Eventually a cursing Dominic fell to the soft mat, scowling and laughing at the same time. He didn’t even bother to get up, just remained flat on his back. “I only fell because I got distracted by your breasts. Could you tell them to stop looking at my eyes?”
“Idiot,” she chuckled as she offered him her hand to pull him up.
“I’ve got a better idea. I’ll stay here and you can sit on my face while I eat my way to your heart.”
She groaned. “These dirty lines are getting worse. It’s good for you that you’re pretty.” He laughed.
“You were awesome on that thing,” Dante told her as she past. Ryan grunted his agreement.
“You can ride me like that anytime,” Trey whispered into her ear when she was back at his side.
She laughed and gave him a mysterious smile, gladly letting him enfold her with his arms. “How’s the birthday boy?”
He smirked, cupping her ass. “Hard as a rock imagining all the things I’m going to do to you later.”
Watching as his smirk turned mischievous, she narrowed her eyes. “And what would those things be?”
“You’ll find out tonight. You know what being my sex toy means, don’t you? It means you can’t fight me. For that entire hour, you have to do exactly as I say.”
Yes she knew that. She also knew it would absolutely kill her. “It’s my gift to you. See, birthdays can be fun.”
His smirk widened. “Oh it’ll be fun, baby, I can promise you that.” He already knew exactly what he was going to do to her and just how much she would be tempted to fight him. Hell, the evening couldn’t come soon enough.
Not liking that he was trying to make her nervous, she decided the teasing should go both ways. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she rasped into his ear. Pulling back, she smiled. “Sorry, I was just practicing.” He pinched her ass.
“So what’s next?” asked Ryan before taking a swig of his Cola.
Tao smiled. “We have to go in the Funhouse.”
So they did, and Trey could admit it was kind of fun. Then they strolled through the House of Mirrors, which he thought was the craziest and possibly also the dumbest thing ever. But he was too hyped up to give a shit that he had just wasted minutes out of his life looking at contortions of his own reflection – something he could do at home just by getting drunk.
Engrossed in the act of sharing cotton candy with Taryn – the worst sharer ever – and occasionally licking some from her lips, Trey hadn’t realized they were so close to the deathtrap until Dante spoke.
“Well, Trey, you up for this or what?”
Peering up, up, up and taking in all the steep drops, sharp curves and stomach churning loops, Trey shook his head hell no. It looked even more hazardous and rickety up-close. Not to mention the creaky ‘I’m going to snap any moment’ noises coming from it. “I’ll just stay here and hold the tiger and the bags.”
“Oh come on,” implored Marcus.
“Yeah,” said Taryn, “Come on.”
Trey gave her a pointed look. “You’re not going on it either.”
“You’ll love it, I promise.”
He snorted. “No, I won’t, because I’ll be dead.”
She pressed herself against him and instantly his arms went around her. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Liars go to hell, remember.”
“Baby, look at that thing. It looks like there’s only one screw holding the damn thing together.”
She tugged on his t-shirt as if it would somehow help her get through to him. “It’s supposed to look like that – dangerous, exciting, thrilling.”
“If almost dying gives you a thrill, I’ll beat you bloody and rush you to the hospital.”
Frustrated, Taryn slapped his chest. “Buck up, Trey. It’s just a ride. People go on it every day. People have been riding it tonight for hours.”
“Maybe if we were in Disneyworld then yeah, I’d feel confident that it was all put together right.”
“Big Thunder Mountain Railroad has crashed something like three times, you know,” interjected Trick, earning a scowl from Trey.
She tugged on Trey’s upper arm. “Come on, Voice of Doom and Gloom, let’s go. You’ll love it, I swear.”
No he wouldn’t love it at all and Trey was resolved that he wasn’t going on that thing. Until she tugged his head down to hers and whined, ‘Please?’ She even pouted her bottom lip. The transformation reminded him of when Puss ‘n’ Boots from the Shrek movies went from trained killer to helpless kitten. And, just for good measure, she grinded against his cock which was still semi-hard from having watched her on the rodeo bull. “You’re dangerous.”
Wearing a self-satisfied smile, she kissed him smack on the lips. “I knew you’d do me proud.”
“Oh I’ll do you alright. As soon as we get home.” After a twenty minute wait – which gave him plenty of time to debate his decision and work himself up even more – he was taking a seat beside Taryn and reluctantly tugging down the padded bars to fit securely against his shoulders before connecting the thin little strap from between his legs to the bars. He pulled, testing the fit. And found that there was a nice big life-threatening gap. “This is loose.”
Taryn rolled her eyes. “It’s supposed to be or you’d suffocate. Look, mine’s the same.” When his eyes widened, she realized that was probably the worst thing she could have said. “It’ll be fine.” The attendant gave the bars a pull and, satisfied, continued on to check the others. “See, fine.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“If you’ll just relax, you’ll enjoy it. Really, you don’t need to be -”
“I’m not scared,” he snapped.
“Trey, I understand that Macho Man Law means you absolutely have to deny it but -”
“Taryn, you -”
Abruptly the ride came to life. She smiled reassuringly while patting his hand. “Just relax.”
Relax? If there wasn’t so much damn noise Trey would have informed her that she was dead either way. If the ride didn’t kill her, he would just for staying on the damn thing when her tiny body could easily slip out. Okay, maybe it couldn’t easily slip out, but stranger things had happened. Like the fact that he was even on this ride at all.
Trey glanced at Taryn to find that, like the rest of the pack who were all paired up in the rows in front of them, she had her hands in the air as they slowly chugged up the steep hill. She was even glancing down at the view below and then admiring the stars as if she was just on a bus or something. Trey didn’t do either. When he wasn’t checking on Taryn he was keeping his gaze focused straight ahead.
“Did you ever see Final Destination 3?” Taryn asked wearing a teasing smile.
Trey didn’t find it funny. “You’re a bitch.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is, and I’ll be spanking your ass for it later.”
“Promise?”
Growling, he focused his gaze on the seats ahead of him. He wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing when they finally reached the peak. The silence that suddenly hung over them as they paused there didn’t help his nerves at all. And then they were falling. No, they were plummeting toward the ground and the cool night air was rushing up, stealing his breath. At the last moment they sharply swerved and then they were caught up in a series of twists, turns, loops and bumps and they were being jerked, shoved, squashed and jostled. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
Taryn laughed and clapped along with the others and then turned to Trey. He was, well, white. At least he wasn’t green. He looked at her then and although his scowl was there his eyes were alight with the same light-heartedness she had seen whenever they played in the forest. “See, I told you that you’d love it.”
“I’m still going to spank your ass.”