Page 29 of Knot My Band: Part One
“We have to start with the biggest ride,” I declare, looking around for which one that is.
“And why is that?”
“Then there’s nothing to be scared of.”
“Will your wig come off?” Jack asks.
I shake my head. “No, it’s pinned down.”
We make our way to a tall coaster that has two large drops and get in line. It doesn’t take long before we are at the front and getting on.
“Scared?” Jack teases, his grin wild and infectious, as the safety bar comes down.
“How could I be when you’re here?” I meant for it to be teasing, but I realize it’s the truth. My omega trusts Jack, which means something that might freak me out feels smaller with him here.
The ride takes off, and I don’t get to hear his answer.
The world blurs into a kaleidoscope of color and sound as the roller coaster hurtles us through the air. My stomach drops, but it’s less from the plunge and more from Jack’s hand gripping mine, solid and thrilling.
The coaster ratchets to a stop, and we stagger off with wobbly legs.
We go on a few more rides before my stomach grumbles. Jack hears and immediately changes directions toward the food stands.
“Let’s feed you.”
I nod, liking being taken care of. “I want something sugary and greasy.”
“Fine, but then you must have something with substance too.” I can hear the alpha behind his words, wanting to take care of an omega.
“And what healthy food do you think you’ll find here?” I ask.
The scent of fried food and sugar hangs heavy in the air.
“Okay, a treat now, but then we will get food after, and I don’t want to hear any sass about it.” Jack lightly taps my ass before going up to the stand for fried dough covered in sugar.
He orders one while I’m still standing behind him shocked and very turned on.
He hands me the treat, and I dig in immediately. I stuff my face so I can avoid the slick in my panties and hope he can’t smell it.
We are taking things slowly.
That reminder makes Dax pop into my head. There’s no future with this pack if Dax isn’t on board, which means I can’t get attached.
I’m too weak to stay away from them altogether.
After my next bite, I can feel sugar crystals stuck to my face.
His thumb is gentle against my skin as he wipes it away, making butterflies go crazy in my stomach.
I avoid this moment, too, by shoving the greasy dough into his face for his own bite. He startles but takes it in stride, opening his mouth and biting down.
“We should go get some food that’s not dessert. Denver has food trucks everywhere. I was thinking we could try one?” Jack asks.
I pout. “Can we play one game before we go?”
Jack looks like he wants to argue, but when his eyes drop to my bottom lip sticking out, he sighs. “Fine, one game, then food, but you have to have some water.”
He holds the bottle out to me, and I take a drink like the good omega I am before realizing I’ve done it.
