30. BODI
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“ W HOOH! One more, McKay. One more!” Kayla jumps up and down as the milk bottles fall to the floor, leaving one still standing. “Come on, win me that pink cheetah, baby!”
I laugh, kneading the softball in my hand while the carny gives me a knowing look. A look that says you’re fucked because if I don’t pull it off this time, the chance is I will pay him more. Like I have numerous times before this.
“I need a good luck kiss.” I give her a serious look and she replies by shooting me a dull one. “I mean it. I need a good luck kiss. We haven’t tried it before. We gotta use all our resources.”
“Use all our resources?” She cocks an eyebrow defiantly. “You make me sound like a fucking software program.”
“If that program contains you naked, I’d definitely invest in it.” I snatch her wrist, yanking her against my body while a shriek leaves her lips. “Kiss me.”
Laughing, she does as she’s told, and I push my lips against hers until her back is arched before I break loose.
“Okay.” I pounce on the spot like I’m Rocky Balbao and she claps her hands in excitement. “Let’s do it.”
I roll my shoulders, pulling my arm back with my eyes fixed on that last bottle.
“Drop. Drop. Drop,” I mutter, right before I swing my arm forward. My eyes follow the ball and when it knocks off the last keg, I jump up in victory.
“Yes!” I roar, pushing my fist into the air.
Kayla squeals, jumping up and down, then launches her body at me. I catch her, wrapping my arms around her waist, while her legs fold around my hips, the essence of carnival sweets pushed away by her honey scented hair.
“You did it!” she shouts, followed by a kiss. “You won the pink cheetah!”
She doesn’t let go when the carny hands me the stuffed animal that’s as big as a normal-sized dog. A well over priced stuffed animal since I just spent $75 to win it for her.
“Here you go, babe.” I squeeze its head between us, and she leans back, grabbing at it like she’s four and it’s all she ever wanted. Her sparkling eyes make it all worth it though.
“This is my dream!” she cries with a beaming smile while I let her slide down my body.
“Your dream?”
“Oh, yeah! When I was little, I always wanted the biggest stuffed animal from the carnival. But I never won more than a foot-sized teddy bear.”
“Your dad never tried to win you one?”
“He did. He’s just clearly not as skilled as you.” She winks.
“Or not crazy enough to try ten times?”
“That too. Okay, what’s next?”
“Whatever you want, baby.” So far, we’ve been in the funhouse, the bumper cars, the haunted house, and the pirate ship before I threw out an insane amount of money to win her that pink cheetah.
As a child, I never really cared for the carnival. I only remember one time I went with my father, but only because my mother was sleeping off her hangover from the night before. Over the entire day, a cloud overshadowed all the fun.
But walking around here with Kayla feels good. It’s fun and I can see why she likes it so much. She’s beaming with an excited energy next to me, and just watching her having a good time makes it worth it to me.
“What about the Enterprise?” She points at the train that sits in a circle and lifts higher and higher until it turns upside down for a very, very long time.
“Hell fucking no.”
“What? Are you scared?” she taunts.
“Scared my breakfast will end up in your hair, yeah.”
She averts her gaze with wide eyes. “That’s a no for the Enterprise. What about the Ferris wheel?”
I glance up at the red and yellow construction, a smirk forming on my lips while my tongue darts out when I think of all the things I can do to her up there. “Let’s go.”
She eyes my horny gaze with suspicion. “What are you thinking, McKay?”
I walk past her, dragging her with me as I tug her under my arm. “I’m thinking how much time we have when we sit up there and if it’s enough to make you come.”
She gasps. When I dip my chin, her cheeks look flustered in embarrassment, but her eyes are filled with lust. “You can’t do that, Bodi.”
“Are you sure?”
She pushes me from her body, walking with two yards between the two of us while she tightly holds on to the stuffed animal in front of her chest.
“Keep your hands off of me! There are children around,” she hisses, reprimanding, though the naughty glint in her gaze isn’t something she can hide from me.
“So?”
“No. No.” She shakes her head. “Brutus is going to sit between the two of us.”
“What?” I screech. “Who’s Brutus?”
She holds up the cheetah.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I mean it. You will only need five seconds before you’d have me naked up there. I don’t want to get arrested because I got fucked in a Ferris wheel.”
“We are not allowed to shake the cart. I was just planning on finger fucking you with my tongue down your throat.”
“Bodi!” She tries to sound offended, but her laugh etches through, encouraging me to keep going.
“Oh, you so want this, baby.”
“I do not.” She lifts her nose into the air, keeping her distance as we get in line.
“Come here, little minx.” I try to grab her, but she darts away with a giggle.
“No!”
When we’re up next, she climbs in, demonstratively putting the stuffed animal between us in the cart, and I shoot her a mocking glare.
“Really?”
“It’s a necessary evil. I can’t resist you, McKay,” she explains while I get into the cart next to ‘Brutus’. Then she lowers her voice. “Before you know it, I’m the girl that got fingered in the Ferris wheel.”
I sure as fuck hope so.
The wheel moves up, giving us a better sight of the carnival grounds.
“You watch too much porn.” I chuckle.
“So what if I do?”
Come again ?
I softly turn my chin her way, blinking enough to take off if I wasn’t stuck in this cart.
“Hold up, you watch porn?”
She shrugs with a playful smile haunting her lips, a glint of victory shown in her eyes because she knows that will do all sorts of things to me. “Not as much since you’ve been accommodating my needs.”
“Since I’ve—Wait, have you been watching porn in my guestroom?”
“Maybe.”
“What the...” Trailing off, I pull Brutus from his seat in the cart, throwing him out with one swift move.
“What are you doing?” she shouts as I slide my body next to hers. The sudden action makes the cart swing back and forth a little and her eyes widen in shock, while a yelp comes from under us.
When I glance down to the cart below ours, a guy holds Brutus in his hand with a confused look in his eyes,
“Sorry! Can you hold on to it until we get off?” When he nods, I twist my gaze back to the little minx beside me. Our bodies are pressed together, my mouth only an inch away as I keep my attention fixed on her blue eyes. They are amazed, with a little hunger scattered through them.
“You are crazy,” she huffs.
“You can’t watch porn without me.”
“You didn’t wanna sleep with me.” My eyes roam over her face, the small freckles inviting me to kiss her cheeks, and I do. My lips pepper them with small, tentative kisses, and she closes her eyes.
“Do you still watch porn?”
“Why would I watch porn if I have you as my personal porn star?” She smiles against my mouth.
“Good answer.” I move my hand into her hair, tilting her chin with the other, then press my tongue against hers. I stroke it gently, with longing, massaging it with affection. She opens her mouth more, inviting me in, and our kiss grows desperate, a moan vibrating against my palate, but they never go sloppy.
The world completely blurs around me while every nerve in my body sparks to life. Goosebumps slowly but steadily trickle down my arms.
I feel how every hair on my back straightens.
I feel how a shudder moves down my spine.
I feel how the warmth of her tongue against mine makes every sense in my groin stir alive.
And for the first time ever, there are a thousand butterflies flying through my stomach. They crawl along every organ, tickling me in a way that has me both scared and calm at the same time. I expect them to make me freak out. But while her palms fall on my neck, burning me up and keeping my head unable to leave her grasp, all I can think of is how I want to keep them there for as long as I can.
The cart abruptly halts and we break loose, gripping the sides to stay still.
“Let’s make a bet,” I whisper against her lips as I keep kissing her, because she made me an addict.
“What kind of bet?” The tone in her voice is filled with defeat, and I inwardly smile, knowing I’ll win this one.
“How quickly I can make you come.”
“Bodi.” She tries to scowl, but all I register is the growing need in her voice, and I take it as my cue to take the challenge. Holding her head in place with one hand, I reach between her thighs with the other, roughly pushing them to the side. With a firm grip, I rub her center through her jeans and a groan falls from her lips.
“Don’t even pretend, baby. We’re doing this.” I lean into her neck, putting my mouth on her skin with small, languid kisses, and when I unbutton her jeans to slip my fingers inside of them, her head falls back. As her eyes shut, a gasp comes from her lips, fueling my motivation.
“Oh, shit,” she hums.
I slowly slide two fingers down, pushing them through her folds at a scorching pace.
I stare down at her, her body now slouched in the cart as she completely surrenders to my touch. The last rays of sunshine light up her beautiful face while a small breeze blows a few strands of her brown hair to dance through the air.
I pull my fingers out, coating her lips with her own juice.
Fuck porn. This, right here, that’s my fuck dream.
She’s my fucking dream.
“Lick,” I order.
Her eyes snap open, glancing at me through her lashes with a lazy look as she does what she’s told. Her tongue sensually licks my fingers, taking them into her mouth like a lollipop.
When I pull out, I cover my mouth with hers, wanting to feel the warmth of her lips against mine. My fingers slip back into her panties, this time sliding even more because of the excessive saliva. Fuck, she’s so fucking hot.
Another gasp echoes through the air.
“Sssssh, you gotta be quiet, baby. There are children around,” I mock, throwing her own words back at her. I form a V with my fingers, moving them up and down over her clit.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
She bites her lips as I keep a steady motion, gracing every inch around her sensitive nub before I flick it every time I move back up. With each stroke, I feel how she becomes more relaxed beside me, with her skin growing damp from the sensation.
“Do you think about me when you watch porn, baby?” An agreeing hum follows. “Are you a dirty girl who loves getting fucked in public?” Another hum . “You are, aren’t you? If it was up to you, I’d be sticking my tongue inside your soaken pussy instead of my fingers.”
“Oh, God,” she cries out.
I keep going, gently rubbing both my fingers up and down her clit, until her face tense, and I pull back to watch her as she falls gorgeously.
“Ssssh.” I wrap my hand around her mouth to shut her up, while my fingers never stop moving, and muffled sounds vibrate against my palm. She starts to squirm underneath me, and I pick up the pace, knowing she’s close. “Come for me, baby. Let go.”
I press my cheek against hers, burying her face in my neck to hide the high-pitched tone coming from her covered mouth, and when she grabs my shirt in desperation, she starts to shake in the cart.
Fuck, this is so sexy. She’s so fucking sexy.
“That’s it, baby.” Her forehead falls against my shoulder, holding on tightly as she rides out her orgasm, and I gently keep caressing the skin around her clit until she’s almost completely still and I pull out. Licking my lips, I put my fingers in my mouth, enjoying her salty taste before I wipe them dry on my jeans and she looks up at me.
The look in her eyes is feral and completely spent with a little shock glistening in her eyes.
“I can’t believe you just did that.”
“I can’t believe I need less than two minutes to make you come.”
She rolls her eyes at my cockiness, buttoning up her jeans again before she lets out the air from her lungs, then grabs my arm by linking hers through it.
When we look up, the sun is about the set above the trees and I blink at the amazing sight. She sighs next to me again, and when I twist my head, she rests hers on my shoulder.
“You do weird things to me, McKay.”
I press a kiss to her hair, ignoring the pressure in my own jeans.
“Ditto, baby.”
We stay quiet while I hold her tightly against me and my hands start to play with her hair in a soothing way.
“This is gorgeous,” she whispers.
I dip my chin, looking at every single feature of her face. I can close my eyes, remembering it all. Remembering every single freckle, every swell of her cheeks, and every ripple on her lips. But they still draw me in every day. I can stare at her like I’ve never seen her before, every time.
“Yeah, it is.” I brush my mouth against her forehead.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.”
Forever. The word makes my heart beat pound in my ears, but it no longer alarms me like it would have before Kayla. Forever now seems connected with her in the most fulfilling way because it’s exactly what pops into my head when I say her name out loud.
Kayla.
Forever .
“Me too, baby.”