Alpha

Tyler's eyes shot open, and he groaned. He looked around, and he was in his own bed, alone, but with a giant hard on. "Fuck," he muttered, leaning over and grabbing his phone off the night stand to look at the time. 5:57. "Fuck," he repeated.

He'd been having a sex dream. That wasn't something new to him, but the person in his dream was. He'd had more than one of Shea, but this was the first time he'd dreamed about her sister, Savannah. He knew it was Savannah instead of Shea because he and dream girl had been getting shot at before he pulled her into a closet and they had steaming hot sex.

He decided to finish himself off, right there in his bed. It didn't take long with the thought of Savannah on his mind. He'd had a silly crush on Shea since he first met her, and it'd seemed safe over the past year because she'd never actually be into him. But, now that he'd met Savannah, it'd made his crush on Shea seem like a preschool thing.

He cursed himself for feeling that way. She'd left the night before without even saying goodbye while he had gone for another beer and had gotten stopped by some overzealous fan. By the time he'd gotten back to the table, Savannah was long gone.

He wondered what she thought of him. She seemed very straight to the point and adamant that she was fine on her own. Something told him she was single. He knew she wasn't married, or else she didn't wear a ring. Yes, he'd checked.

He shook his head as he climbed out of bed. It didn't matter it wasn't even 6:30 and he didn't have practice until 10, he decided to get into the shower. Maybe he'd go pay Jamie a visit. Jamie had known about her, even though Tyler didn't know she even existed. He'd known Shea for over a year, and yet it'd never come up that she had a twin sister? Were they worried Tyler would find out and go after her? Well, it didn't seem that far fetched right now.

He decided to turn the water cold, or he'd never get this hard on to go away. He spent longer in the shower than he expected and finally got out about twenty-five minutes later, his mind still on Savannah. She had this assertiveness to her. She would definitely be dominant in bed, and Tyler liked that. He was impressed that she worked for the DEA. She clearly was a badass, and that intrigued him.

He continued thinking about her as he got dressed and grabbed his keys on his way out the door, saying goodbye to his dogs that were following him around. It wasn't even 7:00 am yet, but he'd get some Starbucks and see if he could wake Jamie up. He wasn't sure if Alex had stayed the night with him or not, but if she was there, he could probably get a little more information about Savannah.

He got an extra coffee, figuring Jamie wasn't going to be too happy he was waking him up early the day after a game. He put his finger on the buzzer for Jamie's door and didn't let up for a solid 15 seconds. Oh yeah, the captain was asleep, or a little busy. Either way, he wasn't going to be too keen on opening the door for Tyler. Tyler let up on the buzzer, only to press on it again. "What the fuck do you want?" he finally heard Jamie's voice say.

"Let me up," Tyler whined.

"I'm going to fucking kill you," Jamie said before allowing Tyler in. Tyler happily walked in the main entrance to the elevator and up to Jamie's condo. He was met with an open door and an angry looking captain.

"Here," Tyler grinned, handing the coffee to the older man.

"It's barely fucking seven in the morning. What the fuck are you doing here? You better be dying," Jamie grumbled as Tyler walked around him and into his place, seeing Alex in the hallway with one of Jamie's t-shirts on and a pair of her own short shorts. So, the captain had just been busy and not asleep.

"Shit, sorry, didn't know you were here," Tyler said, turning around and grabbing the coffee out of Jamie's hand and walking over to Alex. "Here, take this," he offered her the drink. She rolled her eyes and chuckled, taking the drink as she walked into the living room where her boyfriend was.

"Again, what the fuck are you doing here?" Jamie repeated.

Tyler shrugged. "I couldn't sleep," he answered simply.

"Couldn't just find something to do?" Jamie questioned.

"I need to know more about Savannah," Tyler told him.

Jamie laughed, shaking his head. "I called it," he said, glancing over Tyler's head to look at Alex. "I told you as soon as he found out about her that he'd be into her."

Tyler snapped his head around to look at Alex. "What? You kept her from me on purpose?" he asked, pouting just a little bit.

Alex shook her head. "No, not on purpose. Just never had a reason to tell you about her."

"She's Shea's twin sister! Hot twin sister!"

"She's Shea's twin sister who was living in Chicago up until five days ago," Alex pointed out. "And her twin sister who like Shea doesn't appear to be that into you."

"Hey!" Tyler cried. "What do you mean she's not into me?"

"Face it, bro, not every girl is into you," Jamie said.

Tyler ignored him. "What do you mean she's not into me?" he asked Alex again. "Did she say that to you?" He wasn't used to girls not being into him. He had his pick from most girls. Shea had been one of the first ones that had turned him down. But, the fact that she was a lesbian meant he didn't ever have a chance. Now Savannah. What was with this Decker family?

Alex shook her head. "No, she just texted me saying she was going home last night because no one good was at the bar," she revealed to him.

Bullshit, no one good at the bar, he thought to himself.

"Now, can you please leave," Jamie requested, but Tyler wasn't going anywhere.

"Nah, I've got nothing better to do. I'll just hang out here and wait on you to go to practice," he said with a grin on his face.

Alex shook her head as she spun around. "I'm going back to bed," she said.

"I'm going with her," Jamie replied, but Tyler didn't move.

"See you in a few hours!" he called out to Jamie, who simply held his middle finger up in the air at Tyler.

Tyler leaned back on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table as he grabbed the remote control, turning the tv on. His eye caught on a phone that was sitting next to the remote. It wasn't Jamie's, he knew the captain's black case. This one had a pink one on it. Suddenly, it clicked with him that it was Alex's phone.

A grin spread across his face as he got an idea. He shouldn't have been surprised when he was met with a lock screen. He tried a couple of combinations until he tried the obvious one: Jamie's jersey number. He rolled his eyes as it worked. Alex was so predictable, just like every other player's girlfriend.

He found her text conversation with Savannah and cursed under his breath when he realized the last thing she had texted her was about her flight information from Chicago. So, she hadn't been texting her last night. And Savannah hadn't told her that there was no one good at the bar. Why had Alex been lying to him?

He didn't take time to think about it, though, as his fingers typed quickly. What do you think of Tyler?

Tyler waited about five minutes before getting a response. Seguin? He's kinda a douche.

Tyler's jaw dropped. A douche? He'd been nothing but nice to Savannah. Sure, maybe he'd flirted with her a bit, but he hadn't been an asshole or anything. He quickly typed back. A douche? You sure we're talking about the same guy? Tyler Seguin…hot guy sitting with us all night?

That would surely jog her memory. Maybe she was thinking of a different guy? Alex's phone dinged, and he looked down to see what Savannah had texted him. His eyes grew wide when he read it. Yeah, the guy sitting with us that's into Shea. Total asshole. Completely into himself. And pretty unattractive.

Tyler was trying to figure out what to say when another text came through. Can you give Alex her phone back now, please?

A grin spread across Tyler's face. She had known it was him and was just messing with him. He knew she couldn't really be that revolted by him. How do you know it's not Alex?

It didn't take long for a response this time. Because I know my best friend. Now grow some balls and use your own phone to talk to me.

Damn, she was feisty. But, it turned Tyler on. He grabbed his own phone and put her number into his before calling her. He didn't feel like trying to figure her out through texts and would rather actually talk to her. "Did you really steal Alex's phone to figure out what I thought of you?" Savannah's voice cut through the phone. She didn't sound mad, rather amused.

"Well I thought you'd tell her the truth," he admitted, standing up and walking over to the floor to ceiling window and looking outside.

"I do tell Alex the truth. I don’t tell people stealing her phone the truth."

"So you don't think I'm a douche or unattractive!" Tyler exclaimed.

Savannah laughed and all he could think was that he could listen to that all day. Fuck, he was into her already. "I'm not confirming or denying that. But, I'd rather you just ask me outright than go and steal Alex's phone. How did you even get her phone anyways?"

"I'm at the captain's place, and she's here," Tyler answered.

"It's like 7:30 in the morning, did you sleep over there?" she asked him.

"No, just couldn't sleep," he told her. He purposely avoided telling her that he had had a sex dream about her that had woken him up. "Came by with some coffee."

"Damn, if I knew you bring people coffee, I would have had you come over here," she said, and Tyler was suddenly hard again. "I gotta be at work in like an hour and those drinks last night must have been stronger than I'm used to."

"Hangover?" Tyler asked.

"Eh, headache," she told him. "I'm gonna go take a shower," she said, and he grew even harder. "But how about next time you want to talk to me, you just text me as you, not pretending to be Alex. You gotta remember, I'm a cop. It's my job to know when someone is bullshitting me."

Tyler chuckled. "Deal. Maybe I'll text you later."

"Maybe I'll respond later," she said. "Have a good day, Tyler."

"You, too, Savannah," he said, going to sit down on the couch again, only to find how uncomfortable he was in the pants he was wearing. "Fuck," he muttered, standing up. Guess it was time for him to go back home. He couldn't exactly rub one out at Jamie's. Well, he could, but if the captain found him, he'd be a dead man. He looked at his phone to check the time, seeing he had over two hours before he needed to be at practice. He could go home and fix this situation and then come back and carpool to practice with Jamie. Seemed like the perfect plan to start the day.

Notes

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