Page 10 of Take Me (Alphas Forever 1)

Blair

When Shane suggests that I stay the night at his place, I say yes, of course. We’ve just had sex for the first time and I want to stay in his arms for as long as possible.

We get under the sheets and Shane wraps his arms around me. Before I know it, he’s asleep. My mind is still too wired, though. I keep thinking about how Shane loves me. I can’t believe it. But, as nuts as it seems, I love him, too.

I replay the sex that we just had in my mind. It was so much more incredible than I could have ever hoped for. I loved the feeling of all his strength hovering above me—and especially of his strength entering me. He was so controlled and careful at first, which was really sweet of him, because it could have easily been too much for me to handle. But once we got going, I couldn’t let him hold back any longer. I wanted and needed him to fuck me without restraint. And I’m so happy that he did.

I’m sore, of course. But it’s a good kind of sore. It’s an I-want-his-dick-again kind of sore. I nuzzle against Shane and run my hand over his bare chest, in awe of how ripped he is. Then my hand drifts lower, and I discover that he’s half-hard. I give his cock a playful squeeze and he stirs.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Shane grunts, his sleepy eyes opening.

“Nothing,” I say innocently.

“Waking up the beast, huh?”

I smile.

Without another word, he rolls me onto my stomach and gets on top of me and pins me down on the bed. I’m still naked, too, and already wet. When Shane discovers this, he swears under his breath and plunges into me. Oh, God. It feels so good to be fucked. I push my ass up into the air and my face into the pillow. The fabric only half stifles my cries when I come.

After that, we sleep soundly beside each other until Shane’s alarm goes off in the morning. After showering together—and, okay, having another quickie—he toasts frozen waffles for us in his toaster oven, quickly scrambles some eggs, and makes coffee that somehow tastes better than all the other coffee I’ve had in my life. We make small talk as we eat breakfast, enjoying each other’s company. Being with him just feels right.

But then it’s time for us to go. First, he drives me to my apartment so I can grab a fresh change of clothes. Then we head to Sweet Cream. When we get to the shop, though, something is very, very wrong. The glass in the front door is smashed. Broken shards cover the sidewalk.

“Stay here,” says Shane, and before I can say anything, he goes into the shop to investigate. I’m too impatient to wait out on the sidewalk, though, and after a few seconds I go in after him.

“Oh my God,” I say. It’s a mess inside the shop. Everything that was on the counter and the shelves is now on the floor. “Why would somebody do this?”

“I told you to stay outside, Blair,” says Shane. “It’s not safe in here.”

“Not safe?” I say. “I’m fine. It’s not like the robber is—” Then I let out a scream. A large man in a ski mask has just come out of the back room. He runs up to Shane and gets him in a choke hold. I scream again.

As Shane and the man struggle, I frantically look around for something that I can use to help. But there’s nothing useful. There aren’t even knives in the shop.

Then, suddenly, I hear a loud thud, and I look up to see the masked man on the floor, knocked unconscious. Shane lets out a sharp breath and runs his hands through his hair. He hurries over to me and asks if I’m okay.

I nod. “I think so.”

“We better call the police.”

“I’ll do it,” I say. Ever since my brother became an officer, he’s made it clear that I should call him in an emergency.

Jake picks up on the first ring. “Hey, sis.”

“Jake?” My voice is shaky. “Something happened.”

Without missing a beat, he says, “Tell me where you are.”

* * *

My brother doesn’t showup alone, of course. A couple other policemen come to escort the masked man into the back of their vehicle, and another one immediately starts taking photographs of the scene. Jake makes sure that both Shane and I are okay, and then asks us to each give him a statement about what happened.

It’s not until after we’ve finished giving him our statements, though, that he seems to suspect anything going on between Shane and I.

“Hold on,” Jake says, looking over his notes. “You two arrived at the shop together this morning?”

I hesitate. I debate whether or not I should lie and say that no, we just arrived at the same time. On the one hand, it would make things easier. On the other hand…it’s probably a felony, isn’t it? Shit. Although maybe it’s just a misdemeanor?

Before I can make up my mind, Shane speaks up. “Yes,” he says. “We arrived at the shop together.”

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