Debt

34: The Lights

Larielle changed again into a midriff top that had ruffles up the split in her breasts, concealing the flesh from hungry eyes; a pair of low-riding, hip-hugging dark wash jeans with purple lining; and a different pair of peep toes in purple.

Evan liked her summer clothes a lot. The issue was that he wasn't the only one admiring. Larielle had a lot of body. Larielle could seduce a gay man into hitting. Fuck Viagra; she was Viagra!

The couple left the house at eight in the evening after Larielle packed an overnight bag. She decided she wasn't coming home tonight.

Evan hadn't said much of anything since they left the office past a heartfelt thank you. So Larielle prompted him to talk about meeting Hector. He gave a few sentences. Larielle thought she only introduced him to an architect who could help him. But she had introduced him to the man who had fathered him.

In the car, she took his hand. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, baby. You want me to drive?"

"No, I can do it."

Larielle got them to the carnival as it started getting dark. Evan bought them wristbands for all the rides, and he bought tickets for the game booths before he took his girlfriend by the hand, threading their fingers.

"You wanna make out in the Ferris wheel?" she asked.

"I'm not gon be picky 'bout where you wanna swap spit."

Larielle giggled, pulling him to the ride. The line was surprisingly short, and they were on immediately. When they got to the top, the ride got stuck, and their car wobbled, making Lari nervous.

"These things get stuck all the time. Don't worry, come here," Evan assured her, pulling her closer, lifting her chin and kissing her. She was immediately comforted at his touch and didn't move until the ride jerked. He simply pulled her back to him. "It's fine. The wheel is only about to start turning again. Look what you can see from up here."

She looked around the fairgrounds, at all the lights, hearing the music, watching the people. Carnivals had always been magic to her. And seeing it from up here at this view, it was breathtaking. She had never been on a Ferris wheel as tall as this one.

When they were off the Ferris wheel, he suggested they ride through the Tunnel of Love. All they did was use the dark to swap more spit. Evan's hand rested on her thigh, moving up towards her warmth. She moved it away, still kissing him, moving his hand to her waist. Evan didn't move his hand. If she wanted him touching her there, she'd have let him.

"If you buy me a basket of barbecue chicken, I'll let you take my clothes off," she told him, moving closer.

"Taking the 'be his whore' thing a bit seriously, think?"

"I'll be your whore, papi," she whispered, her hand caressing his muscled chest.

"What am I going to get to do after I take your clothes off?" he wondered.

This time, Larielle took his hand and let him feel her warmth. He pulled her into his lap, sliding his hand into her jeans, feeling that she was wet. "Evan, okay, stop," she told him, moving and fixing her jeans. She could see the carnival lights which meant that the ride was nearing over.

They went to get the chicken, and then Evan took her to the bottle toss. He knocked the bottles over, seeming to astonish the conductor. The games were rigged, but he wasn't stupid. He knew how to hit the bottles just right. Lari picked out a giant tiger from the top, and they took it to the car. They sat in the backseat awhile, Larielle in his lap, his fingers in her jeans while she moaned, grinding against his stiff member.