A Lighter Shade of Blue (Kings of Chaos 2)

Shadow chuckles. “Yeah, not long at all.”

His deep voice sends shivers down my spine. Embarrassed, I turn my attention back to Bolton. “What should we do first?”

“Rides then eats. I learned that the hard way.”

I grimace. “Yeah, I remember it vividly.”

He laughs. “Yeah, you would, you were riding the Tilt-O-Whirl with me at the time.”

“Yeech.” I stick my tongue out and shudder.

“Love you, Ma.” He kisses my cheek.

I’m suddenly putty. He’s always felt like my boy, knowing that bond is returned makes me feel like fireworks are exploding in the sky just for me.

“So rides it is,” Shadow says, walking over and standing to my left.

We track down the ticket stand, and I enjoy the brightly lit booths full of games and prizes. The sweet smell of funnel cake mixes with the aroma of kettle corn and fresh fries. My mouth waters thinking about the snacks I’m going to indulge in later. A plastic bag full of blue happiness catches my eyes and I pause. “Cotton candy,” I cry.

Shadow shakes his head, but the smirk on his lips tells me he’s not annoyed. “I think you’ll be all right if you eat some of that first,” he assures me.

I grin. He spoils me in his own way. I ignore the stares of the people around us and grab the bag.

“That’s three dollars,” the curly haired blond boy with the shaky voice says.

“Damn, inflation is serious, huh?” Shadow asks. He fishes his wallet out of his back pocket and tosses him a five. “Keep the change.”

I open the bag and pluck off a puffy lump. The sugar melts on my tongue and I’m reminded of my youth. The fun times with Calla before she became a bitch and my parents started to treat us differently. I smirk when Shadow takes a pinch and pops it into his mouth.

People around us all but drop their jaw at the big, bad biker having fun with his family.

That’s what you get for being so small minded. He’s one of the most loyal, honest, beautiful men I’ve ever met. His soul is so pure it would blind the holiest priest. The sacrifices he makes without question and the depth of his love, astounds me daily.

The three of us finish off the bag and make a beeline to the Scrambler. The minutes fly by in a mixture of dizzying rides, laughter, and fun. After all the insanity, it was a healing serum I couldn’t get enough off.

“I love you guys, but I am not riding this one with you,” Bolton says as we come up to the Ferris wheel. “I see some friends from school over that way.” He points to a group of boys waiting by the bumper cars.

“That’s fair. Boy’s got his own life to live,” Shadow says.

“How about we meet back up in a few hours?” I ask.

“Just be home before midnight, okay? I’ll keep mama bear entertained,” Shadow adds.

“You got it, Dad, see you later, Ma.” He disappears into the crowd before I can answer.

“You don’t want to hang out?” I ask, poking out my lips.

“What I have planned for you isn’t fit for him.”

“What?” I lean in and whisper. “We’re at a carnival.”

“I know. That’s why we have a tunnel of love to explore,” he whispers into my ear. “You scared?”

I nod my head. “What if we get caught?”

He wraps an arm around me. “You know I’ll always take care of you. They call me Shadow for a reason. You’d be surprised what people don’t see. But you have to be a good girl and keep quiet.”

“You don’t do things that inspire silence,” I whisper. My breasts are heavy, my nipples are taut, and my pussy is achy. He’s got a direct line to my desire. With one look or husky whisper, he has me ready to go.