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Leaning against the customer entryway, I stare up at the high pointed ceilings. Four perfect upside-down V’s pull up to the sky, where lilac and white stripes lead the way. Where the cage ends, trapeze planks hang over each side, awaiting the second to last final act. I’ve thought about moving the acts around more times than I know, but with The Dolls now riding with us and their siren water act, we don’t have much room when it comes to times unless we extend the overall show. The bikes are now first with the four rings of death, and then the siren act.
Burning fuel and rubber suffocates me, and I close my eyes and inhale deeply, groaning when the smell touches the back of my throat. When the pulsing bike that stops beside me doesn’t move, my eyes open lazily onto Keaton. He’s shirtless and wearing nothing but destroyed denim jeans and biker boots. His clown face mask is hardly in place, smudged across his lips and beneath his eyes. I lose myself on the pulsing vein that swells against the side of his neck before finally drifting up to the bottomless depths of his eyes. My thighs clench together at the intensity of his gaze. He doesn’t need to say a single word because I feel it. I feel it everywhere.
I raise my brows. “Where’s your other toy?”
“Get on my bike.”
I tilt my head. I’m already in trouble, may as well make the most of it. My mouth curves in a smile but the butterflies in my belly roar as a warning. “Aw, Candi too sweet for you, hmmm?” I shift over and lean against his bike, my hand covering his as my legs part over his front wheel. I bring my lips almost to his, enough for us to touch without touching. “Forgot you preferred spicy over sweet?”
Awaiting his wrath, maybe a hand around my throat or buried in my hair to yank my head back, I count to five. Seconds pass before he smirks against my mouth. “Tigger, you’re getting on this bike whether you like it or not, but if I have to throw you on myself, you’re gonna be riding my dick all the way there and I don’t give a fuck who is watching.” His tongue slides over my bottom lip as a soft growl leaves his throat. “Your fucking brother included.”
“Fine!” I push off the bike, moving to the back. “But only because I’m bored.”
“Psshhh. Because you’d never turn down my dick, that’s why.”
“Yes, I would!” I hit his back with my fist while swinging my leg over the seat and sliding over the fender.
“Nah, the fuck you wouldn’t. Because I wouldn’t let you.” He roars forward so fast I almost don’t catch his waist.
Stopping outside the notorious matte black Brothers of Kiznitch bus, Keaton cuts the engine of his bike.
“No!” I lean around him to start it back up. “Not here. To my bus…”
When he starts to shuffle his big body off the bike, I reach for his hips, but he removes my hand. “Cartier, it’s here. I ain’t driving your ass all the way the fuck over there because you decided you wanted to be as far away from me as possible.”
I lean on one foot, running my hand down my thighs when he stares back at me. “You know it makes me nervous about Ky.”
He steps forward, and just when I think he’s going to reach for me, he moves his hand to the front of his crotch and grabs his dick from outside his jeans. “You coming in?”
My eye twitches, but I slowly swing my leg off the bike and close the distance between us. It’s not until I’m standing directly in front of him that I feel the heat roll off his body. Sexual tension between us is hypnotic. It’s like being lost in a mirror maze while being high on LSD.
Peering up at him from below, I press a finger against his pierced nipple. “Just this once.”
His arm is around my back as he lowers his lips to my head. “Mmhmm. You keep telling yourself that.” Laughter breaks out from where everyone is surrounding the fire pit and I jump back, out of his grip, only he doesn’t let me go. “They can’t see you here, Cartier. It’s just you and me.” I’m painfully aware how alone we are. My insides melt when I think about it too long.
My heart skips a beat and my throat swells. “How can you know that? Someone could be watching from the shadows.”
His finger is below my chin as he tilts my head up until my eyes are back on his. “Then let them fucking watch.” He kisses me, and it’s not until his tongue slides between my lips that I realize he’s also holding me up with that same arm because goddammit. I really missed him. His touch, his dominance, his kisses and reassurance. My knees give way the same way my damn legs do anytime he’s around. I don’t mind opening my legs for him; it’s my heart that I’m worried about.
I bring my hand up to the side of his neck, circling that angry vein with my thumb as he deepens the kiss. My pulse is pounding through my ears and the dampness between my thighs worsens as he backs me up until I slam into the bus. I’m being a fucking Kiznitch slut right now. Pushed up against The Brothers bus and getting licked down by the worst of them all. I’m in the enemy’s lane. Somewhere I promised I wouldn’t be, not just to myself, but also to Kyrin.
Shit.
I raise my hand to his chest to push him off me when he catches it with his and shoves it up over my head, using his other to lift me off the ground from around the back of my thigh. His hips buckle in to hold me in place when he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. The distant music travels between our bated breathing, but neither of us says a word. Sweat forms at the nape of my neck as I fight with myself to not grab him from below and force him inside of me.
He rolls his hips into me, and the friction grazes my clit with just enough pressure. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I lean against the bus. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t fuck you right here.”
“I can give you three…” I choke on my whisper when he rubs against me again, and I swear my skin is going to explode.
He leans into the side of my face and whispers in my ear, “Get inside, Cartier…” His hand travels down the apex of my belly, slipping beneath my jeans and flicking off the button. “Or don’t. Either works for me.” Releasing my wrist with his other hand, he grazes his finger over the side of my neck. Even through the clown makeup and the one wolf eye, his gaze burns mine.
He cups my pussy and I wheeze out a deep breath. “Keaton…”
“Mmm?” he teases, his lips a whisper over mine. He swipes his tongue over my bottom lip, flicking it inside and slowly twisting it with mine. “Change of plans.” Gripping the edge of my jeans, he tugs them down until they fall around my ankles.
“Keaton!” I screech quietly, searching around his big body. There’s no one here that I can see. Buses are lined all the way down to the back of the tent, each opposite each other, but everyone is at the after-party. I hope.
He drags his tongue over the inside of my thigh and I bury my hand into his thick hair. Warmth touches my clit as my knees buckle from beneath my weight. A song is playing—fuck—what song is playing? I can’t see or hear anything else, and suddenly I don’t care who walks around the corner and catches us. I push my hips forward, riding his mouth as his other hand reaches behind me and he squeezes my ass cheek. My heart rate picks up and my lower belly explodes with electricity as he slides his tongue inside me and I release around him, my body jerking with every pulse.
