Page 50 of Losing Faith

She smiles over at Belle before holding her hand out to her and the pair walk ahead of me. I take them in and you would’ve thought our outfits were planned with the way Lisette coincidentally matched our western boots and black shirts.

I pay for all of us when we get to the front and they hand us each a basket.

“We should pick apples last so we don’t have to carry the heavy basket all day.”

Lisette agrees and Isabelle pulls her hand to the table of people bobbing for apples.

“Lissy, you go and I’ll record.” Belle pulls my phone out of my pocket before turning the camera on.

Lisette looks between the people at the table and I give her a push. “Go ahead.”

It’s clear she doesn’t want to but after pinning my kid against me, I’m giving her a hard time.

She rolls her eyes at me before flipping me off. I step in Isabelle’s line of sight before she can see. I keep my eyes on her as she lines up with the two other people and the old man at the front explains the rules to them.

Everyone puts their hands behind their back when he tells them to, but, of course, Lisette keeps her hands on the table.

I shake my head as I take a step behind her and lean into her ear. “Cheater.”

“Shut up.”

I let out a low chuckle before glancing over at Belle. When I notice she’s recording the cotton candy machine, I turn back to Lisette. Taking both her hands in one of mine, I hold them behind her back.

She glances over her shoulder at me, her eyes focused on my lips and there my heart goes again, speeding up.

“You didn’t say anything in the car earlier.” She leans back, pushing her ass to my dick. I suck in a breath of surprise, but neither of us move.

“What do youwant?”

I look between her eyes as they trail down to my lips. “What doyouwant?”

A smirk grows on her face. “I asked first, JJ.”

My breathing gets heavier as I become more aware of every inch of her pressed against me. My eyes cast down her frame, and with the way she’s angled, I can see into her shirt. Her pink lacy bra changes the entire meaning of the color for me.

“Say it,” she taunts.

Before I can admit I want her, someone blows a whistle and the two people beside us dunk their heads in the water.

I give Lisette a push and she follows suit, bobbing for the apples, but as she bends over, she pushes against me harder. A low grunt escapes me, but I don’t move and she doesn’t try hardnotto rub against me.

One of the contestants finishes and when Lisette notices, she shakes her face of the water, a tired breath escaping her.

“You’re not going to finish?” I almost call her a sore loser, but she leans her back to my front before looking up at me with those damn eyes.

“I’ll finish another time.”

My cock twitches at her words, and when she glances down, I know she felt it. I quickly unhand her and take a necessary step away. Just as I do, Isabelle tilts the camera to the red and orange trees above us before turning to us.

“Oh, did you win?”

“She gave up like a sore loser,” I answer for Lisette, and when I turn to look at her, she’s drying her face with a towel someone hands her.

My eyes follow the water dripping into the front of her button-up shirt and I swallow the dryness in my throat at the sight of a bit of cleavage showing. Her pink bra is on the front of my mind. She has the bottom of her button-up tied and my mind runs wild at the bit of skin showing.

Fuck.

I cannotbe thinking about half the things running through my mind regarding this girl. My eyes don’t hear those thoughts as they scan down the rest of her frame. I take in the way her shorts hug her waist, but then my eyes land on her thighs and I notice the scars on both of them.

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