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“That depends on what you have in mind. And if it involves Port-O-Potties I’m outta here.”
“That’s pretty gross.”
Okay, we’re on the same page. I could slide back into horny mode.
Just the thought made me a bit nervous. This had all been a game when we were in the car and when we first got in line, but as I seriously considered the fact that this guy wanted to do something here, in public, my heart began to thud in my chest.
“Braden,” I said. “Um, I know we drove all the way here and everything, but I really think I’d like to go someplace else.”
He wrapped his arms around me and put his chin against my forehead. It was a warm and familiar gesture. It felt like we’d been dating for ages. This was my man. If for only this moment, Braden was my man.
“We can go anywhere you want,” he said.
He slid his face down so that his mouth was next to my ear.
Ah…oh…hmm.
His tongue touched my earlobe. It just grazed it, but I swear that little flick of his damp tongue made me wet. I felt like pulling my panties off and kicking them away. They were a distraction. But without them I might feel moisture running down my leg.
“Mandy,” he whispered, the heat of his breath tickling my ear.
I’m going to melt right here.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. He probably could have asked me to jump off the fucking Empire State Building and I would’ve nodded and reached for his zipper. His voice was powerful.
“We can leave if you really want to,” he continued. “But I promise you, this is going to be fun. And I promise you we won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
And I promise to drain every ounce of semen you have in your ball sack.
What? I didn’t say it. I was just thinking it.
Needless to say, we went ahead and purchased our tickets. Game on.
I wouldn’t say we had the place to ourselves. Plenty of couples were still milling about as we made our way in.
“Two hours, folks,” a security guard warned us.
“Carnies stick to a strict schedule,” Braden whispered.
“Must be those carnie unions,” I replied.
I liked his sense of humor and I liked even more that he seemed to get mine. Being with him wasn’t difficult. It seemed almost too easy.
He bought us sodas and funnel cakes and we snacked while we discussed our families and talked about how he knew Vince and Susie. We talked a little bit about our jobs. He was trying to make me more comfortable, and that was nice, but comfort wasn’t exactly what I needed.
It seemed he’d forgotten about this game we were supposed to play. As I looked around at the thinning crowds and down at the 9:30 pm mark on Braden’s watch, I realized whatever was supposed to go down here better get going before we ran out of time.
And if I play my cards right, what’s about to go down…will hopefully be him.
When he changed the subject to his dog, Ralphie, I’d just about had it with the bullshit.
“You know, I’m not made of glass,” I told him.
He stopped talking, taking my hand in his and rubbing it gently. The bit of warmth made the wind blowing around us seem chillier than it had felt just a moment before. I realized I was actually a little bit cold.
“I don’t know what that means,” he admitted, blushing, embarrassed.
“What?” I asked, unsure as to why he seemed ashamed.
