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I’m not sure who decided that behemoth of a man should be called Tiny, but somehow it stuck.
“I’d rather sleep than spend my off-time shooting the shit with you drunks,” I respond flatly. “You all fucking suck at poker anyways.”
I toss my pouch of tickets to Hank and turn on my heel. The keys to Shifty’s are supposed to be in there too, but those are nestled in my pocket.
“I taught your ungrateful ass how to play,” Hank yells after me, but I can hear the smile on his face.
“Yeah, and then the student became the master.”
My feet thud against the ground as I make the long walk from the big top tent back to Shifty’s.
She won’t be there.
I picture her standing there when reality came crashing in and she came to her senses. Girls like that don’t want to mess around with guys like me. As soon as I left she probably realized how ridiculous all of this is and bolted.
She’s probably in her car driving back to her perfect life, and she’ll never give the guy from the carnival a second thought ever again.
A part of me considers going straight to the trailer.
Families gather around the rows of rigged carnival games, wasting their time and money on shitty stuffed animals and inflatable aliens.
I should just go home, take a shower, and go to bed.
Forget about her.
When the fun house comes into view my heart rate picks up and my blood feels like fire in my veins. I’m gonna be pissed if I walked all the way over here just to find out she left.
I walk up the two steps that lead to the entrance and grab onto the top of Shifty’s mouth, stretching my arms overhead and bracing my weight against it.
I stop to listen for any movement.
Silence.
I let out a deep breath and push off the entrance.
When I turn, a small hand reaches out and wraps around my wrist.
She emerges from the shadows, face still marred with uncertainty. That uncertainty isn’t alone, though. There’s also a glint of excitement in her eyes.
I twist my wrist around so that it’s my hand capturing hers, and I push her back into the darkness. I use my other hand to grasp her free wrist, and pin them both to the wall above her head.
“You sure?” I breathe out, my voice low against her throat.
She nods, and the fires of desire are a molten pit swirling to life inside me.
“You have to tell me to stop if it’s too much,” I rasp.
She nods again, a whimper escaping her lips as her anticipation builds. I move both of her wrists to one of my hands, keeping her pinned to the wall. My free hand cups her jaw, my thumb pushing its way into her mouth. She opens wide for me, allowing me to press it as far back as I can without gagging her.
I want to take this slow.
Her lips wrap around the base of my finger and suck as I pull it back out.
No, I don’t.
“Fuck.”
My fingers lightly trace down her skin and she arches underneath my touch. When I reach the button securing her shorts I pull it free with ease. The zipper slides down, and once I have enough room I slip my hand in, cupping her warmth with my palm.
