“You’d be a lot more convincing if you weren’t humping my fingers, Jewel,” I breathe.
Time’s running out, though. I need to make her come before this contraption starts moving again.
I press my cheek against hers, warm and flushed, speaking into her ear as I start pumping faster, harder. “Show me how much you like this, Jules. Show me how much you love coming for strangers while they choke you.”
“Oh fuck,” she whines as her muscles go taut underneath me. “This is so wrong.”
“Then why does it feel so good?” I tease. I take her earlobe between my teeth, tugging, then run the tip of my tongue over the grooves in the cartilage. “Come for me, Jewel. Give them a show.”
“Elias!” she screams as she breaks so beautifully. Her tunnel clenches and releases over my thrusting fingers, thebeating of her heart a wild thing under my fingers. I ease off the pressure, letting her suck in more air, and she groans loudly, the sound unmistakable.
Fuck, I want to take my dick out and jerk off, painting her trembling, boneless body with my cum. But Ben’s set the wheel in motion again, though I don’t think Jules noticed. She has that look on her face as she stares at me. Gratitude and worship, that feminine appreciation for a man who knows how to play her body.
Usually, it rubs me the wrong way, like I’ve achieved what I set out to do, conquered my prey, finished it off. But with Jules, it leaves me wanting more. I want to put that look on her face there again and again, preferably while she’s milking my cock.
“Wake up, beautiful,” I say as I button up her pants and straighten her top. “We’re almost at the bottom.”
“W—what? Shit!” she hisses, shooting up from the bench.
Jules loses her balance, her hand knocking into my granite-hard dick, and I blow air out my nose. This woman’s dynamite, and she’s going to be the end of me.
When our cage reaches the bottom, Ben helps her out, then shoots me an assessing look. Is he wondering if the boss fucked a chick on the Ferris wheel? Who cares.
A young couple climbs out of the cage after us, and the man gives me a double thumbs up, his grin a mile wide. The woman wrinkles her nose at Jules while secretly checking her out. Probably wishing she were her.
My Little Sapphire doesn’t notice. She’s too busy straightening her already straight clothes and running her fingers through her mussed hair, messing it up even more. It’s a shame. I’d love to see her embarrassed because people heard how hard I made her come.
Next time.
???
I’m whistling as I return to my trailer. I took Jules on a couple more rides, fed her some popcorn, then escorted her to her Harley.
She’ll be back tomorrow—we’re having dinner in my trailer after the show. We both know it’s bullshit. The goal is to fuck and fuck well, until neither can walk in a straight line. But still, I need to have some groceries delivered. A nice steak should help her stamina.
“Brother, you look like the cat who ate the canary,” Cole snickers from where he’s leaning against my trailer, knife in hand.
“Or maybe a blue macaw?” Rowe adds.
I’m not surprised they saw me with Jules—she’s hard to miss, and so am I.
“You smell like pussy,” Jonah says in his deep bass as I stop next to him. I bring my fingers to my nose and inhale deeply, making an exaggerated sound of pleasure.
“Fuck off,” Silas says through laughter. “Some of us were waiting to fulfil our mission tonight, not fucking on rides.”
“Learn to multitask,” I shoot back. “Life’s best lived when there’s pussyandblood.”
“Amen,” Cole says with a devious grin.
I don’t want to know how much blood he’s spilled during sex. He always has those knives on him, and with how we live, it’s hard not to know each other’s… proclivities.
“She’s scorching hot, El,” Logan says lasciviously. “Mind if I have a go once you’re done?”
I round on him so fast he stumbles back a step, my blood boiling at the thought of Logan’s fire-scarred hands on Jules’ pale skin.
“Mine,” I growl in his stunned face.
Marek speaks into the quiet that follows. “Our brother isn’t going to be sharing this one.” He says it with such certainty too—like he knows for a fact. Maybe his cards told him, or the universe, or whatever it is that guides our most eccentric brother.
