Page 72 of Flirty Fall Fling

Outside the wagon, Josie is talking to those waiting for their reading. I’ve already taken too much time with Jamie, and I still have another card to deal. I rock into his hand, and he allows me to.

“Finish my reading,” he tells me, slightly pulling away.

I’m greedy and desperate for more. I flip the third card.

Lightning splits a black tower, and there are flames in every window. Two figures fall headfirst toward the rocks, and everything in me goes cold.

I know this one, and it’s not kind. I look at it lying face up, next to the cards representing a leap and a wish fulfilled. Words escape me.

He leans forward, studying me. “What does it say?”

“It’s a lot.”

His blue-green eyes meet mine as his fingers ease the lace aside. When he touches me skin to skin, my hips instinctively roll against his hand. The dread of the cards disappears, along with my surroundings. His rhythm builds. It’s slow and patient, and he gives me exactly what I need. Nothing stops him, not me or the line forming outside. I grip his forearm, grasping at him, pulling him closer.

“Tell me. Give me the truth.”

I look at the three cards while his fingers keep going. I place my palms flat on the table, chasing the end.

“The Fool is your past.” My voice comes out frayed and desperate. “This all started with a leap. You left your life behind and walked away on purpose. You came into this with an open heart, whether you meant to or not.”

“And?”

I gasp, then tuck my lips into my mouth.

“The wish card. Your present.” My eyes flutter closed. “It means … you have what you want most. The thing you’ve always wished for.”

His thumb circles my clit, and my breath breaks.

He licks his lips. “And the last one?”

The Tower sits face up between the scattered deck and me.

“Sudden upheaval.”

The orgasm is building, and he knows it, so he slows down, making me finish the reading.

“A collapse. This card burns down illusions. It destroys whatever was built on a shaky foundation, all at once. And what survives …”

“Yes?”

“Is forever.”

“So, the leap, the wish, and the fire.” His mouth comes to my ear, and he picks up his pace. “Some reading, sweetheart. It’s almost like you’re trying to tell me something.”

“Jamie …” I’m shaking as my body begs for release.

He holds me there for another minute, not giving me what I need.

“Please.”

“Blaire?” Josie’s voice comes through the wagon wall, three feet and one layer of hundred-year-old wood away. “You almost done in there? The line’s getting long!”

“Almost!” It comes out as a screech, half an octave too high.

Jamie’s fingers slide into me.

“You should hurry,” he whispers, and there’s a smile in it.