Ultimate Alphas: Bad Boys and Good Lovers (The Naughty List Romance Bundles)

by Synthia St. Claire

  “Yes,” I whispered. Suddenly, my ass was stinging from a sharp slap. “Louder,” he gritted. I had never been spanked before, and my surprise was accompanied by a sexual thrill as the slap had awakened my tingling skin. I realized it felt good – and that I wanted him to do it again. “Yes,” I said, only slightly louder than before. Again, his hand came down to spank my cheeks. I could feel them heat up, and imagined they were getting red from the abuse. I moaned with pleasure. He spanked me again, harder this time. His breathing was coming faster now. “Yes, I want you inside me,” I murmured, just a little louder. This time, the slap was almost at the limits of what I could take. “Tell me what you want me to do,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice thick. “Fuck me, Spider,” I moaned loudly. “Please, fuck me!”

  Spider pressed his head against my dripping opening, and then he was inside me, thrusting hard and deep. I gasped at the size of him. The first few thrusts were painful, but soon the pain gave way to a profound, throbbing pleasure that started deep inside my core. I rocked my hips back toward him, meeting every one of his thrusts with one of my own. As his cock slid in and out of me, our moans turned to cries as he pounded again and again against me. I gripped at the mattress, desperate for purchase as he began to thrust harder. “Oh, yeah, oh fuck, darlin’...” he moaned. One of his hands moved from my waist to my hair as he fisted it into a coil and tugged my head back. All I wanted was for him to fuck me harder, deeper, and I urged him on as he slammed into me. Soon, I felt my insides clench around him, and I came in a sudden, intense burst of pleasure that had me screaming wildly. Spider grew inside me, and with a final roar, his cock pulsed and exploded inside me. He cried out, and my voice joined his in the triumph of our release. When our shuddering had subsided, he wrapped his arm around my waist, still inside me, and fell onto his side with me curled up against his chest. We slept immediately, exhausted and sated.

  We made love twice more that afternoon, and each time Spider took me in his arms afterward as we rested. Around six o’clock, his phone buzzed and he got up from the bed to answer it. When he had finished the conversation, he turned to look at me somberly. “I gotta go, darlin’. The club calls.”

  “Do you have time for a shower?” I asked him, giving him my best wicked smile.

  He laughed. “Better be quick. C’mon, get up,” he said, reaching out his hand to help me from the bed.

  Our shower wasn’t quite as quick as we’d intended, but eventually we had dressed and Spider was shrugging on his cut. “I’ll see you later, darlin’,” he drawled, grasping my chin with his hand and raising my face to his for a deep kiss.

  I found myself hoping that he meant later that night, but I knew that probably wasn’t the case. “Take care of yourself, Spider, okay?” I couldn’t stop myself from saying.

  He grinned at me. “I always do. Don’t you worry about me.”

  I stood on my front porch as I watched him saunter down the sidewalk. His sexy ass, which so recently had been in my bed, was accentuated nicely by the worn jeans he wore. I stifled a little sigh of contentment as I looked at this man, and said a silent little prayer that today would not be the last time he and I were locked in pleasure.

  I went to the kitchen, suddenly starved, and made myself a quick dinner in silence. I ate out on the front porch, watching the sun set. My body was already sore from my afternoon with Spider, and I knew that tomorrow would be even worse. It was a good pain, the kind that echoes the memory of pleasure. At that moment, the plans of my revenge seemed very far away, and I frowned in consternation as I realized I had let myself get in far, far too deep with Spider. I shouldn’t have done that, I chastised myself sternly. But even as I gave myself a stern talking to, I knew I had been helpless to resist him.

  The more I thought about the afternoon, as evening turned into night, the more alarmed I was about what had happened between Spider and me. I realized now that I’d seriously compromised any plans I had at making the Fugitives pay by getting sexually involved with their vice-president. My God, what had I done? I needed to stay away from him, I realized with a feeling akin to panic. I was in too deep already, but maybe if I stopped right now, I could crush my feelings for him from developing and concentrate on what I had come back to Crystal Spring for.

  I had to try, anyway.

  Chapter Five

  The next day was my early Saturday shift, and I showed up at eleven o’clock to a still-closed bar and Larry washing glasses behind the counter. He grunted a hello at me and then motioned toward the back with a nod of his head. “Before you start in here on your Saturday shift, you’ll need to go back to the clubhouse and clean up from Friday night.”

  Wondering what there was to ‘clean up’ from, I nodded and went to grab an apron from the pile. Tying it around my waist, I walked down the hall, eyeing the closed door marked “Keep Out” as I approached. I tried the knob; it wasn’t locked. My curiosity was at a peak as I pushed the door open and went through to the clubhouse.

  On the other side of the door were the remains of a debauchery-fest. MC members, some of whom I recognized and others I didn’t, lay snoring on pool tables and couches. Club whores lay half or fully naked beside them. A few of them I recognized as strippers from the club, and I drily hoped to myself they didn’t have to work today. There were empty whiskey and beer bottles everywhere. Eventually, I spotted Candy, naked except for a thong, sprawled across a pool table next to Bullet. I should have been shocked by the scene in front of me, but frankly, it was all so over the top that it had the opposite effect of numbing me. I looked around in detached disbelief, shaking my head a little, and calmly started picking up empties, stepping around drunken or sleeping bodies as I carried them to a large plastic garbage bin by the bar.

  Though I tried to be quiet, the clanking of bottles roused a couple of people, who moaned irritably in their half-sleep. I noted with some relief that Spider was not among the men, though I told myself I would be naïve to think he didn’t take advantage of this willing population of buxom females from time to time. As I cleaned, I noticed Chig lying on his back on a low couch in the back, snoring. I wondered who had serviced him last night, and felt a flood of relief that it hadn’t been me.

  By the time I had cleaned up all the bottles and any other trash I had found, some of the men were starting to stir and rise. I quickly finished up and was almost ready to head back into Teasers when Larry came in. Pointing at a coffee maker behind the bar, he said quietly, “Part of the Saturday routine is making these guys a pot of coffee. Grounds are in the fridge in a big plastic container.” I nodded and obliged, making sure the maker was on and functioning as it should before I headed back into the strip club to officially start my shift.

  Although I had sworn to myself the night before to try to keep my distance from Spider, any resolve I had threatened to crumble when he walked in the front door about an hour after we had officially opened. He hadn’t shaved since I had seen him last, and the resulting scruffy five o’clock shadow only made him more irresistibly sexy. His eyes made contact with mine as he strode in, lighting a flame inside me starting at my core. He slowly sauntered over, one corner of his mouth raised slightly in a wicked little grin. “Lookin’ good this morning, darlin’,” he said as his eyes bored into mine. He pulled me close into a deep, penetrating kiss that left me hot and flustered. How was I going to stay away from him if he kept doing things like that?

  “Hi,” I said in a voice that I wanted to sound noncommittal, but came out strained with barely-hidden desire.

  “Missed you last night,” he murmured into my hair. I was pressed tightly against him, and I could feel his need begin to rise. I tried to fight my own desires, but for a moment my traitorous body began to move slowly against him, desperate for more of what he had done to me yesterday. Finally, I was able to pull away from him a little, breathless and disconcerted. “I missed you, too,” I said truthfully. I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but under the circumstances, when what I really want
ed to say was “Please take me in the back and fuck me senseless right now,” limiting my response to telling him I had missed him seemed like remarkable restraint.

  “I gotta go talk to the old man,” he said, relaxing his grip on me a little. “He here?”

  “Yeah, Chig’s back there,” I answered, looking over my shoulder toward the clubhouse. “But he may be a little too hung over to talk much.”

  Spider chuckled. “Yeah, I figured as much. That’s alright. He’s used to doing business the morning after.” Spider pulled me toward him for one final kiss, his hands coming around my back to cup my ass cheeks, pressing me to his hard length. “I’ll see you later, baby girl,” he whispered against my ear before releasing me. His hot breath made me shiver with longing. I watched him amble down the hallway, and heard the door to the club house open and then close.

  “You work fast,” Candy’s accusing voice said behind me. I turned to see her sneering at me; I hadn’t noticed her come in.

  “What do you mean?” I asked innocently.

  “You’re angling to be Spider’s old lady, aren’t you?” Candy said, pointing her finger at me angrily. “Who the fuck you think you are?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied flatly.

  “He’d never want you as his old lady. You’re just some candy ass bitch with no tits.” Her mouth curled into an expression of disdain.

  Again with the tits thing, I thought. She must see hers as her golden ticket. “Look,” I said calmly, looking her in the eye and trying to keep my voice from shaking. “I don’t know what your fucking problem is with me, but I’m not ‘angling’ to be anybody’s anything.”

  “Like hell you’re not!” Her eyes were flashing, her voice rising as she leaned toward me. “You think you can come in here and be Miss Perfect and get the V.P. of the club just by acting like a little fucking queen, you got another thing coming! You better wait your fucking turn and stay outta my way! I been here almost a year, you don’t get to just come in here and not pay your dues just like anyone else! Jan had to do it, too, before she became Larry’s old lady, back when he was still in the club. You’re no better than either one of us.”

  Huh? Jan and Larry were together? Larry used to wear a cut? I set aside this new information for future digestion and turned my attention to Candy, who was seriously getting on my nerves now. I looked her straight in the eye, my voice dropping in tone in my fury. “My life is none of your fucking business, Candy. I don’t care what the fuck you do with your body, or your tits. You just go back to whoring yourself out to the club, hoping someone will eventually take you out of pity, and you leave me the fuck alone. You got that?”

  “Fucking bitch!” Candy cried, and launched herself at me. She had the element of surprise going for her, but I had the advantage of not wearing four-inch heels. I bent at the waist and bowled into her, taking her down and sitting on her. She started to at my face with her long porn nails, but I was able to catch one of her wrists and fend off the other with my forearm until I felt myself being pulled off of her.

  “Jesus fuck, that’s enough,” Larry yelled, holding my arms as Candy scrambled to her feet. She made to launch herself at me again, but he stepped between us and pushed her backwards. “Enough, I said,” he barked sternly. Looking from one of us to the other, he continued. “There are probably a few customers who would pay good money to watch the two of you cat fight, but I got a club to run. You two better figure out right now how to work together, and quick. And if this ever happens again, no matter who initiated it, I’ll see to it that you are both fucking fired. You got that?”

  I didn’t know if Larry could make good on his promise, but I was happy to see that Candy didn’t seem to doubt it. Blanching, she shot me one last angry look and then nodded at Larry. He looked at me, and I nodded, too. “Of course, Larry. Sorry.”

  “Okay, then. You two stay away from each other this shift. I don’t need any more aggravation today. I’m going out for a smoke break.” Larry stomped off angrily, swiping his pack of cigarettes from the back counter as he went.

  I did my best to avoid Candy for the rest of the day. Luckily, she was still so pissed that she made it easy. Other than a few murderous looks that she shot me, we had no more interaction, and soon Jan came in to replace her. I was working the longest shift today, and overlapped with Jan and another waitress I hadn’t met yet named Barb.

  My curiosity about Jan and Larry was piqued now that I knew they were together. I watched them in fascination as they worked, trying to catch a glimpse that they were anything more than friends, but their banter seemed anything but romantic. The only thing that gave their relationship away was the ease with which they worked together. I realized, as I spied on them, that Larry seemed to anticipate Jan’s movements, and that Jan could sense when Larry would be ready with a drink order. I waited for a lull in our activity and eventually pulled Jan aside.

  “Jan, I had no idea that you and Larry were together. Were you never going to tell me?” I asked.

  Jan laughed easily. “Well, honey, I’m sorry I keep forgetting to wear my ‘Property of Larry’ badge. Yeah, I’m his old lady. Have been for close to twenty years, now.”

  I stared at her in amazement. “Wow. Twenty years.” It seemed like an eternity to me – practically my whole life. “And Candy said that Larry used to be in the club?”

  At this, Jan grew more serious. “Yeah, he was. He was a prospect when we met, actually. He put in a good amount of time with the Fugitives. Probably would still be in it, if I hadn’t asked him to back away.”

  Her eyes looked sad. I hesitated to continue, but finally I decided to ask. “Why did you ask him to step back from the club?”

  Jan looked at me, her eyes dark. “Well, you see, I grew up without any family. My dad left when I was a baby, my mom died when I was a teenager, and I got no brothers and sisters. And, as luck would have it, I’m sterile. Larry’s all I’ve got.” Jan cleared her throat, he eyes clouding momentarily with unshed tears. “The deeper in he got, the more terrified I got of losing him. So, finally, I begged him to pull back. I didn’t think Chig and them would let him, but they were pretty good about it. I was already a waitress here, and they gave Larry the bartending job so he wouldn’t have to go all the way back to civilian life. I may have my problems with some of the stuff that the Fugitives got their hands in, but I gotta say, they’ve been good to Larry and me. They continue to treat him like a brother. Always have.”

  I nodded silently, filled with sympathy for this woman whose life situation was so like my own in some ways. I was alone, too. What she had told me about the Fugitives filled me with confusion; I didn’t like thinking of them as kind or sympathetic. They had taken my family from me. The reality that they had allowed Jan to keep hers – that they still considered Larry their brother -- unsettled me deeply. I went about the rest of my shift in relative silence as I tried to push down the conflicting emotions coursing through me.

  Chapter Six

  Toward the end of my shift, Spider showed up as I was inputting a bill into the cash register and reached around me from behind. “I hear you’ll be finishing up soon,” he breathed against my ear. “We got church in a little bit, but I’ll be done in an hour or so. You want to come back to my place for a while?”

  “Church?” I turned around and looked at him quizzically. “Are you guys Catholic?”

  He burst out laughing. “Club meeting, darlin’. I ain’t seen the inside of a real church outside of weddings and funerals for a long time.”

  “Oh,” I chuckled. “Sure. I’m done in about half an hour, but I can wait.” My inner voice was scolding me for agreeing to what I knew would end up as the two of us in bed, but I was helpless to resist the charms of this bad biker boy. I knew I would have plenty of time to berate myself while I was waiting for him to be done with ‘church.’

  Soon, Barb, the waitress I hadn’t met yet, showed up, and we introduced ourselves as she prepared to take ove
r for me. Barb was sort of ‘in between’ Candy and Jan. She looked to be in her early thirties, was heavily tattooed, and had flame-red hair and a surprisingly innocent-looking smile. I liked her instantly. “How’s Candy treating you?” she asked, cutting a glance at the other waitress.

  “Uh, she doesn’t seem to like me much,” I replied.

  Barb chortled. “Yeah, that’s no surprise. She sees everyone as competition.”

  I avoided telling her about my altercation with Candy earlier that day. She would find out soon enough, I knew.

  Spider and a few others finally emerged from ‘church’ and came into the club. When instead of sitting down at their customary reserved table with the others, Spider came toward me and planted a kiss on me, Barb’s eyes grew wide. I hoped I hadn’t just made another enemy.

  “You ready to go?” Spider asked me.

  “Yeah, I’ve just been hanging around waiting for you,” I replied. I went behind the bar and grabbed my bag, then waved goodbye to Barb.

  As we rode through the early evening, the sun was just beginning to get low in the sky, its oranges and yellows casting a vibrant light over the road in front of us. I was wrapped around Spider’s waist, my tiny skirt hiked up so that I was able to straddle the leather seat. The vibrations coming from the engine were like foreplay, as though Spider was caressing my aching folds through the bike. I inched closer to the sexy biker, feeling the warmth of his body through his cut. The top rocker scratched against my cheek as I pressed my face against his back; the smell of leather filled my nostrils – a smell I now associated with Spider, and with pleasure.