Chapter 8

Liam

Pulling up in front of Kayla's work, I text her and wait, wondering why she's here on a Saturday morning. Is her father really such a tyrant?

She skips out, wearing jeans and a pink blouse, her long hair in a ponytail, and carrying a foil-covered plate. Sliding in beside me, she beams, holding it out.

"I made you peanut butter cookies," she says.

I study her. Everything seems fine except her puffy, red-rimmed eyes. "When?" I ask, peeking under the foil.

"Six this morning. I've been here since eight."

"God, Kayla, you didn't have to make these," I say.

She shrugs, still beaming at me so I can't start the car. "I wanted to. I promised I would."

Taking a bite, I grin at her. "It's amazing. You're really good."

I keep eating them as I drive to the fairgrounds. We arrive early, so we have most of the carnival to ourselves. Some of the booths are still being set up, but we stop in front of a balloon popping game. Our hands are clasped until we look at each other with a competitive gleam in our eyes.

"I'll win you that big bear," she says.

I shake my head and point to the grand prize. "I'm winning you that bigger bear."

We slap down money and start throwing darts. The worker is thrilled at our refusal to stop and accept our small winnings. We're laughing like amped up kids by the time I finally have enough points to win the huge polar bear.

When I hand it to her, she nearly topples over backwards and her hands won't meet around its fat middle.

"Wow, we really played ourselves, didn't we?" I say. "Now we have to carry this thing all day."

She pokes her head around its furry arm, face bright with happiness. "What do you mean, we?" she asks, thrusting it at me. "But I love it so much."

Trying to hug around the bear makes us crack up again. What is this feeling? It's like I'm brimming over. I have to find a way to express it to her, the source of it.

The worker offers to stow the bear behind his booth for us and we make our way toward the rides, hand in hand until I put my arm around her and pull her close. She stops and points at the Ferris wheel, no line in sight since the crowd hasn't hit yet. I pay double tickets and quietly ask the operator to give us extra time at the top.

She takes pictures of the view on our first rotation, then when it stops, she leans close to me for a selfie. But I take her hand and move the phone away.

"Let me say something first."

Her eyes widen with curiosity, and I point at the hills in the distance, with the cloudless summer sky that matches her eyes. "You're like this view. I feel so much awe whenever I look at you."

"Oh, Liam." Her chin tilts up as she smiles at me.

"I didn't just think you were pretty back in the day. I used to have a giant crush on you," I admit. She puts her hand on my chest. "It's more than that now," I tell her. "So much more."

"For me too," she whispers.

I slide my hand into her hair and look into her eyes until she grips my shirt to tug me closer. "I'm falling in love with you, Kayla."

Her eyes flutter shut and I kiss her. The taste of her mouth masks the disappointment that she doesn't say it back. There's time. The way she clings to me is enough for now. Claiming her soft lips is all I need for now.

The breeze picks up but can't cool our heated hands. Hers clasp around my neck while mine roam up and down her side, working under her blouse.

"I need to touch you," I say.

She scoots closer to me, running her fingers through my hair. The cart swings, the fact we're a hundred feet in the air forgotten as I slide my hand under her bra to cup her tits. She melts against me and her moan when I stroke her nipple to a taut peak makes me harder than a rock in seconds. It's delicious torture when she runs her hands down my shoulders and chest, then presses her palm against my bulge. My tongue pushes deeper into her mouth and I nearly roar when she pops the button on my jeans and works her hand inside to grip my cock.

She pulls away with a mischievous grin, sliding her hand up and down my shaft. Dipping her head, she licks the bead of moisture away.

"Kayla…" I warn. "I might come all over your pretty face."

She looks up at me, her lush lips resting against my tip. "That sounds kind of hot."

I wrap my fingers in her ponytail, as she slides her tongue down my length. The thought of her taking my cock deep inside her mouth has me groaning with anticipation. The Ferris wheel starts turning again and she darts up, straightening her top, and by the time we whizz past the bored operator, the only clue I was about to get sucked off by the girl of my dreams is my clenched jaw. Fucking hell.

Kayla can't hold back her giggles and won't stop laughing even when the ride ends. She grabs my hand and runs away from the other carnival goers. I keep up until we're behind the first aid building.

"Oh, I like you're thinking," I say, pulling her into the deserted alley behind the building.

I have her pressed against the wall, kissing her senseless a moment later. Shoving away from me, she grins and drops to her knees, yanking at my jeans.

"You might like this, too," she says, peering up at me in the shady alley.

"I bet I do," I say, my eyes locked on everything she's doing to me.

Her first clumsy attempt to stroke my cock has me breathless and when her tongue darts out to lick up and down my shaft, I grip her hair with a feral sound. I let her tease my cock with her innocent mouth until I'm about to shoot my seed down her throat.

With a groan, I drag her up and get her jeans open, shoving them down. Her panties cling to her curves and I nudge my hand between her thighs, getting my fingers into her sweet, wet pussy. Her gasp as she tips her head back against the wall has me ripping another pair of panties off her body.

"Not sorry," I say.

"Me neither," she replies, wrapping her legs around my hips. "You know what I want, Liam."

"Tell me," I command.

"Make me yours." Her breath comes in ragged pants as she rubs her slippery heat against my raging cock.

"You're already mine," I tell her.

She bites my shoulder. "Fuck me!" she orders. "Fuck me hard and fast. I'm so close…"

I sink my cock deep inside her, the feel of her swallowing me up, her tits smashed against my chest, her breath hot against my throat.

Everything about this is driving me wild and I slam into her tight little hole until she's pleading with me to make her come. I'm barely holding back, shocked I've held on this long. She drives me crazy, and I love every second of it. Holding on tight with one hand to keep her from falling, I slide my other hand between us and find her swollen clit. The second my fingers trace around it, she gasps, then buries her face against my shoulder, clamping down with her teeth to muffle her scream.

I keep dragging out her orgasm, unrelenting even when she bucks against me. I hold out as long as humanly possible, then I spill my seed inside her. Remembering at the last second that we're in public, just feet from anyone who happens to walk past, I bite back my roar. Her legs tremble, still clenched around me and her arms are limp around my neck. Her head lolls back against the wall and I slowly ease her feet to the ground.

"Steady?"

"Barely," she giggles, pulling my head down to kiss me. "That was…"

"Insane?"

She keeps giggling like she's tipsy as we straighten our clothes. "Perfect," she says. "You know, I don't hate that word when it actually applies."

"This was a good start. But we still have lots of things to do today. I'm going to win you so many stuffed animals you can start a zoo."

"Not if I win them first," she says, her sunny smile lighting up the dim alley.

I pull her out into the sunshine, hand clasped around hers, eager to show off my girl and make her see there's something even better than perfect.