“You got so hot for me at the bar that night. I bet you would have let me take you to one of those filthy bathrooms and fucked you raw.”
“Yes, yes, I would,” I pant, my pussy soaked by his filthy words.
“Would you let me rip your panties off right here, right now, and bury my cock inside of you?” He is breathing heavy, eyes dark and hooded, his hands tight on my thighs as he yanks me to the edge of the pinball game.
“Yes, I want you so bad, Devin. I don’t care where you take me.”
“Good,” he whispers against my mouth, his smile cocky. “Good, because once I take you, I won’t get enough of being inside you. I’m going to need to have you whenever I need it. Whenever I want it. Look at me, Debi, I do not want you to doubt what I am about to say,” he commands, grasping my chin in gentle fingers to force my gaze to his.
“What…what do you mean?”
“I am going to fuck you raw at a bar if I want. Or spread you out on one of these pinball games if I need to be inside you. I might even take you back on that Ferris wheel and let you ride my cock while we’re stuck at the top. But, understand this,” his voice is dark, serious, his eyes holding mine.
“This is not about getting off. It is not about using you or letting you use me. The first time I have you will be in a bed, where I can spread your body out and take my time adoring it. It won’t be needy fucking or greedy getting off. Because when I take you the first time, I want you to know it is just the first time, just the start, just the beginning of us. Do you get me?”
Oh, yes, I do, and it scares the hell out of me. But I want it all. All of the sweet, sexy, salacious things he is promising, I want it all.
“Yes, I get you. I understand, baby,” I whisper with a slow nod.
“Good girl. Now, do you prefer Mortal Kombat or Street Fighter?”
We agree that Street Fighter is the best choice. We spend the rest of the afternoon playing almost every game in the arcade. Winning handfuls of tickets, he tells me to pick any of the corny prizes I want. I pick a cute little rockstar racoon I will cherish long after my summer with Devin.
At least I will have it to hold on once this is all over.
Chapter Six
Devin
Having the whole town rooting for romance is kind of nice.
I go to order flowers to be sent to Debi and the florist puts together their best bouquet, hoping to wow her. It has the prettiest red and pink carnations I have ever seen, arranged in a huge bouquet that will take her breath away. The florist tells me they hope it does the trick because our little romance is the cutest thing in town right now.
When I go to the small chocolates store to get her some caramels, the candy maker is just as excited to help me woo my girl. He gives me a huge box of his best chocolates and caramels, telling me she will love them. I am so pleased everyone seems to be pulling for us because we need all the support we can get.
Debi is the best thing to ever happen to me—but I don’t know if she believes that yet. I have been following her around as promised, behaving like a lovesick fool. I am not ashamed of it. I love seeing her face when I pop up at her job at the music shop when I just can’t wait to see her. Or when she looks at the crowd at the bar they play a few times a week and sees me at my usual table, cheering for her and watching her create magic onstage.
Showing up where she works, where she plays, where she hangs with her best friend Jenna has endeared me to her, sure. I told her I want her, and I do. Having the town support my courting—she called it stalking—as they whisper how crazy I am about her is all well and good. It is when I get her alone, when it is just the two of us at her place when she doubts that I am doing it all for a reason.
“No, no one has ever tried romance with me,” Debi told me just last night as we lay in bed, skin to skin though we’ve yet to make love.
“Good, they left it to me,” I answered, my fingers trailing over her skin, tracing her freckles. “Wouldn’t want me having to complete with someone.”
But Iamcompeting with someone for her trust. Not some bygone lover or even her rockstar lifestyle. Someone hurt her. They left her scarred, a bit broken, and wounded. Debi doubts her worth, doubts it even when she has crowds hanging on her every word, even now that she has me wrapped around her pretty finger, doing all I can to court her the way she deserves.
Lying in bed with her last night, I spread her out, pushing the sheets from her body. I spent the entire night touching, kissing, adoring her soft skin, her perfect tits, her round ass, her beautiful face and her pretty pussy. I could have been selfish and taken her once I had her trembling and pleading. Could have taken what she was offering, what she has been offering since our night at the fair.
At first, I might have just wanted a hot summer fling while I’m here in Pine Grove. I was not looking for that when I found Debi. I have never felt so attracted to anyone before her. What she does to me the minute she kisses me or even just presses her soft body against mine is not something I ever knew you could feel.
We talked about the summer. About being together every minute we could. What we haven’t talked about is what comes next. I had my life figured out before I went to that fair. Now, what is important, what I want and need has changed. Because I do not want a summer fling, I do not want just a few months with this beautiful, bold, brave woman.
I want all the seasons with her, I want an entire life with her.
“Morning beautiful,” I call as she stumbles into the kitchen wearing my shirt and nothing else. Adjusting my glasses, I watch her glare at me before her tough act fades and she smiles, her pretty gray eyes lighting up.
“Morning teach,” she shoots back, letting me kiss her as she sits at the breakfast bar. I slide a plate of bacon and eggs her way, watching her eyes light up at the crisp bacon she loves.
“What should we do today?” I start, plating some food for me before I go to join her, tugging her stool close so she is tucked between my legs.
