Page 69 of Alphas Like Us
“What?” Sulli frowns, looking between them. “Cum, shit, that’s your day off work, Kits. Fuck, I’m sorry. You can dowhatever…”
This isn’t going well, and I can tell my cousin is scrambling for the right thing to say. She does this, and then she’ll just goquiet.
“It’s not that,” Akara says. “Well, it…kind of is, but Jack and I have this thing thatday.”
Whatthing?
Sulli nods slowly. “Like a production-securitything?”
Exactly what I’mthinking.
“No.” Akara pauses. “Jack is friends with two girls from Penn that we’re going out with,” he whispers. “It’s a double datething.”
Huh. That’s good that they’re finding time to date. I know it’s been hard for most of security. But the more I scrutinize them, the more I can’t read Sulli’sexpression.
Maybe because she’s not sure what she’sfeeling.
“Oh yeah,” Sulli frowns, fingers to her full lips in deep thought. “Yeah…” She shakes the cobwebs out of her head. “That sounds fucking fun. You deserve some P-in-the-V action. We can do whatever…swimming or you know, any time. And Moffy will swim with me—or not since his injury.” She winces at herself and then slumpsdown.
“Sul,” Akarawhispers.
“EAT THATASS!!”
Greaaat.
The drunken street heckling wakes a quarter of the room. As Philly bars close, the jeers will escalate. And you knowwhat?
It irritates the fuck out of me this time. I don’t care that my family and security can hear. I care thateat that asshas woken up my boyfriend, who’s been majorly sleep-deprived.
Farrow slips his arm off me, eyes fluttering open into a glare aimed at thewindow.
“LICK MAXIMOFF HALE’SWOUNDS!!”
My jawsharpens.
Farrow combs a hand through his white hair, and I sit up more—he puts a hand on my leg. I read his gaze quickly:don’t rush outside.And I spot the heat in his browneyes.
“They’re pissing you off?” I ask, both of our shoulders propped against theheadboard.
“Yeah.” His brows lift at me. “You just had surgery. You don’t need this shit rightnow.”
“Neither do you,” I saystrongly.
Farrow sweeps the length of my build, combing back his messy hair for the second time. He opens his mouthand—
“LICK HISHOLE!!”
Farrow rolls hiseyes.
My scowldarkens.
And Oscar is on his feet, staring hard at the curtainedwindow.
Jane and Luna wake beneath it, and when Akara starts texting, I realize all of the room is now alert andagitated.
They look to me, to Farrow, back to me, and I tell them, “Welcome to myattic.”
“MAXIMOFFFFFF!” a drunk guy slurs. “SUCK MY COCK AFTER YOU SUCK FARROWKEENE’S!!”
