Page 21 of Knot Your Bridezilla (High Fructose Corn Syrup Verse #2)

AVRIL

David: Dress for adventure ;)

What did that even mean? God, if he was taking me somewhere with bugs, I might have to kill him a little bit.

Avril: Like, wear a pirate hat?

If he took me on a hike, and I was wearing heels and a pirate hat, there would need to be groveling on his end—a lot of it.

David: Something you would be comfortable walking in 3

David: Can’t wait to see you gorgeous

Getting ready for a date with a guy that I actually liked was a fun new way to torture myself. I had to go through three outfit changes before finding something that looked cute for this mystery adventure—a violet sundress with white sneakers and my smallest top-handle purse.

I waited for him outside my house and down the block a little. It’s not that I’m ashamed of David. Far from it.

Was I ready to drop the bombshell on my entire family that I was dating someone new?

Someone who wasn’t my ex? The ex that everyone knew I had been planning on marrying?

During the wedding ceremony that was circled in red sharpie on the family calendar and was basically the only thing that I’d talked about for over a year…

The same wedding that my delusional ass hadn’t cancelled, even now that my ex was out of the picture…

No. Not at all. I would deal with one thing at a time, thank you very much.

David pulled up to my house in a sleek Volvo sedan, parked the car and then dashed over to open the door for me.

He looked me up and down from the driver’s seat, in a way that made my stomach flutter like I had swallowed an unfortunate butterfly.

“Do I look like I’m ready for whatever this adventure is?” I raised my eyebrow. If I wasn’t dressed right, well then that was just too bad. I wasn’t about to march back into my house and change my outfit for any man. No matter how hot he was.

“You look like all of my wildest dreams come straight to life—with walking shoes. Perfect.”

Oh.

Did he say wildest dreams? He did, didn’t he?

Well. Okay, then.

I had no idea where we were going until the twinkling lights of the Ferris wheel came into view.

I hadn’t been to the amusement park in years, but it all came back: the steep tower drop ride, the glow of the carnival games, balloons and hanging prizes, the swirls and roaring of the swing ride and the exhilarating twists and loop-de-loops of the rollercoaster.

Alright, now this seemed more like my kind of adventure.

The two of us strolled through the crowds of shrieking children and rowdy teens.

Honestly, when David was holding my hand, it was like the rest of the world wasn’t there.

It just felt so right. His hand was so big, and warmth flooded up my entire arm…

heating other areas of me that were not getting the message that I would not be getting laid all willy-nilly, right there on the asphalt at the crowded carnival.

Try telling that to my pussy though—she was dripping.

I was just kind of looking around, trying to hide how red my face was turning.

“Shall I win one for you?” David smiled one of his devastating smiles, and fuck… those adorable little dimples were showing again. As if David needed something to make him look even more handsome.

What?

Oh, he was talking about the prizes hanging from the carnival games. We were walking past one of those booths that make you pay to knock down bottles that were probably just a bit rigged.

“That grumpy-looking frog over there is pretty cute.” I’m not really a stuffed animal kind of girl, but who could say no to an angry amphibian? The little guy was adorable and upset for no reason.

David signaled the game operator, a skinny dude with a patchy beard, and grabbed a baseball.

“You get three throws.” Patchy-beard pointed to the pyramid of milk bottles.

David looked over and winked at me before launching the ball dead center at the bottles with a loud crack.

The bottles didn’t even topple a little.

“Hey man, that definitely hit the bottles.” David was pointing at them, like it was just a simple mistake. He hadn’t realized that those bottles were probably held there by magnets or angled weird, or glued together or something.

Patchy beard shrugged. “Two more throws.”

David tossed the ball in the air, narrowing his eyes like this meant something. Like the entirety of our future relationship depended on whether or not he could topple down a small pyramid of bottles in a carnival game.

It really didn’t.

I hadn’t even gotten a taste of David in bed, and I wasn’t giving that up. Not even for a… stuffed animal frog that looked like it had better things to do.

David reared his arm far back, engaging all the muscles in his bicep then launched the ball, hard. So ridiculously hard that the glass shattered, leaving a hole through the middle of all the bottles.

“Do you need the last throw?” David pointed to the bits of glass—mostly just shards left—that remained.

“Nah, man. You’re good.” Patchy-beard muttered, staring at the broken glass like it was going to get him fired.

David pointed out my frog, then handed me my prize with a flourish. Once the little guy was in my hands, I got the whole stuffed animal appeal. My new little stuffy was softer than he looked and so ugly that he was the cutest thing I’ve ever owned.

“Kiss a prince and just maybe I’ll win a frog.” I nudged David’s shoulder in thanks.

We went on a rollercoaster, which I hadn’t done in years.

After going on it, I realized why I hadn’t gone on one in years.

The motion sickness was not worth it. Then we shared some cheesy fries and good vibes while music played around us and excitement vibrated in my veins.

I don’t think that I had ever had as much fun on a date in my life.

It was starting to get dark out when David asked if I wanted to go on the Ferris wheel. Heck yeah, I wanted to go on a Ferris wheel. There was something about being with him, going out on this adventure that made me wish the night would never end.

As we got into the gondola and took our seats, I squeezed close to David and held on tightly to Grumpy Frog.

It was an enclosed cabin with spacious seats, and it wasn’t like I was scared.

I’m not afraid of heights. I was perfectly fine on this rickety little basket, held together by weird mechanical parts, hopes and prayers.

When we started to move, maybe I squealed and leaned a bit closer to David. Just a little bit—it was totally reasonable. I wasn’t expecting how jerky the movement was… and David was the obvious choice to hold on to, because he was so solid and reassuring.

David chuckled, his voice so deep that it seemed to reverberate through me… awakening something inside of me.

Suddenly, David picked me up and placed me practically on his lap. He was a wall of muscle behind me, with strong arms embracing me.

His rough hands traced light patterns against my thigh. Goddamn. His touch was going to make me lose my mind.

I shivered.

I looked up at David, and his eyes were dark with lust. The longing in his eyes was so hot that it heated through every inch of my body.

My throat went totally dry, as all thought was wiped from my mind—except, yes. Please. Letting the solid feel of David behind my back ground me, I took a deep breath as I relaxed, shifting my feet and parting wider for him.

David groaned in a hoarse voice and wrapped one arm around my waist, tugging me firmly against him. Erasing all the space between us as I felt his growing hardness against my ass.

I wanted him to pull up my skirt and sink into me. I wanted to feel him. To know that he was hard as steel and that it was all for me.

But then David did the next best thing. He slipped under my dress, brushing against my inner thighs, right up against the seam of my cotton panties.

He paused, looking into my eyes, seeking permission.

“Please,” I whimpered.

I would die if he didn’t touch me. If he didn’t fill me with something, I was going to spontaneously combust.

David didn’t make me ask twice. He jerked my underwear to the side and then one of his big fingers caressed my pussy, stroking a serpentine path to my clit with the perfect friction, and just the right pressure to make me lose whatever hold I had left on my sanity.

Light circles, just teasing my clit, then right when I couldn’t take it anymore, rougher touches—enough to make me desperate.

Harsher and harsher, driving me higher and higher.

I lost whatever brief hold I had on the rest of my control.

“ God, woman. You’re fucking drenched.” His voice sounded strangled, like the wetness pooling in my core was killing him, like he was drowning in it.

The unfiltered desperation in his voice was its own kind of touch, heating my lower belly and flooding my pussy, and turning everything into molten pleasure.

I gripped him like a madwoman, clutching his forearm like it was a lifeline. My head was tipped back against his shoulders as I clenched my eyes shut. Biting my lip, frantically holding in the earth-shattering moan that would let everyone on the gondolas around us know exactly what we were up to.

The pressure rocketed higher and higher until I couldn’t take it anymore.

White-hot pleasure pulsed through my veins, igniting every square inch of my body with waves of bliss, as I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.

Right at the top of the Ferris wheel, the ride came to a stop. There was nothing but the two of us, like we were in our own world, just for us.

Soaring high, with the moon shining above and euphoria racing through my veins, I was on top of the world.

The Ferris wheel might have stopped up high on this perfect cloudless night… but it was David who made me see stars.