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I palmed the bulge in the front of his boxers, wetting my lips. I moved to pull his boxers down, but Mikey stopped me.
“What are you doing?” I narrowed my eyes.
He didn’t say anything, just reached for the buttons on my shorts, tugging the zipper down and sliding his hand inside the waistband of my panties. He swiped a finger up my center, and I let out a sharp breath.
“So wet already,” he hummed, slipping one inside.
I wasn’t sure how we were going to manage this, but I reached into his boxers to grip his length. It pulsed in my hand as I ran my finger along the tip, lightly brushing the crown of his cock.
Mikey pumped a finger inside me, and I bit back a moan. Letting go of him, I brought my hand up to my mouth, spitting in it to add some lubrication. This time, when I stroked his length, a low rumble left his throat.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m going to last long,” Mikey muttered.
“Good,” I whispered in his ear. “Don’t hold back.”
Both of us picked up our pace, our pants filling the air around us. I wasn’t sure if anyone else could hear us, but if they could, we were none the wiser.
Mikey’s thumb brushed my clit as he added another finger. The sensations increased as he filled me, and I had to close my eyes to focus on what I was doing.
It turned into a sort of competition of who could make the other fall apart first, and we were neck and neck, climbing closer and closer to our highs together.
“Juniper, I-I’m going to—” Mikey groaned, and I lowered my mouth onto him, bobbing my head up and down until he came, exploding on my tongue.
Even though he’d finished, he didn’t stop fingering me. If anything, it just motivated him more. He thrusted his fingers into me faster, pressure building and building inside of me. Heat radiated in my toes and my legs stiffened as I cried out his name, begging him not to stop. One of his hands came up to cover my mouth, and I bit down on it, though not hard enough to hurt.
Electricity coursed through my veins as my orgasm washed over me.
“Holy shit,” I breathed out just as the Ferris wheel started moving again.
“Perfect timing.” Mikey winked as the ride lowered us back down to the ground.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
juniper
So, which game do you want me to kick your ass at first?” I teased as we entered the fairgrounds again the next day.
“Which one’s your favorite?” he asked, not answering my question.
“Ooh.” I thought about it for a moment. “Probably the ping-pong toss.”
“Play a lot of beer pong while you were at SGU?”
Heat rose to my cheeks. I was the reigning champ of beer pong at my—Brady’s—house. I could run the table all night. “A couple times here and there,” I replied in a self-effacing manner.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” He smirked, nudging me with his elbow.
I stuck out my tongue. “I guess you’ll just have to find out,” I teased.
“What does the winner get?”
“What do you think the winner should get? Keep in mind, you’re going to lose, so you’re essentiallychoosing whatmyreward is. Choose wisely, because I’m still waiting for you to get on a horse sober.”
He rolled his eyes. “You women and your horses.”
“Well, then what do you think the winner should get?” I repeated my question. “I mean, from what I’ve heard, you all make a lot of bets. What kind of things are you wagering?”
A cloud suddenly passed over his gaze, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. “Money usually…”
