Page 75 of Perfectly Naïve
He recoils. “Ew, no.”
“Fine. But omegas who were more omega-y than me.”
His features pinch with frustration. “Liv, I thought you realized by now that you’re plenty omega-y for me.”
I exhale. “Right. Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I guess I’m still wondering if I’m good enough?”
“Your mom is literally the worst.” He shakes his head. “Listen to me,” he barks, forcing my attention to his face. “You are gorgeous. Smart. Sexy. The perfect omega. Say it.” His command washes over me.
“I’m gorgeous. Smart. Sexy. The perfect omega.”
“Good.” He leans across the console and captures my chin in his hand. “Now tell me who you belong to.”
The command strokes down my spine and wrenches the words out of me. “Your pack.”
“That’s right, Liv. So if you insult my omega again, I’m going to be upset.”
“What happens when you’re upset?” What? I can’t help asking, even if I’m racing toward trouble.
“I’ll fuck you until you forget every single doubt your mother planted in your mind.”
My lips twitch, even as my core tightens. “That’s a lot of fucking.”
He nods. “Who’s my omega?” he barks.
“I am.”
A smirk cuts across his face and he kisses me. “Now you’re getting it.” He hops out of the car, opens my door, and tugs me against his body. The chaste kiss he places on my lips leaves me thirsty. He’s been taking great care of me, but with that slow, careful attention has come a long-lasting, almost painful need. I adore that the pack has been moving at what they think is my pace, but I’m suddenly ready to hit fast forward.
Once we get inside and to our station, Sawyer picks out the easiest game and goes first. I perch on the stool at our high-top table, snuggling into my jacket and crossing my legs and watching his powerful form. His broad shoulders and muscled forearms work as he finds his stance. Positions the driver. Inhaling, he twists his torso and brings the club down. The ball flies through the air and hits the first target.
My mouth falls open.Holy crap, he’s really good.
The guys next to us clap for him, and I go next, grabbing my driver and heading to the green. “How am I supposed to follow that?” I tease Sawyer.
“Do your best. This target is close.”
Exhaling, I nod. This should be easy, but I haven’t golfed since I was on the high school team, and even then, I only joined because my mother insisted I learn because my pack would expectit. I can hit a ball, but I can’thita ball. Clearing my throat and steadying my frantic heart, I set the ball up and position my feet.
Here goes nothing.
I hit the ball, frowning as I watch its trajectory. The ball barely grazes the target. Well, that wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great. My form is a little rusty too. Shaking my head, I head back to my seat so Sawyer can take his turn.
“That was great.”
I give Sawyer a look. “Don’t lie.”
“I’m not! Hey, I mean, you didn’t throw the club.”
He swings again, hitting the target with practiced ease. Now he’s just showing off.
We go back and forth, and drive after drive, the alpha makes the golf balls soar. He’s not the best one out here tonight, but he’s pretty damn close.
Soon enough, my inner perfectionist rears her head, and on my next turn, I exhale and test my grip on the club. I recall everything our coach told us, fix my feet, and then swing again.
“Yes!” Sawyer shouts as my ball arches and hits dead center.
All right. Now we’re getting somewhere. I turn back to him, grinning. I didn’t do as well as he did, but I did okay.
