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it’s a surprise, hummingbird ??
Avery
just meet me in the garage in ten, baby
don’t wear anything nice
you and me are gonna get messy
I’m not sure why I’m surprised.
Crossing my arms, I make a face at Avery. “You expect me to believe that Tristan won’t care.”
“No,” he quips, lowering his black aviators over his eyes with a smirk. “Because you’re not stupid.”
My glower intensifies. “But you want me to come with you anyway?”
Sitting in his vintage Mustang, grinning with his sunglasses on, it’s truly unfair how hot he is. A fact that only gets truer when he flashes a crooked grin.
“C’mon,” he taunts. “You know you want to, kitten. Be my bad girl and get in the car.”
I bite my lip, considering. “I’m in workout gear. Do I need to change?”
He eyes my spandex shorts and the artfully torn crop top I have on over a blood-red sports bra. Feral interest gilds the ghostly blue. “If you do, I might cry.”
Well, then.
I glance around, as if the other alphas and their cars might somehow materialize on the spot. When they don’t, I sigh in defeat.
How bad could this be?
“Okay, fine.” He keeps that wild smile on his face the whole time I spend buckling myself in. I shake my head, muttering, “Menace.”
I should know by now—when it comes to Avery, I need to expect the unexpected.
When he told me he wanted to bring me to his gym, I didn’t picture anything quite this grand. His outfit wasn’t exactly a hint—the man wears his tattered, basically-naked workout gear every minute of the day.
Unless he’s actually naked.
No, I scold myself. No perfuming in the gym full of aggressive alphas beating each other up.
Luckily, the underwear Tristan provided comes with a handy scent-absorbing feature. Avery still senses my thoughts shift, cutting me side-eye while we stride into the building. “Whose ass am I kicking first? You’re not supposed to smell like that for anyone but me.”
He has a jealous streak that I probably shouldn’t find so damn sexy. Actually, most of Avery’s appeal probably shouldn’t be so damn sexy. Including the fact that I fully believe he would challenge any alpha I pointed to.
And then kill them.
Yeah, this whole not-perfuming thing isn’t going so well.
I start to feel self-conscious, darkening my scent as it winds into the air around the entrance. Avery turns to face me, shifting his gym bag from one shoulder to another before wrapping his arm around my waist and dropping his forehead to mine.
“Hey. Kidding, kitten. Mostly.”
It hits me then—this is the first time I’ve been out with any of them alone. I could embarrass him. Or send another alpha into a rut. Or?—
“Serena.” Avery’s voice is more serious than I’ve ever heard it. When my gaze skitters up to his, I find that his face matches—the starkly gorgeous features set into solemnity that looks all wrong on him.
Those blue, blue eyes scan my expression. Heat and outrage spark there. And even though I know—I know—he would never hurt me, I still brace, waiting for him to lash out or lunge or?—
