Overzealous Alphas

by Elizabeth Knox

  “Sure thing, Karson. I’ll be there in fifteen,” I mutter and disconnect. There were five of us, Jon was always the serious one, oldest brother and me, I just didn’t give a shit. Max was the only one of all of us that went to University; he was an uptight, pretentious asswipe most of the time. I honestly didn’t think he had a fun bone in his perfectly toned body. And Liam was a hard worker and one hundred percent committed to his fiancee, Roxanne.

  ***

  I was at Beats first, so I grab us a pool table, a pitcher of beer and did a few warm-up shots. The door opens and in comes Karson with a girl hanging on him. He whispers something in her ear, and she glances up at him as if to say you’re a douche and walks out. Yeah, he was a master of, ‘get it in, get it out, and don’t mess my hair up.’

  He tosses his leather on the table where my jacket is and pours himself a beer, “So, let's get this game going.” He was in a mood, fucker must have gotten his weenie wet again before he got here.

  “Aren’t you all chipper,” I wink. “That girl ride you here?”

  “Nah, she blew me on the way over,” he chuckles as he picks up the triangle to set up the balls.

  “No shit, and what did you say that pissed her off?” I wonder while he downs half of his glass of beer and wipes his sleeve across his mouth.

  “What’s with all the questions,” he groans, “She outdid her usefulness, that’s all. I told her to fuck off,” and he grabs a pool cue, rubbing chalk on the end. “You know I don’t want any crap in my life.”

  Yeah, that was putting it mildly, “So are you seeing her again?” I knew he would get pissed-off at me for asking, but I’ve always pushed him as far as I could, brotherly love at its finest.

  “Did you want to go get a bite to eat and talk about our feelings, Eli?” He smirks and shakes his head at me, “Stepping in feelings is something like stepping in shit, I don’t care for either one.”

  I laugh, it was so typical of Karson to say stuff like that, “So, Liam and his lady love will be at the house tonight?” I waggle my eyebrows. “Mom is going to make a big ass deal out of this, you know that right?”

  Karson finishes his first beer and quickly fills it up, “Well, that’s her M.O., right? Ma wants grandbabies, and at least one son is going to do that for her.” Our talk subsides as the game becomes a bet, the loser buying the next round. We all play quite well, but Jon was the master at the game; I can’t remember the last time he lost, or if he ever did.

  Two pitchers down, we both win a game and a guy that knows Karson comes over and lays some money on the table. “Hey man,” they clap their hands together, and a chest bump, “Your dad doesn’t know you’re here does he,” Karson laughs.

  “Nah, he does but I’ve been staying at my sister’s, the old man is riding the hell out of me.”

  “Oh hey, Austen, this is my brother, Eli and vice versa,” Karson introduces us.

  “Nice to meet ya,” I nod at him just before I sung my last ball. “I guess that makes me the winner,” I taunt, “You should go find your girlfriend, Karson.”

  “No one likes an idiot winner, ya know that, Eli.”

  “Thanks for those words of wisdom,” I joke. “Line them up, Austen and let’s see who wins this game,” I smirk, “Oh, the round is on you, bro.”

  “I forgot what a dick you are when you win,” Karson chuckles and walks over to the bar to get another pitcher of beer.

  “You guys close?” Austen asks.

  “We’re brothers, and Karson’s younger, so he puts up with more crap than I have,” I explain while watching him rack up the balls. “What do you do, Austen?”

  “Your break, eh?” He mutters, and I bend over the table to shoot, “I’m in University, taking psychology. I’m aiming for being a shrink, but might end up a psychologist instead of a psychiatrist.”

  “Why is that? You’d make more money being a psychiatrist, wouldn’t you?”

  “Stop with all the damned questions, Eli,” Karson murmurs. “This is supposed to be fun. We'll get fifty questions with mom and dad tonight.”

  I look at my watch, “Shit, let’s make this game fast, we’ve got to go, Karson.” We smash through the game, and Austen wins, so it was decided that once dinner was over, we’d all head over to my place for a night of video games.

  ***

  Dinner goes off without incident, which was nice for a change. Mom about broke her butt over Liam’s finance; Roxanne and dad talked about a house that wasn’t far from here for them to settle in.

  “Now, Elijah, when are you going to settle down?” Mom asks me, “Your dad and I worry about you,” she mutters and starts on the ‘if you are gay’ talk. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it just was that I wasn’t gay and very much in lust with a certain lawyer that had rebuffed me today. My ego, on the other hand, was tipping toward the gutter. That’s probably generous, my outlook on the whole situation was shit at best.

  “Mom, if I were gay I’d tell you,” and Jon bursts out laughing. “You might want to ask Jon if he is though,” I tease.

  “I know Jon’s not, he’s had plenty of girlfriends, but you never seem too interested in having anyone.” That does it, “Mom, damn, I’m not gay!”

  Our dad stands up, comes over to me and pulls me out of my chair, “Outside, right now,” he orders. So, outside we go as we duck into the garage, “Look, Eli, don’t ever tell your mom that we come out here for this,” and he crouches down and pulls a bottle of Club Royal from underneath his workbench. He takes two cups from a shelf and pours us each some, “You know she hates when I drink, but you know a drink here, or there won’t hurt.”

  “I know, Dad,” as I down the contents of the cup. “What’s going on with you? You never get upset with your mom, which, by the way, I didn’t appreciate,” Dad tells me sternly.

  “Just a lot of shit going on, that’s all, and we have this new contract,” I tell him. “I’m trying not to mess it up,” and he pours another few shots in my cup.

  “What’s that nonsense about? Why would you mess up the contract?” he questions.

  I heave in a deep breath and blow it out, and tell him everything that happened the last few days. He doesn’t remark, make any faces or even gesture about anything, he just listens to everything I say.

  “Sounds like you have an infatuation with this woman,” he grumbles. “Maybe it’s best if you do stay away, at least while you’re working at her home. That family has more money than they can spend in this lifetime, so I understand what Jon’s talking about too,” he exclaims and pats my shoulder. “Eli, you’re a good man and any woman would be lucky to have you, but don’t let this one drag you down,” he warns. “Once you’re down, it’s hard to climb back up, son.”

  ***

  It ends up that Jon, Karson, and Austen comes over to my place. We drink a bottle of whiskey, and everyone passes out around two-thirty in the morning. This wasn’t the best thing because we had to be at Darcy’s at nine a.m., but after a few or ten shots I find out that Austen is a Fitzwilliam. That fact blows my ever-loving mind, much to Jon’s amusement.

  Of course, he feels it necessary to tell Austen that his sister and I have a bit of history. Which only makes the younger Fitzwilliam chuckle, because their dad rules who they date. The world as I know it was getting smaller by the second and squeezing the light right out of me.

  I drag my ass to bed in the early hours and try to sleep, but it was useless. My brain wouldn’t shut off, and my chest ached, there wasn’t much that I could do to remedy the circumstances surrounding this fiasco. My alarm goes off at five. I groan, ripping it out of the wall and throwing it against the opposite wall.

  “Hey, get up you lazy shit,” Jon yells through the door. “You’re going to want to look all purty to start your day at Darcy’s.”

  “Get out of my house, asswipe,” I mutter and throw my pillow at him when he opens the door. “I want my privacy back,” I holler as Karson walks into my room and pulls some of my clothes from t
he drawers. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “You’re going to ask me that?” he grumbles and sighs.

  “Yeah, I guess I am,” I fume as I get out of bed. “Go home and get your own damned clothes.”

  “I am not going home then coming back, and then to work, not happening.”

  “Why not? You have lots of time before we have to be to work,” I watch as he pulls my shirt over his head and did up my jeans. “I guess that’s my answer, isn’t it,” I sneer and head to my ensuite to shower. I turn on the hot water and let it cascade over my back, thinking of the day that lies ahead when someone knocks on the door, “What,” I yell, but no one answers.

  I pull the curtain open and grab a towel to wrap around my waist, “Who the hell knocked on the goddamned door?” Still nothing, and I walk out into the kitchen and freeze, there stood the one woman that turned me on and made my blood boil at the same time.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask as I busy myself pouring a cup of coffee, “And where is everyone?” She doesn’t answer me, only turns her back to me, “I didn’t kidnap your brother if that’s why you’re here,” still nothing from her. Then I see her shoulders quake, and I place my hand on the small of her back, and she turns and burrows her face against my chest. I was shocked that she was crying, “What’s wrong, Darcy?” I put my coffee down and hold her tight.

  “It’s Austen, he…”

  “He what, babe, tell me,” I plead, and she glances up at me with her cheeks flushed and her eyes puffy from crying.

  “I shouldn’t be here, but Austen said he had left some of his things here, so I wanted to get them,” she breaths in a shaky breath. “He was in a car accident early this morning, I guess he got it in his mind to go home and lost control of his car.” Her voice cracks, and it scares the hell out of me.

  “Is he okay, Darcy?” I ask, and she nods. “Okay, if he’s fine, why are you falling apart? Who let you in, anyway?”

  “Your brother, Karson let me in,” she sniffs, “he was waiting for me when I got here.”

  “What the hell, I go to take a shower, and all hell breaks loose!” I look down at her, “Where is Austen, now? And why did you feel like you had to get his things now?”

  “You’re right. I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll get Austen’s things and go,” she says, but I couldn’t let her leave when she was so upset.

  “Wait a minute,” I urge and cover her upper arm with my hand. I force her against the wall and watch as her breasts rise and fall with each breath. “You’ve been driving me crazy for days, and you just happen to be in my house at five-thirty in the morning with not another soul here,” I brace my left hand on the wall beside her head. “I suppose you think that you can do whatever it is that you want to,” I whisper as I apply pressure with my right hand on her neck.

  “I,” she shudders, “I didn’t want to be another notch on your bedpost.” Darcy archeds her back, and her hardened nipples pierce my abdomen, and her breath come out shaky, labored.

  Before I second guessed what was happening, I press myself against her and claim her mouth. It was a wild kiss, all mashing teeth, biting lips and sucking tongues. My cock was at attention like every other time I was around Darcy. At that moment, I didn’t want to think, I just wanted to feel; feel her body, get lost in everything that was her and listen to her heartbeat when everything was silent.

  I pull her jeans down and lift her up, and she locks her legs around my hips, bucking like a wild animal. She pulls her shirt off and her perfect tits have me dazed, hypnotized. Her pink nipples taunt me as I balance her against the wall and tear her panties off. Darcy let out a strangled gasp as I slide my fingers through her pussy lips. She was hot, so fucking hot and so damn wet. “I can’t hold back anymore,” I whisper against her lips.

  Her vibrant blue eyes were at half mast as she reaches between us and pulls the towel loose from my waist, “Neither can I,” Darcy mutters, biting my lips and soothing it with her tongue.

  “Fuck,” I curse under my breath when I feel her small hand encompass my shaft. “Holy Christ, that feels so unbelievable, babe,” I grunt, my head resting on her shoulder as a shiver runs up my spine. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman touched me and had this effect. It was new territory and one that I wasn’t quite sure of, but this felt so right.

  Sex, after all, it was just sex, just two bodies coming together for one goal. But this, this was different, nothing I’d ever felt before, and I reveled in it, I wanted to get lost in it. Darcy releases me and licks her palm, grabbing me again, as she drops to her knees.

  Her tongue pulses around the head of my cock and I have to pull her away, she was going to make me come. “Oh, fuck no, baby, not this time,” and I lift her up and toss her over my shoulder, slapping her luscious little heart-shaped ass as I hurry toward my room.

  “Hey,” she chuckles, “put me down.”

  “Oh, I plan to, right the fuck on my cock,” and I unceremoniously drop her on my bed. I give her no time to recover as I cover her body with mine, palming my shaft and pushing up through the warmth of her heat, bumping her clit then dragging back to her entrance. Her eyes flutter shut, and I watch the beauty under me become a shameless bundle of desire.

  In one fast thrust, I was sheathed inside her and stilled. I pull in a deep breath because if I didn’t talk myself down, I would come like a fucking geyser, and I wanted to savor every single groove, moan and smell to memory. After today, this girl was going to be mine, I was going to ruin her for every other man.

  I lay my body on hers and with every surge in I roll my hips to grind against her clit. When I pull out I left just the tip in and surge back inside, her pussy was tight as a goddamned siphon building pressure in my balls. “Fuck, Darc, so good,” I whisper in her ear, “You okay?”

  She nos and sets her heels at the base of my back, “Just keep fucking me.”

  That one request fanned the fire that was now out of control; her prodding words, her sensual moans, her voluptuous tits that begged to be licked as I thrust inside her. Darcy’s hips greet mine, the sounds of our bodies made as they collided together was almost too much and exactly what I needed. Our breaths were shallow, her eyes hooded with desire; this girl was made for me, and not even a fantasies held a light to her true magnificence. Let’s face it, I’ve fucked this girl numerous times in my mind, but nothing could’ve prepared me for this.

  I pull her to the edge of the bed, “Put your arms around my neck,” I order her. Then I pick her up and back her against the wall to fuck her like a wild animal, “Look at me,” her eyes snap up to mine, “You belong to me,” I declare. “No one gets this pussy, but me,” I grunt as she tries to maneuver so she could bounce on me. “Not a chance, I need this baby,” and I bite down on her neck as I hold her tight between me and the cool wall.

  “I—I,” her words devoured as my mouth come down over hers while I continue to plunder her warmth. Darcy gasps which told me I was giving her what she needed and that’s all that matters. I release her lips and dip my head, pulling one peak into my mouth, nipping the soft flesh that surrounds it.

  “Oh,” she howls, as her core spasms and I feel her nails rip into my upper arms as she comes apart and pulls me along with her. I jerk a few times erratically and blow. My mind was completely numb from the euphoric energy eating me whole.

  My head was buried against her neck, both of us breathing heavy as all my muscles tightened in my abdomen. There it was again, that feeling, that unknown and unwanted heat piercing my heart. I heave in a few deep breaths as she untangles herself from me and I steps back.

  “Are you okay?” Darcy asks me. What was I supposed to say to that? No, I wasn’t, and I haven’t finished with you yet. I mean, this was just the beginning, she had become a drug that I needed to possess.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” I tell her, “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, Eli,” she whispers her hands trying to cover her breasts, “I should get going.” Darcy doesn’t mo
ve though, she stares at me, maybe waiting for me to tell her to leave.

  I rub the back of my head and walk to my dresser to grab a pair of jeans. “I’d like to know why you were crying when you got here?” I ask as I pull my pants up, leaving the button undone. She lowers her eyes to my happy trail as she licks her lips, “You want more,” I smirk as she blushes.

  “Please, don’t be an idiot with me.”

  “I’m sorry, I was just joking, Darcy,” I claim. “But, I meant what I said to you about being mine,” her gaze lifts to mine and she opens her mouth as if to say something but quickly stops. “What is going on with you?”

  “Look, my dad found out that Austen quit school and saying he was upset is only the tip of the iceberg.” Then I notice how tired she looks.

  “Your brother was here, but you know that,” I say playing with the tag from the shirt I hold in my hands. “I didn’t know he left though when I crashed he was passed out on the couch,” I offer her whatever information I have. “He’s going to be okay, babe.”

  I walk over to her, offered her my shirt and help her put it on. I rub my hands up and down her arms and lean my forehead against hers, “You don’t have to act like you care, Eli,” she mutters. “We fucked, right, that’s what we both wanted.”

  “Did I say that to you?” I grit out, this girl really knows how to push my buttons.

  “Thanks for everything, I’ll see you around.” Darcy never gives me the chance to say anything as she grabs her things, gets dressed and runs out the front door. Well, what the fuck was that about? Wasn’t I supposed to be like that since it’s an assumption that that’s all men care about, the conquest?

  ***

  Jon stood outside Darcy’s door speaking with Mr. Fitzwilliam, “Here he is,” my brother smiles. “Eli does all the figuring and lays out the floor plan,” then Jon looks back at me, “You want to show the blueprints to the Fitzwilliams while we start bringing in our supplies.”