Page 37 of Alpha Brock
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You’re still having visions?”
“Yeah,” I sigh, relaxing a little bit into the arm that he’s got draped around my waist. “After that first one with you in the kitchen, I had another a couple of days ago, and then that one today. Pretty sure my gift… or ability, whatever you wanna call it, is evolving somehow.”
“Hm,” Brock muses, his eyebrows drawing together. He looks away for a moment, lost in thought, then back to me. “What’d you see?”
“Well,” I sigh, unfolding my arms and staring down at my lap. “It was Chase as a little kid, and his mom was walking out on his family.” I look back up at Brock, squinting my eyes. “Does that make sense?”
He sighs and gives a little shake of his head. “Not sure. Alpha Vaughn doesn’t have a mate, but I’ve never asked why Chase’s mom isn’t in the picture. He’s never mentioned it.”
“Maybe that’s why,” I say quietly. I pause for a moment before continuing. “I get the feeling that Chase is just looking for somewhere to belong, and you were awfully harsh with him earlier.”
Brock stiffens, his emerald eyes suddenly going cold. “The kid’s gonna get himself killed. He can’t run around playing tough guy when it comes to the shadow pack.”
“He’s seventeen, Brock!” I sigh exasperatedly, shaking my head. “You’re totally missing an opportunity here to bring him into the fold and help guide him. And you can’t tell me that you didn’t play tough too when you were that age.”
He shoots me a suspicious look. “Why, did you have a vision of me at seventeen or something?”
I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “No, that’s not how it works. I can’t pick and choose what I want to see. Or at least I don’t think I can. I don’t know, it’s still new.”
It suddenly strikes me how natural this feels. It may be the first meaningful conversation that Brock and I have ever had, and it’s nice. Comfortable.
“I just wish you would’ve listened to me about the kid, that’s all,” I breathe. “I know it was squad business, but I’m an intuitive, I know a thing or two about handling people.”
“Right,” Brock grumbles, tracing his fingertips down my spine. “Sorry.”
Hot damn, another apology from Brock? That has to be a record. And yeah, I’ll forgive him, because one, I don’t have time for grudges, and two, the way he’s touching me right now is making me shiver… and we’ve got the house to ourselves.
It’s also making me a little flustered, and I really do want that shower. “I, uh…” I stammer, pushing off of his leg and rising to my feet. “I’m gonna get in the shower.”
Brock nods, eyes transfixed on me as I back away from him. There’s heat in his gaze, and I almost ask him if he wants to join me in the shower- but quickly think better of it. I’m not going to just give it to him on a silver platter, he’s gotta work for it a little bit.
I slip away from him and steal down the hallway to my room. I start to shut the door, but then I pause, a mischievous grin pulling at my lips. And I let go of the knob, leaving it halfway open. Daring Brock to wander in.
I do close the bathroom door, though, on the off chance that Jared or Brent were to come home and wander down this way. Though Brock caught me naked last night, I swear I’m not an exhibitionist. I strip out of my clothes and take a quick shower, washing the stress of the day down the drain along with some dirt from the practice field that made its way into my bra somehow. Then I towel off and step out, running a comb through my tangled hair and wrapping the towel around my body, securing it by tucking in the end at the top.
I push open the bathroom door, steam billowing out into my bedroom as I step out. And who do I find standing in my doorway but the big bad wolf himself.
I jump slightly when my eyes land on him, a bit startled to see his imposing form blocking the doorway. He’s leaning a shoulder against one side, raking his gaze over me like I’m a five-course meal. It takes me a second to gather myself, both because he’s caught me off guard and because he’s looking at me likethat.
“Can I help you?” I ask, the corners of my lips tipping up into a smirk.
He drags his gaze down my body again, then back up- and actually fucking licks his lips. “Why do you always smell so fucking good?”
I wish I could keep it together, but my body betrays me. I feel my cheeks heat in a flush and my core starts throbbing. “Uh, I don’t know…” I mumble, watching as he raises an elbow over his head to rest against the doorframe. “I use this fancy peach body wash.”
Our gazes are locked and he’s not saying anything; the silence is deafening. All I can hear is my own heartbeat hammering in my chest as blood rushes to my ears.
“What?” I finally ask hoarsely.
The corner of his mouth kicks up into the faintest smirk. “Nothing. Just wondering if you taste as good as you smell.”
My heart races faster and my knees go a little wobbly.Should I? … could I?
I reach for the end of the towel that’s tucked in at my chest, tugging it free. Letting the towel drop to the floor.
The cool air nips at my skin, but my body’s completely on fire, incinerated by Brock’s virile stare. He slowly rakes his gaze over me again from head to toe. “Get on the bed,” he murmurs, his voice thick and gravelly.
Holy hell. Is this actually happening? I don’t take my eyes off of Brock as I step over to the bed and sink down on the edge, scooching back until I’m sitting in the middle. He makes no move to advance toward me, though- he’s just standing there in the doorway, watching me.Fuck, is this some weird power play or something? Because if he’s just trying to prove that he can order me around and he’s planning to leave me with lady blue balls again, then he’s got another thing coming. I tilt my head questioningly, searching his face. Then I lift a hand, crooking a finger. Beckoning him.