him and put her hands under his T-shirt. She unerringly found his nipples and alternately squeezed and soothed the hard nubs. It was amazing and, as ever, his cock immediately strained for attention. Raig moaned and swore his eyes crossed. “Ah, love…”

  “Yes?” she continued. “You see, I have this problem I need your help with.”

  Oh fuck, so do I. “Ah, and what might that be?” To say he was enjoying himself was an understatement. Never before ha
d his nipples seemed so responsive to a touch.

  “I’ve a need for a man.” She parodied his lilt. “Not just any man, one special man with an earring and hair to his shoulders. Can you be helping me?”

  “Well now, I might just be the man for you. I’ve the hair and the earring. And a real talent for undoing tiny little buttons if you do them up?” He licked his lips and looked pointedly at the fastenings that usually annoyed him like crazy. Now the thought of undoing them on her and revealing her inch by inch was more than enticing. “Will I be the one?”

  Vairi laughed softly, sending erotic shivers down his spine. “I’ll be thinking you will. If you can be undoing the buttons. Give me a sec.” She turned her back for a second or two then swung around to face him, the buttons now in their buttonholes “How’s that? Can you help me?”

  “Watch me,” he said fervently. “There’s one from the bottom.” He made sure his hands were busy as he spoke. “And a kiss on the ankle to keep you interested. Now one from the top, oh see? Such a beautiful swell of the breast for me to nip and soothe.” He did as he described. “Ah now, this is interesting. Do I still go one up then one down, or do I get greedy?” He considered, his head to one side as he toyed with various buttons, opening none. Vairi’s breathing was uneven, her eyes half closed as she watched his actions. She raised one hand and caressed his neck as she left the other lying loosely by her side. Raig watched her clench it tight and slowly release her fingers as he ran a hand from her ankle to her knee.

  “Oh, now, what else have we here?” He returned his attention to the next button to be opened at the bottom of robe. “Do you know,” he queried conversationally as he nimbly continued opening the tiny clasps and ran erotic nips and kisses either along the line of her throat, the plump lushness of her breasts, or the fine skin of her ankle and calf. “I was thinking earlier, when I was in my strop, that I’d missed my chance to get into your knickers. Now as these buttons open, and more and more of your delectable body is revealed, I realize that soon I’ll be getting my chance. Will I not?” He was perplexed as her body shook with laughter.