“Where are we going?”
I gestured over my shoulder to the giant Ferris wheel. “Have you been on it yet?”
“No.” A smile stretched her cheeks like an excited kid on Christmas. “I’ve wanted to, but never had a chance.”
“Good.” I couldn’t wait to get her up high above—alone.
When we reached the top, we looked around at the sparkling lights of the city, taking in the iconic bridge and lit up towers, sparkling off the river below.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed.
I closed the gap between us on the bench. “You’re beautiful.”
The cart was completely encased in glass, but the lights were dimmed to not interfere with the view. I rested my hand on her knee before moving to her thigh, pulling it up onto the seat between us.
“What are you doing?”
“Finishing what I started at dinner. Just to take the edge off.”
I walked my fingers up her thigh until I was right outside her pussy, feeling the heat begging me to play.
“Ian, what if people see?”
“They’ll just see a couple cuddling, taking in the sights. They won’t be able to see the way my fingers fuck into your tight cunt until you come.”
Without any warm-up beyond the torture of the last hour, I shoved two fingers roughly inside her. We both moaned, the sounds filling the cart.
Her eyes slid closed, and her head rolled back when I curled my fingers inside her. Not allowing her to hide her reaction from me, I buried my free hand in her hair and tugged her up. “No. Look at me. I want to watch you try and control your cries when you come all over my fingers.”
“Ian,” she whimpered, my thumb now rubbing at her clit.
“We don’t have long, Carina,” I warned against her lips. “I won’t stop until you make a mess on my hand. Not even if he opens the doors when we stop. He’ll have to stand there and watch your orgasm.”
I wasn’t trying to drag it out and tease her, although part of me wanted to. I moved my fingers with a purpose to make her come as fast as possible.
“Would you like that?” I whispered against her lips. “To have someone watch you as you fall apart in my arms, my hand buried deep between your thighs.”
Her hand shot out and held on to my shoulder, struggling to keep her eyes on mine. I liked watching the colors change the closer she got to coming. They were light like the ocean, but when she was turned on like this, on the brink of losing control, they were as dark as the midnight sky.
Her nails dug in through the material of my shirt, and she lost the battle. Her eyes slammed shut, and her teeth dug into her lush bottom lip as her pussy squeezed around my fingers. I ached to fill her with my cock, but that would have to wait. I’d hate to get arrested on our first night out as parents.
Her eyes slid open again just in time to watch me lick every spicy-sweet drop from my fingers. Taking deep breaths, I had to fight from falling to my knees and eating her until she came again. Thankfully, we reached the bottom, and our time was up, removing temptation—for now.
We walked out, hand-in-hand like nothing happened. When she turned to head back to the car, I tugged her in the opposite direction.
“Where are we going now?”
“I have another surprise.”
“Okay, but if I don’t get your cock in me soon, I may die.”
“We can’t have that now. I’m not into necrophilia.”
I pulled her into me and nibbled at her lips, taking my time to taste her and feel every inch of her mouth on mine. Before I lost control, I pulled back with a groan.
“We’re on a timeline. Otherwise, I’d take you right here and now for everyone to see.”
“Promises, promises.”
She yelped when I smacked her ass, followed by her musical laugh.
She kept giving me curious looks as we approached the baseball stadium and a janitor let us in. I led her up into the stands behind home base, giving us a perfect view of the stadium under minimal lighting.
“How the hell is this happening?” she asked, laughing at my side.
We sank into the seats, and I linked my fingers with hers. “I knew a guy in college who works here now.”
“You know all kinds of people. Are you trying to impress me with your contacts?”
“Would it work if I tried?”
“Nope.”
“I figured.” I shrugged and looked back out at the field. “Erik and I used to go out to the fields all the time. We liked sitting in the middle of an empty stadium like all this space helped us think. We’d lay behind second and drink beers and talk about how we’d become the next Bill Gates.”
“Those are some lofty goals.”
“We may have also smoked a little pot too.” She laughed and slid her fingers between mine, sending chills up my arm. “Empty baseball stadiums are one of my favorite places.”
This was my private place, and I’d never taken anyone here before. Not that I could get into the Red’s stadium very often, but I’d never taken anyone to any of the fields I frequented.
But when I planned this date for Carina, I wanted to share it with her. I wanted her to be a part of this.
“You played baseball too, right? Not just frequent the fields to smoke pot,” she said, laughing.
I almost forgot that I’d told her. That time before Audrey seemed like a lifetime ago. “I sure did.”
“Were you good?”
“I got picked up for college. My parents wanted me to go pro, but without Erik playing with me, it lost its appeal.”
“Was he not good enough?”
I snorted. “He was way better than me, but he tore his shoulder in high school and decided not to push it. I guess neither of us loved it enough to go for pro.”
“But your parents wanted you to? Even if you didn’t love it?”
“Yeah.” I laughed, remembering telling them I was through. “It was my junior year when I finally quit. My dad was furious and said I couldn’t commit to anything and if I didn’t stick with something, I’d be a waste.”
She didn’t say anything, but her hand squeezed mine in support.
“Erik and I had just sold our first application and had a slew more in our back pockets. I didn’t need the scholarship anymore from baseball. I had more money than any twenty-one-year-old knew what to do with.”
“That’s amazing. They had to see how amazing that was.”
I tipped my head to the side and smiled at her innocent view of everything. “Not really. They honestly didn’t really care about it. They claimed a backroom application made in a college dorm was a waste of time.”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine, pulling back just enough to let me see the sincerity in her eyes. “Well, you showed them.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“But,” she said, cocking her brow, her lips tipping just slightly, “I will definitely need to see you in tight pants, playing ball.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming. “Yeah.”
“Maybe someday I’ll play for you.”
Being done with her in another seat, I reached over, gripping her hips to pull her on top of me. Her knees went on either side of my hips, her skirt riding up, and her hair falling around us like a curtain.