Swing and a Mishap (Summersweet Island 2)

With a few more jerky pumps of his hips between my legs, Shepherd groans and then collapses against me, pinning me harder against the mirror while we both pant and try to catch our breaths.

“Jesus Christ, you make me come in an embarrassingly short amount of time,” he complains with a small chuckle, our bodies still pressed tightly together, and I enjoy my view of Shepherd’s bare ass in the reflection over his shoulder.

With his cock still pulsing inside me, my body clenches around him again while I stare at the picture we make in the mirror, and I smile when Shepherd lets out another loud groan, complaining about how I’m going to kill him. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are bright and wild-looking as Shepherd holds me pinned against the mirror at my back, and my legs are still wrapped tightly around his waist. My ankles are locked together above that great ass, with his shorts pushed down right below it, because he didn’t even bother taking them all the way off he needed inside me so badly.

“I will never again in my life call vanilla ice cream boring.” I sigh contentedly, running my fingers gently through Shepherd’s hair after almost ripping it all out by the roots, while he peppers kisses along my shoulder and up the side of my neck as he pulls his hips back and pulls himself out of me.

I’ve never acknowledged the fact that I looked up what the purple rose meant right after our first date, and Shepherd has never asked me if I did. I know he’s just waiting for me, giving me time, and not wanting to put any pressure on me. And even though I know telling someone you love them probably isn’t ideal right after they gave you your first screaming oral orgasm, I can’t help it, and the words are right there on the tip of my tongue just begging to be unleashed. Shepherd is just going to continue being perfect and amazing and making all my dreams come true, and keeping one last stupid wall up with him out of fear of getting hurt is just silly and a waste of time.

Deciding it might be best to actually put on pants before I make this declaration of love, I swallow my words until we’re at least out of the funhouse and away from all the orgasms.

“Not so basic now, am I?” Shepherd asks with a smirk as he keeps his hands on my hips and holds me steady while I unwrap my legs from around him and slide them down until my feet are back on the carpet.

“Eh, you’re all right. That ice cream cone was really the star here tonight.”

My laughter is cut off by a squeal when Shepherd brings his palm down with a smack against my ass then kisses that squeal right out of my mouth, while I think about the best way to tell him I love the shit out of him.“Yo! Don’t forget your AmEx, dude.”

Shepherd just laughs at the shocked look on my face when we exit the funhouse, and he grabs his credit card a carnie holds up between two of his fingers as he leans against a light post. Well, the only two fingers he has on that hand….

“Don’t look at me like that; I already told you what I did to secure that funhouse,” Shepherd says with another laugh, sliding his freaking black AmEx into his wallet before shoving it into the front pocket of his shorts and then grabbing my hand as we walk toward the parking lot. “Don’t worry; I called and put a limit on it first. I’m not an amateur.”

“You’re insane.” I shake my head at him with a huge smile on my face that I just can’t seem to erase ever since Shepherd got back down on his knees in the funhouse and helped me put my shorts back on before we walked out here.

“What’s insane is that I will be tasting you on my lips for the rest of the night, driving me crazy while I’m in my bed without you.”

I shiver at his words, and Shepherd lets go of my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulders, tugging me against his side as we walk past all of the closed and dark rides and shut-down booths.

“Shepherd, I—”

My phone chimes with a text, cutting me off and pissing me right the hell off for the interruption, until I pull it out and see it’s from Owen. Since he’s probably home by now and alone, I should make sure there isn’t an emergency. And besides, I’d kind of like to text Owen before we get home to see how he feels about Shepherd possibly having a sleepover. He spent the night when his parents slept on my couch, but he slept on the floor in the middle of the living room. I don’t know how appropriate it is to have a man spend the night in my bedroom, since I’ve never had to cross this bridge before, but Owen’s going to have to get used to it at some point. And tonight, there’s no way I’m letting Shepherd go back to his place after he drops me off. Plus, I’m hoping after what I tell him, he won’t want to leave my side anyway.