This night was going to give me indigestion.
“We need tickets for the rides and games and stuff.” Westin pointed at a ticket booth.
“How many do we need?” I wanted to be the one to buy them for her.
“Lots,” Westin said, the bright fair lights shining in her eyes.
Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning as I purchased a shit-ton of tickets. I gave a bunch to each of the guys, but kept Westin’s in my pocket.
“What do you want to do first?” Liam asked.
“I want to do everything,” she said.
“Are you hungry?” Henry asked, rubbing his stomach. “The food is the best part of the fair.”
“I could eat,” Westin said, but she was eyeing the games with some longing.
“How about you and Liam grab food, and Bear, Westin, and I can play some games?” I suggested, wanting some space from Liam. Westin had fallen asleep on the couch after lunch, which was good because she needed the rest. But did she have to fall asleep with her head in Liam’s lap? Ugly jealousy prickled at my skin.
“Fine,” Liam said, scowling at me over our omega’s head.
Westin turned around in his arms. “Do you mind?”
Liam’s eyes softened and he smiled. “Of course not, kitten. What do you want?”
“Umm.” She looked around at the sea of food stands. “How about a corn dog? And lemonade?”
“Sounds good,” Henry said. “Do you want anything else? Cotton candy? Deep-fried cookies? Funnel cake?”
“Oh, can we get funnel cake later?” Westin asked, bouncing up and down in a way that drew my attention to her gorgeous breasts.
“Whatever you want,” Liam said, leaning down to kiss her.
Bear and I gave them our orders, and they left to get our food. Bear turned to Westin. “Alright, what first?”
She reached out to grab my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Let’s check out some games.”
We wove in and out of the crowd, both of us keeping a hand on Westin at all times. My gun was tucked into the back of my jeans just in case something happened. I wouldn’t take any risks with my omega’s safety.
“Oh my gosh, Gray,” Westin gasped, tugging on my arm. “You have to play this game.”
I looked at the booth she was pointing at. It was a shooting game where you hit bottles off a wall to win a prize.
I looked at the little toy gun skeptically. “It’s probably rigged.”
“What, big bad bodyguard scared of a little carnival game?” Bear taunted, hitting me on the shoulder.
Westin giggled. “I promise not to hold it against you if you miss them all.”
“I’m not going to fucking miss them all,” I said, striding over to the booth. The attendant was a middle-aged beta with a toothy grin. His smile faltered as I thrust four tickets at him with a scowl.
“Be nice,” Westin said, elbowing my side.
I just grunted, taking the plastic gun and weighing it in my hands. “What do you want to win, princess?”
Westin eyed the prizes. They ranged from plastic tiaras to stuffed animals to inflatable swords. All junk, but Westin was taking it seriously. “A stuffed animal,” she finally said. That meant I needed to hit four out of the five targets.
I gripped her chin and leaned down to give her a hard kiss. She kissed me back hungrily and looked slightly dazed once we pulled apart. “A bit of good luck,” I said, a pleased growl rumbled through my chest.
