Chapter 9

Richie dragged in a deep breath as her fingers slid into the back of his shirt. He’d always enjoyed the feel of a woman in his arms, but never to the point where he’d been ready to rip her clothes off in public. Well, not this public.

Elena shuddered as the cage pitched, shifting her so the long, hard length of him bumped against her. God, he was huge. She trembled as she raked her nails up his sides, her breathing hitching as she pressed even closer. The contact causing an ache so overwhelming, she didn’t even know where to put herself. All she knew was that it needed to be with him.

His body reacted to her nearness and the rich, clean scent of her. She surrounded him, legs, thighs and arms. Her lithe little body fit as if she were made for him. He groaned as she rocked back on him, tugging her tighter into him. The heat of them, the friction of the denim pushed thought further out of reach. He was reacting only to her, to the moment and the undeniable heat.

Elena whimpered softly as her lips slid from his mouth to his neck, nibbling at his Adam’s apple before moving to his jugular where his heartbeat pounded beneath her mouth. Dragging in an uneven breath she moved up to his ear, her tongue tracing a path along his earlobe, her fingernails scraping at the smooth line of his stomach around to the edges of his buckle. His uneven breathing making her bold.


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Kate cringed as she saw her friend's fingers disappear in front of her. No longer content to be on his shoulders or around his back, she'd moved her hands down to settle between the two of them. God knew what she was doing.

Suddenly the bet didn’t seem as safe as it once was. Elena was rarely so out of control. In fact, she’d normally tease the hell out of a guy before he even got the chance to get his hands on her. But this…Her eyes widened as the obvious tangle of hands and skin were heading into dark territory.

“Shit,” she muttered.

”Worried?” Jon grinned evilly and swung the left hand side of his body into the basket, the cage tipping precariously. Metal groaned against metal as the four of them rocked hard against the seats.

Richie never lost his grip on the girl. She was now nearly astride him, her head dropped back as Richie went to town on her neck. Jon leaned back causing a slight backward swing before pushing hard left again.

“You don’t play fair,” Kate muttered and kicked at his foot.

“No, I play to win, there’s a difference.”


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Elena moaned, her fingers sliding over the laces at the front of his pants before undoing them enough to slide her hand inward to cup the steel she'd only felt over clothing before. The angle wasn’t quite right and she groaned in frustration. Lips again met lips as she pressed against him, a fire growing somewhere deep inside of her.

Richie pushed himself against her hand. He wanted to feel her fingers wrapped around him, but didn’t trust himself to stop at this point. He could feel the tension inside of her and lifted his hips rolling against her. When he heard the quick gasp and felt the undeniable shudder he kept the rhythm until she pushed back. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he caught her lips, drawing her around him, rocking her until the tremors changed to breathy gasps.

Her hand finally found him, gliding over the length of him. Soft gasps echoing against his lips as she slowly tightened her grip. The madness gripping them both until she slid down his length again, her hips arching against him. He could feel the heat of her through her jeans. He knew, even here he could have her, knew in his gut that it would be mind blowing. Her gasps grew louder as the passion grew even hotter.

"Baby, I can't. You can't be nameless. Please," he stilled her hand.

His words echoed through her passion fogged brain and registered. God, she still hadn't given him a name. Shutting her eyes against the scalding sensory overload she was riding she said, "Elena.” Hoarsely she sucked in another breath, “I'm Elena."

His control had slipped so completely, that he was in a near panic to drag it in, find some semblance of self, and her name burned through the lust. "Elena," he groaned. "Elena," he said raggedly.


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The two of them were getting beyond out of control. Looking away, because it felt far too intimate to watch, Kate gasped when the car made a quick, harsh groan of gears.

The basket righted itself as they crowned the upper most point of the ride and they all flew to the right. The jarring left her disorientated and the playfulness of the ride slipped away when Jon’s slim body tangled with hers. Looking up to see Jon hover over her, their mouths a mere breath apart, was not part of the plan.

Startling blue eyes gazed down at her before a smile kicked at the corner of his lips. "Oops," he said, but made no effort to move away.

She shifted on the bench and the rock hard length of a thigh kicked her heart into third gear. Kate could taste the Coke on his breath. Or was it his lips? She was lost. Quickly sitting up, she stomped down on the aggressive hormones that wanted to be heard. "Get off me!" She said and pushed.

He fell back against the cage wall, the basket swinging again with the momentum. "Sure thing," he said, amused at the response. So the little redhead wasn’t as immune to him as he first thought. He stayed in the place she'd shoved him to, at least for the moment.

She sat up as the ride slowly came to a halt, looking over to see that Elena and Richie were slowly disengaging as well.

Kate pushed her hair out of her eyes and moved to the far side of the bench