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I’mso mad at him thatIlay it on thick.Thesecond he sits down next to me and hands me my beer,Isidle up to him, pressing my thigh into his.Ipick up his arm and drape it over my shoulders, and do my best to burrow into him.Ireach up and twine my fingers through the hand hanging over my shoulder because an arm over the shoulder isn’t enough, not when we could also be holding hands.
Twocan play at this game,Jackson.Ifhe wants us to look convincing, oh, he’ll get convincing.Iwill match every ounce of his stupid fake possessiveness with a pound of clingy-ness.Everysingle person at this carnival is going to leave knowing exactly how intoJacksonWatersIam.Exactly.
Ismile and laugh along asJacksontalks with his brothers and friends.Andeventually,Ifeel less pissy.ButI’mstill going to makeJacksonpay for being such a dick to me.
AllofJackson’sbrothers are apparently single, andIhave no idea how that’s possible.They’reall handsome and have great smiles.Everysingle one of them makes me laugh.I’veseen more than one girl in this town stare longingly at them, but they don’t even seem to notice.So, being oblivious runs in theWatersfamily.Gotit.
WhenItake the last sip of my second beer,Jacksonthrows back the remaining half of his first.
“Whatdid you want to do first?Gamesor rides?”Hesounds completely normal, like we didn’t have a fight forty-five minutes ago in the middle of the carnival.Andanother one in the truck on the way here.
Noone would know that he threatened to drag me off behind some trees andspankme.MaybeIshould have let him?Hewould have had quite a shock when it turned out thatIliked it.I’mnot totally certain thatIwould have liked it.I’venever been spanked before.Notas a kid and definitely not during sex.ButIhave a feeling that anythingJacksonwanted to do to me during sex would be just fine with me.AndIcan’t imagine his hands on my bare ass being anything but sexy as hell.
“Howabout games?”Iask sweetly, batting my lashes and pretending to be shy.
“Games, it is.”Henods at the table. “We’llsee you all in a bit.”
Jacksonstands up and then takes my hands, helping me to my feet, steadying me, asIclimb out of the picnic table.Thesetables always make me anxious.Extricatingyourself from one requires the grace and leg strength of a ballerina and the contortionist abilities of a human circus performer.Neitherof which are skillsIpossess.
OnceI’mup and safely clear of the picnic table,Jacksonreleases one of my hands but keeps the other one.Heslides his fingers between mine and rubs the back of my hand with his thumb.ThewayJacksonholds my hand isintimate, andI’mgetting way too comfortable with it.
Thenhe leads me toward the games.
chapterforty-two
jackson
Ishould let go of her hand.Idon’t need to have myself wrapped around her at all times to prove that we’re in a relationship.
OnlyIcan’t help myself.
ThewaySelenasnuggled into me at the table,IthoughtIwas going to cum in my jeans.Ihad to adjust myself more than once, so she wouldn’t lose an eye if she happened to glance down towards the table where my cock was trying to single-handedly destroy the zipper of my jeans and dive into her mouth.
Idon’t know that the hell she’s playing at tonight, but she’s for damn sure winning.AndI’mfor damn sure losing.
Theonly wayI’dbe winning was ifIhad dragged her off behind those trees, pulled up her dress, ripped her panties, and left my handprint in the soft flesh of her ass.
It’sprobably a good thing she didn’t defy me again.BecauseIdoubtIwould have stopped with spanking her.Anaked-from-the-waist-downSelenaacross my lap would not be standing up again beforeIcame in her pussy.
chapterforty-three
selena
“Becareful with that thing.”
“Why?It’snot like it’s a real gun!”Aimingat the clay disk ten feet away,Isqueeze the trigger on the heavy toy rifle.Idon’t hit the clay disk or anywhere near it.Butthere’s a convincing bullet lodged in the plywood back wall of the booth. “Wait, that sounded like a real gun.Andis that a bullet?”
“It’sa twenty-two.Thisis the country.Ifit looks like a gun, it’s probably a gun, baby.”
“I’mholding a real gun?”I’msuddenly so nervousIalmost drop it.I’dprobably shoot myself in the boob or something ifIdropped it.
Jackson’shands fall to cover mine.Hegently pulls the gun from me and places it on the table.
“Shestill has another four tries,” the guy behind the booth says.
“Ithink she’s done,”Jacksonmutters.
“Canyou shoot?Thatpink poodle is really cute.Itlooks just likeOats.Butpink.”
