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by Lexi Buchanan


  “Trust you to mention the food,” he chuckles.

  “Hey. There’s nothing like eating carnival food.”

  I turn in his arms.

  “I bet if you tasted me right now, you’d be able to taste the cotton candy I’ve just finished.”

  He groans. “You’re going to kill me.”

  I rub up against him and feel the bulge behind his zipper.

  “Taste me Dono—”

  I don’t finish. His mouth is on mine. His hands grip my hips to hold me against him or keep me still—I’m not sure which. I’m not the only one who tastes of cotton candy. He tastes delicious and I want more. Reaching up, my hands grip the back of his neck as I try to climb up him; his tongue imitating what he does with his dick inside my sex, which is clenching with need.

  “That’s getting pretty heated,” Phoenix states causing Donovan and me to break for much needed air.

  Looking at Phoenix, he’s grinning. “You do know you’re in public? As in, you have a large audience.”

  As I look around, some people turn away, but yeah, there are a few people around watching us, which is embarrassing.

  I bury my face in Donovan’s chest and hear him chuckling.

  “Thanks, man. That could have been awkward if we’d gotten any further carried away.”

  “Don’t get too carried away on the Ferris wheel. Don’t want you falling out,” Phoenix adds, waving over his shoulder as he walks off.

  “C’mon babe. It’s our turn.” Donovan keeps his arm around me as we climb aboard one of the cars on the wheel.

  Sitting down, Donovan covers our laps with a blanket. I give him a quizzical look because the night is still humid and doesn’t really call for a blanket.

  “Be patient, Mara.”

  The wheel moves slightly to allow the next couple to climb into one of the cars taking us slightly higher. Donovan wraps his arm around me and pulls me close.

  I’m so excited and rest my head in the crook of Donovan’s shoulder as he holds me tight.

  It isn’t long before we actually get moving on our five-minute ride. I love the breeze that’s caressing my skin with the movement of the wheel. It doesn’t go too fast and with it being dark, we can see all the lights in the distance, even a few boats out at sea.

  I love being up here with my man; he feels so good against me. He seems happy to just hold me, but although I’m happy, I’m going to take advantage of the blanket, and touch him.

  Caressing down his chest and stomach, I slip my hand under his tee shirt and feel his abs quiver at my touch as my fingers stroke up to his nipples. Rubbing them into tight buds has him shifting slightly. I hope he’s rising to the occasion. There is only one way to find out.

  Turning my face into his neck, I start to nibble along his jaw. His hand around me tightens as mine slowly makes it’s way back down his stomach to rub along the edge of his waistband. Slightly dipping inside, I continue to rub—teasing him.

  “Give me your mouth.”

  I lift to him and lose all thought when his tongue tangles with mine.

  My hand slips further inside his jeans, touching the head of his growing shaft. He growls in my mouth as I quickly pull my hand out and undo his zipper before slipping my hand inside again to pull him out. He’s hard and fully aroused now in my hand. My core aches to be filled by him, but there isn’t anyway that can happen on the Ferris wheel.

  Our tongues tangle and mate while I’m stroking his length back and forth. He feels like satin in my hand, all smooth skin and heavily aroused man.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Donovan

  Having Mara’s hand wrapped around me is pretty soon going to have me embarrassing myself. Her small hand moving over me is arousing as hell. My balls are pressed tight to my body knowing I’m getting ready to release.

  As the wheel takes us up again, I rub her nipples, which are already hard with arousal before moving my hand lower beneath the blanket. I nudge her legs and slide my hand up between her thighs needing to touch her aroused flesh. To my surprise, I find her naked beneath her short skirt.

  I growl at the easy access I have to her pussy, and then hiss when she drags a nail through the slit on my dick before she continues jerking me off.

  My hand slips between her lips as I coat my fingers in her arousal before I start to circle her entrance with a finger. Pushing inside her, she catches her breath and moans, her core clamps around my fingers as her hips start moving. Fuck! We can’t do this on here.

  Withdrawing my finger, I pull away from her and break the kiss. “We can’t…on here.” Shit, I can’t even catch my breath.

  Her hand tightens around my dick as she picks up speed. “You can,” she whispers.

  “No…Oh God, babe. Stop.” I knock her hand away, trying to catch my breath as my dick throbs for relief. But not on the Ferris wheel.

  Quickly shoving my cock away before she can grab hold of me again, I sit up straighter and pull her into my arms.

  The wheel stops one below us.

  That was fuckin’ close.

  I still can’t catch my breath and my balls and dick are aching—giving a new meaning to blue balls.

  “That was fun,” she smirks.

  “We need to find somewhere private as soon as we get off here,” I growl. “Because I’m going to get us off just as soon as I can move.”

  She laughs.

  Mara’s scrambled my brain.

  I can honestly say with all the shit I’ve done in the past, that I’ve never had such a hot make out session on a Ferries wheel before. Not even close.

  When it’s our turn to climb out, I can’t meet the guy’s knowing eyes so I ignore him and mumbling a thank you, I help Mara out and pull her along with me. I’m not really sure where I’m going until Ryder and Dahlia step out in front of us. Dahlia looking upset.

  “Is everything alright?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” Ryder says.

  “No,” Dahlia contradicts.

  “Um, Dahlia, do you want to go and get some drinks?” Mara asks giving my hand a squeeze.

  “That would be good.”

  Mara reaches up and kisses me. “I won’t be long.” She gives me an apologetic look.

  “I’ll get you back later.” I pat her on her sexy butt. “Go look after your sister.”

  She gives me a saucy grin in return.

  Watching them go off chatting, I turn to Ryder. “So what did you do to piss her off?”

  He looks pissed, which soon changes as he laughs. “Fuck. What makes you think it was my fault?”

  “Because a girl doesn’t have that look on her face otherwise.”

  He shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, really.”

  “You do realize that Dahlia will probably tell Mara, who will tell me.”

  “Fuckin’ hell!! It’s like a church fuckin’ meeting.”

  “Just spit it out.”

  “I kissed her.”

  He kissed her?

  “So why is she pissed at you? I thought you’d both been doing plenty of that already.”

  He starts walking towards where the girls have gone before pulling me up short.

  “We haven’t done anything. We’re trying to be friends, but she’s driving me crazy so I kissed her, briefly, then apologized. She couldn’t get away from me quick enough.”

  “You apologized?”

  “I know, but my life isn’t that straightforward. I took what I’ve wanted since the first time I saw her, but anything else isn’t possible. She needs permanence in her life, and that isn’t me. Anymore. So I stopped.”

  He looks pained.

  “What can be so bad that you can’t even contemplate a relationship with her?” I laugh. I never thought I’d be giving relationship advice. “You want more with her that’s why you stopped and didn’t just go for the one night. Is that right?”

  He nods dragging his hand down his face.

  “F
or the first time in six years I’ve met someone who makes my heart lighter. She makes me forget, but when I remember, it’s like being shot through the chest.” He rubs his chest as we both watch the girls approaching laden down with drinks.

  I grin when I spot the corn dog in my girl’s hand. She’s going to be sick if she eats anything else.

  Ryder clears his throat. “I know I was kind of cryptic, but can we keep what I’ve said between us?”

  “No problem.”

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Mara

  Donovan is driving me crazy. As we walked into the hotel, there appeared to be a wedding taking place towards the back. He grinned at me, took my hand and dragged me into the marquee where there is a live band and a crowded dance floor.

  His hands are everywhere and nowhere. We’ve been on the dance floor now for three songs. He knows what he’s doing to me as well because he keeps smirking. At this rate I’m going to end up knocking the smirk off his face. His hands have been all over me, but he’s avoiding where I want his touch the most.

  He’s going to touch me where I need him to if it’s the last thing he does. He thinks he’s being noble after he’s deflowered me, well he isn’t—he’s frustrating the hell out of me.

  The lights dip so now it’s time to knock him on his ass. Straddling his thigh, I get as close as I possibly can and feel the bulge going on in his jeans. I start to rock against him. His hand lands on my bottom, squeezing and pushing me into him. Moaning in his ear, I feel his cock swell even more.

  My core throbs to have him inside me again and my knees nearly buckle when I feel his hands beneath my skirt, inching closer and closer to my naked ass.

  He has a death grip on my butt so feeling adventurous; I shove my hand straight down the front of his jeans and stroke his naked flesh.

  Then we’re moving—out through the marquee.

  He slaps a quick kiss to my lips before pulling me along behind him as he leads us to our room.

  As soon as our door shuts, he’s on me. Our mouths seal together, his hands shove my skirt up to my waist. One hand slides onto my butt and the other rubs my pussy.

  We break from the kiss, gasping for air.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t put any panties on.”

  “Don’t talk. Fuck me.”

  He pauses before quickly dropping his zipper to free his erection.

  Before I can blink, I’m back in his arms and being hoisted up, my legs go around his waist and he’s pushing inside me—dropping me down on top of him.

  There is a slight discomfort, but nothing to stop me right now. I want and need him inside me.

  He pins me to the wall with his cock so deep inside me that I’m sure he’s prodding the entrance to my womb. He hisses, “You drive me crazy,” as he drops his head and takes my mouth in a heated kiss.

  His hips start moving as our tongues tangle and caress. My climax is fast approaching as he stops and lifts me off him.

  “No.”

  “Hang on baby. We’re stripping and hitting the shower. I want you all slippery in my arms.”

  “My arm.”

  “Shit. I forgot about that. Um. I know.”

  Before I know it our clothes are thrown all over the room, I have a plastic bag wrapped tightly around the plaster cast leaving my fingers free, and he has us inside the shower with the water pelting down on us.

  The way he looks at me, as though he wants me for dinner, causes my heart to beat frantically in my chest.

  Taking hold of the shower gel, he squirts a large amount into his hands before moving closer and caressing down from my collarbone and over my breasts with his magic hands. As he concentrates around my nipples, I throw my head back and moan. The sensation shoots straight between my thighs. Then his hands are on the move again as he rubs the gel into my stomach, moving further south as he strokes my pussy. My legs quiver from his arousing touch.

  “You are so damn hot, Mara. I have no idea where to sample you first.”

  I grin and drop to my knees. He’s so sexy clothed, but unclothed he’s scorching, and with water cascading down his muscular body, well, I really have no words.

  Reaching out, I grip the base of his shaft and bring him to my waiting mouth, swirling my tongue around the bulbous head before sucking him into my mouth.

  His hands tangle in my hair while my head bobs up and down on him. I stroke up his thigh with my other hand and feel his legs start to shake as I gently squeeze his balls.

  “Enough,” he growls pulling me off him.

  He pulls me up and, finding my feet, he turns me around and places my hands on the shower wall in front of me and pulls my bottom out towards him. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” He lightly smacks me on the ass. The smack sounds louder because of the water, and he does it again before I feel his mouth on me.

  He spreads my cheeks wide and enters me in one go.

  “Oh, shit. Mara. That feels good, baby.”

  Cupping my breasts, he twists and tugs at my nipples while thrusting in and out of me. Because of the angle his balls slap against my pussy heightening my arousal. Every cell in my body is sizzling; the excitement of being with Donovan, and having him buried so deep, lost in lust and love for me is driving me higher and higher, until he stops moving and grinds against me. I explode. I see stars. I never want him to stop. I’m clenching Donovan so strongly with my orgasm that I feel his own release shoot out of him. Strong jerks of his cock as he coats the inside of my sex.

  Groaning, I throw my head back, not wanting this to end. I look up and let the water from the shower caress over my face as the pleasure slowly starts to subside, but leaves small tremors running through me as Donovan slowly slides back and forth before he withdraws completely.

  I can’t move as he quickly cleans me up before switching the shower off. He pulls me into his arms and wraps me up in a large, fluffy towel.

  “One minute.” He sits me on the vanity unit while he quickly dries and wraps a towel around his hips. “Let me take the plastic off and then I’m going to put you to bed.”

  I smile. He’s always taking care of me.

  Epilogue

  Donovan

  Six weeks later…

  Since our trip to the beach with the guys and their girls Mara and I have been living wrapped in our own bubble for want of better words. Apart from a few times when the guys and their wives have come calling now that they are back in Alabama as well.

  No sooner had we returned from the beach than we’d moved all our belongings from the city to our home in the heart of Alabama. And nothing has ever felt so right. I feel as though my life is complete now. I have the woman who has my heart in my life permanently.

  She’s amazing and is so strong and has no qualms about fighting for what she wants or believes in. Right now that appears to be me, and you will never hear any complaints from me.

  Even Reece has stopped glaring at me when he sees us together, even when we’re wrapped up in each other. The place I like to be the most.

  As for Mara’s friend, Harry, he wasn’t impressed when Mara told him she was ‘promised’ to me, and moving back home. The dick had tried to talk her out of it, which I’d overheard. Mara had finally told him that she only ever considered him a friend, and nothing more because she’d lost her heart to me two years before.

  Hearing her admit it out loud to someone else made me feel good, although I did have a few seconds of feeling sorry for the poor bastard.

  It was with relief when we finally arrived back here with all our belongings and spent the first night in our home knowing that we were together.

  And now I’m stretched out in the hammock out back watching a couple of boats on the lake with a longneck in my hand wishing my girl was here with me. Instead she is in town with Dahlia shopping for my birthday, which is tomorrow. Our age difference doesn’t bother me as much as it did because I love her too damn much to even contemplate it anymore.

  Sighing, I take a long drink from the
bottle while I think about the architectural course I’ve just found out I’ve been accepted to. I have to wait a few months before it starts because of the timing, but it feels good knowing that I’m about to take my life in a different direction than what was planned for me. Part of my decision makes me feel sad, as though I’m going to be disappointing my dad, but like Mara says, he loved me and at the end of the day he would want me to be happy. He wouldn’t like knowing how tormented I am over a decision that in the long run is what I desperately want. So I’m going back to college with my girl. I’ve already warned her that I plan on doing a lot of making out while we’re there so that we’ll fit in perfectly on campus. I don’t think she believes me though. We’ll see!

  Hearing a car come to a stop outside puts a stop to my musing. I stay put hoping it’s my girl so that she’ll join me in the hammock. Some of the best sex between us has taken place on this hammock. Nothing like having a lazy afternoon of love making with your girl sitting astride you, riding your cock while her breasts sway with the movement.

  It’s so not a good idea having these thoughts while I’m waiting to discover whether it’s my girl or someone else visiting. Mara’s eyes will light up seeing me hard and ready for her, but someone else, then it could get embarrassing, especially if it’s Mara’s mom, Cindy. I cringe with that thought.

  Mara

  I’m excited to be finally home from the shopping trip into town with Dahlia. Until today I had no idea that she was so difficult to shop with. The trip was to find her a dress to wear on her first date with Ryder, plus I wanted to purchase a surprise for Donovan for his birthday tomorrow. After two hours of trying things on she finally found the perfect dress in a purple and white silk. It was beautiful and so were the high heels to match. I just hope she doesn’t break her neck in the shoes. Providing the date goes ahead.

  They’ve both been dancing around each other these past few weeks, more so than before Reece’s wedding so it’s about time Ryder finally worked up to asking her out to dinner. I’m not sure what’s going on though. Something is and I believe Dahlia when she says she has no idea why he goes hot and cold. I guess only time will tell.

 

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