Her eyes got huge. “On top of the Ferris wheel?”
“No. Next year. Here at the Autumn Harvest Festival.”
She laughed at that and shook her head. “Absolutely not. We’ll get married right over there. Then, we’ll have our wedding reception here.”
I followed the direction she was pointing.
“That’s farmer Raskin’s place. I bet he’d let us get married there.”
Shelby looked shocked. “You actually know all the owners of each little field out here?”
We could see a surprising distance, and there were properties dotted all over.
“Most of them. But I don’t know Deer Springs as well as Red Oak Mountain. That’s where I spend the most time. You have to remember, I run trash service for all these folks, so I get to know them a bit.”
The Ferris wheel was staying stopped longer than I’d expected it would. I glanced down and realized there were two men working on the mechanism. It appeared we were stuck for the moment.
That gave me a wicked idea.
I glanced down at the other gondolas near us. They were empty. The few people riding the wheel right now were a generous distance away. And the gondola seat was completely enclosed on the bottom.
No one could see a thing.
She rested her head on my shoulder. “I’ll marry you, Thatcher Woods. If we’re still together a year from now, I’ll marry you right there on farmer Raskin’s field.”
“And then we’ll come here and be king and queen of the Harvest Festival.” I dropped my hand onto her thigh.
“Wouldn’t that be something? If it all worked out?”
She had that dreamy look in her eyes again, as though she wanted to believe in love so very much, but couldn’t believe it was possible for her.
I wanted to take that ache away.
And right now, I knew just the trick.
The devil inside me kicked into gear, and I drifted my hand higher on her thigh. Then I reached over and softly rubbed her clit through the fabric of her dress.
Shelby whipped her eyes to mine. “You’re going to get us arrested.”
I grinned. She might be right.
“It will be worth it,” I countered as I shifted her hem higher.
My fingertips made contact with her panties, and I started teasing her slit. “You’re already wet for me.”
She was looking all around at the people on the ground. No one was looking this way.
“Part your knees for me, Shel.”
She searched my eyes for guidance, this woman who could take on the world. She liked following my lead.
So I helped her with the decision by gently nudging her thighs open. Then, I slipped my fingers inside her panties, exploring her wetness.
“Thatcher!”she whispered in a panicky little whimper.
I steadied her with my eyes. “No one’s looking. And no one can see us. If you can come quietly, it will just be our private little secret.”
Her eyes were latched onto mine as she shifted forward in the seat and spread her legs for me. “Okay. But if we go to jail, I’m going to be mad at you.”
