Page 46 of Alpha Brock
Oh.Right.Definitely left the bar on Saturday with him, right in front of them. I should’ve known this was coming.
I shrug nonchalantly, gripping the edge of the desk and shifting so that I’m fully seated on it. “What about us?”
“Oh my gosh.” Quinn heaves an exasperated sigh, scrubbing a hand over her face. “You’re killing me, girl! I was dying to ask you about it all day yesterday.”
After an incredible night with Brock on Saturday, I woke up alone on Sunday morning. He must’ve gone back to his own room at some point. I sort of expected that, so I didn’t let it bug me and just went about my day. I spent a good portion of it in Westfield with Quinn and Jax getting more of the evacuees from my pack settled. Jax comes from a lovely family, and it was a pleasure getting to know all of them- so much so that I lost track of time and didn’t return to Riverton until yesterday evening. Then today, so far, has been like any other day; coffee with the boys, riding to the complex with Brock, practice with the squad, and reporting to IT for the afternoon.
“Then why didn’t you just ask me yesterday?” I challenge, tilting my head to the side.
“Because the two of us were never alone!” Quinn gushes. “I wasn’t sure if you were trying to keep it quiet or not… I know a thing or two about trying to sneak around, so I didn’t want to call you out.”
A grin creeps across my face. “So then what are you doing right now?” I wink.
Quinn’s face flushes. “I just… I mean…” she stammers.
“I’m just teasing, Quinn,” I laugh, putting her out of her misery. I cross one leg over the other, shrugging. “It’s not a big secret or anything. We’re attracted to each other. We’ve fooled around a few times. We’re both consenting adults, so I don’t see what the big deal is.”
Quinn’s eyes fly wide while Brooke’s cheeks grow rosy with her blush, like the mere mention of casual sex is dirty. I don’t buy for a second that she’s actually offended- I’ve seen how she is with Theo; the girl definitely fucks. And good girls like her are usually freaks in the sheets.
“For real?” Quinn blinks, and I can practically see the gears in her head still working to process my admission. “I mean I suspected but I wasn’t sure if I believed it! It makes sense since you’re both hot as fuck, but the guy is stone cold, I didn’t think he had it in him.”
I shrug again, my gaze flickering between the girls. “He’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s not nearly as intimidating as he seems. And like I said, it’s no big deal, so can we not make it into a big thing?”
If it gets back to Brock that people are talking about us, I’m willing to bet that his walls would come slamming back up. I feel like he’s finally starting to let them down and let me in, which means one of two things- he either continues to slowly open up, or he panics and tries to bolt. He’s tougher for me to get a read on than most, so the jury’s still out as to which way he’ll go.
“I’m sorry, did you just say afewtimes? You’ve been holding out on us!” Brooke chuckles, shaking her head. “What other secrets have you been keeping?”
My lips curl into a smirk. “Actually, Ihavebeen keeping something else kinda quiet…”
“Oh no,” she blurts, her blue eyes wide. “Who?”
I throw back my head laughing. “Really, Brooke?”
Quinn elbows her, laughing along with me.
“What, I had to ask!” Brooke giggles, her cheeks reddening in a blush again. “If it isn’t that, then what is it?”
I uncross my legs and place my hands on my knees, leaning in a little closer and dropping my voice low as I look between the girls. “Okay, I haven’t told many people about this yet, but… you know my ability as an intuitive?”
They both nod enthusiastically, interest piqued.
“It’s evolving,” I continue excitedly. “For the past week I’ve been having visions.”
Brooke blinks. “What kind of visions?”
“Are you seeing the future?” Quinn asks, scooching closer.
“I’m not exactly sure,” I sigh. “I’ve seen a couple that I know are definitely the past. They seem pretty random thus far and I’m still trying to figure out what they mean.”
“Ohh!” Brooke exclaims, wheeling her desk chair closer. “Try it on me!”
“I don’t think it works that way,” I giggle. “They’ve come to me randomly; I don’t think I could just call one forward.”
“Have you ever tried?” Brooke presses.
I give a little shake of my head. “No, like I said, it’s still new.”
“Try it, then!” Brooke sticks her hand out, offering it to me.