Page 19 of His Good Girl


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Pulling away, our eyes lock, a familiar storm brewing. “I want to see you smile and laugh like this every day. How many fair rides do I need to buy?”

I cup his face gently. “It’s not just the rides. It’s who I’m with.”

His eyes soften as his fingers sweep the ponytail over my shoulder. “Just for saying that, I’ll reward you with junk food. What’ll it be?”

“Funnel cake!” The words burst from my mouth so quickly, we both laugh. Holding hands, we find the concession stand selling what I want.He orders and it comes out hot and fresh.

We sit at a picnic table, sharing the messy, delicious sweetness while drinking chocolate milkshakes.

We hatch a plan, and after riding everything we can, the moment has finally arrived.

“Are you ready for the finale, baby girl?” We step in line for the Ferris wheel and I’m damn near bouncing on my feet.

“So ready!”

We walk through the gate as the worker unlocks it, but Gabe stops behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, he’s talking to the girl, slipping her some cash. He saunters over with a grin, quickly settling us into a car. He secures the bar across our lap, pulling me against him.

“What was that about?” I ask curiously.

His eyes dance with mischief. “You’ll see.”

Opening my mouth to question him further, the ride starts to move. The excitement takes over and I gaze out at the field of lights as we lift higher into the air. His eyes are on me as the wheel stops at the top.

“Why did we stop?” I look down and the girl from the gate is standing in front of the control box.

He grips my chin with his fingers, turning me to face him. “I gave her a tip to have a temporary malfunction.”

“Why?” My voice cracks, my body heating with desire.

“So, I can do this.” He leans in, kissing me gently.

Melting against him, I moan as he licks into my mouth. Cupping his face with one hand, I deepen the kiss, grateful for this romantic man. He glides his hand down my arm, leaving goosebumps behind. Sliding my fingers into his hair, his hand dives between my legs, rubbing the seam of my shorts.

The pressure hits my clit perfectly and I whimper against his mouth. He bites my bottom lip, pulling it tightly before releasing it. Increasing the pressure between my legs, he licks the shell of my ear. “Can you come in the sky for me, baby?”

Oh God.

His finger presses harder as my body trembles against him. My head tilts to the side as his ragged breaths reach my ear. I try to spread my legs wider, but the safety bar holds them in place. Biting my bottom lip, I dig my nails into his forearm. Barely registering the sound of thunder, my eyes roll back as my pussy clenches.

“There’s a storm coming. Give me what I want.” His raspy voice demands my release.

My body stiffens as a powerful orgasm rips through me. My lips part, but he swallows my moans of pleasure with his mouth. The wheel begins to move just as rain drops start to fall. Wrapping his arms around me, he breaks our kiss, his hand sliding from between my legs. We gaze at each other, breathing heavily, not giving a damnabout getting soaked.

“Gabe.” There are emotions weighing between us in this moment and I’m not ready to think about them.

It’s too soon.

The ride comes to a stop, and we exit the car. The rain is coming down harder now and we run to his truck, parked under some trees in the back of the field. I head to the driver’s side so we can both jump in quickly. He slams the door, sexual tension filling the air of the cab.

I’ve never been so turned on. We lunge for each other, hands and mouths clashing together. Never breaking the kiss, he shifts to the middle of the bench seat, pulling me onto his lap. Straddling him, I grind my pussy against his wet jeans.

He fists my drenched hair, tugging my head back, feasting on my throat. Desperate sounds escape my lips as my hands dive into his wet hair, clutching the strands tightly. He groans, the vibration igniting a fire inside me.

“Gabe, I need you.” I’m breathless, aching for him to fill me.

“Fuck.” He bites my neck, pinching a hard nipple through my wet shirt.

He glances around at our surroundings. “Your shirt stays on this time. I don’t want anyone seeing my woman.”