Page 115 of Alphas Like Us
Farrow and I exchange a look, our eyes widened at each other. Yeah, we just dodged what would’ve been the most awkward moment ofbothourlives.
“Moffy!” she calls again, sounding a bitpanicked.
“Just a sec!” We’re in a mad dash to clean up. I throw a towel at Farrow. He wipes up the cum that drips down his leg, and I rub my hands and body with another cloth. Next, I struggle to put on underwear and newjeans.
Somehow Farrow beats me at getting clothed. His boxer-briefs and pants are on, and he even pulls a black Studio 9 shirt over hishead.
“Come here,” hewhispers.
I relinquish my fight with my jean’s button. And his fingers effortlessly fish my button through thehole.
Farrow tries to fix my disheveled hair, but I’ve already accepted the fact that she’ll know we werefucking.
I move his hand and point out, “It smells like sex inhere.”
“It does,” he says easily. “I’m assuming you have a plan, wolfscout.”
I do.“I’m not letting her past the doorway.” I’m pretty sure our lube is in plain sight, and the sheets are twisted and knotted like we’ve wrestle-fucked forhours.
Farrow nods. “Okay.”
And just as she calls my name again, I unlock and swing the dooropen.
I solidify. “Are you okay?” I askimmediately.
Luna doesn’t look like Luna. Her light brown hair is pulled into a pin-straight pony. No marker streaks, no neon green makeup or star stickers on her cheeks. Black mascaraed lashes shade her amber eyes, and I realize she removed her earrings and tonguepiercing.
She’s wearing a pink sundress—Jesus, I’ve neverseen my sister wear apinksundress.
“Uh-huh,” Luna nods, and I step onto the third-floor landing where she stands. It’s a small space before the stairsdrop.
Farrow leans his shoulder on the doorframe and cracks the door behind him. Shutting out her view of ourbedroom.
Ourbedroom.
Never getsold.
I’dalmost-maybe smile but I’m dealing with my eighteen-year-old sister who’s been body-snatched. Possibly by aliens. Maybe this is a bizarre role-playing theater thing—I don’tknow.
I’m concerned. In case you weren’taware.
“Hi, Farrow.” Luna throws up a hand ingreeting.
“Hey, Luna.” Farrow skims her in a quick sweep, brows spiking. “What’s with the newlook?”
Luna tugs at the hem of her dress like it’s uncomfortable. “Just…you know, thought I’d try something out.” She shrugs; a soft smile appearing as she looks at our unkempt hair and clothes. “Sorry to disturb your datenight.”
Farrow smiles wide and loosely crosses hisarms.
“It’s okay,” I tell my sister, just happy she’s not in serious trouble. “What do youneed?”
Luna fixes the spaghetti strap of her dress. “Acondom.”
I process. At a snail’s pace. My brain has short-circuited.
Farrow is turned towards me, full-on entertained. Wanting to see how I’ll handlethis.
I prepare for a lot of situations. But I can honestly say I did not prepare for my sister to ask me for a condom. That’s on me. She’s living with me now, and I should’ve known. Because she’s not a little kid anymore, and when I left home, she was only fourteen. Four years later, andyeah, thingschange.
