Page 23 of Temporarily in Love

“Hey, I want to get some funnel cake!” I said, trying to ease the tension between us.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Okay, let’s get you some funnel cake. I gotta go check on the booth to make sure Felix and Gemma don’t need anything before they close up. I’ll meet you over by the funnel cake stand.”

I nodded and watched him go. Okay, I watched his ass go. He had a nice ass that filled out the pair of jeans he was wearing. Declan wasn’t a big guy with lots of muscles or a six-pack, but that never bothered me. Dad used to call him beanpole in high school, and not much had changed.

I wrapped his hoodie around me and breathed in the woodsy scent of his cologne. I walked over to the funnel cake stand and bought myself a plate. I was half done with it when Declan walked over to find me.

A smile curled across his lips. “You almost demolished that.”

I laughed and held up the paper plate. “Did you want any?”

He broke off a piece of what was left and popped it into his mouth. He reached up a hand and cupped my face. I thought he was going to kiss me again, but his thumb brushed across my bottom lip instead. “You had some powdered sugar on your lips.”

I gave him a sheepish smile. “Thanks.”

His hand lingered, and I imagined him sliding that big thumb of his into my mouth. I imagined myself sucking on it, a sign of what else I wanted to suck on.

Damn, I hadn’t realized how not having sex with my fiancé made me a ball of arousal.

His brown eyes looked like he was thinking about it too, but then he pulled away. I gave him the rest of the funnel cake and he ate it slowly. I watched him lick the sugar off his fingers until it was all gone. That shouldn’t be sexy. I shouldn’t think about him licking something else off his fingers, but I was. I was letting my horny brain take over. My rational mind was flashing with bright ‘DANGER’ signs, but I pushed it away.

Declan threw out the plate and brushed his hands off on his jeans. I pulled a wet wipe out of my purse and handed it to him. He smiled in thanks as we used the wipes to get the excess residue off our fingers.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

I nodded.

We walked back to his car together, and my nerves bound up inside me. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to feel his lips on mine, to memorize the way his kiss made me feel like I was home again. But we couldn’t go there. I couldn’t open that up and hurt him again.

In the car, Declan didn’t start the engine right away. “Lila?”

But as much as I told myself no, I couldn’t help myself. I leaned over and kissed him. We crashed together, and I slid my tongue across the seam of his lips. He grabbed my hair in a fist and angled me the way he wanted as he took control. He kissed me like a man who knew what he wanted, and I kissed him back with the same ferociousness. I wanted him bad.

While our tongues tangled up, I slid my hand down his torso and pressed against his jeans. He was raging hard, and I wanted to do something about it. He didn’t notice me undoing the top button of his jeans and sliding his zipper down while we got lost in each other.

When I pulled his cock out of his boxers, he pulled away, his hands still gripping my hair. “What do you think you’re doing?” he snarled.

I whimpered at the pain on my scalp, but I liked it. I liked his rough hands on me when he kissed me. I liked the way he looked at me, like he wanted to swallow me whole. That’s probably why I dipped my head down and licked the bead of moisture off the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he moaned when I gripped his shaft and slid him into my mouth.

It wouldn’t have been the first time I gave him head in a car parked at these fairgrounds. But the last time we did this, we were teenagers. And I misremembered how big his dick was. I opened my mouth wider to fit him all inside.

“Such a naughty girl, huh?”

I slid my lips down his cock, sliding it in and out of my mouth slowly, trying to get it wet enough so I could take it down my throat.

I looked up at him while I pulled back and sucked on the head of his cock. I repositioned myself so I was on my hands and knees and bent over his lap while I sucked his cock. His hand trailed down my back and gave my ass a little squeeze before slipping beneath my skirt. Without warning, he pushed my panties to the side and pressed two thick fingers inside me.

I moaned around his cock as I adjusted to the sensation of his big fingers filling me up. I didn’t need any foreplay. I was already soaked by the time I put his cock in my mouth. He always did that to me. Sucking his dick made me sopping wet back in high school, and surprisingly, time hadn’t changed that.

“Such a naughty girl, you’re already wet for me,” he whispered.

He pumped his fingers inside me nice and slow and pressed his thumb against my clit, a place Chad never bothered to find. I moaned around his cock again.

Oh God, I was gonna come. I was giving my ex-boyfriend head in his car while he fingered me, and I was two seconds away from coming all over his magical fingers. They had to be magical, because he was the only person I ever came with. I thought something was wrong with me after I went to college. I thought all those men sucked in bed, but maybe Declan was the only one who could hit that button deep inside me.

That was depressing. Or maybe I was cursed to only come with the man I lost my virginity to, karma’s way of getting back at me for breaking his heart.