“See, you can't control everything in life no matter how much you want to.” He holds his hand out and flips his fingers. “At least let me help you down to the pavement so you don't give me another show.”
I reluctantly agree and take his hand. “Fine, but don't think this means you win.”
“I always win, Anna. You'll learn that soon enough.”
He braids his fingers with mine, and we walk slowly down the sloping hill to the path below. “Where are we?” I ask.
“A place I think you're going to really like. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two.”
“I don't understand.”
“You will. It's right over here.” We follow the path around a sharp bend, and as the thin layer of trees begins to open up, I see a giant carousel. “Ta da,” he sings softly.
It's beautiful. The carousel has a white and blue pie top, with gold hawks and mirrors alternating around the outside edge. There's an oak floor with several different Bradley and Kaye horses and a chariot secured in place. It was built in nineteen-forty-seven and I feel like I’m walking back in time. I can see the old-fashioned craftsmanship that went into this. It's not just a carousel, it's a piece of art.
“Well, think you can show me how to ride one of these bad boys?” he asks.
“I think I can do that.”
Dash pays for both of us, and we walk around the carousel until I spot a gorgeous white horse wearing a necklace of roses.
“This one. This is the one I'm going to ride.”
“All right, I'll take this one.” Dash pats the horse next to mine. “You need my help to get on?”
“I thought you wanted a lesson from me?”
“I'd love a lesson from you on how to ride.” He winks as he nibbles his bottom lip.
“You're bad,” I say as I slip my leg over the horse, being extra cautious that the back of my dress stays down.
“I know. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a pretty girl.” He climbs on his horse, his hands gliding up the golden pole.
“Your sister did warn me about you.”
“I'm sure she did, but she's got it all wrong, I can tell you that. She doesn't know what she's talking about.”
“Sure she doesn't.” The carousel starts to move, my horse beginning to lift and lower slowly. “Here's my tip for you: hold on tight and hope it doesn't throw you off.”
“That's it?”
“On one of these horses, yes. On a real one it's a totally different story.”
“Maybe you can show me sometime. I've never been on a real horse before.”
“Maybe I can, but you'll have to listen to what I say. And. . .”
“And what?” he asks.
“And hope you can keep up.”
The carousel starts to move faster. Both our horses are rising and falling, and the wind is blowing through my hair. This is the most fun I've had in a long time. I'm laughing and smiling.
“So, tell me, Anna,” Dash says as we step off the ride, “is there anything you've always wanted to do, and couldn't back in Kentucky?”
“Actually, there is. I've always wanted to see a movie on one those big screens in the theater. The closest place to my house was over an hour away. And with all the work we had to do for the horses, we never had the time to go.” I stop and pick up my foot to rub it. “I shouldn’t have worn these heels.”
“Your feet hurt?” he asks.
“Yeah, they're killing me.”
Dash drops down and taps his back. “Hop on.”
“Hop on?”
“Yeah, hop on. I'll give you a ride home.”
“Are you sure?”
He glances back at me and smacks his shoulder again. I pull my heels off and wrap myself around him. Dash stands up, curling his arms around my legs. He starts walking, so I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight.
“Just so you know, I charge by the hour, but you never have to worry about me throwing you off.”
“That's good, but, what if I'm broke? I don't start my job until tomorrow.”
“I think we can work something out then.”
“Dishes?” I ask giggling.
“Not exactly what I was thinking, but we can start there.” Dash chuckles as his feet hit the pavement hard, making my body bounce and grind against his back.
His cologne swirls up, causing me to lean closer. The more the wind blows his scent in my face, the more I want to breathe him in. It's like a drug for my body. My nipples are hard, my stomach is in knots, and I can feel myself falling.
Falling closer. Falling into his muscles on purpose. Falling for a man I barely know.
My pussy starts to throb as my clit swells. Every step he takes makes my hips shift up and down. It's turning me on. My sensitive button pulses harder and faster. I push my hips back, trying to stop myself from coming from a damn piggyback ride.