Page 25 of Alpha Brock
“Are you coming, too?” I ask Brock as he approaches, taking another little sip of my beer.
He arches a brow, green eyes locking on mine. “Coming where?”
“Don’t bother,” Brent sighs, rolling his eyes. “He never comes out with us anymore.”
“The bar in Stillwater for ladies’ night.” I smile sweetly, holding eye contact.
“You’re going?” he asks.
I give a little nod. “Yeah, why not?”
“Hm,” Brock grunts, striding over to the refrigerator. Closing the distance between us.
He gets in my space as he pulls it open, his arm brushing my thigh as he reaches inside for a beer. I get those full body tingles again- my intuition still trying to tell me something about Brock- as well as delightful little sparks from the contact of his skin against mine. He closes the refrigerator and leans back against the door, lifting the hem of his t-shirt and using it to twist off the bottle cap. And of course I sneak a side-eyed peek at his lower abs as he does, because I’m still fantasizing about that insane body of his.
“Fuck it,” he says, tossing the beer cap into the sink on the other side of me and raising the bottle to his lips. “I’ll come with you guys.”
Brent and Jared exchange glances with one another, then look to Brock.
“Really?” Jared asks skeptically.
“Sure,” Brock shrugs. “It’s been a while.”
He shoots me a side-eyed glance as he takes another swig of his beer, and suddenly I’m feeling positively giddy.
The oven beeps to signal that it’s warm enough to add the food, and fifteen minutes later we’re all digging into the tater tot casserole that Brock and Brent’s mom made. Not gonna lie, I’m pleasantly surprised- as weird as it looks and sounds, it tastes awesome. Then we all go to our respective rooms to get ready, and I decide to go all out for my first bar experience at the six-pack with a pair of skin-tight pleather pants, a skimpy hot-pink bandeau top, and a pair of hot-pink stiletto heels to match.
I leave my hair down, my curls bouncy and wild, and go for a smoky eye look with my makeup. By the time I’m finished, the guys are all waiting for me in the living room, ready to go. I don’t hear any complaints about taking my sweet time to get ready once they see me, though- Jared’s face splits into a goofy, lopsided grin, Brent whistles and catcalls me, and Brock just silently rakes his eyes up and down my body, the hungry look in them telling me what his lips won’t.
The ride over to Stillwater seems quick, especially with Jared DJ’ing the best pump-up tunes from his spot in the passenger seat. Once we arrive at the bar I quickly see that these guys weren’t exaggerating about this place being busy on Wednesdays- it’spacked. A few dudes look my way when we enter, but quickly avert their eyes when they see that I’m flanked by three huge guys. Story of my life- most of the Denver males won’t look my way because of Cole and Sam, and now it seems I’ve wound up with a new set of bodyguards in the six-pack.
“What’s your poison?” Brent asks, leaning in so I can hear him over the thump of the music. The center of the bar has turned into a dance floor, and there’s a DJ playing music off to one side, surrounded by flashing party lights.
“Gin and tonic,” I reply, cupping my hand around my mouth and leaning toward the shell of his ear. “If it’s ladies’ night though, shouldn’t I…”
“Nah.” Brent shakes his head. “I’ve got this.” He grins, backing toward the bar. “I’ll just point you out!” he yells over the music before spinning around, disappearing into the crowd.
“Wanna grab a table?” Jared asks Brock and I, pointing out a vacant high-top table on the opposite wall from the bar.
"Sure!” I chirp.
The crowd’s thick, so Brock leads the way- people just part for him like the red sea. It must be his domineering stature or the big alpha energy that rolls off of him in waves that has people scampering to get out of his way. It’s kinda nice- I’m so small that I usually have a hard time fighting through crowds. Maybe I should go out with Brock more often.
When we reach the table, I slide onto a stool and Brock takes the seat beside me, effectively trapping me between the wall and his large body. Jared takes the stool across from me, looking to his alpha.
“Did you tell Reid we were coming out?” he asks.
I turn to Brock, who shakes his head. “Nah, didn’t think of it.”
That strikes me as a little odd, considering we’re in Reid’s territory.
“You think he’ll show?” Jared asks.
Brock shrugs, and before he can respond, Brent appears with a gin and tonic for me and beers for them.
“Drink up, I told the bartender I was here with three women so I could get these for free,” he winks, doling them out.
Brock furrows his brow, looking appalled. “Youwhat?”