Page 114 of Their Knotty Pack
"Hunter?" Her voice has me blinking, looking at the omega in question from across the artificial turf. "It's your turn," she gives me a little smile and motions to my fluorescent green golf-ball with her fluorescent pink club.
Damn mini-golfing. Whose idea was this again?
Fucking Kieran. I'm never listening to anything he says again.
Mini-golf? For an alpha my size?
I should have seen it.
At least Bethany does her best to stifle her giggle as I hunch over, the two foot club in my hands threatening to bend under the pressure of my grip.
It's been a few days since she and Brody took the final step in their physical relationship, which begs the question…am I going to get left behind? I decided to kick my ass in gear and put more effort into getting to know both omegas better.
Miles had asked me to come in and give a career talk to his students yesterday, which was more fun than I thought it would be. It was interesting seeing him in this element where he's in charge of keeping twenty-something medium-sized humans alive for eight hours a day. Only two of them asked to see my gun, so that was a plus too.
And the way my stomach swooped when he introduced me to his classes as "my alpha, Detective Hunter Song"? I don't think it's going to take me very long to fall for these two.
So, because Miles and I had ended the day yesterday by going to dinner, I took the opportunity to take Bethany out on a date tonight. I'm pretty sure Miles and Brody are out now, and Kieran and Damien are home watching movies. Or watching themselves flex in the mirror.
You never know with them.
We had a great time at dinner. Laughed, talked, connected. During our meal, I got to tell her that the restraining order against Pack Hansen had finally been approved, and it was like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Then, it's just…her. The way her eyes sparkle when she finds something funny, and how she manages to wrangle each member of our pack…Bethany is an amazing woman, and I find myself wanting…no,needing, to know everything about her.
My phone goes off, and my shoulders relax at the thought that one of the guys kept me from embarrassing myself. Again.
But I frown when I see the number calling. It's work.
"Detective Song." I answer, knowing that they wouldn't call me unless it was urgent.
"Hunter. It's Georgia. We have an emergency."
My heart starts to pound. "What is it?"
"Another omega went missing."
"I'm so sorry," I apologize for what feels like the hundredth time in fifteen minutes. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." My eyes fix back on the road, my hand tightening on the steering wheel.
Bethany gives me a small smile, her hands twisting in her lap as she sits in the passenger seat of my car. "Hunter, obviously an omega going missing is going to take precedence over our date." Her shoulders fall back as something unreadable crosses her face. "Plus, I had an amazing time at dinner, and honestly, it seemed like you were struggling a bit with the mini-golfing. This might be for the best."
Struggling? I mean sure, but only because I'm six foot four, and the clubs are built for literal toddlers—
She keeps talking. "Really, I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to step foot on a mini-golf course again. Goodness knows Mattie won't. Though whatever he experienced can't be nearly as bad as what you just—" she chokes on her words, trying to hold back her laugh, and I catch the mirth twinkling in her eyes.
"You're teasing me." I smile, shaking my head.
"Me?" Her eyes widen into this innocent doe-eyed look and she places a hand on her chest. "Detective Song," her voice comes out in this horrible debutante southern accent, "I swear under penalty of perjury, I have neverteasedin my entire life."
Well, shit. Am I into role play?
Before I have time to unpackthat,we're pulling into the police station parking lot. I arch a brow at her. "You realize perjury is a felony, right?"
"Well then," she flutters her eyelashes at me in a way that would have had little to no effect on me only a few week ago, that ridiculous accent still in effect, "it's a good thing I ain't lyin'.Detective." Her last word rolls over me like a caress, and I visibly shiver. Her eyes widen, and she drops the teasing. "I'm sorry, did I push? I wasn't thinking—"
I cut her off with my lips on hers, swallowing her apologies and protests as my fingers grip her chin. My dick stirs in my pants in response to her perfume filling the air. I invade her mouth with my tongue, and she opens for me willingly, all softness and compliance.
All I can think about is how good it will feel when I finally sink into her hot, wet, heat, when she pulls back suddenly, her cheeks flushed and her pupils blown. "I…your case?" She asks between gasping breaths, and it's like a bucket of cold water is thrown over me.
What the hell is wrong with me? Yes, my case. The whole reason we're here.
