Lover Boy: All American Boy

They patiently wait in line, neither of them broaching conversation. He can’t help but think about how he screwed up. His dick took over his thinking skills and messed up any hope he had of being with Avery. Right now she can barely look at him, finding the tip of her boot more interesting than her companion.

Their turn to load the car comes and he move to step up the ramp, but he notices Avery doesn’t budge.

“Hey,” Logan says, nudging her shoulder, “you ready to ride?”

She nods her head and apologizes before stepping into the car.

The ride jolts as it starts and causes the cars to rock back and forth; the commotion causing Avery to grasp his forearm.

“Sorry,” she expresses as she pulls her hand back, looking at the palm of her hand tentatively as she does so.

And Logan knows she felt it - that spark; that fire; that electricity that surges between their touch.

She looks at him, her blue eyes wide in question, and he can do no more than shrug in explanation. There is no justification for the feeling. It’s not something he has ever read in medical textbooks. It’s something only ever mentioned in movies and novels; Logan never thought the sensation was real.

“You ok, Avery?”

“Yea,” she mutters as she turns her gaze away from him. “Oh wow, would you look at that? It’s beautiful.”

Turning his attention to where she has her gaze pinned, Logan had to admit the view is remarkable. The sun shines brightly on the mountainous treetops and between the valleys sits the county’s lake. It really is a picturesque town and he’s glad that he gets to share this moment with Avery.

“Gorgeous.”

Taking a chance, Logan snakes his fingers through hers as they rest on her lap and, to his surprise, she leans to the side and rests her head on his shoulder. They sit like this as the car continues to rise to the top and then descends to the bottom five more times.

As they exit the Ferris wheel, they find Nikki and Austin waiting for them.

“Let’s get some grub and then we can head over to the dance,” Austin directs as Nikki snuggles into his side, Austin casting an affectionate look in her direction.

Logan notices this quick exchange but opts not to mention it. He wouldn’t have thought of them pursuing something serious together, but see

ing them like this changes his mind.

“Dance?” Avery asks as she cocks an eyebrow in his direction.

And Logan’s dick throbs as her come-hither stare.

Adjusting himself subtly, he simply nods his head yes and lets her know that she’ll have fun. Not that he plans on dancing; line dancing isn’t really his forte.

Nikki steps away from Austin and takes Avery by the arm, escorting her to the giant corndogs. Austin and Logan stay planted to the ground as they watch the girls’ hips swaying as they walk away. Apparently, they’ve garnered the attention of a few onlookers as well because a handful of wolf-whistles and cat-calls echo above the crowd. The girls don’t even notice, too busy talking amongst themselves.

“I want her,” Austin mutters to himself.

“I know the feeling,” Logan murmurs in reply.

Boy, do I know the feeling.

The men trail behind the girls like lost souls, entranced by their siren song.

Nikki tugs Avery onto the dance floor the moment they cross the barrier and they immediately fall into step for a song Austin says is called the “Electric Slide.” Logan doesn’t feel the need to question how or why he knows this.

Once the song switches, the girls are swooped up by some of the older men and shown how to “two-step,” Austin once again informs Logan.

“How do you know so much about country dancing?”

“Uh, because I was born and raised here?” he replies as if Logan had asked a ridiculous question.

Noticing how the man who is dancing with Nikki trails his hand a little low for Austin’s liking, he stalks onto the dance floor and effortlessly pulls her into step with him. Avery stifles a giggle at Austin’s caveman antics and sends a look of challenge in Logan’s direction.