Page 58 of Small Town Swoo
“Fine,” I said, mostly to change the subject. “I will.”
When we were done eating, Dash bought me a funnel cake, which I nibbled on as we wandered from one game booth to another. He did his best to win me a prize while I cheered him on, and eventually, he succeeded at some kind of bean bag-toss Tic-Tac-Toe challenge—I ended up walking away with a giant stuffed bear.
“What are you going to call him?” Dash asked as I hugged him tight.
“Bulge, of course.”
He groaned. “Of course.”
I checked the time on my phone. “I hate to say this, but we should probably head back. It’s already going on seven.”
“Xander said there was no rush.”
“I know, but I still need to grab my car, and I shouldprobably change my shirt.” I glanced down at my chest. “I got powdered sugar all over it.”
“It suits you,” he said with a grin. “But sure. We can head out. Maybe I’ll come sit at the bar while you’re working tonight.”
I smiled. “That would be fun.”
As we started walking toward the parking lot, he slipped his hand into mine. With the bear he’d won tucked under my left arm and the fingers of my right hand laced with his, I tipped my head against his shoulder for a moment. At that moment, I wasn’t even sure mywedding daywould compare to this one.
I wished it never had to end.
I watched the carnival lights grow blurry in the sideview mirror as we left them behind. “Thank you so much for celebrating with me today,” I said. “That was so much fun.”
“You deserve to be celebrated.” He was silent for a moment, his eyes on the road. “And speaking of fun.”
“Yes?”
“Last night.”
My heart skipped like a flat stone over a still lake. “You had fun last night?”
“Fuck yeah, I did.”
“What did you do?” I studied his handsome profile, an amused smile on my face.
His mouth twitched as he glanced my way. “I was texting with this girl I know, and things got kind of hot.”
“Really?” I rested my elbow on my stomach and my chin on my knuckles. “Tell meabout it.”
“Well, it’s a little tricky, because this girl, I’ve known her forever. She’s my little sister’s best friend, and she’s my friend too. But last night, I said some things to her that were borderline inappropriate.”
“Borderline inappropriate, oh dear.”
“I told her I think about her naked.”
“My, my.”
“I believe I mentioned wanting to hear her beg for my cock.”
I feigned clutching my pearls. “Heavens to Betsy!”
“And Imayhave let something slip about wanting to fuck her with my tongue.”
“Hmm. Well.” My blood was simmering. “Yes, I can see where that might have muddied the waters of friendship a bit.”
“Well, that’s only the first part of it.” He reached over and put his hand on my thigh, sliding it toward my crotch as he spoke. “Then I told her to lick her fingers and spread her legs. I told her to touch herself. Right here.” He rubbed me through my pants, sending that simmer toward a roiling boil. “I told her I wanted to make her come.”
