Page 26 of Sinister Hearts
Every start of October, the town had an annual spooky fair in celebration ofDía de los Muertos. All the locals came out with skull painted faces and pictures of their loved ones. Everyone enjoyed the rides, the fry bread, and the live music. The universal favorite was the haunted house. It was a tradition here. Kids lined up just to go and get a fright. The farm’s petting zoo was full of goats, pigs, and cows, and everyone lined up to feed them. Fall in Grimstone was always my favorite, the leaveswere crisp and orange, the sky was overcast, and it always had the perfect slight breeze.
Some winters we’d get lucky and even get a few inches of snow. Cravyn City was only two hours away, but the weather was so much different. It was hotter there and it hardly even rained there, let alone snowed. I guess I did miss certain things about this small town after all. Craven City was beautiful in its own city kind of way, but it was soulless. No tradition, no heart. Grimstone washome, and rich with community and culture.
Birdie was elated to go to the fair and pet all the farm animals. I promised I would take her. “It’s tradition, mija! Come on, get up!” Ma exclaimed, opening the window curtains, the bright light blinding me. “We have to put Papi and Nana on the ofrenda.” Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, getting out of this house and out of my head. I hadn’t been in six years.
Birdie was dressed in a vibrant red dress, with beautiful orange cempasúchil flowers in her hair, and her cute skull painted face. How could I possibly say no. Plus, this time of year was my favorite. Haunted houses, corn mazes, and sugar skulls. I was always in. And it was a perfect distraction from thinking about a certain cowboy.
The fair was packed full of townspeople ready to light the first white candle; they would then place a picture of their passed loved ones, and a white flower, to welcome the lost souls. The shrine was magnificent. It was full of decorations; white flickering candles, incense, salt, sugar skulls and spooky trinkets filled every corner. The ride lights were flashing and ringing in my ear.
“Lights, Mama!” Birdie looked up, pointing to the Ferris wheel. “Mama, I want to get on that one!” She pointed to an elephant ride.
“Okay, Birdie, give me a minute.” I smiled at her as I made my way to the ticket booth. I smelled a strong whiff of friedbread, my absolute favorite. Inhaling the crisp fall air, I closed my eyes, the fair’s resonance fazed me into another memory.
Six years ago-
I took in the tang of freshly fried bread and pumpkin swarming the air
“Do you want fry bread, baby?” Jax asked, eyeing me as we stood hand in hand at the ticket booth.
“Yes,” I replied excitedly with a pouty face. Jax laughed and he kissed my hand. “What? You know it’s my favorite snack, don’t make fun of me!” I chuckled, smacking his arm playfully.
“I know, I just didn’t expect to catch you sniffing the air like a damn bloodhound,” Jax said, teasing me.
“You’re such a jerk,” I replied as he kissed my cheek.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, and walked to the food truck, paying for our order. I stood there eyeing all the rides, specifically the Ferris wheel. Jax came back with the fry bread sizzling on its paper plate, the sugar and honey dripping from it. Jax grabbed napkins“Here you are, madam.” He tipped his baseball hat to me in an old fashion. I didn’t even hesitate. I grabbed the bread and started stuffing it down. “That’s my girl,” he teased.
“Let’s go on the Ferris wheel.” I led him to the ride through a crowd of people, leaving him no space to refuse. We buckled in as it started shifting counter clockwise. The sun was setting and it was beautiful, the clouds looked like cotton candy, full of pink and orange hues. I could feel the sunset’s vibrancy kiss my olive skin. Jax held onto me for dear life, not because he was cold, butbecause he was scared shitless of heights. I laughed, watching him eye the ground as we got to the top and idled there. “Are you scared, Grimwood?” I asked, mockingly.
He looked at me and tried to play it off. “Nope.” Jax grabbed my face and kissed me, soft and sweet.“The only thing I’m scared of on this Ferris wheel is you,” he said, in close proximity. My eyes lit up.
“Why is that?” I asked in a whisper, lost in his hazel eyes.
“Because I love you, Faye Robles,” he whispered against my velvet lips. It was the first time Jax finally said those three little words. My skin became feverish.
“I—”
Jaxon interrupted me, bringing his finger to his mouth. “Shh. Let us just have this moment,” Jax said, rubbing my inner thighs, close to my pulsing core. “I know you love me too, Faye,” he whispered in my ear, as he bit and sucked on my earlobe.He did? I moaned and spread my legs for him, as he put his hand between my thighs, his thumb tantalizing me in circulating motions on my clit underneath my jean skirt, my silky thong already soaked.
Jax grinned devilishly. “You’re so bad, baby girl,” he said, kissing me deep as his tongue swept over mine. He moved my thong to the side as he rubbed my velvet skin with his digits, entering them into my pulsing, aching wet slit. His fingers slid in and out slowly, working me to a slippery, throbbing ache for him. I moaned, rocking my hips recklessly back and forth on the Ferris wheel, making us swing. He put his other hand in my shirt, tugging on my nipple and making me wince. “Eyes on me, baby girl, come all over my fingers,” he panted. We gazed into each other’s souls as his fingers pumped inside of my weeping pussy. I climaxed all over his fingers. As soon as I was about to say it back, I looked at Jax with a sour face.
“Jax, I…” I held my stomach and covered my mouth. Something else was building in my stomach. No, not an orgasm, something liquid. He looked at me, wanting me to say it, needing me to say it. He placed my underwear back.
“Good girl,” he praised, slapping my sensitive pussy as I winced.
“Jax, I think I’m going to puke!” I blurted out.
“What, like right now?” he asked nervously, his face immediately perplexed. The Ferris wheel started to move again, and I was counting the seconds until we were off. I nodded at him, feeling my face turn pale and blue, feeling the bile wanting to rise from my belly and make its embarrassing exit.
As soon as we touched solid ground, I ran and hurled into a trash bin.
“You probably shouldn’t have eaten that fry bread like a caveman and gotten on the Ferris wheel,” Jax said, holding my hair and rubbing my back.
There’s no way. I’ve had plenty of bread on that Ferris wheel. My face turned pale, and my eyes widened. “Are you gonna puke again?” Jax stood back, holding my dark locks from going in my face.
“What’s the date today?” I asked in an instant panic, wiping my face with brown sand napkins.
“The fifteenth. Why?” Jax replied, confused. I looked up at him, pale and shaking. “What is it?” Jax wiped my mouth with more napkins.
