Page 39 of Knot Their Valentine

They all truly want me, and it seems like they want me just as badly as I want them.

Can this really happen? Can the four of us make this work? Without anyone getting hurt?

Without my heart getting crushed in the process?

I'm barely pulling away from another soft kiss when I hear a thud. I gasp, snapping my head to the side just in time to see Caelum on his ass.

There's a long moment of silence as we all stare at the fallen Alpha, lying backward on the ice, fanning his arms out like he's gonna make a snow angel.

He grunts, shaking his head. “Well, that was super embarrassing. Can one of you, or maybe all of you, help me up?” Cae chuckles. “The guy I rented the skates from said that we could use one of the children's skating guides after I told him that none of us had ever skated before.” Cae sits up and reaches his hand out to both Lachlan and Quinton. I actually wanted to offer my help as well, but I'm well aware that I would probably just make the situation worse. “I thought he was just fucking with me. But I see now that he was probably right.”

I can't help but giggle as I try to imagine Cae holding onto a skating guide. Especially when I watch a little girl who can't be more than six years old skate past us, holding a blue penguin one herself.

She looks very confident and very comfortable. She's giggling and laughing as she chases her mom, who effortlessly glides in front of her daughter.

“I think I would be more comfortable using one, at least for a little while…” I murmur. It's slightly embarrassing, but I also don't wanna fall flat on my ass like Cae did.

“I'll grab one,” Lachlan offers before glancing back at Cae. “Maybe I'll grab two,” he adds, making us all snort.

We spend the next hour and a half skating on wobbly ankles and trembling knees. The adorable guide helps a lot, but skating takes serious muscle tone and a skill level of balance I do not possess.

It seems that none of the men I'm here with possess this skill either.

By the time we're putting our shoes on and heading back out to the car, we all are significantly worn out. My legs are shaking with fatigue.

This date with Pack Baker was the most fun I've ever had. We laughed the whole time, teasing each other relentlessly.

I didn't fall at all, not for lack of trying, but mostly because anytime I wobbled a little too much, three sets of hands reached for me at the same time.

Quin never strayed too far from my side, but Cae was struggling just to stay upright. Lachlan was the most daring of the four of us, but at best, he was able to skate next to us slowly on his own.

He never managed to pick up much speed, but it was pretty impressive watching him focus so hard on learning.

We picked up some ice creams on the way home, which is why I completely miss the new art piece hanging on the wall above the couch in the living room.

It's not until Quin clears his throat and nods to it that I even look up.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasp, shocked to see the painted image of my breasts hanging in the middle of the apartment living room.

There's really no denying exactly what you're looking at. As far as I can tell, the only change Lachlan made to the painting was to frame it.

“When Lachlan said he wanted to hang some of his art here, I didn't realize that was what he wanted to hang. I thought it would be one of his landscapes, something more family appropriate…” Cae snorts as he stands in the living room with his arms crossed over his chest. He's staring at the painting intently.

“Don't look!” I put my ice cream on the counter and rush forward with my hands raised. My intention is to cover his eyes so he can't see any more than he already has, but the second I get close enough, Cae grabs both of my wrists.

I'm tugged against his hard chest as he wraps one of his arms around my waist, securing me tightly in his hold.

“Why, Fireball? Are you worried I'll like what I see?” Cae's hold on my waist tightens, our scents both rising to fill the space around us.

“Fuck me, you two smell insane together,” Lachlan groans like a starving man, and I blush furiously.

“I'm just going to go change, try not to have too much fun without me,” Quin teases, and as he passes, he presses a kiss to my cheek.

I'm practically a puddle on the floor for these men. Between Quin's sweetness, Cae’s confidence, and Lachlan’s playfulness?

I'm fucking weak.

Chapter Eleven

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