“Speaking of smells, are you ever going to tell us why you came home smelling like dirty sex?” Sabs teases. “Who were your mystery alpha kidnappers? Please tell me it was that hot guy from the bar in Forestville.”
I keep my lips sealed, but Sabs’s intense stare has me breaking out in a grin.
“It was him again, wasn’t it?” she squeals. “I knew it!”
“I can neither confirm nor deny it.” I chomp on a handful of white chocolate chips.
“You don’t have to.” Sabs smirks. “Your face says it all.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway.” I sprinkle glitter over the nearest cookie, shaking it so violently that too much comes out at once. “I’m not seeing them again.”
Delilah quirks an eyebrow while frosting a dripping cum pattern on her sweet treat. “Isn’t that what you said last time?”
“This is different. I mean it this time.” I avoid eye contact, paying particular attention to my glittery vein design. I can’t tell them about the heat spike or who helped me through it—especially now that I know that Ezra is Faye’s professor. “It was just an afternoon of casual fun, and I… lost track of time.”
“Kady Sinclair does not do casual fun,” Sabs scoffs.
“I can do casual fun!” I insist. “I’ve used heat buddies before, remember?”
“And you made them sign freaking contracts,” Sabs reminds me. “You don’t fuck random alphas without telling us where you’re going, nor do you return smelling like hot sex. That’s not like you.”
“It doesn’t matter how good the sex was,” I mutter. “Warren storming into their apartment and arresting them was a total vibe killer.”
Sabs winks. “The sex was that good, huh?”
“It was…” I clear my throat. “More than adequate.” Understatement of the century. I can’t stop thinking about Hale’s double-knot.
“Hey, careful with the dough,” Delilah places her hand over mine as I handle it too aggressively while trying to lift a cookie onto the baking sheet. “You’re going to rip the knot off.”
“No one wants a ripped knot,” Faye remarks solemnly.
“Are there any poor alphas out there we should be sending to the ER?” Sabs jokes. “You seem to have a lot of pent-up frustration. Are you going to share any details?”
“I don’t see you asking Faye for details about her sex life,” I point out.
“I can share, if you want.” Faye raises a shoulder.
“Okay, point taken.” Sabs winces. “But Faye is screwing my brother, and the Silverwood Pack alphas are basically my family, remember? I don’t want to think about them getting freaky.”
“Still no luck on your apps, I take it?” Faye questions as she carefully forms perfect purple iced hearts on a cookie.
“Not on the apps, but,” Sabs sighs, “I might have accidentally kissed Drax after one too many tequilas with the volleyball team.”
Drax is a smoking-hot beta security guard Sabs grew up with. He’s obviously in love with her, but she doesn’t see it and insists they’re just friends.
“Sabs!” Delilah swats her with an orange oven mitt. “You shouldn’t lead him on.”
“It was just a drunken make-out sesh. No biggie.” She looks at the ceiling. Perhaps it was no big deal for her, but I doubt Drax sees it that way. “Besides, I still need a knot during heat.”
“The closest thing I’ll get to a knot is some new toys.” Delilah opens the oven, hitting us with a waft of hot air as she puts in the next batch. “I may have stocked up on a few things during my recent outing with the book club. Did you know there’s a sex shop come bookstore in Forestville called The Pleasure Pages? It just opened.”
“A sex shop and a bookstore in one?” I laugh. “Who’d have thought it?”
“We should all go sometime,” Delilah suggests. “It’s great. We were there for ages.”
“Count me in.” Sabs nods.
“That sounds like fun,” Faye agrees.
