Chapter 8

Richie laughed and settled himself next to his little dynamo. "My lap is slightly softer than that seat, if you're interested." His dimple winked. "Then you wouldn't have to look up so high."

"Think you can handle it cutie pie?" Elena grinned, her eyes sparkling as she parked her butt on his thighs.

His arm slid around her waist and he realized just how tiny she was. His hand could span her back with room to spare. But the ease in which she settled into the crook of his arm, and across his thighs spoke of a familiarity neither one of them could deny. And when he heard her little sigh, he let his fingers climb up her very soft and very naked back until her silky dark hair whispered over his fingers and wrist. With a quick tilt back the basket swung gently.

She wriggled slightly, pushing back a little to lean against his chest. He was solid and warm in a way that reached out and tugged at something inside of her. Shifting again, her hips brushed teasingly until she could feel and hear the swish of denim against denim.

Richie bit back a groan as he shifted her so the press of his arousal wasn't entirely obvious. He didn’t have to look like a complete pervert here, but when the cage made another swift, rolling swing he couldn’t hide it. His cock was uncomfortably trapped behind a zipper. His mouth gaped as Jon heaved back on his bench then leaned forward, laughing when the girl next to him gave him a feral grin and rocked with him.

Elena gasped softly as the cage swung and rocked, her fingers clutching at Richie’s shoulders for balance as she shifted again. The thick length of his arousal bumped along her hip, her eyes fluttered closed as lust hit her hard and fast. She’d never been this instantly attracted to a man in her life.

When her little fingers gripped his shoulder he scooped her closer. "Hey guys, cut it out!"

Kate bumped shoulder to shoulder with Jon. "Cut what out?"

Elena gasped and pressed tighter to Richie, "Telling her to stop will make her do it harder, Sport."

"Well, you did want to get to know him better. Does he have a nice lap?" Kate grinned and tilted forward as Jon did and the cage swung wildly. Watching her friend get shaken and stirred up by a guy was a novelty. Usually it was Lains doing the stirring.

Elena's eyes flew open as she flushed a vivid pink. "I’m just hanging on for dear life here, girlfriend."

Never one to be motion sick, Richie enjoyed the wiggling female until her thighs began to part, to keep herself upright. The hard length of him wanted that v, and he had to fight hard not to press himself against her. When she squeaked a little he knew that he'd been less than successful in keeping his hard on a secret.

Elena's head tilted upwards, heat soaked brown eyes searching his face as her hips shifted up then down slowly before giving a slight roll right to left. Slender fingers splayed over his broad back before nails dug in to hold on, her tongue flicking out to wet her dry lips.

His eyes dropped to her mouth then back to her eyes and followed instinct. Groaning when her lips met his, his fingers gripped her hips, dragging her closer until the heat of her body was just as complete as the connection between their lips and tongue. His fingers slid higher, tangling in the cool silk sheets texture of her hair until she met him stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss.

Soft whimpers echoed in her throat as her fingers slipped up to glide through his long, surprisingly thick hair. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her mind whirling with the obvious heat and maleness that was Richie. This stranger who affected her more with one kiss than the last three relationships she’d had.

Elena’s hips arched against him again, as her fingers slid down to find the braided belt cinching his jeans tight. Muttering a curse, her fingers roamed up, tracing along his spine.

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Oblivious to the other two, Kate laughed like a loon as the cage swung wider with each press and lunge she and Jon did in a perfect tandem. His face took on the excitement of a kid with the baby face freshness of his complexion. Gone was the sly innuendo and all that was left behind was the fun.

Kate snorted, realizing she was having way too much fun. “You’re not so bad when you’re not hitting on me,” she said with a grin.

“Thanks, I think,” Jon said wryly as they dropped against the metal backing of their seat. A little out of breath from the crunches and the laughter.

”Think we did enough damage?” Knowing she'd probably pay with a...Well shit. She whipped her gaze back to Jon and slapped a hand over her mouth. Choking on a laugh, "Umm, I think we did too good of a job."

Jon glanced at Kate and nodded to the groping couple, as he threw his weight in the opposite direction. When the cage swung wildly out in a new direction, he grinned. "Yep. Wanna keep at it?"

Swallowing a laugh, she tried for a serious tone in her voice. "This isn't the Naked Ferris Wheel, Jon."

He leaned close to her and whispered, "I'll bet you a kiss,” he paused for effect. “It just might be for those two if we keep it up."

Sputtering, she couldn't stop herself from looking at his lips. Lips that were far too perfect, far too soft and far too tempting. "I'm not as free with my kisses," she said stubbornly as she forced her gaze up to his eyes.

He grinned, "Chicken?” he challenged. “Winner chooses who gets kissed. Will they or won't they if we keep this up?"

"So, let me get this straight…if my girl behaves herself," she looked at Elena with her utter and complete lip lock on Richie, “Then I can choose who kisses whom? Anyone in this cage?"

"Unh-uh. You can choose who I kiss. It’s not fair to put them in this. If she behaves,” he glanced at the little pocket rocket currently crawling all over his best friend and grinned. Richie had it in the bag. “You can choose the biggest dog here for me to kiss."

The thought of his lips on anyone else’s but hers suddenly rankled. "You're on," Kate said and gentled her rocking.

His grin slid into a smirk. "Just to make this clear…You’re betting me that she won’t do more than kiss him in this cage. And if Elena manages to control herself, you choose the one I kiss?"

"That's right, Sugar. I'll find someone to kiss you. I'm sure I can dupe some young idiot to give up her lips to yours.”

Jon's grin widened. She’d have a harder time finding one that wouldn’t, but that was neither here nor there. "And if she does more, I get to choose who YOU kiss?" He held out a hand to shake on it.

"Just what is your definition of more?" She said hesitantly keeping her fingers out of his reach.

Jon leaned on and whispered softly, "I’m betting they get it on in front of us, honey."

Kate went from hesitant to sure in a moment. "You got yourself a deal."

He grasped her hand for a brief instant and shook it. "Let the rocking begin."

Kate prayed she didn't just make the biggest mistake of her life as she dug in and rocked the cage until the swing groaned on the well oiled hinges.