"Are you sure you've never done this before?" The dark-haired girl that gave us the rings lifts a brow, waiting for me to answer Teddy's question.
"No," I answer and let Teddy play the rest of the rings.
"Wow, I got two." She does a little dance and picks out more prizes. "How did you know to do that?"
"Physics."
"Ohhh, muscle and smarts." She squeezes my bicep.
They don't slap a gun into your hand and tell you to go kill people. You're trained on everything, and physics is a big one, which directly contributes to survival in high-risk situations. What's the point of all that training if you end up dead? You're an asset, an expensive one in their eyes, and they want you to stay alive. Until they don't.
I guide her toward the end of the row of games. As much as I'm enjoying watching her, she needs sleep. I might selfishly want her back in bed with me too. To have her pressed up against me, her sweet scent surrounding me and giving me the best sleep of my life.
"Wow, this one looks easier." Teddy pauses in front of a game that does appear easy enough. It's a trap, and one I'm trying to piece together myself. There isn't anyone playing, so we'll haveto wing it. "No tips on this one. I got it." She steps up and slaps down a few tickets for me.
"How many do you want?" A man maybe an inch shorter than me asks. He's the biggest one I've seen working this stand, which is also another sign. It must be a problem, and he often has to handle it. He rolls a toothpick back and forth lazily in his mouth.
"Five," she tells him.
"Same." I step up.
I watch my Teddy Bear toss the softball into the tub, and it stays. A small squeal of excitement leaves her. Could I make her squeal if I got my mouth on her pussy? Would her cheeks flush more than they are now?
"I did it."
"One ball doesn't win you a prize." The man points over to the sign. I notice a smaller one below it that says no rim shots. He walks over and removes her ball from the bin along with another that was already in there.
"Here I go." She tosses her second ball, and it lands in the tub and bounces right back out. "Dang it." Teddy grabs another ball and tries. It does the same. "The heck?"
I pick up one of mine and toss it in the bin in front of me. It lands. "You got one," the man says, and Teddy bumps her shoulder against me in a small celebration of my ball getting in. I watch him walk over and remove my ball along with one that was already in there.
I'm seeing a trend here. I toss my second ball, and it bounces right back out. Next, I make sure to hit the rim, and it swirls and slides down the wall of the bin and manages to stay.
"Yay!" Teddy starts to cheer for me, having bounced out the rest of her balls.
"Sorry, man." He points to the sign that says no rim shots. Motherfucker. He doesn’t even try to hide his smug smirk.
"Dang," Teddy huffs. "You got one more, but we've already got enough, so no biggie." She motions to all the stuffed animals we've won. Still, I don't miss the disappointment in her eyes. Teddy had been on a winning streak. Oh, it won't be ending. This guy's life may, though.
"Get my girl five more," I tell him, placing the tickets down. He goes to grab them for her. When he sits them down, I throw my ball right over the bins and curtain that has the stuffed animals hanging.
"You missed that by a mile." Teddy laughs, and I grunt a response.
"Let me go grab that. Don't throw yet," he tells her before taking off to go around the back in search of my ball.
"Bathroom," I tell her.
"I'll watch our babies," she jokes, motioning to the stuffed animals. I kiss the top of her head.
The bottom of the barrel is rigged to bounce. The first ball is a trap; the ball is already in there helping it stay.
I slip between the two tents and turn to follow behind the toothpick man. He's going to fix the rig, or he'll be the one at the bottom of a barrel tonight.
Chapter Thirteen
TEDDY
Ican’t help but giggle as I watch Killian push the luggage cart filled with all the stuffed animals and our bags. After he got us checked into the hotel, he didn’t want anyone messing with our bags. He gave the bellboy cash and told him he'd leave the cart in the hallway.
