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We finally make it to the front of the line, and then I proceed to order half the shit on the menu, laughing when the teenager working the register’s eyes go wide.
I shrug, pulling out my wallet. “My girl can eat.”
That earns me an elbow to the side. Hell, I’d probably get a damn hard-on to see her eat all of this.
I don’t know why women are so worried about eating in front of a man. Because for me…There’s nothing sexier than seeing my girl eat.
Nothing.
I want her to fuel her body, especially when there’s a good chance after this, we’ll get back home and I’ll work her out. Extensively.
Em and I sit at a picnic table on the side of the concession stand, and she looks around with excitement, hardly able to sit still in her seat.
“I know I can’t ride any rides, but I think the Ferris wheel would be okay,” she contemplates.
“Yep, I emailed Dr. Brown about it. He said it’s okay.”
“You checked with my doctor?”
I nod. “Of course. I wouldn’t do anything that wasn’t safe for you or the babies, Em.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but they call our number at the stand, signaling our order is ready.
“Hold that thought,” I tell her, a wide smile on my face, before walking over to get the ridiculous amount of stuff we ordered in my arms then placing it in front of her.
She picks the funnel cake first, and when she takes her first bite, her eyes roll back in her head as she lets out a moan around the mouthful of powdered covered cake.
Fuck, first it was ice cream, now it’s funnel cake.
My dick hasn’t gotten the memo when it involves Emery and food.
“Oh my god. This is literal heaven. Like an angel actually came down and hand delivered this to a carnival carney. I’m convinced. Mmm.” Shoveling another bite into her mouth, she moans again.
“Satisfies the greasy and the full of sugar in one go, huh?”
She nods. “Perfection. Next up, an actual fried Oreo.”
We spend the next thirty minutes sampling everything in front of us, and ultimately, it’s no surprise that the funnel cake wins.
It’s been my favorite since I was a kid. I quickly toss the leftover food away, and then we make our way to the games.
“No, we should probably skip the games. I would hate to beat you after you just gave me that delicious food.” She snickers, crossing her arms.
“Is that a… challenge, Davidson?” My eyebrow raises in question. “Sure you wanna go there?”
“You tell me. I’m always up for a challenge, are you?”
Fuck, this crazy girl, I’m done for.
“Put your money where your mouth is, babe. Loser signs up for the dunk tank. No take backs,” I tell her, pointing to the dunking booth full of water across the courtyard. She looks over at it, then back at me, and steels her jaw.
“Prepare to get wet.”
I smirk. “Nah, that’ll be you. Now… and later.”
“Pig,” she retorts.
“You love it.”
