Page 3 of The Last Thing (Baker Girls #4)

CHAPTER THREE

HALLIE

“You like Ferris wheels?” Deck—if that’s his real name—asks as it quickly moves us up to the top, then down and around again.

“Yeah. I’ve always liked heights, exploring, adventure. I don’t know… one time, my cousin and I took my sister cliff jumping, and we literally had to drag her over the edge with us. She’s terrified of heights. She was scared to fly for the first time. But me? I don’t know. Not much scares me.”

Except love. Or what happens when love ends.

That’s why I have my rules. No love, only hookups. Nothing more than one night.

Though this is more than I usually do with a hookup. I wasn’t initially planning to bring him to a carnival, but it’s like I could sense this other part of him deep down that desperately needed to be set free. And carnivals are always magical.

The Ferris wheel slows and comes to a stop at the top as people get off and others climb on.

“Good. Because it looks like we’re going to be up here for a few minutes.”

I lean back against the seat and look out over the carnival and the small piece of the city I can see from here.

Deck’s warm hand comes to rest on my thigh, and it’s impossible to ignore the way that warmth spreads all over my body.

Then his hand moves up, slipping under my flowy tank and skimming the waistband of my shorts.

“You want a little adventure?”

My exhale is shaky with excitement, though I try to hide it.

“What did you have in mind?”

He kisses the side of my neck and undoes the button of my shorts, gliding his hand inside them.

“Let’s see if you can come before the ride’s over.”

A little whimper slips out of me as he brushes his fingers over my clit.

“But you have to be quiet. Can you be quiet for me?”

“Yes,” I whisper, but it’s not in response to his question but to him slipping two fingers inside me as he works my clit with his thumb.

Wrapping my arm around his bicep, I bury my face in his shoulder.

“You have no idea all the things I’m going to do to you tonight. All the ways I’m going to make you come.”

His voice is gruff and rumbly in my ear, and it takes everything in me to keep from crying out.

My labored breathing tells him how much I’m enjoying it though.

“Right there,” I gasp when his fingers hit the right spot inside me.

The Ferris wheel moves forward slightly.

“Time’s running out. Are you going to come for me? I want to feel your sweet little pussy clench my fingers.”

“Fuck,” I whimper.

My head lolls back as I cry out, my orgasm bursting through me in hard waves.

And then, perfectly timed, fireworks go off from somewhere behind us and the Ferris wheel starts moving again.

Deck pulls his hand out of my shorts, then licks his fingers .

He groans and looks at me, his voice low and rough. “I can’t wait to taste even more of you.”

And that’s it.

I’m done for.

Completely screwed.

Because this devil of a man wants to let my wild side out, and I am so ready to play.

“Just like that. Hollow those cheeks. I want to see you swallow my cock.”

His words send another burst of heat straight to my core.

He’s holding my hair with both hands as he controls the movement of my head.

Rough, dirty, raw, wild, consensual sex is my favorite thing.

I learned at a young age that I have a high sex drive and lots of fun fantasies. I started watching porn before Frannie did, and my mother didn’t know what to do with me.

I lost my virginity at sixteen and was so underwhelmed, I asked my mom if I could have a vibrator.

She really didn’t know what to do with me.

But she never shamed me. She got me one. She got me romance books that showed safe, consensual sex, and encouraged me not to watch porn because too many people on porn sites are forced into it or taken advantage of.

Now I know how to source it from people who actively choose to make it themselves.

I unapologetically love sex and all sexual things.

Which is why I’m on my knees, mascara tears running down my cheeks as I choke on Deck’s cock and beg for more.

I’ve been imagining this since we got off the Ferris wheel and I dragged him the three blocks back to my apartment.

It’s been too long since I’ve had a good hookup. Not one quickie and it’s done. But a night of passionate sex.

I’m actually a little worried this is going to ruin me. If him touching me on the Ferris wheel was that good, I might be a little devastated in the morning when I have to face the reality that I can’t have it again.

But for tonight, I’m going to enjoy every second.

“You like choking on my cock, baby?”

I try to nod, but he grabs my hair tighter, thrusting faster.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”

His body shakes, and I know he’s close. Letting my eyes slip closed, I steady my breathing.

“You gonna swallow my cum like a good girl?”

I whine, again trying to nod in response.

He grunts and pulls most of the way out, then with one last hard thrust, he spills inside me.

He keeps hold of my hair as he pulls out, staring down at me. The pad of his thumb swipes under my eyes, wiping the smudged mascara away. Then he hauls me to my feet.

“Show me the bedroom.”

Right. Because we ditched our clothes and I blew him in the middle of the living room.

I tilt my head and give him my sweetest smile. “You think you’ll be able to get it up again this quickly?”

He leans in and slaps my ass. “If you give me what I need, I’ll be ready again in no time.”

A shiver runs through me, and I take off at a sprint. The growl that slips out of him as he chases after me sends my insides fluttering.

I come to a stop just inside my bedroom, and Deck whistles as he looks around. “This is big.”

“Perks of living alone.” But my voice gives away how I really feel about that.

For a second, his gaze shifts and the intensity in his eyes falters.

That’s the last thing I want. Tonight isn’t about feelings.

Not emotional ones. It’s all about the physical.

One night is all I get, and I’m going to make the most of it.

“So, what is this magic thing I can do that’s going to get you hard again?”

Heat sparks in his eyes again, and he leans in and brushes his lips over mine. “Ride my face.”

My eyes fly wide, and he laughs.

“Have you done that before?” he asks.

I nod, though it was only a couple of times with a guy in high school. It wasn’t great, but he was determined to learn, which is a lot more than most guys that age will do.

Deck sweeps a strand of hair over my shoulder. “Have you ever done it standing up?”

I squint at him. The math isn’t mathing.

“How?”

“I’ll show you.”

He leads me over to the bed and lies down so his head is partially over the edge.

“Now you step over me and settle in. From that angle, you can control everything.”

I stare at him for a beat, desire coursing through me.

“Come on, baby. Drown me with that pussy.”

I’ve never moved so fast.

He palms my ass as I settle over him, running my fingers through his thick, dark brown hair. I notice a few strands of gray right at his temples, which only makes him hotter.

I lower all the way down and the second his tongue sweeps over me, I let out a moan.

With a few swipes of his tongue, it becomes clear I’ve spent too much time playing with boys. Deck is a man. A man intent on making sure his partner gets as much—if not more—than he does.

My legs tremble, and I use my hands in his hair to reposition him slightly.

Fuck, I’m a slut for having my clit played with. Everything else is fun too, but that gets me there faster than anything else. And Deck might have a magic tongue because I swear I’m seeing stars.

“Yes,” I whine, rolling my hips.

I’m close. So close.

He sucks my clit into his mouth and my vision goes spotty. I yank on his hair, pulling him tight to me as he sputters. My orgasm rips through me, and my legs shake so badly Deck grabs my hips to steady me.

When I’m finally finished and step out of his grasp, I spin around and find him stroking his hard length.

He smirks like the devil as he sits up. “Told ya.”

“It’s about time.”

I reach for my bedside table and pull out a condom. We talked about protection before I ever got on my knees for him.

He reaches for the condom, but I step closer.

“Let me.” I climb on the bed beside him and push him backward, rolling the condom down his thick cock.

“Get on your back, let me?—”

I smile to myself as I ignore his words and climb on top of him, sinking down his length.

The second he’s buried inside me, I cry out.

His fingers bite into my hips, and then we both move, thrusting together.

Sparks dance along my skin as awareness prickles through me.

It’s never felt like this before. This good. This everything.

When I meet his gaze, he smiles wickedly, then flips us and pins me beneath him.

With his hand holding my wrists above my head, he drives into me while kissing my neck. And as he nips at my earlobe, it’s clear he knows… he’s ruining me for every other man.