Come Out Swinging (Reach for the Moon Book 2) by Sam Hall (sight word readers TXT) 📕

“Well then, let’s go.”

“We gotta go on the rollercoaster,” he said, his eyes following the looong track which encircled the whole area. We heard people screaming as it clattered past, whisked away quickly by the electric vehicles. “And the dodgem cars!”

“You want to smash into me with an electric car? I see how this relationship is gonna be.”

“Then what about the Ferris wheel?” Our eyes went up to the gigantic wheel in front of us, full of kids and their parents looking down. “I wouldn’t mind taking my girl up in that,” Declan said. His eyes slid to me, heavily hooded. “When we stopped at the top, I could hook that tiny little bikini to one side and…”

“Dodgem cars it is then,” I said briskly. “Let’s save fingering me in public for somewhere with a lot less kids.” He grinned in response, then pulled me over.

We paid the man running the stall and each jumped in our own car.

“You don’t want to be my ride or die bitch?” he quipped as he fitted those long legs into his car.

“I’m gonna ride and you’re gonna die,” I replied, settling behind the wheel.

It’d been a long time since I’d been on one of these, so I scanned the controls and worked out what I was supposed to be doing with it. The guy running the ride instructed us on the rules, but as he said there was to be no deliberate bumping, my eyes met Declan’s across the bonnet of the car, narrowing down. That infectious boyish grin of his twisted slightly, becoming more intent, and the minute the buzzer went, he came gunning for me.

I, however, was trying to make sure I didn’t take out any of the kiddies who were legitimately here for the experience of driving a car legally, veering and wobbly around the course, which put me at a distinct disadvantage. My teeth clattered when I felt the first bump, then locked down tight into a growl. I put my foot to the floor, only receiving a modest boost in speed, and tried to race around the oval track to get the drop on Declan. That, of course, did not happen.

Kids struggling to manage their vehicles clogged up the lane until we had a mini gridlock form. Not for long, as parents helped steer them out of it, but I looked over my shoulder when I felt the bump again at the back of the car. My first love, my childhood sweetheart, just smirked at me, a devilish gleam in his eye. I just shook my head, promising death and destruction with my eyes.

I didn’t get a chance, not yet, feeling him bump into me as we finally went around the corner, the cars spreading out to allow for more gaps. Kids improved their driving, taking the corners more smoothly, when I put my plan into place. I lured him in by speeding up as fast I could go, making a few turns, copping a few bumps to the back as I went before swerving wide when a big gap presented itself and planting my foot on the break. It meant some people behind me bumped into the back of my car, but that was OK. It was Declan sailing past that made me grin. I floored the car, taking off after him.

Bump, bump, bump!

Even over the kaleidoscope of garish music being played throughout the whole complex, I could hear him grinding his teeth in frustration. Then all the cars stopped abruptly, and a lanky teen came over to us with a tentative frown.

“Look, I know you’re just having fun, but legally, we’re not allowed to let you deliberately hit each other. Public liability insurance and all that. I can only give you one warning.”

I smiled slowly at his furtive expression and nodded.

“That’s fine. We’ll behave.”

“Thanks.”

The music came back on, parents shooting us dirty looks for the rest of the duration, but around and around we went at a sedate pace like model citizens until our time was up. He grabbed my hand, hauling me to my feet and pulling me after him as we left the ride. I nodded to the kid running it and then was dragged down a narrow alleyway between game stalls.

I grinned at my mate, liking the silver in his eyes, the clench of his jaw. He wasn’t really angry, but his blood was up and he looked fucking hot when it was, the muscles in that bare chest popping as his hands went to fists. I was seriously reconsidering the whole Ferris wheel scenario right now. What I didn’t expect was this.

He used his grip on my hand to spin me around, the whistle of the air the only thing that alerted me to what was coming. Smack! His hand slapped down on my arse with a loud crack and an immediate sting.

“What the fuck!” I hissed, aware that parents were passing not far away, so I choked back my yelp. “You started that!”

“I know.” His grin was pure mischief. “And now I’ve ended it. The guys are coming and I’ve told them to meet us at the haunted house, but I want to get one more ride in before they bogart the babe.”

“For that, I should just go and wait for the others,” I said, rubbing my butt.

“But you won’t. Anyway, a little spanking never hurt anyone.”

“Remind me of that when we get home. Turnaround is fair play.”

He stepped in closer, looming over me until I could smell the salty scent of his sweat. “You want me bent over your knee, arse bare, your hand rubbing over it before you raise it?” This had been a joke initially, but as he spoke, as his hand lifted to trail down my arm, something darker rose. Something I hadn’t been aware lurked inside Declan. “My cock would be aching, hanging there, dying for you to touch it, before slam!” I jumped at that last word, almost feeling it on my