Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
“Here we go,” I said, nudging her.
“Now,” the newscaster said, “we are going to award the second-place position for this year’s Ashford County Fair Chili Cook-off,” the newscaster said. “It was an incredibly close race between the top three, and I will say that initially, we all three had the same three chilis in our top lists in different orders. But after much deliberation, we settled on the following.
“In second place and awarded the silver medal by our select judges… Sofia Falco from Sergio’s Italian Restaurant!”
I guess I expected her to be upset with placing second, but Sofia let out a squeal of happiness and walked up to the judge to receive her medal and ribbon. When she returned, her eyes caught mine, and I saw her face was red, and she had tears in the corners. I hoped they were ones of pride.
“Congratulations,” I said.
“Thank you,” she said, taking her spot beside me and standing tall and proud.
“And the winner of this year’s Ashford County Chili Cook-off… Tony Russo of Dina’s Diner!”
I stood there blinking, half-shocked and half-thrilled for my friend. As he walked up to accept his ribbon and medal, I heard my name called for third place, and I walked up to get my awards as well. Tony looked like he was in shock as they gave him his medal and presented him as the winner, and both Sofia and I went over to shake his hand and congratulate him.
As people swarmed Tony, Sofia leapt into my arms, and we held each other for a long minute, both laughing and reveling in the job well done of a successful competition.
“You beat me!” I said when we broke our hug.
Sofia reached up on her toes and pressed a kiss to my lips.
“Told you,” she said, a devilish grin on her face. “Now, let’s get out of here and go back to your place.”
“You don’t want to stay and enjoy the fair?” I asked teasingly.
“I want to enjoy my own personal fair, where the two of us are in your bed, wearing nothing but these medals.”
“I think that can be arranged,” I said, taking her by the hand. “Race you to the truck?”
“Last one there is a loser.” She took off before I could get started.
Laughing, I ran off after her.
23
SOFIA
My car could stay at the fairgrounds. It wasn’t like they would tow it.
Happily, I jumped into Kieran’s truck, both of us laughing and full of adrenaline and joy and desire that the smiles on our faces seemed painted there, never to come off. At least not until they turned into the slack-jawed expressions of carnal release. Which might be sooner rather than later.
The sun was still up but setting and bright orange over the distance of the mountains as we drove down the highway at speed toward my place. The fairgrounds were on the western edge of town, and my place was closer. It was the only reason we were going there. Whichever place was closest, whichever place we could shed our clothes, wrap our bodies around each other, and sing the praises of physical passion, that was where we were going to go.
As he barreled down the road, unworried about traffic cops in the small town, nor curves on the fairly straight highway as it cut straight through the northern part of the county and exited just streets away from my place, I placed my hand on his thigh. He shot a look over at me, and I grinned devilishly. I wanted him, and I didn’t want to wait.
Sliding my hand up his thigh, I found the stiffness in his jeans where his already hardened cock was stretching the fabric. I gently squeezed, and he groaned. I could barely contain the giggle that rose up from my chest. I loved the control over him I had when I touched him. I loved the way he fought to maintain it.
Unsatisfied with just touching him over his jeans, I slid my hand up to his belt buckle and began to undo it. I unhooked my seat belt and leaned over as I yanked the zipper open and reached inside. Sliding his cock out of his jeans, I groaned in anticipation.
“What are you doing?” he moaned.
“This,” I said, rolling my tongue out and sliding it underneath the head. It twitched in my grip, and I swept up the sweet precum and took him into my lips.
I could feel the engine rev momentarily as he punched down on the gas and then let off. One hand went down to my backside as I bobbed on him, taking him deeply in my throat. His hand squeezed my ass, and I moaned as I sucked him, stroking him into my lips.
I felt the car jerk as he turned off the highway, and I sat up, brushing my bottom lip with my thumb and adjusting my hair. Seeing his glistening wet cock, still hard and throbbing as he drove, made me even wetter than I already was, and I squirmed in my seat as he pulled onto the street where my place was. I let one hand slide down my stomach and over my pussy, stroking it lightly while my other hand squeezed the side of my breast, a finger running over my sensitive nipple. He watched me with a note of hunger in his eyes that was undeniable, and when he parked, he launched himself into me with a kiss.