Giddiness fills me. “Wow. I had no idea. But I’m kinda glad I didn’t know. I probably wouldn’t have been able to talk. Did she say anything else?”
“She’s serious about me making her a journal.”
“And you’re going to do it, right?”
Kane grabs the wagon, and we walk to my car to put everything away so we can enjoy the rest of the evening.
“Yeah, I think so. Her husband was really into leatherworking. The guy was known for his skills in the community, so it’s kinda full circle in a way that she likes my work.”
“Proud of you, babe.”
“Thank you. I’m proud of you too. I know how nervous you were today, but look, you sold out in record time. And you spoke to every single person who walked over. That’s progress, sweetheart.”
Kane and I load my trunk, and he tells me the ranch hands are coming back later to take down the tent.
“I can’t believe it. I just hope Harper is impressed.”
He chuckles. “Oh, she will be. She used to get nervous at these things too. Hadleigh would have to walk her off the ledge.”
“Really?” I ask.
He nods and wraps his arm around me. We go back into the festival, and several locals ask if they can take pictures with us like our costumes are the main attraction. As we’re waiting in line for a caramel apple, I overhear someone talking about the older woman dressed as a devil.
I elbow Kane and nod toward them so he can listen too.
“Was her husband Moses?”
“Dorothy, he was Jesus.”
“That’s ballsy, considering the whole town is here.”
“Yeah, but what a statement.”
We grab our sweet treats, and I turn to him. “Rose is gonna be the talk of the town.”
“Ma’am, she clearly already is.” He snickers.
We walk toward the gigantic wooden spook house built just for this event. As the sun sets, the bright purple and green lights reveal the eyes of an entrance that resembles Frankenstein. Smoke from the machines fills the ground as the kids' and adults’ screams echo throughout the structure.
“You wanna do this?” He looks over at me, then chomps into his apple.
“Actually, jump scares really aren’t my thing. But can we ride the Ferris wheel?”
“Absolutely,” he tells me, but we take a stroll through the pumpkin patch first. There are several different sizes and colors laid all around with hay bales around the perimeter. Teenagers are taking selfies as Kane interlocks his fingers with mine.
I love being with him in public, love letting everyone know he’s mine and I’m his. After we buy a few tickets, we wait in line for the only ride I care about. When it’s our turn to get on the Ferris wheel, Kane asks the guy if we can be alone in our basket, then slips him a ten.
Somehow, it works. While people are slowly loading, his lips crash into mine. I take the opportunity to devour him as our tongues violently twist together. Moans escape me as his hand moves under my shirt and cups my bare breast.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Your nipples are hard as a rock.”
“I need you,” I whimper when he pulls away and kisses up my neck to my ear.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers. We stop at the very top, and Kane takes the opportunity to slip his hand inside my pants. When his fingers brush against my clit, my pussy throbs with anticipation. He shoves two digits inside, and the excitement of what we’re doing has me ready to combust.
“Kane,” I quietly say as he slides his fingers in and out. “Let’s get out of here.”
When we start moving again, he removes his hands from my panties and places his fingers in his mouth. The eye contact is intense, sexy, and possessive, just the way I like.
“Mmm. Sweet and wet.”
I smile as he slides his lips against mine, allowing me to taste myself. “If this damn Ferris wheel doesn’t stop and let us off in the next five minutes, I’m gonna fuck you right here.”
My eyes shift to where his cock is, and I can see it’s raging. The costume isn’t doing him any favors of hiding his arousal either.
“Is that a stick of butter in your pocket or…?”
Kane takes my hand and places it on his hardness. “Does it feel soft to you?”
He lets out a groan as I trace the outline of his dick with my finger. I need him like the desert needs rain. When the ride finally comes to a halt and we exit, I let out a sigh of relief.
I wrap my arms around his neck and slide my tongue into his mouth.
“Let’s get the hell outta here,” he states, and we rush to the car.
We contemplate pulling over but go straight home instead.
As soon as we walk inside his house, we remove our clothing. By the time we stumble into the bedroom, we’re completely naked. We’re ravenous and desperate, and nothing in the world matters right now other than being together. Kane’s touch and kisses consume me as he fucks me hard but slow.