Page 149 of Believe it or Knot

Gage laughs against my mouth, then kisses me back, slow and steady, before he pulls away slowly. “They’re family,” I say, a little breathless. It’s a common problem these days, with four men that I adore kissing me to the point of lack of oxygen. “And it’s an entire island, Gage. We’ll all have our own villas and space.”

He nods and kisses the tip of my nose. “I know. It’ll be so fucking nice to be lazy.” In the last year, Gage opened his own gym. With the backing of the Cordova pack, he’s able to offer deeply discounted—sometimes free—memberships to those of lower incomes. He’s started offering free classes to kids in just about everything from karate and boxing to yoga and Pilates.

It was an overnight success, especially once word got out that Liam, Gray and Rafe Cordova use the gym exclusively. He’s been busier than ever before and if I’m being honest, I’ve missed him. Even though he makes a point of being home every night by seven. All of them do, except for Liam, who is a slave to his filming schedule. It’s not enough time. It’s never enough time. Not when it comes to the men I love. I want to spend every second of every day with them.

“You sure you’re just excited about vacation?” Gage asks in a way that has my eyes flying up to meet his. He can’t know. I haven’t told anyone.

I nod slowly. “Yep, just excited to sit on a beach and sip margaritas and do nothing else for three weeks.”

He hums and runs his nose along my cheek until he reaches my ear. “We both know you won’t be sipping any margaritas, biscuit.”

I jerk back, looking up at him with wide eyes. “What?”

He pins me with a look that says, be serious. But I can’t admit it. I want to tell them all together as a group. So I tilt my chin up as a slow smile crawls over his face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No?”

“Nope.”

“None?”

“Nada.”

“Biscuit.”

“Gage.”

“What are we arguing over?” Rafe asks, stepping up next to us, and Gage removes one of his hands from the railing to give the other alpha space.

“Whether Sorrel will be drinking on our vacation.”

Rafe snorts. “Uh, no. You won’t. It’s adorable that you’ve been carrying around the same glass of champagne all night, as if we wouldn’t notice.”

I frown over at the full glass resting on the railing where I left it. “How…”

“Superior sense of smell, sweet thing.” Gray joins us, and Gage shifts again, pulling me in front of him and leaning against the railing, so my back pressing to his chest, one of his big hands resting possessively on my stomach. The other two alphas flank us, twin looks of pride in their eyes as the watch Gages hand stroke over my belly. “We knew before you did,” Gray admits.

My frown melts into a scowl. “And you didn’t think to tell me? To mention it?”

Rafe shrugs. “Your scent changed, but we didn’t know for sure, conejita.”

“And then you tried to be all sneaky going to the doctor, which was so fucking cute, telling us it was just a regular checkup when you just had one right before Liam’s last heat.” My cheeks flare, remembering the heat, the likely result of which we’re now discussing.

“Your emotions have been all over the place,” Gray says gently.

Gage tugs me tighter against him. “But mostly, we’re bonded, Sorrel. We can feel you, everything you feel, and you’ve been this ball of happiness and excitement and nerves. We knew something was up.”

I sigh and sink against him as Gray picks up my hand and presses a kiss to my wrist. “So you’ve all known I’m pregnant?”

“What?” Liam’s voice cuts through the noise of the party. Drawing the four of our attention to the omega standing just outside the double doors, staring at us. His mouth is open and his pretty green eyes are wide and glossy.

“Well, not all of us,” Rafe murmurs, with a small smile on his lips.

Liam’s gaze locks on mine as he takes one step forward. “You’re pregnant?” He whispers, like if he says it any louder, it might shatter the illusion.

Tears prick my eyes and my lower lip trembles as I nod. “Yes.”

“We’re having a baby?” His voice cracks on the last word.

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