Page 43 of Alpha Brock
“Glad to hear it,” Gray nods. “I know my pack’s eager to meet the families they’ll be housing.”
The twins cruise up to our table right as the waitress returns to deliver drinks to Brock and me, and I reach for my gin and tonic eagerly, taking a big sip as Brock pays.
“Hey, you made it!” Brooke chirps, flashing me a bright smile as Theo scoops her onto his lap and nuzzles his face into her neck.
“Sure did,” I grin.
“Quinn, you’ll take shots with me, right?” Fallon pouts, leaning sideways onto Gray as he slides an arm around her waist. “My sister’s no fun tonight.” She shoots Brooke a look, who responds by rolling her eyes and making a face.
“Girl, do I ever turn down shots?” Quinn laughs, sliding off of Jax’s lap. She turns to me. “Astrid, you in?”
“Sure!” I smile, climbing off of the barstool and following Quinn around the table toward Fallon.
She presses a kiss to Gray’s cheek. “We’ll be right back, babe.”
The three of us thread through the crowd toward the bar, and it isn’t an easy trek to make given the sheer number of bodies in this place tonight. I guess with the fight in Denver looming, nobody’s missing a chance to get out and let loose. Party like there’s no tomorrow, because for some of us, after this battle there might not be.
Fallon, Quinn, and I hang out by the bar for a while, several people approaching the girls while we’re there. I’m introduced to a few of their friends that I’ve only really seen in passing- Davis and Casey, Boyd and Kyla, a super sexy tattooed guy named Logan, and a feisty girl named Vienna. She’s already pretty tipsy when she joins us for our fourth shot of tequila, and she’s quick to pull us out to the dance floor afterwards.
We meet up with Brooke and a couple of Fallon’s friends in the midst of the crowd dancing, and as I start moving my hips to the bass beat of the music, the buzz from the tequila really starting to kick in. Four shots in quick succession was probably not the best idea. As I move to the rhythm, I feel the heavy weight of a stare on me. and my eyes immediately wander to the table in the corner and meet Brock’s.
At this point, it’s not a surprise- I kept catching him staring at me while I was posted up at the bar with the girls. Every time our eyes meet, there’s this unspoken need smoldering between us- a heat that could send this whole bar up in flames. We’re basically eye-fucking the shit out of each other every time our gazes lock, and I wonder if this sexual tension is driving him half as crazy as it’s driving me.
I don’t have to wonder for long. I’m on the dance floor ten minutes, tops, before I sense him prowling up behind me. I feel strong arms wrap around my waist, a firm chest pressing against my back. “You ready to get outta here?” Brock growls, his lips hovering beside my ear.
I smile to myself, leaning back into him. “Yeah,” I breathe.
Brooke and Quinn are both shooting curious glances my way, but I don’t have time to fill them in- hell, even if I did, I don’t know what I’d say. I’m not really sure what’s happening between Brock and me, I’m just going with it because it feels good.
He slides an arm around my shoulders, leading me toward the door. I hear someone call after him- I think it’s one of the other alphas- but he’s got a one-track mind and doesn’t turn around to respond; just pushes the door open, leading me outside. When he clicks the key fob for the Escalade, a vision hits me so hard that I nearly trip over my feet.
I’m in the same parking lot, on a night just like this- but I’m not really there at all, it’s like I’m watching a movie again. I see Brock, though he looks a little younger, less ripped and less grouchy. He’s chasing after that same strawberry-blonde haired girl.Anna.
“Will you just wait?” Brock sighs, exasperated.
She whips around and I see her face for the first time- it’s beautiful, though it’s twisted in a scowl. “For what, Brock?” she demands, throwing an arm toward the bar, gesturing. “You want to stay and hang with your friends, all of whom are in there being sleazy and hitting on girls, and I’m just supposed to be okay with that?!”
“Why does it matter what they do if I’m not hitting on anybody?!” Brock fires back, bridging the distance between the two of them. “They’re all single, what do you expect them to do? And really, it’s mostly Theo and Jax…”
“I don’t care!” she shouts, throwing up her hands. “You need to makemeyour priority. Not your friends. You need to choose me.”
Brock heaves another sigh, reaching out for her. “Come on, Anna…”
And just as quickly as the vision surfaced, it fades away. Brock’s holding onto my arm, steadying me, gazing down at me with apprehension.
“Did it happen again?” he asks, his eyebrows knitted together in concern.
Crap. The look on my face must’ve given me away. I nod solemnly, straightening my posture and smoothing the front of my slinky little dress, trying to regain my composure.
“What’d you see?”
Well damn, that’s a tricky question to answer, isn’t it? It’s a perfect ‘in’ to start the conversation about his ex… but at the same time, talking about her is a total boner killer. And after all of the eye-fucking we’ve been doing across the bar tonight, I’m anxious to get to the actual fucking.
My libido wins out, and I step closer to him, my lips tipping up into a seductive smile.
“Later,” I purr, running a hand up his hard chest. I feel a growl rumble from within it as he scoops an arm around my waist, pulling me in roughly. Staring down into my eyes with so much heat in his gaze that I could combust.
“Come on,” he murmurs, spinning me around and steering me toward the Escalade. He gives me a little swat on the ass and points to the passenger side. “Get in.”