The Dirty Dozen: Alpha Edition

by Kay Maree

  "You look absolutely radiant first thing in the morning," I pick up the toothpaste and squirt it onto the brush.

  "You don't look too bad yourself," she uses the washcloth to the side of the sink to wipe her mouth before kissing me. "Want to join me for a shower?"

  "Hell yes," I say, the toothbrush hanging from my mouth. She climbs into the glass-enclosed shower and starts the water. I brush my teeth faster than I ever have as watch the water run down the arch of her back over that perfect curvy ass of hers. Before I can climb in my phone rings the special ringtone I have set for my dad. I curse under my breath before I head out of the bathroom to the living room to pick it up.

  "Hey, dad. What's going on? Is mom ok?" He doesn't usually call me this early in the morning, and my mind automatically jumps to my mom. She's been struggling with her health lately, and dad's been struggling with his new role as caregiver.

  "Yes, everything is fine. Your mother is fine. I just need you to go down to the station a little early this morning to bail your brother out."

  "For fuck's sake," I whisper under my breath. "What did he do now?"

  "Another fight down at the bar. Says he was defending Savannah's honor so go easy on him." I should have known it had something to do with her. The kid's been in love with that girl his whole life, but she's never given him a second glance.

  "Got it, I'll leave now. I'm not too far from the station."

  "Great, thanks, son. I always know I can count on you." He hangs up, and I sink down on the couch in a daze. Guess I'll have to shower down at the station today. Londyn walks in dripping wet with a towel loosely wrapped around her.

  "I thought you were going to join me." She smiles, and all my worries literally melt away.

  "My dad called, there's a family emergency down at the station I have to take care of." I get up from the couch and make my way across the room to her, and she sticks her lip out in protest. I grab her face with both hands and kiss her, making sure to suck on her pouty bottom lip. This woman is absolutely intoxicating, and I pull away from the kiss before my body screams at me to take her right here in the living room.

  "Well if it's for family, I guess you can go,"

  "Oh, you guess, huh?"

  "Yep, I guess," she says, turning around and walking out of the room. She drops the towel on the floor right before she rounds the corner, and my dick instantly goes hard.

  "Down boy," I whisper to myself as I pick up my clothes from all over the living room floor. Things got a little, well a lot wild last night. Once I've collected all the pieces of my uniform, I head back to the bedroom to get dressed with her.

  "Decided to join me after all?" she asks clipping a black lace bra closed behind her back.

  "Speaking of joining you, how would you like to be my date for your boss' annual Christmas party this weekend?" I slide on my pants and watch as she combs through her closet naked.

  "I thought we agreed on casual?" She turns from her closet and faces me.

  "It's a Christmas Party. I'm not asking you to marry me." I laugh, but when I look up from buttoning my pants, she doesn't look amused.

  "Being seen together at a work event is literally the opposite of casual, Shawn."

  "It's not a work event. It's hosted by your boss, yeah sure, but it's the town Christmas party. We can arrive separate if it's that big of a deal to you,"

  "You don't get it. I told you I'm here trying to start over and making a good impression on Richard, I mean Mayor Foster is important to me. He needs to know I'm here to work and focused on helping take his career to the next level."

  "Ok, whatever. I think you're overthinking all of this, but if you don't want to go with me, I'm not going to sit here and fucking beg you." I toss on my shirt and head out of the room without bothering to button it up. I knew she was wound tight, but this is just ridiculous. I grab my belt from off of the table next to the door and carefully put it on making sure that I have everything I came here with.

  "Wait!" she calls after me jogging out of the hallway. I exhale sharply before looking up at her.

  "What? I have to get down to the station," I say coldly.

  "I'm sorry I got so crazy in there. I'm just...this job is really important to me." I relax a bit, and she wraps her arms around me in a hug. "How about dinner tonight at your place? You kind of owe me since you ruined dinner last night."

  "What do you mean I ruined dinner? We ate your spaghetti." I smile because I know exactly what she means.

  "Licking pasta sauce off of my body does not count as eating the spaghetti."

  "In my defense, I told you ahead of time the only thing I planned on eating last night was that pretty pink pussy of yours," she melts into me and I cup her chin and peck her on the lips.

  "So, dinner tonight?" She doubles down.

  "Sure, but not at my place. I want to take you to my favorite restaurant in the city. It's really nice, and it's an hour away from town, so you don't have to worry about anyone seeing us."

  "Ok, well text me the details and let me know you made it into work safe." This time she pushes up on her tippy toes to kiss me.

  "I will. See you tonight, beautiful." I kiss her forehead before heading out the door.

  "See you tonight, Officer Banks."

  CHAPTER SIX

  If there is one thing I'm good at its ruining things and I had almost done just that this morning with Shawn. Thank God the man is patient and took me up on my offer for dinner this evening. The only problem is when he text me earlier this morning when he got to work, he told me to dress to impress. I didn't think I'd need so many nice dresses when I moved to a middle of nowhere, Idaho, so I donated all but one, and I already wore it to the bar two days ago. Now I'm in need of three new outfits and no idea where to look here in Fostmore.

  "Hey, Mayor Richard wants me to run a few errands for him this afternoon for the big Christmas party. You wanna come with?" Stassi asks as she packs up her belongings to head out to lunch.

  "I can't have to go shopping."

  "Oooo, shopping. My favorite. Looking for a dress for the party?"

  "Yeah, and one for dinner this weekend, and another for my date tonight." It goes flying out of my mouth before I realize what I'm saying.

  "A date? With who? Tell me everything!" she beams.

  No. No. No. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen.

  "You wouldn't know him," I lie.

  "Oh, honey, I know everyone." Sensing my unease, she lets up a bit. "Well, I still want to help you find a few dresses. If you don't mind the company."

  I've never been that great with fashion, and Stas was definitely the best dressed in town. I guess there was no harm in letting her help me.

  "I don't mind."

  "Great! I know the perfect boutique down on Main. A girl I went to high school with, and all of the dresses are one of a kind. She makes them herself. Well, her and her mama." She rambles as we head out of our office.

  I wasn't really sure I'd find something at this boutique, but when I walk in, I'm absolutely blown away. The dresses are stunning and better quality than the ones I'm used to buying in department stores. When we drove up a black lacy dress in the window immediately caught my attention. It was about knee-length with a high slit and a high neckline. My mom used to always say that if your legs are out you should cover the girls, and if your girls are out cover your legs.

  When we got inside, and I saw the back of the dress, I knew I needed to try it on. The back was completely open, and thin strings were crisscrossing down the opening.

  "That would look stunning on you," a voice comes from behind me. It's a woman in her mid to late twenties with her hair in a bun on top of her head with two pencils in it.

  "Yeah, it would," Stassi interjects. "Londyn, this my friend and the designer Mika."

  "Nice to meet you," I turn around to shake her hand "Do you really think this would look good on me?" I ask feeling a bit self-conscious. I
wouldn't consider myself overweight in the least, but I was always curvier than most of my friends growing up. I was gifted with my mom's large chest, round ass, and thick thighs.

  "Would you like to try it on?"

  "I don't know if my ass could fit in it." I attempt to stretch the material.

  "Well, that's the beauty of going custom. I can always make adjustments for your ass." We all chuckle, which helps to relieve my worries.

  I head into the dressing room and just stare at the beautiful dress on the hanger for a moment.

  "While you're trying that one on, I'll pull a couple more for you," Stassi shouts from the other side of the door.

  "Ok, thanks," I shout back a little louder than necessary. I hear the girls laugh. I untie the strings in the back and step into the dress.

  "So, what's the occasion?" Mika asks.

  "She has a hot date tonight," Stassi answers before I can.

  "And a couple of Christmas parties," I say trying to quickly move the conversation along.

  "A hot date? With who?"

  "She won't say. She's totally tight-lipped about it."

  "Well, good luck being tight-legged about it in that dress," Mika jokes. "Wow, look at you, you might not make it to dinner in that."

  The dress was stunning and fit me like a glove, but I still needed one of the girls to tie me up in the back for us to fully see the finished product.

  "Could one of you tie me up?" I turn around, and Mika comes in the dressing stall behind me.

  "I'll tie the dress, but you're going to have to ask the mystery man to tie you up." I chuckle and shake my head. Once the dress is all tied Mika steps back to take a better look at me.

  "Oh, Cali, this dress was made for you," Stassi says peeking her head in from the side.

  "It was wasn't it," I say running my hands up and down the lace fabric.

  "You know what would make this even more perfect?" Stas asks.

  "What?"

  "If you told us what lucky bastard was peeling this off of you tonight. Is it Frankie? I saw how he looked at you at the bar." She smiles, but I can tell she's worried. So she has a thing for after all. Then why was she flaunting another guy in his face at the bar? All of that was really none of my business, but I don't want to just leave her thinking I'm dating the guy she secretly likes. I take in a deep breath realizing the best thing to do is just tell them who it is, but not before I swear them to secrecy.

  "No, it's not Frank," I say and watch as the tension releases from her shoulders. "I'll tell you guys who it is, but you have to swear you won't tell a soul!"

  "Oo, I love secrets. Yours is safe with me," Stassi claps giddily

  "Me too," Mika adds.

  "I've kind of been seeing Shawn Banks," I say before looking away from them as they squeal.

  "No fucking way! Omg, Shawn hasn't dated anyone since Haven left."

  "Who's Haven?" I ask, trying to sound only mildly curious.

  "She's his ex-fiancé. He met her when he was off at college and brought her home here."

  "She couldn't handle small-town life, so she took off one day. No one really knows the details of where and why, with Shawn being so private and all."

  "That's awful," I whisper under my breath.

  "Yeah, it nearly destroyed him. He hasn't been spotted with anyone since, and that was over 4 years ago."

  "Looks like you're the lucky girl who gets to knock the cobwebs off that pole of his," Stassi says adjusting the back of my dress for me.

  "I heard he was big, like really big," Mika says in a low tone while lifting and lowering her brow

  "Oh, he is," I say smiling back at the girls in the mirror.

  "You've already screwed him? And you weren't going to tell me?!" Stassi smacks my butt in mock rage.

  "Well, not technically. We've just fooled around a bit, but we haven't gone all the way."

  "What are you waiting for?" Mika asks. I stop and seriously consider the question. What are we waiting for?

  "Nothing, I guess."

  "Then stop waiting and start riding my friend," Stassi swings her arm around above her head, and we all fall into a fit of laughter.

  That's the best piece of advice I've been given in a long time.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  When I picked up Londyn this evening, it took every ounce of control I have to not throw her over my shoulder and carry her back inside to ravish her. She has on the sexiest little black dress I think I've ever seen. And her ass, my god her ass, it looks like pure perfection in it. I already know from personal experience it's going to look even better out of it later tonight.

  I reach across the center console to grab her hand and bring back to rest in my lap.

  "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"

  "Yeah, three times already. You look pretty good out of your uniform." She gives me a once over. "Though I have to admit, I kind of miss it.”

  "I can put it on for you later tonight if you'd like." I kiss the knuckles of her hands, maintaining my focus on the road.

  "No, no putting on. Just taking off tonight."

  "Oh, is that so?" Heat radiates through me, and I can feel my blood racing to my cock. If she keeps talking like this, we might not make it to the restaurant.

  "Yes. And if you behave tonight, I might let you do more than just taste me." I turn to face her and catch her pulling a condom from the small purse sitting on her lap. I turn back to the road without responding, afraid to say anything that she deemed bad behavior.

  "I'm sorry. Am I moving too fast?" she asks, her voice coated in concern.

  "Not at all, beautiful. I'm just trying to get us to this restaurant as quickly as I can, so we can get back to my place and put your little friend there to use." I feel her hand relax in mine, and I kiss one more time before letting go to navigate us off of the next freeway.

  The place looks packed tonight. Lucky for us I have a connection and was able to call and get a same-day reservation for peak dinner time. I park in a spot in the rear of the lot. I walk to the other side of the car and open her door for her, reach a hand in to help her from the car, and we walk hand in hand to the entrance.

  "It smells delicious in here."

  "The food tastes even better than it smells, ma'am," says the gentleman behind the reservation counter. "Good evening, may I have the name for your reservation?"

  "Yes, Mr. Banks."

  "You mean Officer Banks," she corrects.

  "Of course. Right this way, Officer Banks. And Le Petit thanks you for your service." She beams at his comment, and I can't help but feel proud.

  "Thank you."

  He walks us to a table near the wind with beautiful views of the stars and the fire-lit outside patio.

  "Your server will be right with you. In the meantime, may I get you started with drinks?" When we take our seats, he places the menus in front of us, the books already open to the beverage page.

  "Yes. I'll take a glass of whatever you recommend for the ribeye." I'm a creature of habit, and when I find something I like, I stick to it.

  "Ah. Cabernet it is then. And for you ma'am?"

  "Um, I guess I'll have the same."

  "Two glasses of Cabarnet coming right up." He smiles at her a little longer than I like, and I clear my throat, causing him to hurry off.

  "This might be the nicest restaurant I've ever been to," she whispers from behind her menu.

  "Just wait until you try the food."

  The food definitely didn't disappoint. We both ordered the ribeye; which I have to say I was impressed by. When I would come here with my ex, she'd order a salad and pick over it all night. Londyn was different, in the best way possible. She tore through her steak like no one was watching, and when I talked, she really listened. I shared with her my dreams of one day becoming chief of police once my dad retired, and how my family had been struggling since my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She told me that her mo
ther had actually passed away from cancer just a few short months ago and that she was hoping to build a relationship in the future with her father that she had never known.

  She was beautifully broken in ways that I longed to help mend. She was on the search for stability and family, things that have meant so much to me my whole life. I understood her, and now I feel such a strong connection to her, something deeper than the physical chemistry we've been chasing these past few days. If I didn't know better, I would think I was really starting to fall for this woman.

  The car ride back to my place was quiet, but the sexual tension was palpable. We both knew what was about to happen and didn't want to taint it with awkward small talk. I want to make her feel cared for and safe even if it's just for tonight.

  When we get to my place, I use the overhead clicker to grant us access to the garage, and we drive inside. As soon as I put the car in park, she climbs over into my lap. I open the car door, grab her ass with both hands, and carry her from the car straight to the bedroom.

  When we get inside, I gently lay her down at the foot of the bed and kneel down to help her take off her shoes. She stares down at me hungrily and slowly opens her legs to reveal she isn't wearing any panties, and my cock throbs in my pants. She pulls at my shirt, and I grab both of her wrists to stop her.

  "Tonight, I'm going to take my time with you. I want to explore every inch of your body," I say before climbing up on top of her.

  "I'm not sure I can go slow. I need to feel you inside of me." She wraps her legs around me, and I grind against her bare center.

  "Trust me, you will." She rolls us over and knows she's on top, straddling my lap. She reaches her hands behind her back, and the front of her dress falls, revealing her perfect breasts. I sit up and take one of her nipples into my mouth, and she lets out a soft moan.

  She reaches down between us to unbutton and unzip my pants. I lift up a little, so she can slide them down to my mid-thigh area. Now there's nothing between us but the thin material of my boxer briefs. She positions herself on top of my hard-on and starts to grind her pussy against me. I can feel her soaking through my underwear, and I grow harder, causing my erection to pop out through the hole in front. She keeps riding me, and I growl in her ear as she slides her slick center over the top of my shaft. She knows exactly what's she's doing, teasing me until I can't deny her anymore, and it's working.