Posey looks over her shoulder at me with an excited grin, holding out her hand, and that is an invitation I will absolutely never refuse. I tangle my fingers with hers, noting how perfectly her hand fits in mine. She leans her head against my arm and sighs, content to let us lead as we take her on a tour of all the different booths and things to do.
I lean down to press a kiss to her hair, silently cursing the awkward angle. “What do you want to do first, sweetheart?”
She hums, fingers trailing nonsensical patterns across my bicep. The contact makes me shiver, goosebumps spreading down my arms. Of course she notices, biting her lip to hold back a smile. “The rides are best at night, so maybe we can go to some of the booths first and also grab a bite? I can smell something deep fried and deliciously sugary, and my mouth is already watering.”
Mack does a fist pump, making her laugh. Parker rolls his eyes, but it’s much more affectionate than his usual look. “Mack’s favorite activity at any of the town events is eating. He can put down enough food to feed the entire baseball team and be hungry again an hour later.”
The big guy just shrugs, unbothered. “You try being 6’7, two-hundred-fifty pounds, and running bases almost every day. Then tell me you aren’t hungry all the time.”He turns to Posey, flashing a slightly embarrassed smile. “It’s so bad during the season I have to carry protein bars and an extra lunch with me in case I can’t get home before practice to eat. But honestly, I always have some sort of snack on me even outside of baseball season.” He pulls a packet of trail mix and a meat stick out of his pocket as proof.
Posey giggles, linking her other arm through his with a sweet smile. “I’m not much of a big meal person, and it drives my mom crazy. I’m pretty sure I could survive off of snacks alone for the rest of my life and be completely happy. But that also means I eat more often than most people. Maybe we can find a time to take snack breaks together during the day? I know it might not be possible during baseball season, but for now?”
Mack looks like he’s going to pass out from excitement, nodding like a bobblehead as his eyes glimmer with what looks suspiciously like tears. “I would love that, pretty girl. Snacks and seeing you? My dream date.”
She laughs loudly, ensnaring all of us once again. Even Parker, who up until a few days ago was the grumpiest guy on the planet, is staring at the little omega with stars in his eyes and a besotted grin on his lips. He holds out a hand towards Posey and as soon as she places hers in it, he pulls our omega out from between me and Mack with a smirk. “Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into, flower.”
I’ve been watching Posey for the last few hours and have come to the conclusion that everything she does is almost obscenely precious. She spent at least five minutes at each booth talking to the vendors and getting to know their lifestories, and the three of us just sat back and watched in complete awe at the way she effortlessly makes friends with every person she meets. The other person always walks away with a smile on their face, and I think that perfectly encompasses our omega as a person. She’s sunshine and kindness personified.
Once it got dark we finally wandered into the rides portion of the grounds. Posey has been eyeing the massive ferris wheel for a while now, her eyes narrowed like she’s thinking hard about something. Parker is an adrenaline junkie and Mack just can’t seem to tell our omega no, so they’re the ones who have been accompanying her on most of the rides. I’m not brave enough to go on the fast ones or anything that spins, so I’ve been her partner for all of the games.
Now, though, she directs her attention right at me. There’s a wide, wicked smile on her gorgeous face, and I know I’m screwed before she even opens her mouth. When Posey gives me that look, there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of me telling her no. “Paxton,” she sings, holding out a hand for mine as Mack and Parker titter in the background. “Will you go on the ferris wheel with me?”
I eye the wheel skeptically, wondering when the last safety inspection on this thing was. “I don’t know… that thing looks like one light breeze will knock it over, sweetheart.”
She pokes her bottom lip out and I crumble instantly. “Fine,” I sigh. Pointing at the two yahoos egging her on, I make my voice as serious as I can. “But I swear to god if we die on this thing, I’m coming back to haunt you both and hogging our omega for all of eternity.”
Their smug expressions drop and now it’s my turn to smirk. Posey just laughs, dragging me to what I’m positive will be my death.
“If you really don’t want to go on it I won’t make you,” she says just before we step into line for the ride.
I pull her to me and place a kiss on thetop of her head. Inhaling her sweet scent relaxes me marginally, and a quiet purr kicks up in my chest. “It’s not that I don’t want to…” I trail off, dreading admitting this to her. “I’m just fucking terrified of heights.”
Her eyes dart to mine, lips parting in surprise. “Pax!” She smacks my chest. I feign injury trying to get her to smile, but she doesn’t take the bait. Her expression shift to one of concern. “I can go alone or get Parker or McKenzie to come with me. I don’t want you suffering because of some silly whim I had.”
I shake my head, determination steeling my spine. “No.” I say firmly. The last thing I ever want is to stifle her whimsy. It’s one of my favorite things about her. “First of all, it’s not a silly whim. I don’t ever want to hear you describing something you want as silly. Second, I’m going on this death wheel with you. I might just need you to hold my hand so I don’t pass out.”
She giggles, but I’m really not joking. The chances of me passing out are extremely high.
The attendant calls for us to enter the little gondola thing, and I thank every deity I can think of this isn’t some rickety bucket seat with a measly bar to keep us from plummeting to our death. These are more like the actual gondolas you see at a ski resort, with waist-high walls and the top entirely enclosed in glass.
As soon as we enter the tiny cabin, I sit down and don’t hesitate to yank Posey down next to me. She stifles a laugh and places her small hand on my thigh, distracting me from the door shutting until we start to move. My eyes are like saucers, darting around to look out every window as we climb high into the sky. “Did you know this ride is fifteen minutes long?” Posey’s voice is all saccharine innocence as she drops to her knees in front of me.
My eyes are still comically wide, but now for a whole new reason. “Wh-what are you doing, sweetheart?” I stutter.
She bites down on her bottom lip, eyes hooded andshining with lust. “Distracting you. Thanking you. Worshiping you. Take your pick.”
I choke, coughing as her hands fumble with my zipper. “You don’t worship me, Posey. I’m your—Ihopeto be your alpha. I should be the one on my knees for you.” I try to pull her up, but she slaps my hands away and pulls down the zipper on my jeans instead.
“And you can,” she shrugs. “Another time. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never done this before. It might be terrible anyway.”
I snort, amused and momentarily forgetting about the height when my erection springs free, bouncing off my stomach. You would think facing one of my biggest fears would deter my hormones, but I guess my attraction to Posey bypasses all of that. “Even if it was the worst blow job in the world, which it won’t be, I’d still probably come in under ten minutes.”
My omega gets a wicked look in her eye and runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I groan, bucking my hips as she hums quietly. “Let’s make it five,” she whispers before swallowing me almost to my knot in one go.
“Holy fucking hell.” I grunt, placing a hand on the back of her head. I don’t press, just knead the back of her neck as she makes me see stars. Her tongue traces each vein in my shaft as she bobs her head. The cabin is filled with the combined sounds of our pleasure: my curses and groans, her quiet whimpers and muffled moans. It’s killing me that I can’t take care of her, but I promise myself that when we get home I’ll eat her out until she can’t see straight.
“Fuck, Posey. You’re so goddamn good, sweetheart.” My hips buck when her teeth graze my shaft and she gags. The sound unlocks something inside me. Something darker than I’ve ever felt with another partner. Posey must hear my breath hitch because her eyes land on mine, understanding filling them. She pulls off my cock with a softpopandsmiles up at me, that mischief back in her eyes. “Use me, Pax. Take what you need.”
I curse, gripping her hair in one hand and tugging until she moans. “You’ll tap my thigh twice if it’s too much?” I’ve read a few books that talked about things like this, and I remember that being a common signal when a partner can’t speak. She nods, and I guide her back to my cock. My knot is starting to swell at the base, a sign that I’m close to coming. I’d much rather it be in her mouth than on the floor of this ride.
