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led to the long red car.
    "Come on,” he grinned, his brown eyes sparkling.
    Kenzie found herself caught up in his enthusiasm, giggling like a school girl as he swung her into the very first car of the rollercoaster. “You're completely crazy,” she laughed.
    "Yep,” he agreed easily, bending to kiss her before sliding into the car next to her. “Are you a screamer?"
    With the tingling sensations left from the last kiss he'd pressed upon her, Kenzie just blinked at him a minute in confusion. “Screamer? Oh...you mean on the rollercoaster. No, I don't scream."
    "We'll have to see about that,” he whispered against her ear, his tongue coming out to tickle the soft whorl.
    She shivered in reaction, feeling her nipples growing hard and a spurt of heat rush to pool in her groin. “Oh, not fair,” she moaned, just as the safety bar slid down, clicking into place. “That was cheating."
    "Nope,” he quipped. “All's fair..."
    The ride took off with a jerk, startling Mackenzie enough so that a squeal was torn from her mouth. She glared at Hawk as the car started to make its first torturously slow climb to the summit, the clacking nose harsh in her ears.
    She turned to him, scooting as close as she could, letting her hand fall to his thigh. “I heard somewhere that an orgasm on a rollercoaster is ten times better than one in a bed.” Her hand smoothed over the fabric of his jeans, sliding down toward his knee and then back up toward the bulge that was growing in his pants. “It has something to do with endorphins."
    "Really,” he groaned as her hand came to rest upon the hard ridge of his cock, stroking and squeezing it through his jeans. “Mac...uh...ah, you maybe shouldn't be...ah...doing that."
    The car was slowing as it reached the top. Mac, turned innocent eyes up to him. “Doing what?” she asked, flicking open the button to his jeans and sliding her hand inside. “This?” She felt the heated tip, moving down further to find his thick shaft and stroking over it as they plunged down the other side.
    "Yes,” he growled, loud enough to be heard over the roar of the wind and the screams of the other passengers. The motion of the car made her hand move over him, jerking him off.
    He felt good in her hand, hard and thick, throbbing as the curves and twists of the ride jostled them. She could only imagine how good he would feel inside of her, how the thick shaft would stretch her, filling her, pumping inside of her until she would come. Just the thought had her wet and wanting, her eyes on his face.
    Hawk closed his eyes, unable to watch what she was doing to him. He could feel the cum churning inside of him, wanting to explode. Every move of her soft hand sent him closer to completion until he groaned, grabbing her hand and pulling it away from his body. “Stop,” he growled, his voice a sexy rasp.
    He turned and looked at her, groaning at the sight. She was flushed, her eyes a little hazy, heavy lidded, hungry. Her lips were parted, wet from her tongue. The wind rushed through her curls, tossing them like a lover's hands would. Her tee shirt was blown back against her body, outlining her breasts, showing off the hard nipples that pushed against her bra.
    "If you don't stop looking at me like that, I'm going to take you somewhere and fuck you until you scream,” he growled, watching as her eyes narrowed and then focused upon his mouth. He could almost hear her thoughts in his head, the expression on her face clear.
    Mac could only fantasize about how it would feel to be held in his arms while he pounded into her. She could almost see it in her mind, pushed against a wall, naked, his hand holding her arms above her head while his other hand diddled in her creamy pussy, driving her past the brink of holding back. It was an intoxicating picture, one that had her licking her lips in anticipation.
    Hawk buttoned his jeans as they rounded the final head pounding turn, feeling the car slowing and then coming to a stop.