Page 6 of Taking a Tumble
Hudson whistles. “Look at you go, man. She’s so hot.”
A growl leaves my lips before I can stop it, something hot and possessive rising inside me listening to him objectify Tabitha like that. I mean, he’s right, she is hot. But he shouldn’t be looking at her that way.She’s mine.
Before I can unpackthatalpha-male reaction, I turn and walk away from the cider stand, shoulders stiff, barely stopping myself from crushing the flimsy paper cups I’m still holding.
When I get back to Tabitha, she reaches for one of the cups, her nose scrunching up adorably. “Thank you, Kaz. You okay?”
I plop down on the blanket beside her before I answer. “Yeah, just glad to be back here with you.”
That softens her features and gets me a genuine smile again. Before either of us can say something else, a screech rips from the speakers, followed by the mayor’s voice. The whole crowd flinches.
“Good evening, Ghostlight Falls! And welcome to ninety's night! It’s time to travel back thirty or so years and relive your youth. Please welcomeThe Holey Wonders!”
The crowd claps, but Tabi leans into me. “The ninety’s weren’t thirty years ago, right? 1995 was like, ten years ago max. Don’t tell me otherwise, let me live in this delusion.”
We both laugh, then stay close as the band begins to play. Tabitha sings along, head bopping back and forth to the beat. My off-key voice doesn’t need to ruin the moment so I don’t join in, content to watch her enjoy herself.
The band plays mostly upbeat hits, but then shifts gears to some slower ballads. Suddenly, Tabi scrambles and changes position, moving between my legs with her back to my chest. I wrap an arm around her midsection reflexively, momentarily stunned as she wiggles to get comfortable. Her head tips up and back to look at me.
“Is this ok?” she asks.
“Uh, yeah. More than ok,” I manage to reply. Content with that answer, she watches the band again, her posture slowly relaxing until she’s nearly melded to my body. It’s perfect.
Chapter 6
Troublemaker
TABI
The night air is cool but Kaz’s body keeps me warm. He’s so comfortable to cuddle with, large enough that I feel like I won’t crush him. I’ve always loved a partner with a soft belly. Dad-bods are in and I am so here for it.
I’m not a small woman. I’m comfortable with my curves, but having a partner that doesn’t make me feel ‘large’ is my preference. As confident in my appearance as I am, insecurity will always rear its ugly head if given the chance.
Kaz makes me feel at ease. He’s a little tense behind me, though, so I readjust a little. As my ass shifts closer to his groin, a soft whimper leaves him.
Oh.Ohhhhh.
He’s not uncomfortable. He’s hard.
Well, I guess that still means he’s uncomfortable. I have to hold back a giggle at my lame joke. The music picks back up again with a pop song, and a wicked idea comes to me.
I wiggle my hips to the beat, small movements at first. As the song goes on, my hip rolls become more pronounced. And if I maybe push back a little more than necessary once in awhile, grazing his hard cocks? Well, who can blame a girl? The temptation is too strong.
Kaz’s grip tightens on my waist, his lips come to my ear. “You keep that up, troublemaker, and one of two things are going to happen. You’re gonna make me come in my pants here in front of everyone, and I’m going to have to punish you for it. Or I’m going to drag you into the woods and rut you against a tree.”
I inhale sharply, pausing my movements to consider. I knew I was playing with fire, but I didn’t expect such dirty words to come from shy Kaz’ron’s mouth. I’m no stranger to a romp in the woods, but there are a lot of people around right now, and I’m not sure I can be quiet. Plus, something tells me I’d really enjoy Kaz’spunishment.
Biting my lip, I move again, grinding against him. My hand covers his, then slowly drags it up to the underside of my breast. His breathing picks up, his hips shunting forward to meet my movements. He grasps my hips and pulls me tight against him as he freezes, then groans low against my neck.
His panting turns to a low chuckle, and he scrapes pointed teeth against my skin just below my ear. “Oh, you are so going to pay for that. I should slide my fingers under this sexy little outfit and make you come right here in front of everyone, but I don’t want any of these assholes to see your pleasure.”
Instead of packing up to leave, Kaz settles a possessive grip on my waist to watch the rest of the show. My clit throbs from his threat, but he doesn’t make a move to touch me lower. The bastard is going to make me wait.
It’s pure torture sitting through the second half of the band’s set, and when it finally ends, I’m positive a light breeze could set me off. We pack our things, haphazardly rolling the blanket into a crumpled ball, shooting heated glances at each other.
The walk back to my place is a crime against my pussy, each step reminding me how turned on I am and how very little I’ve come so far. Like, zero. Not at all. It’s unfair.
“Did you know that like most supernaturals, demons have a heightened sense of smell?” Kaz’s question seems to come out of left field, until I realize what he’s implying. My cheeks blaze red.
