“Why is that surprising?”
I jump as an arm drops around my shoulders and I look up to see Jesse smirking at Don in a way that’s rather… feral. I’m tempted to elbow him and say that Don wasn’t flirting, for crying out loud, he can knock off the whole possessive Alpha routine—but I’m too busy blinking as a cowboy hat is suddenly dropped on my head.
I push the hat up so that it’s sitting on my head better and no longer covering my eyes. Jesse’s tousled chestnut brown hair is now on full display, since it’s his cowboy hat that’s perched on my head.
Don snorts, raising an amused eyebrow. “Isn’t she supposed to be the one who puts it on her own head?” he teases.
I frown at him, then at Jesse. “What’s he talking about?”
Don and Jesse both chuckle. “Forgetting your small-town roots so easily, huh?” Jesse murmurs, a rough edge to his voice.
“What do you mean?”
“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy,” Don says, then winks exaggeratedly at me.
I can feel heat rising up my cheeks. This is what you signed up for, I remind myself. You signed up for everyone to think you’re actually with these Alphas romantically.
This is the kind of flirty, sexy behavior that people will expect from a group of Alphas and their Omega. I can’t act stiff and uncomfortable.
The problem is, I don’t want to anyway. I’m flustered, but I’m also… hot under the collar.
“What’s this?” Hendrix says, voice full of his usual flirtation. I look over and see the other Alphas walking up to playfully surround me. “You can’t just take Jesse’s hat.”
“I didn’t take it! He just put it on me!”
“Well, it’s only fair that now you take mine.” Easton takes Jesse’s hat off my head and replaces it with his own, handing Jesse back his.
I tip my head back and grin up at him. “How do I look?”
“Sexy.” Easton grins and winks at me.
I’m not used to the usually shy Easton being so bold. I know it’s all an act, but my heart still races hard in my chest at the way he’s looking at me.
“Good.” I tip the hat and grin at him, trying to act sexier than I feel.
The hat is plucked from my head a second later, and another cowboy hat is plopped on. I recognize the scent that clings to it even before I adjust the hat so I can see and look at the men to know which one is now hatless. “Cade.”
“Good guess,” Easton says.
Cade grins at me. I grin back. He really is sweet beneath that gruff exterior.
All four men are gathered around me now, Don and everyone else in the bar completely forgotten. I swallow hard, surrounded by their scents and their bodies, the heat of them seeping into my skin. It would be so easy for them to take a step in closer, to completely fold me into their embrace and touch me…
I bet with four of them we could even make it so that others couldn’t even see. The four of them taking turns driving me crazy, making me whimper and moan, the rest of the noisy bar oblivious…
I’m so turned on, this is insane. They’re not even really doing anything. They’re just goofing off. I scramble for a distraction.
“Well, if this is how I stake my claim on you…” I snatch Hendrix’s hat and trade it with Cade’s, playfully tossing Cade his and securing Hendrix’s hat on my head. “Then how do you stake your claim on me?”
Hendrix grins, something hungry glinting in his eyes that makes my stomach melt. He’s smiled flirtatiously at me before. Hell, I don’t think Hendrix knows how to smile any other way. But this is different.
I feel my breath catch in my throat as he holds up the glass of whiskey he’s been drinking. He tips it into his mouth but doesn’t swallow. Then he takes my chin in his hand and gently squeezes, tugging downward.
I open my mouth without even really thinking about it, just following the pressure of his touch. Once my lips are fully parted, Hendrix bends down and—
Spits the whiskey my mouth.
There’s hooting and hollering from all around us, and I realize that we’ve got an audience. I close my mouth so that the whiskey doesn’t spill out, but I want to whimper. My body throbs with heat, and I can feel my legs shaking. I’ve never had someone be so bold with me, so openly sexual. And in public too.