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My mouth devours hers as my hand cups her breast. They’re definitely fuller than they were when we were younger and a lot more sensitive, if her mewls of pleasure are any indication. I move the material aside and slip my palm against the warm skin. Her body practically ignites as she seeks out the sweet friction of my hand. When I pinch her nipple, she detonates, her needy cries sending tingles down my spine that land heavily in my balls. I’m pretty sure I could take this woman right here, right now, in the middle of the world’s cheesiest ride, and not give a single fuck about witnesses or repercussions.
Unfortunately, it’s as she’s seeking out more contact with my hand when I realize our dark ride is coming to an end. I pry my lips from hers and rip away my hand, helping right her bra and top just as we’re bathed in light once more. The ride jerks to a stop, the young kid manning the exit giving me a knowing smirk.
I stand up, my own legs a little shaky, and offer assistance to Kate. Her lower limbs are in even worse shape than my own, which makes for a fun exit from the ride. Not to mention her lightly mussed hair, the fact her shirt is slightly askew, and her lips are swollen and red. I try to save face a little, glancing over to the young guy and saying, “She’s not much of a ride-taker.”
He laughs right in my face though, and whispers, “Looks like she enjoyed the hell out of the ride.”
Of course, Kate hears his comment and gasps beside me. I can tell she’s ready to fire off a quick-witted retort, and decide to save a little face, pulling her along beside me. “That was rude,” she replies when we’re walking away from the House of Horrors.
I snort. “Rude, but true. You look a little…excited,” I reply, my voice dropping dangerously low.
Her eyes dilate even more and her pinked cheeks turn a shade darker. Instead of trying to deny the state of her appearance and her body, she leans in and whispers, “Well, I have always loved that ride.”
My balls tighten painfully as I gaze down at her. Every time we’ve fooled around on that ride flashes before my eyes. I’m a millisecond away from dragging her back in line for a second trip when I hear a familiar voice break through the lust-filled fog choking me.
“Daddy!”
I glance to the side just as Max launches himself at my legs. Snatching him as he flies through the air, I feel the weight of my ex-wife’s judgmental eyes almost immediately. Choosing to ignore her at the moment, I focus on my son. “Hey, Buddy, are you enjoying the festival?”
“Yeah! I ate a big corndog and cheese fries,” he tells me, a toothy grin on his happy face.
“I can tell,” I laugh, noting the dried cheese left behind from his dinner.
“Kate! Can I come over and find more treasure?” he asks, giving all of his attention to the woman at my side.
“Hey, Maxwell! You can come over any time and look for more treasure,” Kate replies, returning my son’s warm smile and giggle.
“My name’s not Maxwell,” he laughs. “It’s just Max!”
“Well, Just Max, the invitation stands,” she agrees before turning her eyes to my ex-wife. “Hello, Ashley.”
It’s the first time I glance at the woman I share a son with, and the look on her face is exactly as I anticipated. It’s a mixture of anger and shock, most likely because I never confirmed the Kate Max talked about was the Kate from my past. Now, there’s no denying it, since they’re face-to-face.
“Kathryn,” Ashley bites out as if just saying the name has left a horrible taste in her mouth. “When did you get to town?”
“A few weeks ago,” Kate replies politely.
“Well, it’s good to have you back. I’m sure Jensen was very pleased,” she says, glancing my way. Then she turns back to Kate with a spiteful grin and says, “And obviously, you’ve been very pleased recently too.”
I can’t help the gasp that slips from my mouth at her insinuation. No, she’s not far off course, but who actually says something like that, and with our son in earshot? Kate doesn’t stoop to her level, though. She just civilly smiles and adds, “It has been a very pleasant visit with Jensen and Just Max. I’ve enjoyed spending what little time I have with them.”
Ashley turns her glare my way. Max, fortunately, seems completely oblivious that his mom is a mere one step away from punching me in the face. Ashley was never a violent woman—I wouldn’t have married her if she was—but there has always been this underlying issue when it came to Kate. There was always a jealousy there, smoldering beneath the surface. Even though she had nothing to worry about, since Kate was long gone from the picture when we got together, she just always hated what I had before her.
Now, it’s liable to only get worse.
“Well, I’m sure you two have more important things to do, so Max and I will leave you to it,” Ashley says, taking Max by the hand and guiding him away from where I stand.
“I’ll see you Monday morning, Buddy,” I tell my son, eager to have him back at my place. The reversed week is always a little harder, since we each have him for a longer period of time right before or after, but we make it work. Normally, I would pick him up after school on Monday, but since it’s the Labor Day holiday, I get him in the morning before his mom goes to work at the hospital.
Max runs back to me, throws his arms around my waist, and squeezes. “Love you, Daddy. Bye Kate,” he hollers with a wave before running back to his mom. Ashley manages one final icy glare before turning and disappearing into the mass of people.
“Well, that was fun,” Kate says beside me.
“She hasn’t always been so…unfriendly. You’re taking that well,” I tell her, turning my attention away from the crowd and back to the woman at my side.
She shrugs. “What am I going to do? Be all hard and snappy? Max doesn’t need to see that, and frankly, what happened between the two of you has nothing to do with me.”
I’m afraid she’s a little off base. When I look back on my marriage to Ashley, I know I never really gave her my entire heart. She received only part of it, by no fault of her own. No, the fault behind my failed marriage rests solely on my shoulders, even if she did make it quite difficult from time to time. I’m the asshole in this picture, and that’s okay. I deserve it. I’ll never regret marrying Ashley, though I do wish I had gone about everything a little differently.
Sensing the heaviness of the moment and the weight of my thoughts, Kate offers me a smile and reaches for my hand. “Come on, you owe me a corndog.”
