Graham (Obsessed Alpha Book 3)

by C. M. Steele

  As we exit, we see the jackass from earlier, and he’s walking with a woman on his arm. Gia laughs, and I tug her close as we pass them by. “Come on, sweetheart. We have to get to our hotel.” I can’t help but add that dig.

  “Ah, Mr. Hamilton, I’m so glad to have caught you. The owner will be awaiting your arrival at the front desk.”

  “Thank you. And here are our keycards.” I hand them both of ours.

  “Let my staff assist you.”

  “Thank you, but I can handle these.” We make our way toward the hotel after speaking with some guides on the way. Once inside the lavish resort, I lead Gia to the concierge. “Hello, I’m here to check-in. Graham Hamilton,” I say. The young lady smiles at me before nodding her head.

  “Just one moment, sir.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I’m sorry, sir, but it’s going to be about ten minutes. Is there any way that you’d like to have a drink at the bar. Completely on the house, of course.”

  “Thank you, but no thank you. We’ll be in the shop over here.” I point to the men’s store right off the lobby.

  “Do you wish to leave your luggage? We assure you nothing will happen to it.”

  “Yes, thank you,” Gia answers. We enter the store and start to browse. I find a few things in my size. I won’t need much more than two days’ worth, but I find swim trunks just in case we do any kind of swimming.

  “Would you like to charge it to your room?”

  “No, thank you.” I take out my American Express and hand it to the woman. Gia stands there gawking at the price of everything. I forget that she’s not used to the extravagant life. Well, she’ll get used to it because I’m going to spoil her and all our children.

  “Come on. I’m sure our host is waiting for us.”

  “Ah, Mr. Hamilton, we are.” I turn around to see a man a little smaller than me, holding a woman close to him. “I’m Julian Navarro, and this lovely woman is my wife, Natasha.”

  I drag Gia to my side just as some asshole eyes her up and down. “Hello, I’m Graham, and this lovely woman is my fiancé Gia.”

  “I can kick him out of my hotel if it makes you feel better.”

  “Oh, no. Please don’t do that,” Gia exclaims.

  “Ah, a kind heart. I assure you, Graham here doesn’t agree with you, but I believe he will.”

  “Yes, I believe you are correct,” I answer.

  “Hello, Gia,” Natasha greets her. “Men!” She rolls her eyes, and they both laugh.

  “Well, let us not waylay you any longer. I know you must wish to settle in. Your luggage has been taken up to your suite. Please follow us.”

  We approach a private bank of elevators. “These elevators lead to the private suites. We have family residences in here, but we also have half a dozen rooms for special guests. Mr. Montenegro informed us that you wanted the best.”

  “He really does need a bonus,” Gia blurts out with a giggle.

  “That he does, my love.” I kiss her cheek.

  “So when is the wedding?” Natasha asks Gia.

  “He hasn’t even asked me to marry him. We only met today,” Gia confesses with a blush.

  “Ha. Don’t worry. I have been in your shoes. I assure you men like these ones don’t give you much of a choice.”

  “She’s right at least where I’m concerned.”

  “Same here.” Gia looks at me like I’m crazy and I might be, but I know she’s the one. “What? I told you. You were mine, and there was no going back.”

  “Nothing, crazy.”

  I cup her chin and crush my lips to hers, hard and quick. “Damn right. As long as we understand each other.”

  They only escort us to our rooms, inviting us to dinner and dancing tomorrow, which I happily accepted for my woman. As much as I want to keep her all to myself, I would like to dance with her and let the world know she’s mine.

  As soon as they’re gone, Gia gasps, “This place is incredible. I can’t believe this is a hotel suite.”

  “I know. It’s pretty nice. It’s going to make my condo look plain.”

  “Please. You have no idea where I live. If you do, you might second guess us.”

  I slip my hands around her waist from behind, pressing my chin to her shoulder. “Never.”

  Chapter Eight

  Gia

  I drop back into the tub, letting the bubbles cover my body and release a moan. The heated jets made my aching muscles relax. Graham and I have been going at it since we arrived in the hotel room. For the past twenty-four hours, I have come probably a dozen times. Every single time, I thought he couldn’t make it happen again, but he took that as a challenge. I finally learned to stop testing his mettle. A moan escapes my lips as I close my eyes and run my hands over my sore breasts, then comes a groan.

  I dart my eyes open to find Graham standing at the door. “Fuck, don’t stop. That’s sexy as hell. I know you’re too damn sore for me, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t admire the view.” His cock thickens in front of my eyes. Thankfully he’s wearing his boxer briefs, or that thing would be bobbing toward me.

  “I’m going to get in the shower and wash up. As much as I want to keep you tied to the bed, filling you up, we need to eat.”

  His phone buzzes from the other room. “Excuse me. I’m hoping that’s the buyer.”

  “Okay.” I close my eyes again and relax for another ten minutes. Feeling revived, I start washing off.

  “Damn, I have some perfect timing, don’t I?”

  “That you do. Everything okay?”

  “Yes. It was my buyer, and he’s very interested. He had to fly back home for an emergency and will be busy for the next week, but he’ll put the offer through to his lawyers.”

  “That’s wonderful.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I feel like we’re from different worlds.” I bite my bottom lip, feeling so small compared to a man who built his own successful life. He steps forward and without a word, cups the back of my neck and crushes his mouth to mine.

  “You’re my world. Get used to it.” He lets go of me completely and walks around to the shower stall. “I’ll be out in ten minutes. The restaurant downstairs is pretty casual, so wear whatever you want.”

  “Okay.” I wrap a towel around my hair before heading toward the bedroom.

  “Oh and Gia?” he shouts. I step back holding onto the bathroom door frame. “Yes?”

  “If you’d like to make it through a meal, bikinis are too casual.”

  “Damn, and that’s all I have.” I roll my eyes and leave the bathroom. I love my body. It’s everything sexy, and I know it, but that’s all the reason not to wear it in a restaurant. My breasts would get too much attention, and I hate attention. Well, only Graham’s attention I really enjoy.

  Five minutes later, I’m dressed in a pair of khaki shorts that cut mid-thigh and a dark green polo tee. I look cute, but I need to work on my hair and put on a hint of makeup. I don’t wear a lot, but now I’m around the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, and I refuse to keep my usual hobo chic look.

  A low growl comes from the bathroom door, and I wonder if I’m dating a beast or a man. I turn to him and see he’s definitely more beast than man. His broad chest and ripped arms make me want to run my fingers all over him while he holds me tight. Damn, my panties are already ruined. Maybe khaki wasn’t the way to go.

  “Is there something I can help you with?” he asks, raising his brow with a seductive smirk.

  I rake my eyes over his body, intentionally focusing on his cock that jerks under his towel. “No, I’m just admiring the view.”

  “Same here. I don’t know how I’m going to focus on my food with you sitting across from me.”

  “You managed it yesterday.”

  “Barely, and that was before I buried my cock in your sweet pussy. Now, it’s all I want to do. Fuck, if you weren’t sore, I would have joined you in that nice hot water, sliding my dick between your legs and pump
ing up into your slit.” I step closer to him. Once I’m in front of him, I can feel his cock pressing firmly against his towel.

  “Maybe I can help you out. You seem to really need it,” I say, tugging the towel off and then sliding down onto my knees. He groans as my hand wraps around his massive girth. I arch my brow as I look up at him. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck, suck it, baby. I don’t care how just suck.” His voice deepens, and he tosses his head back as I kiss the tip. When he looks back down at me, I slide my lips over the head and swirl my tongue around. Slowly, I work his length, learning how to suck him off. With every little sound from his throat, my pussy gets more and more flooded. I reach one hand between my legs, rubbing myself through the material as I suck his cock. “Baby, are you touching yourself?” I nod my head and mumble with his dick in my mouth. He pushes some of my hair behind my ear then he grabs all of my hair in a ponytail. With a grunt, he starts pumping his hips forward, taking control of this, and I eagerly stretch my mouth and relax my face. I’m so damn horny that I barely choke on him as he hits the back of my throat.

  “I’m coming, baby,” he growls, cupping the back of my head. “Swallow like a good girl.” His cock is so deep that I feel the jets of cum slide down my throat. When he’s finally done, he pulls out and drags me up to him. “Sorry if I was too rough with you, Gia. Seeing you with your hand stroking your greedy pussy broke me.” He grabs me around the waist, lifts me up, and carries me over to the bed, dropping me down on the edge of the mattress. Graham is quick to strip my shorts and panties off. “My turn.” He lowers himself to the floor, tossing my legs his shoulders and devours my core until I’m coming wildly all over his face.

  “Damn. A girl could really get used to that. How about we order in?”

  “Sounds wonderful to me.” He drops onto the bed with me, laying back as his cock starts jerking back to full staff.

  Chapter Nine

  Graham

  I sit on the settee in the living room area, waiting for Gia to finish getting dressed for our dinner and dancing evening. I can’t wait to see her in the outfit she bought today. Gia and Natasha went shopping while Julian and I watched from a short distance because there was no way in hell we’d let them go unprotected anywhere. Gia was silly enough to think that, but apparently, Natasha knew her husband wouldn’t let that happen. He’s just as nuts about her safety as I am with Gia’s.

  “The two scowling beasts are scaring away shoppers,” Natasha giggled as they came up to the register. Everything was put on our cards for our respective ladies.

  “They need to stop looking at you before I have them thrown off my island,” Julian replied to her.

  “I like this guy,” I muttered, grabbing Gia to my side and taking her bags.

  A text buzzes on my phone just as Gia steps out of the bathroom, so I don’t pay attention to it. “Holy fuck.” My mouth drops, and my balls tighten up as I stare at my woman. She’s wearing a one-strap silver dress that clings to every curve. I’m going to commit murder today. She looks like a goddess, and I’m mentally thinking of ways to hide her from all the other dicks lurking.

  “You look stunning, beautiful, pure perfection. I feel lucky as fuck, even if I get sent to prison for killing a son of a bitch tonight.”

  The silky material spreads all the way to her heeled feet, and I feel a little sanity return to me because her sexy legs are covered. That is—until she walks toward me. There’s a three-foot slit from the bottom of the dress to the middle of her thigh.

  “What the hell is that?” I growl out, standing up in front of her.

  “I believe it’s a dress.” She smiles at me, aware of the effect it’s having on me. Not that I’m not fighting an erection every second of the day, but damn, she’s trying to break me.

  “I know what it is. I…jus…this. You look drop-dead gorgeous, and I’m going to kill someone tonight.”

  “Relax. I only have eyes for you, or have you forgotten caveman? It’s been two full days on the island, and we’ve had a wonderful time. Let’s not ruin it. I look sultry, but my man, it’s all for you.” I’d stay here forever and get lost with her. Then again, I plan to work from home almost all of the time. That way I’ll have plenty of time to fuck her on every surface in my condo.

  “Damn, I suppose I can behave, but if a fucker doesn’t back off when warned, I’m going to lay him out flat.” They should see me with her and keep their eyes to themselves, but I know that’s going to be hard to do. My woman looks like she’s ready to walk down a red carpet.

  “Fine, my brute. Let’s go. I don’t want to be late.” Damn right, I’m a brute, and I’m ready to show her how brutish I can be. Getting myself under control is the key. My dick already presses painfully against my zipper.

  “Okay,” I mutter, doing my best to think of anything else besides fucking her on the nearest surface.

  I don’t touch her because I’m so damn hard up that I’ll end up tearing that dress right off her and fuck her pretty little pussy raw and hard until my cum drips out of her swollen slit.

  “Are you really mad?” she asks as we get on the elevator.

  My brows knit, wondering what’s going on in that pretty little head of hers. “No, why?”

  “You’re not touching me—kissing me.”

  I press the stop button and look at her, trapping her against the wall of the elevator. “Because if I do, you’ll be naked with my dick buried in your womb and the dress in shreds on the floor.”

  “Oh.” Her face flushes, and I want to tear into her sweet pussy even more.

  I push back and hit the release button, and we start going down again. “Yes, oh. I promise, baby. I’m going to make you pay for wearing that out tonight.”

  “Well, I’ll be waiting for the bill.” The sultry tone of her voice is going on her tab.

  “Let’s go,” I grumble as the elevator doors open.

  “Ah, you look fabulous,” Natasha squeals as they meet us.

  “So do you.” The women hug, and then Julian pulls his wife back, and I slide my hand around Gia’s waist.

  “That’s why it’s just the four of us.”

  “Oh, really?” Gia questions, looking at Julian who nods his head.

  “Yes, we’re going to take a sunset cruise with dinner and dancing.”

  I blanch at the revelation. “On a cruise?”

  “Yes, I like having my lovely wife away from all these prying eyes. What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” How the fuck am I supposed to pull this off? I don’t have any meds, and I haven’t told Gia about my secret. I can’t have her see me as someone weak. Once we’re married, maybe I can tell her, but I want her tied to me before I reveal that I’m a big ass baby.

  “Can you excuse us for a moment? I need some water?” Gia says. She takes my hand and walks me over to the bar, ordering a bottle of water before digging in her small purse. “Here. I suppose you’re going to need these.”

  “What? Where did you get this?” It’s my prescription bottle from my doctor.

  “You must have dropped them in the bathroom. I picked them up and looked them up online to see what meds you were on. I can’t believe you came on the cruise for me, knowing how lousy it would be. I love you, Graham. I really love you.”

  I gasp because I’ve loved her since the second I stopped her from falling. I reach up and cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb over across her chin. “I do anything for you. I love you so damn much I had no idea it was possible to feel this way until I held you in my arms.”

  “Then will you please take these, so you can hold me in your arms all night.” I do as she says, feeling like a man possessed. I can’t wait to get her home to Chicago and have her marry me.

  The evening goes a thousand times better than I could have hoped, including a long sensual night of collecting on her debt.

  Chapter Ten

  Graham

  We arrive in Chicago after a stop in Miami to gather her things. She’s only pa
cked what she needed, and we took a private flight with everything. I’m impatient to have her home in our bed. The second she steps in the condo, I get a feeling she doesn’t like it. “What’s wrong?” I ask, taking her hand and leading her away from the door so the movers can bring in her things. They met us at the airport and unloaded the boxes, following us back to the condo in downtown.

  “Nothing,” she mutters, her face straightens and turns into a smile.

  “Don’t lie to me.” I can handle a lot of shit, but I’m not good with her keeping things from me.

  “It’s just…empty.”

  “Well, I don’t need a lot of stuff. I have my gym room, my office, and a giant tv for watching my favorite Chicago teams. You know you can change it. I’m not going to be upset about it. Well, my office needs to stay the way it is since it’s where I do a lot of my work.”

  “No, this is your place.”

  “No. You need to get that out of your head right away. You’re going to be my wife. This home is yours as well. IF you want to change it, please feel free. Remember you’re forced to spend most of your time here with me since I don’t want to be away from you and it’s where I spend most days.”

  “Okay.”

  “Good. Now, I’m going to order some food and call my mother. She’s been worried about me for days, and I’ve been doing my best to keep you to myself, but we’re getting married as soon as possible, and she’s going to kill me if I don’t include her.”

  “We’re getting married? I don’t recall you asking me a specific question.”

  I step up to her, grabbing her hand and sliding the ring I got in Isla Nubia onto her finger. “I’m not going to ask. You’re mine. I’m sure I’ve made it clear and you agreed.”

  “Yes, but…where did you get this?”

  “Julian lent me a hand when we went shopping. He pointed me in the right direction. I picked it up before we left the island.”

  “You sneaky man.” She looks down at the four-carat solitaire set in a platinum band.

  “Hey, I can’t risk you going on another cruise, finding anyone else and letting them fall madly in love with you.”