Revenge of the Blood Pack: The Complete Collection by Andersen Lacey Carter

Author:Andersen, Lacey Carter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Phoenix Press LLC
Published: 2024-09-27T00:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

Asha

I wake with a start. My arm swipes across the bed in search of Max, but only passes through ruffled sheets. Where is he? The question echoes louder and louder, propelling me out of bed in a frantic search. I think some wisp of dreamy thinking makes this feel like a nightmare, but by the time I stumble into the adjoining room, I realize how silly I’m being.

Through the drapes, two silhouettes mill about in front of the room. Their shapes are unmistakable. Max watches while Braxton hurls a tennis ball, and I listen as the sound of Trouble’s paws scraping at the dirt fades into the distance.

I look back in the room, and my eyes fall on Orson, sprawled atop the sheets in nothing but his boxers. I’m granted a view of his impressive physique. He’s long and wiry, golden tan skin taut around sinewy limbs. Six pack, smooth pecs, and—ahem…

I literally choke on my own spit, which rouses Orson from his slumber. My eyes snap from the log stuffed inside his gray boxer-briefs to his face as he blinks sleep away. He plugs the balls of his thumbs into his eye sockets and rubs them vigorously before acknowledging my presence.

“Morning, Asha,” he greets, his voice pitched lower and made gravelly by sudden wakefulness.

“Uh, morning, Orson,” I return.

He sits upright, flexing those abdominal muscles, and it takes all my concentration not to gawk. You have two hunks already. Are you starting a collection? I think flippantly. Perhaps I ought to as Orson stands from the bed, his Adonis figure on full display. He flashes a smile and I feel my cheeks flush.

“Where are the boys?” he inquires.

I flick my eyes at the window, and he turns his head to find the answer to his question. “Ah.” He looks back at me and smiles. As always, it’s warm, convivial, earnest. I can’t help but offer one in return. “I guess I slept pretty deeply,” he says, crossing to the desk where his computer sits open.

“Despite not tucking yourself in,” I say.

He glances down at himself, spots himself, and blushes. Then, he closes his eyes, bouncing on his heels.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Thinking of baseball stats… it tends to help when the Big Guy is at attention when there's no commander present." His eyes flash open. "Not that you're not a commander, you're very commanding, but if I want to keep the Big Guy, I need him to settle down before those two get back."

My cheeks are hot. "Understood."

He goes back to squeezing his eyes closed and bouncing on his heels. Despite the best of intentions, I study Big Guy, an aptly named fellow, waiting for something to happen. Like confetti exploding from it, I don't know.

"It helps if you don't stare." He doesn't open his eyes when he says it, but I still force my gaze onto a spot on the wall.

"Okay, disaster averted," he says, cracking his knuckles. "Time for work."

Trying to pretend like I'm not mortified, I say, “I’ll admit, I’m a little curious what you’ve been up to on here.

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