As we finished loading everything into the truck, Greg leaned against the side and asked, "Where are your parents?"
Liam rolled his shoulders. "They'll come alone." His face twisted slightly, like he was regretting the thought of what his parents were probably doing right now. I couldn't help but smile.
"Let's go," Liam said, hopping into the driver's seat.
I climbed in, taking the back seat with Greg, while Trevor claimed the passenger side. As soon as I settled in, Greg leaned in slightly and sniffed. "Damn, you smell nice."
I pulled back, giving him a look. "Are you a dog?"
He grinned. "I'm a dog for you, baby."
"Eww. Just wait till I tell Jane," Trevor teased from the front.
Greg scoffed. "Bro, there's nothing going on between us."
Trevor snorted. "Yeah, like I didn't see you banging her yesterday."
Greg shrugged. "So what? We fucked, and that was it. She doesn't want anything serious. She came for the dick, and I gave her what she wanted."
"Oh my God, can you guys stop?" I groaned, cutting him off.
Greg smirked. "What, are you a virgin or something?"
I shot him a glare. "I swear to God, if you don't shut up, I'll kick you out of this truck."
He made a motion of zipping his lips, but his amused expression didn't fade.
Trevor chuckled. "Still gonna tell Jane."
"Trevor, you're not excluded," I shot back.
He raised his hands in surrender.
And just like that, the truck fell into a comfortable silence as we made our way to the Annual Town Fair. The truck rumbled down the road, the town's glow growing brighter with every mile. Excitement buzzed in the air, but underneath it, something else simmered. A night like this always ended in trouble.
The fairground was alive with energy—bright lights, music, and the scent of roasted meat and sweet pastries filling the air. Stalls lined the streets, each one offering something different. It was crowded, louder than I expected, but beautiful in its chaos.
As soon as we arrived, we set up our stall, arranging everything neatly. Then, we sat back to watch the ongoing stage performance—a magic show.
I nudged Trevor, smirking. "Your parents did well."
"Shut up," he grumbled, shifting in his seat.
Greg and I burst into laughter. It was actually Trevor's parents performing on stage.
Not long after, Ella and Evans appeared, dressed for their dance. When they stepped onto the stage, I almost lost it. I barely held back my laughter as I nudged Greg.
"This is gold," I whispered.
His expression darkened. "Don't."
I let out a small snicker because this time, Greg's parents were also part of the performance.
The fair continued in full swing—food, drinks, games, and laughter echoing all around. We were nearly out of stock, with only four bottles of wine left. I managed to sell three, and before I could blink, Trevor snatched the last one, stuffing it away.
"This one's for later," he announced.
As the night deepened, the older folks started heading home, leaving behind us—the younger crowd. That's when things shifted. The air thickened with alcohol and reckless energy. People were getting wilder, bodies pressing together as the music took a darker, more intoxicating rhythm.
Greg and Trevor had vanished. Or rather, they were probably already banging some girls. I sat back, watching the chaos unfold. Then my eyes landed on him.
Liam.
He sat in the shadows, away from the lights, sipping his drink. And then, a girl approached him, whispering something in his ear. He didn't react, but his gaze flicked to me—steady, deliberate—before he pulled her onto his lap.
She laughed, draping her arms around him, her lips brushing his neck before they started kissing.
Pathetic.
I rolled my eyes and turned away, grabbing a glass of wine. Then another. And another. Three down in quick succession. The burn felt good.
Just as I turned to sit, I bumped into someone.
"Jack?" I blinked.
"Sara." He said my name almost shyly. I didn't buy it.
"You're looking good," I said, eyeing him. He wore a white sleeveless shirt and shorts, his arms more defined than I remembered.
"T-thank you."
He was fidgety.
I smirked. "Hahn, you wanna go somewhere private?"
His brows lifted, surprised but eager. "Yeah. The music's too loud anyway."
I followed him without hesitation. He led me just outside the fairgrounds, near the forest's edge. We didn't go deep before his demeanor shifted.
He spun around suddenly, pressing me against a tree, his grip tightening on my wrists as his lips crashed against my neck.
"Jack," I called. He didn't stop. His grip only tightened.
"There are better ways to do this," I said, voice calm.
He ignored me, his breath hot against my skin.
So, I kneed him in the balls. Hard.
He let out a strangled groan, doubling over, hands flying to his crotch like his life depended on it.
"You bitch," he spat.
I folded my arms, staring down at him, completely unimpressed.
"You know," I mused, "I could've given you what you wanted if you had just asked nicely. Or, you know, if you hadn't been such an idiot about it."
His glare darkened.
"But lucky for you," I sighed dramatically, stepping toward a fallen log, "I'm feeling generous."
I sat down, spreading my legs wide enough for him to see my underwear.
"Come."
He hesitated only for a second before rushing toward me, but I stopped him with a single raised hand.
"On your knees," I said. "Crawl to me."
His eyes darkened, filled with lust and pride battling inside him.
He folded his arms. "Do you really think I'd kneel just to fuck you?"
I smirked. "You will. Because you want me badly. And right now, I'm saving your right palm from all the stress of jerking off every time you think of me."
His jaw clenched. "I could just take you right here. No one would come looking for you."
I leaned back slightly, unimpressed. "I'll count to three. If you're not on your knees by then, I'll change my mind."
He scoffed. "You think—"
"One."
"I will actually—"
"Two."
His face twitched.
"You're not seri—"
"Okay, okay," he muttered and dropped to his knees.
I tilted my head. "Crawl."
He did. Slowly.
When he reached me, he stopped between my legs, panting slightly.
"Good boy." I ran my fingers through his hair.
"Can I have you?" he breathed.
I pressed a finger to his lips. "Shh."
Lifting my gown higher, I exposed more of my underwear. His breath hitched.
He reached out, but I grabbed his wrist, shaking my head.
"No touching."
His gaze locked onto my center, eyes blown with desire.
"Do you like what you see?" I whispered.
He nodded, almost desperate.
"Good. Now lick it."
He didn't hesitate. He buried his head between my thighs, his tongue pressing against the thin fabric of my panties, licking and sucking greedily.
Just as I expected.
Jack had thought he was smart, that he could lure me into his little trap, that he could play me. But he was the one kneeling before me now, desperate, obedient.
A pathetic fool.
And I wasn't done with him yet.
A deep growl vibrated from his throat as he sucked harder. He tried to shift my panties aside. I smacked his hand.
"I said no touching."
His moan was muffled against me, but he didn't stop, his tongue working furiously.
And then, I felt it.
A presence.
My eyes flicked up, locking onto a figure standing in the shadows ahead.
Liam.
He was watching.
His expression unreadable, but his gaze never wavered.
Slowly, deliberately, I reached up, cupping my right breast, massaging it through the fabric of my dress. With my left hand, I grabbed Jack's head, pushing him closer into my pussy.
Liam's jaw tightened.
Then, without a word, he turned and disappeared into the darkness.
The moment he was gone, I shoved Jack away, standing up.
"What the hell, Sara?" he snapped, frustrated and still breathless.
I dusted off my dress. "If you ever come near me again, I'll rip your balls off."
He glared at me.
I smirked, stepping over him. "You eat pussy like a pig."
And with that, I walked away, leaving him on his knees in the dirt.
Okay, now I'm scared of Sara.
What about you guys? Are you scared or intrigued?