Page 42 of Believe it or Knot

“It’s nothing.” Rafe drapes an arm over my shoulder and kisses my temple. “Don’t worry about it, conejita.”

I shrug and force a smile to my lips. “I’m not worried. It’s cute Gray wants to see the cute animals.”

The alpha all but draped over me hums. “I think we should do games first. I can win you all the prizes.”

I laugh and pretend like my cheeks don’t flush with delight at the offer.

“Maybe we should wait until the end of the day to play any games,” I say, glancing around at the crowd around us. “If you win, I’ll have to carry the prize for the rest of the day.”

Liam slings his arm over my shoulder. “Who says you’ll do the carrying? That’s what we have three big strong alphas for.”

I giggle at the image that brings to mind of each of them holding an oversized stuffed toy or one of those giant inflatable hammers for the rest of the day. All the men around me smile in response.

“I’ll gladly carry it for you, sweet thing,” Gray says, knuckles brushing over the dimple in my cheek.

“If we wait too long, all the good prizes will be gone for the day,” Liam wheedles.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Fine.”

Rafe claps his hands together, surveying the options before he strides over to one with moving targets and an air rifle.

“Oh, he just wants to show off for you,” Gray murmurs, lacing his fingers with mine and urging me to follow.

“Come on, bodyguard,” Gage says, folding his arms over his chest as we stop behind Rafe. “Let’s see what you can do.”

Rafe smirks, pays five dollars and then shoulders the rifle, sighting down the barrel. What happens next is… well, so damn sexy.

It’s ridiculous really how watching Rafe hit target after target with sublime accuracy is such a turn on, but by the time he’s done, I’m practically panting and my thighs are clenching together.

Lips whisper against my ear as a hot breath ghosts over my skin. “That turn you on, biscuit?”

I jerk, my eyes flying away from Rafe to Gage, standing far too close to me. His eyes are hot and I have the brief thought that he can smell my arousal… but that can’t be right. Betas don’t perfume the way an omega does or release pheromones the way alphas do. I must have given something away by the way I’m behaving. I force my legs to stop rubbing together and give him a smile. The fake one.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

A low, harsh laugh puffs over the side of my head. “Sure you don’t, Sorrel.” He edges closer, as the rhythmic pop pop pop of the air gun sounds from the booth. “You should see what I can do with a gun, biscuit. I’m bet that would get you nice and wet.”

I blink up at him… I didn’t hear that right, did I? No. No, Gage doesn’t look at me like that. He doesn’t think of me like that. He never has. He never will.

But then he leans down, until our noses are almost touching, our lips far too close. “Get you aching between your legs for me, hmm?”

I guess he does think of me like that.

I have no clue what to even say to that. None.

So I just stand there staring at him with red cheeks and wet panties, lips parted.

“Sorrel!” A hand tugs on my arm, dragging me away from Gage and over to where Rafe is waiting, brow cocked.

“Should I be hurt that you weren’t watching?”

I try to speak, but my voice doesn’t work at first. So I swallow and try again, licking my lips first. “No, I was. You were. It was super impressive. Very… accurate.”

“Accurate!” Liam cries. “Accurate? That’s the best you can come up with? My man is so fucking sexy when he shoots things, gets me all hot and bothered.” Liam pauses and looks closer at my face. “You should see him at a range. He can hit a bullseye with anything.”

I make my tongue unstick and physically shake my head like that will dispel the physical ache I’m currently feeling.

“Gage can do that, too.” I glance over at my best friend to find him glaring at all of us. “He’s a sharpshooter.”

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