Page 27 of Made for Cyn
Does he know what he does to me?
He opens the door as I approach, and I slide inside, a tiny thrill rushing through me when he grabs my chin and pulls me in for a wicked kiss.
My veins thrum, and my pulse speeds wildly as he sucks my tongue into his mouth. The delicious sensation steals my thoughts and I’m breathless when he pulls away just as the front doors open and the guys slide into their respective seats.
“What’s up, Lil’ B?” Jig asks, his playful expression back in place.
“Hey,” I say breathily, before cringing.
Cyn smirks, running his finger over my bottom lip and I flush to the roots of my hair, smiling when he pulls me close, and we drive out of the lot.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“The fair.”
“Oh?” I’ve never been to the fair and I’m sure my eyes light up because this will be an experience.
Cyn studies my face, his right eye twitching before he looks away and my pleasure dims, but I power through, determined to enjoy the gift anyway.
“You ever been to the fair, Lil’ B?” Jig asks, turning to me with his vivid blue eyes.
“No.” I shake my head.
“Oh man, this is gonna be fun. I get to take you on the Zipper.”
“Zipper?”
We arrive shortly after, and I follow Jig and Bastion with Cyn at my side as he pays my entrance fee. The sounds and smells are overwhelming at first, and I don’t know where to look as I take it all in.
Brightly colored flags, hats, and shirts hang in booths. Food trucks with corn dogs and cotton candy line the path, sending delicious smells into the air. Games with employees shouting into the crowd compete with the rides, massive and roaring over my head.
Wide eyed, I stare until Cyn grabs my hand, and I turn to him with a smile. His mouth quirks up as he watches me with an intensity that makes me shiver, but Jig calls out, breaking the spell.
“The Zipper first!”
“Jig,” Cyn says in a warning tone, but Jig keeps going, and we push through the crowd.
When he stops before a ride that zooms over my head, the shrill screams of passengers ringing out, I slowly shake my head and step closer to Cyn.
“Aw c’mon, don’t tell me you’re gonna pussy out,” Jig says with a pout.
I glance at his disappointed expression and the ride, before taking a deep breath, but Cyn intervenes. “Later, let’s start over here.”
Although no less intimidating in height, the next ride is much slower. Cyn grabs my hand and leads me into a seat with only enough room for two. The employee closes the barrier, and I glance down as we slowly rise, watching the fair spread out before us.
“Holy crap balls,” I breathe.
Cyn puts his arm around my shoulders, and I squeeze as close to him as I can get.
“What’s with the weird swear words?” He rumbles in my ear.
Goosebumps rise on my neck, and I shiver. “It’s a thing with my dad.”
“Your dad?”
“Yeah,” I say, meeting his emerald gaze. “It’s a competition to see who can come up with the worst.”
He raises his brows, and I laugh. “Weird, I know.”
