Chapter Twelve
Amy
The fair!
Trying to second-guess this new man of mine was practically impossible. Who’d have thought he’d plan a night of dodgems, ghost trains, loud music, and excited crowds?
But then I had been seeing posters all week for the traveling fairground that was in town. Maybe it would be fun. I’d been once before, with Becca not long after I’d moved to Oxford. She’d wanted me to experience it even though it was for kids. Said I’d missed out on a childhood treat.
It had been loud and bright and busy. The fast rides spun my head, and the candy floss had made my lips sticky and given me a sugar rush.
Biting on my bottom lip, I studied my wardrobe.
I’d made a few online purchases that I hoped Mitch would like.
Settling on a white t-shirt with Barbie written on it three times—red, pink, purple—in its iconic sloping font, a baby-pink skirt that matched pink socks and pumps, I dressed quickly.
I put my hair in bunches, looping white ribbons close to my head, and just for good measure I used a brown kohl pencil to give myself a smattering of freckles over my nose and onto my cheeks.
I already had a few, but this upped the cuteness.
I was pleased with the end result.
Ten minutes later, my intercom buzzed.
“Hi, Daddy.” I smiled at Mitch’s image on the screen.
“Get your sexy ass down here,” he said gruffly.
“One minute. I’ll just get—”
“No, now, you don’t need anything, and if I have to come and get you, you’ll be handcuffed to the bed getting your naughty ass fucked until the sun comes up.”
My mouth opened. I closed it again. Wow, I hadn’t been expecting that.
I slipped out, shutting the door behind me, and shoving the key into my pocket.
“Jesus, woman.” He hauled me close the moment I stepped out into the evening. “You sure know how to make me hard as a damn rock.”
“You like this outfit?” I stroked his stubbled jaw line.
“Too damn right I do.” He glanced downward. “No bra, huh?”
“Little girls don’t wear bras.” I frowned.
He slid one hand up my t-shirt and squeezed my left breast.
I caught my breath, wanting to be closer to him. Alone. No nosey neighbors. “Mitch.”
“Good job you have great tits, small, pert, perfect for going bra-less.” He moved his hand to my opposite breast, tweaked that nipple, and kissed me. “Fucking sexy as hell.”
“Mmm…” I leaned into him, absorbing his heat and taking in his darkly male flavor.
Suddenly he pulled back and slapped my ass. “Naughty girl, we have plans, and you almost made me change them.” He grabbed my hand. “Come on, to the fair.”
I giggled and skipped at his side, my heart swelling with happiness. Becca had been right, I had needed someone to spend time with and not just have random hook-ups that were unsatisfying in every way.
This was going to be fun.
Because I was with him.
He glanced at me.
“What?” I wrapped my hand around his solid biceps and pressed close.
“Nothing.”
“Tell me. Please.”
“Have you any idea just how many ways I’ve been thinking about fucking you? Making you come?”
A thrill went through me.
“You have?”
“Yeah.”
“Like…how?”
He released my hand and circled my waist, aligning my body with his while we walked.
“I want you to come on my tongue, squirting onto my face as you cry out my name. I want you to come while you’re sucking me off.
” He paused. “Fuck, the thought of your pretty lips around my cock.” He cleared his throat.
“I want you to come while I fuck your ass, your pussy from behind, on a vibrator while I watch your face, every tiny expression. I want you to come while you’re tied up, at my mercy and only able to hit that high after you’ve begged and cried and think you’ll die if I don’t give you a climax. ”
A flush of heat raced over my skin, and my heart rate tripled. “Wow, you really have been thinking about it.”
“Better believe it, baby girl.”
“So why the fair?”
“Because I want to see you have fun first. You deserve that.”
“Oh…okay.” First, that meant there were two stages to this evening, and now I knew exactly what they entailed.
And I wasn’t complaining. He was so damn confident he’d have me orgasming over and over, and that was a turn-on in itself.
The sounds of the fair filtered toward us. Thumping music, screams of delight, and the chug of generators.
We made our way through the crowds and past hot-dog and burger stalls, a coconut shy, hook-a-duck, and a ghost train that had a long queue of people waiting to be frightened in the dark.
“What do you want to ride?” he asked.
“Is that a trick question, Daddy?”
He chuckled. “No, take your pick. The ghost train? Dodgems? Swing?”
I glanced to my right. A brightly lit swing ride circled people high, the speed sending the swings outward, much to their delight. “The swing is good.”
“Come on then.” He led me to the ticket booth. “One please.” He handed over a few pounds.
“You’re not coming on?” I frowned.
“No, you’re a brave girl, you can do it, I’ll watch from here.”
“Okay. I’ll wave.”
“You do that.”
The ride came to a halt, and when the swings were vacated, I walked in with the next set of riders and took a swing on the outside of the circle.
Once fastened in, I searched Mitch out.
He was standing in the back shadows of a candy floss stand, hands shoved in his pockets and his expression dark.
Is this how his face was when he was having fun? Like he was heading to a funeral.
I smiled and waved, kicked my legs in eager anticipation, and got a curt nod in return.
The ride started. Air rushed over my skin, my stomach flipped, and I clutched the roped handles at my sides. Within seconds we were going at speed, rising, my swing flying out into the dusky evening. I laughed and flicked my head, feeling my hair, ribbons and all, flying out behind me.
Each time I passed him I smiled or waved or kicked my legs. He watched for a minute, then took out his phone, appeared to send a text then, slipped it away again.
I scowled, wanting his attention. “Hey!”
He looked up, his eyebrows low, and gave me one of his devastatingly sexy half-smiles.
That would do.
The ride finally came to an end, and I hopped off the swing and skipped up to him. “That was fun.”
“Seemed it.” He nipped my chin and brought his lips to mine.
“Can I have some candy floss?” I asked. I had to ask. I had no way of paying.
“Please.”
“Can I have some candy floss, please?” I fluttered my eyelashes.
“Little minx.” He put his arm around me, and we joined the queue for candy floss.
Soon I had a huge pink puff of spun sugar balanced on a skinny stick. I took a bite, enjoying the fizzing sweetness, then tore a chunk off and popped it in his mouth. “You like it?”
“Yeah. Doesn’t taste as good as you, though.” He slid his hand to my ass and over my skirt gave it a good grope.
“Dad!”
A young male voice directly behind us.
Mitch turned.
So did I.
A woman stood there, brown hair cropped into a pixie cut, bright-red lips, pointed chin, and a Coldplay t-shirt teamed with denims. At each of her sides stood a boy, their long limbs pronouncing they were on the cusp of adolescence.
“Dad.” The one on the right said, his eyes wide and a can of cola gripped in his hand. “What are you doing…here?”
“Nathan, Harry, wow, what a nice surprise.” Mitch released my ass and stepped forward. He gave each boy a rough hug and pat on the back.
“Not that much of a surprise to find kids at the fair,” the woman said.
“Sarah.” Mitch stepped close to my side and folded his arms. “He’s not with you then.”
“Business trip.”
“Is that what he told you?” Mitch shrugged.
“It is.” She scowled at him, pure venom in her eyes. “Why wouldn’t it be true?”
“He’s got history, same as you. Not being where you say you are.” Mitch shrugged and turned his attention to his children. “I thought you’d be saving all your excitement for Disney rides next month.”
“We love the fair, Dad,” Harry said with a grin. “You know that.”
“So what rides have you been on?” Mitch asked.
While the boys rattled off their adventures so far, I held my candy floss in front of my face almost like a barrier.
But it was no good. Their curious glances kept drifting my way.
Well, the boys were curious, Sarah…she just appeared mad as hell.
Her eyes were so filled with hate that it took away from any beauty she had as if an eraser had been cast over her features.
“Who’s this?” Nathan asked and pointed at me.
I knew it was Nathan because he wore a baseball cap with his name on it.
“This is Amy.” Mitch took my hand.
“Girlfriend?” Harry raised his eyebrows at his father then studied me once more. His gaze drifted down my body, taking in the Barbie t-shirt, short skirt, and long socks. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.” I smiled. “And you?”
“Twelve.” He glanced up at his mother.
“Come on,” she said. “We’ll leave your father and his young friend to it.”
“Wait.” Mitch dug into his wallet and retrieved several notes. He shared them out between the boys. “Have the rest of your rides on me, okay, and get a burger.”
“They don’t need your money,” Sarah said.
“So why’d you take me to court for a maintenance settlement that’s just about crippled me?” Mitch shoved his wallet away.
Sarah huffed. “Go on the dodgems again, boys.” She gestured at the ride to her left. “There’s barely a queue now.”
The boys nodded then ran off with a whoop of delight.
“You take care,” Mitch said, then turned from Sarah. “Let’s go, baby.”
“I don’t know what you’re fucking playing at.” Suddenly Sarah was in his face, wagging her finger. “With this…this weird setup.” She wafted her hand at me as though I were something nasty on her shoe. “But I won’t have my boys around it.”
“Our boys, and stay in your lane. My relationships are nothing to do with you.”