The Care and Feeding of an Alpha Male

by Jessica Clare

  He turned her, then, pushing her up against the lockers with a bang. His mouth dove on hers, kissing her with fierce intensity. She gasped as his tongue thrust into her mouth, the sensation pouring liquid need through her body. She moaned against him, her hand sliding to the front of his pants to cup his cock.

  “I need you, Beth Ann,” he whispered against her mouth. “Let’s go back to my place. Or yours. Whichever gets me deep inside you the fastest.”

  A thrill pulsed through her. She gave him another kiss, then gave a shaky laugh as a rather scandalous idea occurred to her. “No one would ever think I’m the kind of girl to have sex on a desk,” she said softly, then nipped at his lower lip.

  He groaned. “Here?”

  “Why not?”

  Colt glanced around, then took her hand and they moved to one of the doors along the school hallway. The first one was locked, but the second was not. He pulled her inside, and stared at the surroundings. High school classes—good. The walls were covered with posters of Einstein and other scientists. No kid stuff, or that might have weirded her out. He left the lights off, and pulled her forward, and picked her up and sat her down on top of a desk in the front row, and began to kiss her again. “You sure you want to do this here?”

  “We can do the bleachers, if you’d rather,” she said softly, then linked her legs around his, tugging him into the vee of her legs. “But we’re already here.”

  He groaned and his tongue thrust deep into her mouth as he kissed her, stroking and rubbing against her tongue. “You amaze me,” he said, his hands moving to the tie at the back of her neck. His fingers swiftly undid it and the straps fell forward. He tugged them down, exposing her breasts to his gaze.

  She shivered with the sheer naughtiness of it, her nipples prickling. He rubbed his thumbs over both of the small peaks, enjoying her whimpers of delight, then tugged on one before leaning down to take it into his mouth.

  “Colt,” she breathed, groaning with need as his tongue flicked over the tip. Oh heavens, that felt so amazing. “Oh, mercy, that feels so good.”

  He bit her nipple, eliciting a sharp, soft little cry from her throat. His mouth immediately moved to cover hers, kissing away the sounds she made. “Someone might be hanging around, darlin’,” he said. “ You want them to hear you getting pleasured?” His fingers twirled around one peak even as he whispered to her, driving her mad with need.

  “I’ll be quiet,” she whispered, and when he leaned down to bite her other nipple, she whimpered, biting down on her lip. His hand moved under her skirts, finding her panties, and she parted her thighs wider to allow him access to her pussy.

  “So slick and wet,” he murmured against the peak of her breast, and gave it a lick even as he brushed his thumb over her clit.

  She gasped, moaning, her fingers digging into his shirt. “Colt—”

  “Sounds like you do want them to hear you,” he said, though the sound was a low chuckle, as if he were pleased she couldn’t quite keep herself as quiet as she wanted. His mouth tugged at her nipple, rolling it against his tongue and then lightly biting it, and each new sensation was accompanied by a flick over her clit. She cried out, bucking against his hand. God, she was so wet, so full of need for him. His fingers rubbed along her clit faster, even as he turned his attentions to her other breast, nipping at the peak. She clung to his shoulders, her heels wrapped around his hips, locked together.

  The door clicked. The light came on.

  “Beth Ann?” Allan stood there in the doorway.

  Beth Ann gasped, unlocking her legs from around Colt’s waist, struggling to pull her dress back to cover her breasts. “Get out of here, Allan!”

  Allan stared at the two of them in shock. He didn’t move. “What the hell is this?”

  Colt stepped in front of her, blocking her from Allan’s view. “Get the fuck out of here.”

  “This is a public building,” Allan said, furious. He looked at Beth Ann, scandalized, then back to Colt. “You son of a bitch. You’re taking advantage of her while she’s hurting.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Allan, go away—”

  “Get the fuck out of here,” Colt repeated again, his voice low and dangerous. His hand went backward to her, as if he could shield her from Allan.

  But Allan looked at the two of them, furious. “Disgusting, trashy behavior. I should have guessed that was why she’d want to go slumming with you. Well, newsflash, Waggoner, she’s a shitty lay—”

  Colt launched himself at Allan. He tackled the other man to the ground with a crash, and she barely had time to scream before Colt was straddling Allan. He slammed a fist into the other man’s face.

  “Colt!” Her shrill cry didn’t make either man pause. As she watched, Allan’s fist aimed for Colt’s face, missed, then slammed into his jaw. “Both of you! Stop it!” She hopped down from the desk, clutching her dress to her.

  Colt’s fist slammed into Allan’s face again, and she grew afraid. Oh lord, if he beat the snot out of Allan, Allan would call the cops on him. She tugged at Colt’s arm. “Colt, please, stop it.”

  “Yeah, Colt,” Allan said with a sneer, blood streaming down his face. “She doesn’t want you to hurt me.”

  But Colt had stopped, and he panted, still straddling Allan, and cast a bleak look at Beth Ann, as if betrayed that she would stop him.

  “I’d put my shoe through your damn face myself, Allan,” she said in a hard voice, and continued to tug at Colt’s arm. “But this is enough. Colt. Please.”

  He lowered his fist. Slowly got off Allan. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, blood that he ignored.

  Allan got to his feet, pressed his sleeve to his nose, then snarled at Colt, “I’m calling the police.”

  “No, you’re not,” Beth Ann said calmly, and she was surprised at how calm she was. “Or I’ll tell them you were stalking me, and Colt was defending me.”

  “I know the police. They’re my friends,” Allan said smugly.

  “They used to be my friends, too,” she pointed out, moving toward Colt. “And they know you won’t leave me alone. If you file one charge against him, it’s going to be your word against both of ours.”

  Allan glared. He wiped his face with his sleeve, smearing blood. “We’ll discuss this some other time.”

  “No we won’t,” she said, but the door had slammed shut.

  Colt followed him to the door, and for a moment, she thought he was going to chase Allan down the hallway and beat him some more. Her heart thundered in her chest. But Colt only turned the light back off, locked the door, and returned to her.

  “You okay?” she breathed.

  He leaned down and kissed her, hard. His teeth ground against her own and she tasted his blood in her mouth. His tongue thrust once, twice, and then he was pressing hard kisses down her neck and throat. “Colt?”

  He growled against her skin. “I fucking hate that dirtbag.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said softly.

  He turned back to her and his hands went to her cheeks. “Don’t tell me you’re sorry,” he said in a hard voice. “Just tell me you’re never going to go back to him again.”

  “I’m not—”

  “And tell me that you’re mine.” His eyes glittered in the moonlight, and she felt him press his erection against her.

  “I’m yours,” she said softly. The fight had brought out his protective streak. “All yours.”

  He tugged at the straps of her dress, pulling them from her hands to let them fall back around her waist once more, exposing her breasts. His fingers moved to the nipple, pinched it. He watched her face.

  Her breath inhaled sharply. “Do you—should we…”

  “Turn around, darlin’,” he said softly.

  A dangerous, erotic thrill shot through her. She moved slowly, turning until her back was to him. He moved forward, his hand skimming along her back, and she arched against those wonderful, callused fingers. She loved his touch.

  “Bend over the des
k,” he rasped, and his hand went to her neck. He didn’t exert pressure—it was just there to remind her of what he wanted. And she bent over the desk, gasping when the cold wood surface hit her fevered nipples. Her belly clenched as it hit the wood, and she shuddered in anticipation.

  “Do you want me, Beth Ann?” Colt’s voice was low, possessive. “Right here? Right now? Say no, and I can just walk away right now.”

  Say no, and I can just walk away right now. For some reason, she suspected that had a lot more meaning than to just right now. As in, forever. But she was in this too deep—and currently too turned on—to even think about leaving. “I’m staying.”

  “Because no one would expect you to fuck me after we’d been found out?”

  “Because I want you,” she said softly. “Only you.”

  His hands pushed up her cherry skirt—no panties. She spread her legs, steadying herself. Her hands clamped onto the front of the desk and she waited, her body rigid with anticipation. The crinkle of the condom wrapper alerted her, but she still wasn’t prepared for the feel of him when he surged into her. She sucked in a breath. She’d been wet, but not as soaked as she normally was when he finally thrust into her. There was a bit of sting, and tightness to her, and she wiggled, trying to adjust.

  His hands gripped her hips and he rocked deep, groaning with need. “Beth Ann.”

  “I’m here,” she said softly.

  He thrust again, and this time it didn’t hurt. Pleasure began to strum through her—his cock was so thick that it rubbed against all of her when he stroked in, and rubbed even more when he moved out. It was an exquisite sensation—she felt filled with lust when he stroked between her legs. It was like her entire core was one big g-spot. Amazing, that. He began to thrust hard, fast, his hand stealing to her shoulder to anchor her down. This was not a soft, tender exploration of bodies. This was hard, possessive sex. He was claiming her as his, branding her, making his mark on her.

  And she loved it.

  Soft little cries began to break from her with every hard, punishing thrust. The desk slammed back and forth with every motion as he rocked into her. His balls slapped against her with every thrust, and his thighs smacked against her own every time. This was the hardest they’d ever fucked, and instead of scaring her, she reveled in it. She wanted him to thrust deeper, harder. Lose all control. Her fingers dug against the side of the desk. She reached up, pulled his face down to her own, and whispered, “Fuck me harder, Colt.”

  He groaned, an animal noise, and his body slammed into her. Once, twice, and then he bit out her name, and his entire body clenched. She felt him spasm deep inside her, and she panted, motionless. He’d come before her. That hadn’t happened before, but she understood it. He’d needed her—needed this so bad. He rocked into her one more time, as if reluctant to leave her body, and then exhaled sharply. “Turn over.”

  She sat up, turned around, flushed, and leaned in to kiss him.

  He stopped her. “Back on the desk.”

  “But—”

  He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her back up. “On your elbows.”

  She did, though she was in danger of falling off the desk. Again, he pushed up her skirts, and to her shock, he buried his face in her pussy. “Colt,” she gasped. “But—”

  “Want to hear you come, darlin’,” he murmured against her flesh, and the vibrations of his low, husky voice sent shockwaves skittering through her. She moaned, and when his tongue began to lap at her, her hips quivered in response.

  A finger sank deep inside her—not nearly as exciting as his cock—and was joined by two others. He fucked her with his fingers, even as he bent to her clit and began to lick it with slow, measured strokes.

  “Oh mercy,” she moaned, forgetting all about being quiet. “Oh, Colt, yes, please…”

  “You taste sweet, Beth Ann,” he said, and she moaned anew, wishing her skirts weren’t blocking her view. His fingers continued to thrust into her, even as his tongue worked her clit over. Her hips began to undulate with need, and her cries ripped through the air as she came with a wet rush, the orgasm ripping through her with intensity.

  When she’d come down again, he took her by the hand and pulled her off the desk, and gave her a kiss that tasted like her sex. “Turn around.”

  She did as she was told, still panting.

  “Lift your hair.” When she did, he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, and she smiled. “Come to my place tonight,” he said softly, tying the straps of her dress behind her neck for her again.

  He hadn’t invited her back since that first night after they’d gotten out of the woods. She felt a little flutter in her chest. “You sure?”

  When she turned, he nodded, and kissed her again, and she touched the cut on the corner of his mouth with concern. “Doesn’t hurt,” he said. “Will you stay?”

  “Is this because you want me with you, or because you’re afraid Allan’s going to come by and harass me again?”

  “Both,” he said. “Plus, I like the way you wake a man up. Ruined me for coffee, remember?”

  She laughed. “Let’s stop by my place and get my things first.”

  They swung by her salon while she packed a quick overnight bag, and then headed out to the ranch in his car. Once in his cabin, they’d made love again—this time tender, sweet love—before going to sleep in each other’s arms, naked.

  ELEVEN

  The front door banged open, startling Beth Ann awake.

  “Sorry to barge in, Colt,” Miranda sang out, and Beth Ann heard a cord dragging. “But you’re the closest cabin and the closest outlet, and I need to curl my hair before we meet Dane’s parents today, and I—”

  Beth Ann sat up, pushing aside a nest of blond hair that had fallen into her face.

  Colt sat up, too, and his voice was amused. “Mornin’, Miranda.”

  Beth Ann’s best friend stared at the two of them in bed together in horror. Her jaw went slack with surprise, and then she dropped the curling iron in her hand. “Oh.” She scooped it up and then tilted her head, staring at them. “I came over to borrow an outlet. I, uh, didn’t realize Colt had company.”

  “Hey, honey,” Beth Ann said softly, her cheeks flushing. “How are you?”

  “Holy shit!” Miranda exclaimed, the sight of her friend finally sinking in. “Beth Ann! What the hell? You never said a word to me!”

  Beth Ann bit her lip and looked over at Colt.

  “Miranda,” he said, “can I get you to turn around so I can get some pants?”

  “Oh my God. You’re both naked,” Miranda squeaked. “Oh God, I’m scarred for life. I’ll go to the big lodge—”

  “It’s okay,” Colt said. “Just give me two minutes for pants, and then you and Beth Ann can talk—”

  Before he could finish, Miranda was back out the door. Colt chuckled and glanced over at Beth Ann. “Didn’t realize she was that skittish.”

  “She’s probably in shock,” Beth Ann admitted, hugging Colt’s blankets to her.

  “Not half as shocked as she’d be if we told her what we were doing last night.”

  Beth Ann flushed.

  He grinned, pulled her toward him and kissed her temple, then crawled out of bed over her. She admired his ass as he dressed, pulling on briefs, and then a pair of jeans. He turned as he tugged a shirt over his head, and his hair—that sexy high and tight haircut—was sticking up in tufts from sleep. “You want coffee, darlin’?”

  “Coffee sounds good,” she admitted.

  He grinned and tossed a shirt at her. “I’ll get some from the lodge and will be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

  “You’re my ride,” she pointed out. Plus, she was pretty sure she’d forgotten to pack panties in their haste last night. She tugged on Colt’s T-shirt and a pair of his sweatpants, and opened the door to the cabin to let Miranda in. “It’s safe now, honey. No more naked people.”

  Miranda climbed up the steps and reentered with her curling iron. She plugged it into the w
all, and then whirled to look at Beth Ann. “Well, I suppose this is a blessing,” she said lightly. “You can fix my hair so I don’t look like an idiot when I meet Dane’s parents for lunch.”

  “Are they in town?” Beth Ann asked politely.

  “They are,” Miranda said stiffly. “We’re having lunch with them to talk about the wedding and—oh hell, Beth Ann. You’re sleeping with Colt?” Her friend’s voice was scandalized. “You two hate each other. Like cats and dogs hate. Cats and water hate. Brenna and Grant hate.” Her eyes widened. “Is this a hate-sex relationship? Is that what you need after Allan? Someone to make you feel like—”

  “Nothing like that,” Beth Ann said hastily. She moved to the curling iron and picked it up, then gestured for Miranda to sit in the sole chair in the cabin. “You bring clips?”

  Miranda handed her one as Beth Ann separated a lock of her hair with her fingers. “Don’t change the subject. How did you and Colt get together?”

  “It’s kind of complicated.”

  “And that’s why you should tell your best friend,” Miranda pointed out. “I should be terribly hurt that you never said a peep to me, but frankly—wow. Now I don’t have to plan my wedding around whether or not you two can be civilized to each other. I can just plan it around whether or not you two need separate rooms or not.”

  Beth Ann blushed and wrapped the curling iron around a long, dark lock of Miranda’s thick hair. “Don’t read too much into it yet, honey. We’re still casual.”

  Miranda twisted in her seat, jerking at the curling iron. “Oh my God. You guys are just fuck buddies?”

  Lord. “We’re dating. I just don’t know if it’ll last. I’m trying not to read too much into it just yet.”

  “Because Allan’s going to try and chase him off?”

  The thought had crossed Beth Ann’s mind.

  Miranda turned again. “Have you thought about Allan? What’s he going to say?”

  “He kind of found out the hard way,” Beth Ann said lightly. “He walked in on us.”

  Miranda gasped, her hands going to the high collar of her dress. “What? How on earth did that happen?”