“Yeah…yes.” I guess this is a pretty good stall. Better than anything I could have actually come up with. I think I’m getting better at this improv thing. Maybe real-time demand for it makes it more accessible. Kind of like how you can learn a language and not really know it well until you’re in the company of people speaking it.Necessities are like highways to higher learning.I think someone told me that once. Maybe even my father.
As we stop at the base of the Ferris wheel, all I can think about is how rude Kias was to me. It’s like he didn’t care what would happen to me tonight. It’s unnerving to think I’m risking my life for him while he’s sitting at home messaging me about my sexual performance like we’re bros in a locker room.
Romeo pays off the woman in charge of the line—a dramatic gesture that I’m sure is m meant to get him closer to being up my skirt, and pretty soon, we’re sitting in the carriage, the door closing, and we’re lifting to the sky. I look out over the water, feeling anger, confusion, and frustration all balling up inside of me in a hard knot.
It’s been a long night.
“Are you scared of heights?” Romeo breaks my thoughts, and I see him reach his hand up for my chin. It only reminds me of Kias and his callous, cold fingers touching my chin before all hell broke loose in my apartment. His touch wasn’t a promise, but it sure felt like one— as awkward as it was. I think I’m upset now because that conversation sounded nothing like that touch felt. And it’s possible I’m now suspended in the air with the only human I’ve ever been this sexually attracted to, without much regard for the reality of my mission.
I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. But I do. I want to fuck Romeo.
Fuck everything out of my system, so I can focus on the mission. If Kias can change his behavior in an instant, so can I. I grab Romeo’s hand before it can reach my face because that won’t serve any purpose. It’s too sweet, too caring. I need passion, lust, and instinct.
I think there is a moment of hesitation, but I don’t know who is the one hesitating. Fuck, I don’t care, though. And the moment I decide that, we both collide.
“I’m not scared of anything,” I whisper. My first lie to him.
When he kisses me, it sets me on fire. I feel like I’m floating when his tongue slips into my mouth, sending electric chills over me, my skin prickling, and the hairs on the back of my neck rising. I kiss him back with equal intensity, both because I know it’s what I need to do for the mission right now–and because I just can’t stop myself. I can’t resist the siren call of his mouth, the feeling of him sucking and nibbling at my lips, tongue tangling hotly with mine.
I don’t protest when his hand starts to make its way up my skirt.After all, isn’t this exactly why I didn’t wear panties, in case of an opportunity like this?But my god, no man has ever made the simple act of fingering me feel this good. I’m already drenched with arousal by the time Romeo slips his fingers between my pussy folds, going straight for my clit as if he wants to make me lose my mind here and now. But I’m just as bad–my hand is already on his cock, massaging him through his pants, getting even wetter at the thought of all his hard, thick length pushing inside of me. He’d be the biggest cock I’d ever had, and I want to feel it–
He pinches my clit, rolling it between his fingers, and I cry out with pleasure against his mouth. When my hips arch upwards, he takes that as a means to slip two fingers inside of me, keeping the pad of his thumb against my clit, so it’s not neglected for even a second. I’m sure he’s going to make me come up here on this Ferris wheel. My first public orgasm. The thought is almost enough to send me over the edge. I tangle my fingers in his hair, kissing him harder as I squeeze his throbbing cock, wondering if I can get away with stroking him off up here too. I’m seized with the sudden, burning desire to make him come, to feel him fall apart in my hands while he does the same to me–and for that to be just the beginning. I want to suck him, fuck him. I want him to taste every inch of me and then fuck me until I scream his name.
The lust he makes me feel, our instant chemistry, might be the most dangerous thing I’ve ever faced thus far.
We’re like teenagers, yearning for each other. Romeo groans against my lips, his fingers thrusting into me, and his other hand slips into the neckline of my dress, seeking out my breast and hardening nipple as I unzip his slacks, wanting to feel the hot velvet of his cock against my palm, naked and bare.
Romeo’s forehead presses against mine, his fingers thrusting into me faster, and my hand slips into his briefs, wrapping around his cock for the first time. He’s hot, hard, and pulsing, and I can almostfeelthe sensation of him in my mouth. I wonder if I could get away with blowing him up here while he fingers me to an orgasm, and then–
–the ride jolts to a stop. A light beams directly into my eyes as I turn my head to look behind us.
“Out.” A deep voice orders, and my jaw drops, and Romeo quickly removes his hands from me, and I, him. We slide out of the cart and onto the wooden deck, where a cop lowers his flashlight to look at us both.
“What are ya doing?” He seems completely fed up, like this is the twelfth time it’s happened today.
“My apologies, officer. You see, it’s our honeymoon. We’re from Wisconsin, and well… we’ve never done anything risky like this before. I—” I cover my face to pretend I’m crying, hoping that I will not fuck this up. If this cop takes us in, my fake ID will only get me so far. They’ll find me out. This has got to be the best acting of my life.
“We’re sorry, officer. It won’t happen again. We’ll go back to doing missionary in our hotel bedroom.” Romeo pipes up with a weird accent that sounds more like he has a lisp than a Wisconsin twang. I hold back laughter like my life depends on it— and I guess it does. There is a pause and clanking of something that sounds like handcuffs.Shit. This is it.
“Fine. Get out of here.” I look up to see him turning the ride back on, baton in his hand to guide us out of the park. He walks with us all the way to the gates. Eyes gawking at us, necks turning so quickly they might be giving people whiplash, and then he let us go on our own after we’ve left the perimeter of the fair.
“Fuck.” Romeo breathes, scratching the back of his neck with a laugh. I turn to him, sucking in my lips as I smile in disbelief. “You’re wild, Lydia.” He chuckles and wraps his arm around my waist.
“I’m wild?” I laugh. “You kissed me.” I tilt my chin up at him, raising my brows.
“Excuse me?” He laughs, shaking his head and pretending to be shocked as we walk back to the car.
“You heard me.” I smile as he helps me up into the car.
“Yeah. I think that’s the problem, Lydia.” I bite my grin and furrow my brows innocently.
“I feel like I can…hear you. Really hear you. Like… Read your thoughts.” His eyes are starry, but I know this is another flirt tactic because if he could actually read my thoughts, I’d be screwed— and not in the way I want to be by him. So, all I say is, “Okay,” softly with a smile that makes him believe I’m enchanted.
8
ROMEO
Holy shit. I’m definitely fucking her tonight. Lydia Royce is letting me take her home, and I’m walking her all the way to her bed. There is no stopping us now. She totally wants me. I’ve got her completely falling for my charm. We’re driving along with the directions she’s giving Knox. He told her he could just put her address in his maps, but she insists on telling him turn by turn. I will say it has killed the small-talk pretty quick.