Overzealous Alphas

by Elizabeth Knox

  “This was a really great idea, Ethan,” I tell him as he grabs my hand.

  The sun’s rays are invigorating, and the water touching my toes is welcome and refreshing. We sit on our towels and enjoy the serenity of this place. It’s the best thing I have done in months. I can’t help but look at this savior next to me. So much has happened, and I thank the Lord above for sending him to me.

  “Ethan, I feel like I need to tell you a bit more about my ex-husband.” I want to be open and honest, plus when I’m standoffish or anxious about certain things, he needs to know why.

  “Okay, I’m listening. Just know I’m not going anywhere,” he proclaims, placing his hand on mine.

  “Okay, here goes.” I give Ethan a condensed version of how we met, how he changed, and then the nightmare that became my life. The tears roll down my cheek but having him next to me gives me strength and confidence.

  “Wow Sienna, you have been to hell with him. It makes me so angry that this happened to you. I hope I never run into this Mike because I might not be able to control myself. Just know that as a man, he was the minority. Men don’t hit women. That is a weak excuse for a man, and I am so glad he is out of your life. I’m here for you, Sienna. Thank you for opening up to me.” He reassures me and soothes my tears by kissing me softly on the cheek.

  “Thank you for listening. I don’t want to scare you away with my baggage, but you have the choice if it’s too much because I’m a little broken.” I sigh as I really hope he sticks around.

  “I’m not going anywhere. I have baggage too. I was engaged, Sienna, and one day, I’ll tell you my story,” he reveals, and my eyebrows raise as I can’t help but wonder what happened.

  Ethan turns in my direction and smiles. We have both shared parts of ourselves, a milestone in hopefully building trust.

  I suddenly realize he is in a tank top and admiring his bulging biceps have just made my ovaries explode. I can’t help but wonder what’s hiding beneath it—my guess is toned chest and abs. I really want to rub my hand along his muscles and, one day in the near future, my tongue.

  Focus on the water, Sienna, I tell myself, trying to fan myself.

  Before I know it, Ethan strokes my cheek and pulls my face in his direction, then his lips are on mine. Our kiss is sweet and gentle like last time, but then it grows wild and hungry. Instinctively, we entwine our arms and bodies closer.

  Pulling me in tighter, he kisses me with his heavenly mouth. My core dampens in response to him, and I moan as his tongue massages mine. We are panting when we come up for air, neither one of us wanting to pull away. We kiss again as the minutes pass, and I feel cemented to him. It’s like heaven on earth, and I never want to leave.

  “Let’s go in the water. It’s gotten rather hot,” he declares, and I giggle as we are both hot and bothered.

  I slip out of my beach coverup to reveal my one piece. I’ve never thought I had a flat stomach, so I like to hide it. Thank god I shaved my bikini line, and with Sara’s help, I used a quick tinted moisturizer on my white legs and body.

  He takes off his shirt, and holy shit, is he all alpha male. Toned to perfection, his physical shape looks in peak condition, so I know he must go to the gym!

  He holds himself with confidence. Where I’m self-confident walking down to the water, he stands up tall with shoulders back, and it’s obvious he’s happy in his skin.

  The water is cool and refreshing, and we spend the afternoon swimming, kissing, and talking. I really hope this isn’t too good to be true because right now, it’s just what I need.

  ETHAN

  I knew from the first time I saw Sienna, all shy and clumsy, that I wanted to get to know her better. And now that classes are over, I can spend time with her. She is sweet, funny, gorgeous, and our conversation flows so easily. Plus, she is a fantastic kisser. I was so shocked to hear what her ex did, that low-life scum. That is not acceptable.

  My phone rings as I arrive home after the beach where we had another amazing day.

  “Hey bro, how you been?” I say when my brother’s name comes up.

  “All good here, Eth. How are you?” he asks the usual question. Dominic is two years older, married, and they have two kids. We try to catch up at least monthly.

  “Well, if you must know, I’m seeing someone,” I announce, catching him by surprise.

  “What? That’s awesome. Give me all the details.”

  After filling him in, I wonder if maybe I should have left out the drama with her ex.

  “You don’t need someone with her emotional baggage, Eth. Give it more time. You will meet someone else, just keep it casual.”

  I frown at his suggestion. “No, she makes me happy,” I say sternly. “Sienna is what I’ve been looking for.”

  “What about her psycho husband? He moving into your perfect life, bro?” he asks sarcastically.

  “My eyes are open. I know it’s going to be hard, but I’m not giving up on her. She needs me, and I need her,” I state. I have made my decision.

  “Exactly what I’m worried about. She depends on you, so what if she works it out with the ex?”

  “Not gonna happen.”

  “But it could.”

  He is right. It could happen.

  “He hurt her. She’s not going back,” I reveal to him. Sienna is not that weak woman.

  “She’s damaged, Ethan.” I sigh. “Well, if it gets too much for you, don’t feel guilted into staying,” he adds, and I shake my head.

  I’m so glad when Dominic and I say our byes and end the phone call.

  I pour myself a glass of red wine and ponder his statements.

  Everything he said is true.

  The what-ifs.

  If it did end, could she cope? Would I cope? Is it worth it?

  But isn’t life a daily gamble?

  Walking away would hurt but staying might end in hurt.

  Either way, I’ve gotta give it a shot, right?

  Sienna is like that song you want to play over and over.

  I can’t imagine ever getting sick of her.

  FEELINGS AND ALL THAT…

  It’s date number three, and after throwing numerous outfits all around, I decide on a knee-length black skirt, a simple light blue top with shoestring straps, and then finish off the look with strappy black wedges. My hair is straight and smooth around my face, and I’ve added black dangly earrings and makeup.

  As we drive to the restaurant, I’m excited and grateful. I’m so lucky to have met this fantastic man.

  Dinner is great, the food and the company both amazing.

  Then we head to a local bar where a band is playing.

  It’s so relaxed and chilled, and we are enjoying each other’s company so much.

  A few people get up and dance, and then a Bruno Mars song comes on.

  “Damn woman, we cannot be in a chair when my man Bruno comes on,” he declares, and I laugh. He has a point; his music is just something you can’t not dance to.

  Could this guy get any hotter?

  “Uptown Funk” is playing, and he can dance!

  Look out, Bruno Mars!

  We dance for the next hour, and it’s so much fun. I can’t remember ever dancing like this with Mike. “I’ve had the best night. Thank you for making me laugh so much.”

  We are driving home when my phone vibrates in my bag. I retrieve it, assuming it’s the nosy cousin.

  Mike: Hi baby, have you missed me? We will be back together soon, I promise.

  Love, Mike

  I start to shake. I’m shocked, anxious, and scared by his words. How is he messaging me?

  “Sienna, what is it? You look white, are you okay?” Ethan questions as he pulls over the car.

  I hold up my screen and show him the text.

  “We will take this to the cops. He’s breaking his restraining order,” Ethan replies, and I nod. “You are safe with me, Sienna. I won’t let him try anything, okay?” He hugs me, then I kiss him, feeling secure in his arms.
r />   “I’m really sorry. I should have known he wouldn’t stay quiet. He is just trying to scare me,” I eventually say to Ethan. Even when he’s out of my life, he still screws it up.

  The next day, we go the police station with the text message.

  We find out the police have let him out because he pled insanity. He now lives in a community home with a warden to check in with, and he is monitored daily.

  They need to put him in a psychiatric ward in a straitjacket where he belongs.

  “Just when life is normal, how does he come back to wreak havoc?” I say, feeling angry.

  “Sienna, I don’t care about your goddamned ex-husband. He doesn’t scare me. I need you to know I didn’t think we would become so serious, but in just a short time, I’ve fallen hard for you,” Ethan confesses, making me smile. “The amazing woman who you are, your inner strength, humor, and your heart … you are an inspiration to other women who have been in your situation,” he adds, and I’m in awe of his honesty and words.

  “Wow, Mr. Rossi, you have a way with words,” I declare playfully, smiling at his compliments.

  We arrive at his place, and it is so homey, and there is color! It’s not all white, which is so refreshing.

  “I’ll put my words into actions if you like,” he declares. He embraces me, then he tickles me, and it’s invigorating to laugh so frequently.

  We enjoy a sweet kiss. “Do you know you are a great kisser, Sienna? You, my dear, have a talented tongue.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

  “We have that in common as you are an amazing kisser and also talented with your tongue,” I say playfully, and I feel his hardness push into me as we cuddle.

  We kiss now with more passion, and when he comes up for air, he tries to change the subject. “Let’s talk about the news or weather or something else,” he suggests as I notice is hardness poking out.

  I chuckle loudly. “Having a hard time there, are you?” I joke, and we both laugh. His humor is infectious.

  “You have no idea,” he tells me, adjusting himself.

  I kiss him again and pull him closer. “I think I’m just as wet as you are hard, Mr. Rossi,” I admit, biting my bottom lip.

  “Damn woman, you know how hot it is when you call me that?” He playfully runs his fingers through my hair and brings his mouth to my ear, blowing softly, then nibbling, making me squirm.

  “Mmm,” I moan.

  I’m so smoldered with heat and desire right now.

  I can’t help myself as I start to lift his shirt. I can’t wait any longer to take in his sexy upper torso. His eyes widen with lust as I lift my arms for him to take my top off too.

  “Are you sure, Sienna? There is no rush. I can wait until you are ready,” he reassures me.

  “I have never felt so sure of anything more in my life,” I confirm, and god, it feels right as the words leave my mouth.

  “I know what you mean. Being with you, kissing you, and holding you is amazing.” His gaze finds my naked skin as my lacy bra is revealed.

  We kiss again, and my hands explore his body as his do the same. I grab his hand and let him guide me into his bedroom where I remove my jeans and lie on the bed.

  He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down; his arousal is evident through his briefs.

  He lies down next to me, and I pull him closer. I kiss his neck and find his mouth again. I feel his hardness against my throbbing core that has been neglected for so long. Man, it feels good as he rubs against me.

  “Touch me, Ethan,” I tell him, giving him permission and directions at the same time.

  Within seconds, his hands rub along my breasts, grazing my hard nipples. He eagerly pulls down my bra, revealing both breasts. He begins to rub them, then his mouth licks and sucks. “Mmm,” I moan. Damn, I’ve missed all of this.

  He softly kisses my nipples playfully with his tongue. It gets my core so wet. As if he reads my mind, he kisses down my stomach and across my lace panties to my thighs. I’m trembling with want. His eyes meet mine, and his lust is evident.

  “Are you sure?” he asks one last time.

  “Yes, I am sure,” I reply, and I help shimmy out of my pale pink lace panties, exposing every part of me.

  I need to feel bonded to this man, and I know this will make it a hundred times better. He kisses up my left thigh, teasing as his hands rub and get closer to my dripping core. He playfully skims past my opening, and I shiver with delight. He skims past it again, and then gently slips a finger inside. My arousal allows it to slide in easily.

  “Oh god, Sienna. You are dripping wet. It is so hot,” he groans as he massages inside me. He then adds another finger.

  “Ethan. That feels so damn good,” I whisper and moan with pleasure.

  He massages faster, and then I’m surprised by the warmth of his breath as his tongue replaces his fingers on my core.

  God, I’m going to die from the pleasure.

  His tongue flicks and licks me, and then a finger massages my clit as I dig my nails into his arms then shake and convulse from my orgasm.

  That was amazing and much needed.

  “Wow, Ethan,” I say after my shaking has stopped.

  “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he tells me as he removes his briefs. Once I see the full extent of his hardness, I sit up because I can’t help but touch him and stroke.

  He rips open a condom, and I roll it on, my eyes filling with lust as he crawls toward me. His naked skin against mine is heaven. When I feel him at my entrance, I wrap my legs around his waist, helping him slide inside. Bliss.

  His eyes find mine as we unite together as one, and then with a gentle thrust, he pushes all the way inside me so deep.

  “Having you inside me is heaven.” I sigh.

  He smiles. “You are heaven, Sienna,” he whispers.

  He moves a little faster, finding a good rhythm and thrusts a little harder. I rock in time with him as we kiss passionately, my clit still tingling from before as my second release builds.

  Bam, it hits so hard, and it’s mind-blowing. I ride the waves of ecstasy over and over.

  Ethan thrusts a few more times until he then loses control as his release hits. He convulses as his orgasm hits, and he comes hard and fast.

  “Well, that was unexpected and goddamn amazing,” he declares as we snuggle.

  I lie on the bed wearing a smile. Considering my last sexual experience was a painful one with Mike, I’m glad this beautiful moment has now erased that one.

  Damn, I don’t think I will ever get enough of this amazing man.

  THE PAST, GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

  ETHAN

  God, taking it to the next step with Sienna was mesmerizing. My feelings are growing, and everything is progressing nicely. So far, so good.

  So, when I have a dream about Audrey, it takes me by surprise.

  I wake covered in sweat. My heartbeat is frantic, and my memories are so vivid and real.

  I can still see Audrey’s face.

  She was so beautiful, a classic.

  The love of my life. We had our life together all mapped out, so many plans to travel, buy a house, and of course, have children.

  Our romance was like a fairy tale; we met through the local gym where we both exercised after work and shared treadmills next to each other a few times.

  I took the risk and asked her out. Thank god she was single, and her voice was just as heavenly as her face. We had eighteen magical months together.

  Then tragically she became the victim of a terrible hit and run.

  We had plans for dinner, and my apartment was close to the city, so we walked the few blocks to our favorite sushi restaurant.

  We were hand in hand until I ran ahead to surprise her with a bunch of flowers. They were beautiful purple lilies, her favorite, so I just had to get them.

  “Thank you,” I told the florist, but when I turned back, she wasn’t there.

  “Audrey,” I called, looking around, unsure where she had gone. Maybe she st
opped to look in a window. I always teased her about being a daydreamer.

  I notice a group of people gathering farther down the street. What the hell is going on?

  I scurry to the crowd where I find my gorgeous fiancée, Audrey, lying on the curb with blood on her head, looking fragile and lifeless.

  “Audrey,” I scream louder than I ever knew I could.

  I rush to her side and immediately grab her hand.

  “Oh my god.” I stroke her face. She’s not moving, and her eyes are closed.

  “I’m a doctor.” A man in a suit runs over and searches her hand for a pulse.

  I literally can’t move. I’m in shock. She was right behind me.

  “Are you her husband?” he asks me.

  “It’s not your fault,” he reassures me as he uses his cell to call what I assume is for an ambulance.

  “What is your name?” he asks.

  “Ethan,” I manage to stutter.

  “Okay Ethan, she is in critical condition. There is blood coming from her ears, which could be from a fractured skull, and her pulse is weak. She needs emergency surgery, and the ambulance is on its way,” the doctor tells me. It’s not good, but the ambulance is coming.

  I nod again. Help is coming.

  “Did you hear that, Audrey? Help is coming, baby,” I whisper to her, then kiss her cheek.

  She had said yes to my marriage proposal two months earlier at her favorite spot. We were having a picnic at the lake. Not a cloud in the sky, the swans were swimming by with their three babies, and my plan was magical.

  She said yes without hesitation.

  Before I met Audrey, I was a roamer and had no plans to settle down.

  I didn’t see a point in being a one-woman man, not when I could get screwed over again. I could have the best of both worlds, or so I thought.

  But Audrey changed me. Like a shining light on my dark life, she was worth the risk of heartbreak. We instantly clicked, and I stopped the drinking, the other women, and the partying. She calmed me and saved me, my ultimate savior and soul mate.

  I never understood why God took her from me. I don’t get why good things have bad results.