“Thank you.” I smiled up at him, excited to have the stuffed toy that would always remind me of Rhett and the day I’d spent with him after he saved my life.
“What are you going to name her?”
“I’m going to call her Strawberry,” I answered, hugging the big cow to my chest. She was almost too big so that I couldn’t get my arms around her. I’d wanted a huge stuff as a kid, but never got one. No harm in making up for lost time, I guess.
Rhett must have noticed me struggling to hold on to the cow, because he took it from my hands and carried it under one arm like it was nothing. It takes a man truly confident in himself to carry around a giant, pink cow.
It was that thought that made something occur to me. Rhett was a man. He wasn’t just one of the guys from my school that I’d dated. He was a man. Rhett knew what he wanted and by his actions and words, he wanted me.
A thrill of eager anticipation ran up my spine. This man, this hot as fuck man, wanted me, and I wanted him, too; even if he wasn’t the cowboy, I’d always seen myself ending up with. I wanted him.
“Here.” He notched his chin toward a photo booth that had a young couple in their early teens waiting to take their picture. They were holding hands with puppy love written in their eyes. The boy smiled down at his date with unashamed adoration.
When it was our turn to go into the booth, Rhett let me in and slid in behind me putting Strawberry at our feet. It was cramped in the tight space and before I knew what was happening, Rhett had picked me up and put me on his lap.
“Remember my promise to you when we played the game?” He arched his brow and brought my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eye.
“Yes.” I bit my lip to keep it from trembling unmet desire.
His thumb gently pulled my lip from my teeth and slid across my sensitive flesh. “Good.” He whispered against my ear when he leaned forward to put the money into the booth.
When the screen flickered into a countdown that the pictures were about to start, Rhett took my hat off, putting it beside him on the bench to get it out of the way and kissed me. My eyes slid shut as his tongue seduced mine. The kiss was everything: hot, sweet, intense… I felt the world slipping away from me.
Rhett consumed me. I was lost in him, oblivious to everything. When the kiss finally ended and he pulled back, I realized my hands were clamped in one of his big strong hands behind my back, his other hand was lightly wrapped around my neck. The position I was in made me vulnerable to him, but instead of scaring me I found myself enjoying his hold on me.
“Is your pussy wet, Skylar?” His voice was gruff and full of aroused need, and his words shocked me. Nobody’s ever spoken to me like that before. I loved the crass words. Something new I discovered about myself.
“Yes.” He moved his thumb to my lips and pushed it inside my mouth. Instinctively I sucked on the thick callused digit and he groaned.
“You’re killing me, Sweetheart.” Rhett leaned forward and inserted more money into the machine. If there was a line waiting outside, we didn’t care. In here, we were lost and alone for a few minutes.
The countdown on the machine started again, “Answer me, Skylar. Is your pussy wet for me?”
His thumb was still in my mouth, so I nodded my head. Rhett popped the digit out and moved me as easily as if he was moving a sack of potatoes to where I had my back to his chest and my legs hanging on either side of his thighs.
My legs were open, but below the view of the camera. “Can I touch you, Skylar? Can I touch your pussy? I need you to say it. I need you to beg for it, Sweetheart.”
I took a deep breath, swallowing my nerves, and nodded. “Yes. Touch me.”
As the camera started clicking, Rhett claimed my lips over my shoulder and moved his hand up my short skirt, finding my panties soaked and my pussy full of frustrated need.
It was a new sensation for me. This desperate desire to be filled and claimed. Everything I was feeling was insane and intense—right. This kind of connection didn’t happen this fast. Lust at first sight was real but love at first sight wasn’t. So, why did it feel like so much more than lust?
Chapter Seven
When my fingers trailed up her thigh and brushed up against her damp panties, I was lost. She was soaked for me and her body responded to mine in a way no other woman ever has before.
Skylar was made for sex, and by the way I was holding her earlier and the trust and desire that swirled in her eyes, I knew she’d be able to handle all my fucked-up kinks.
I had to pull my fingers away before I could feel her come around them. The photos were done, and as much as I wanted to continue what we were doing, I didn’t want to do this here for the first time. I wanted us both to enjoy every fucking inch of each other’s bodies and show her pleasure she’d never even dreamed possible. Neither of which we could do in this cramped little booth with a minimal amount of privacy.
“Sweetheart, we’ve got to go,” I whispered against her ear, hating that life got in the way of me bringing us both to the brink of an orgasm.
I pecked her on her lips again and removed my fingers from her sweet, wet pussy. Our eyes held as she watched me lick her arousal from the tips of my fingers. She was sweeter than any desserts you could get at this fucking carnival or anywhere else. I could eat her pussy all day and still be starved for it, something that I would have to try at a later time.
“Oh crap.” I smiled at her reaction to finally realizing how far we’d gone and where we were. A flush ran up her cheeks as she almost tripped over her giant cow in her haste to get up off my lap.
I adjusted my cock as best I could in my jeans, but there was only so much I could do. I snagged the photos from the machine and Strawberry following her out of the cramped booth. There was a line. A guy had his arm slung around his girlfriend and he gave me a big toothy grin. I sent him a scathing look, daring him to say a fucking word, but he didn’t, he got my message loud and clear.