Page 61 of Alpha Hunt
Giving up on sleep, I swing my legs from the bed and amble groggily to the bathroom. A cold shower doesn’t help. And soaping myself only reminds me of how it had felt to have his hands on my body.
God, it was good. Without doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. But why? What did he do that was different from anyone else I’d ever been with before?
Everything, that’s what.
He’d melted me completely with just a few strokes of his talented fingers.
Was it the bond? That connection?
Stop! It!
Yanking on sweats and a T-shirt, I stomp through to the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea because even coffee reminds me of him now. I’m leaning against the kitchen counter, holding my mug in both hands, when it hits me again.
Something is wrong!
“For fuck’s sake, Stone! This is getting ridiculous!” I take a mouthful of tea that scalds the roof of my mouth and end up tossing the rest down the drain.
I want to get to work, but Jagger told me to take a day for myself, and now I’m at a loss. I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had free time on my hands, and I don’t think I like it.
Prowling around the apartment, I reorganize furniture, unpack and repack closets, and clean all the windows. And still, I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.
That’s because it is. I’m not designed to be left to my own devices like this. I’m meant to be with my team.
Screw Jagger! I’m going to work.
My hand has scarcely touched the door knob of the front door when a knock has me leaping backward.
“What the fuck?”
“Casey? You home?” a female voice calls out.
“No!” I snap back.
There’s a giggle. “Don’t be a dork. We can hear you!”
Fuck. It’s Savannah. And probably Sierra, if my nose is serving me correctly. Grudgingly, I haul the door open. The twins are standing across the threshold, each holding a baby on a hip.
“Can we come in?” asks Sierra.
“We’re coming in,” says Savannah, brushing past me before I can object. I watch in bemusement as the pair stroll into my living room and look around curiously.
“Nice place,” says Sierra. “Jagger picked well.”
“I’m almost jealous.” Savannah turns to me, passes me her baby, and then walks around before stopping to peer out the window that leads to the balcony. “I think mine has a better view, though.”
I stand near the front door, holding the squirming child awkwardly. “Hello? Is there a reason you’re here?”
Savannah makes a tutting sound. “Can’t a girl pop around to visit her bestie unannounced?”
Bestie?
“No,” I tell her.
They exchange glances and giggle again. “You’re so funny!” Sierra pulls a face at me before lowering herself onto my sofa. She’s still carefully holding a baby girl. “Auntie Casey is very grumpy today, isn’t she, Gina?” she coos at the child.
“You called her Gina?” I look at Savannah, who’s made her way to the kitchen.
She shrugs. “We’re not sure. We’re still trying out names. We’ll pick out the ones that click for us.”