“Just wanted to check on you since this is a big deal. We’ve never done anything like this. Are you sure you’re good to go?”
“Yup. I’m ready to head out now actually. Wish me luck.” I smile, giving her a wink.
“You don’t need luck.” She stands and heads to the door. “You need him to be hot with a big cock.”
I cackle. “That too.”
The carnival is loud and bright. I have a cherry-limeade in one hand, a GoPro in the other. I do my best not to spill the sugary drink on my tits while I check the camera settings.
I’m waiting for him to arrive and my heart feels like it’s dancing the tango. My phone buzzes in my pocket and my stomach flips like a coin tossed into a fountain.
MountMeEverest: I’m almost there. Just parking. I’m in a tan jacket with a polo horse on the left chest.
I pull out a compact mirror and double-check my lipstick. Matte cherry. No smudges. No regrets.
This is it.
I see him before he sees me.
Tan jacket. Fitted jeans. Hands shoved into his pockets like they’re not sure what to do with themselves. His skin is golden, the color that comes from sun and sweat and never skipping arm day. His hair’s dark and damp-looking, like he maybe just showered or ran a nervous hand through it one too many times. And then there’s his face. Strong jaw. Light scruff. Freckles scattered across his nose.
But it’s his eyes that get me.
Big and blue, like glacial pools that could drown you if you stared too long. They scan the crowd like he’s searching for something—or someone—and when they land on me, it’s like they already know.
I swear his whole body goes still, like I’ve just knocked the wind out of him. He starts walking over, hesitant at first, like maybe he’s afraid I’m not real. Like I’ll vanish if he gets too close.
“Hi,” I say, smiling as I step forward. “You made it.”
“Hi,” he echoes, his voice is deeper than I expected. Rough in a way that hits low in my belly. “You’re…”
“Exactly like the videos?” I tease.
He laughs, a little breathless. “No. You’re more.”
Okay. Cue internal short-circuit.
I clear my throat, trying to shake off the nerves. “I’m Cove,” I say, offering my hand like he hasn’t already seen me naked.
His palm is warm when it wraps around mine, steady but a little clammy—like he’s nervous too. “Everest.”
Of course it is. Everest. Tall and solid and a little intimidating until he smiles. I also can’t help but laugh internally that he used his real name as part of his username.
We walk through the carnival like normal people. Or at least, we try.
“Ever done anything like this before?” I ask.
He snorts. “What, a porn shoot on a carnival ride? Surprisingly, no.”
I laugh. “You’re doing great.”
“You haven’t seen me naked yet. That might change your mind.”
I look him up and down, then lean in and whisper, “I’ve seen enough. I think we’ll be fine.”
His ears go pink.God, he’s cute.
Chapter Twelve
