Hers

by Becca Jameson

  Life was about to get very interesting.

  Gage Holland was hers in every way. And she was one lucky woman.

  About the Author

  Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, GA, with her husband and two kids. After years of editing, she is now a full-time author. With over 25 best-selling books written, she has dabbled in a variety of genres, ranging from paranormal to contemporary to BDSM. She loves chatting with fans, so feel free to contact her through email, Facebook, or her website.

  …where Alphas dominate…

  www.beccajameson.com

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  of book five in this series, Want.

  Prologue

  Sabrina could not tolerate another minute of the intense scrutiny coming from across the room. She glanced up from her uneaten slice of pizza to verify that Professor Bascott was indeed still glaring at her. His expression was hard, his brow furrowed as though he was aggravated.

  A chill raced up her spine, not for the first time.

  Why was the infuriating man staring at her?

  She shivered and squirmed in her seat, narrowing her gaze at Dr. Bascott. Something was different about the way he stared at her today, his expression more intense than she remembered. If she didn’t know better, she would swear he looked like he wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her in the middle of the restaurant.

  No way.

  She shook the feeling from her mind and glanced at her friends.

  Her friend Dana continued to yap about some sort of office gossip that meant nothing to Sabrina. Thank God Dana had a willing audience in their other two girlfriends at the table, because Sabrina had done little for the last half hour but monitor the gaze stabbing her from several tables away.

  Dr. Bascott had been the bane of her existence for the entire spring semester. The man was unbelievably sexy with fantastic dark hair—shaved very short on the sides and left longer on top—and stunning blue eyes that could nail a woman to the wall and leave her speechless. He was fine to look at all right. Better than fine. He was built, his enormous chest bulging beneath every shirt he wore and his ass a drool-worthy specimen half the student population ogled without apology—the female half. Or, truth be told, probably some of the male half also.

  One literature class. That was all she’d taken at the university. It had been over for two months. She’d finally managed to get Dr. Bascott out of her head—sort of. And here he was at King Pizza, a favorite restaurant and bar among everyone she’d ever met.

  Fuck.

  Another glance.

  Still he stared. Or glared. She couldn’t decide which.

  And she wasn’t certain his look wasn’t one of lust instead of aggravation.

  No way.

  Dr. Bascott also sat at a table of friends, most of whom looked like they must go to the same gym as him—or take the same steroids at least. All of whom appeared considerably younger.

  She hated how badly she lusted after him. She’d hated it all semester. And she still hated it, sitting in her chair squirming against the pulsing of her pussy and the tightness of breasts that suddenly felt too large for her bra.

  The problem was the man was a first-class asshole. He’d done little more than grunt at her like she had the plague for the entire semester. And by the looks of things, he didn’t think any more highly of her now than he had then. Right?

  Nothing she wrote pleased him. Nothing she said in class pleased him. Hell, she couldn’t even please him with correct multiple choice questions.

  She cleared her throat and pushed back from the table. “Bathroom. Be right back.” She took a deep breath as she walked from the room to the side hall, holding her head high and trying not to trip and fall.

  She didn’t exhale until she had sequestered herself in the blessedly individual restroom and leaned against the door. She bent forward and set her hands on her knees, as though hyperventilating. She didn’t need to pee. She needed to regroup, grow a spine, or at least get the hell out of Dodge so she could resume another two months of waking up panting over that damned exasperating man.

  She moaned. That’s what was going to happen. Seeing him in her favorite pizza joint had not only ruined her taste for the food there, but also set her back in time.

  Unfortunately, she had forgotten to lock the door. It hadn’t been the first thing on her mind, especially since she had no intention of using the toilet. She jolted forward as someone opened the door, pushing hard as though it were stuck. Not shocking.

  Sabrina righted herself and grabbed for the handle, shocked to find a huge male body in her way, not a woman.

  She gasped as Dr. Bascott pushed the door closed and filled her space, stepping to her front and pinning her against the door. He stared at her hard for several seconds, his brow still furrowed.

  And then he smiled.

  Sabrina was unable to utter a single sound. That’s how shocked she was.

  Stunning her further, he set his hands on her shoulders and lowered his mouth to hers. He didn’t hesitate. He met her lips at a slight angle and kissed her. He wasn’t slow and gentle about it either. More like a starving man who had waited all evening for a taste and, finally getting his opportunity, ravaged her.

  Sabrina melted into the door. Dr. Bascott could kiss. Holy shit.

  She grabbed onto his biceps, forgetting entirely how pissed she had been two seconds ago with this very man. All thought fled her brain as his tongue slid between her lips, demanding entrance.

  She freely gave him what he wanted, opening her mouth and letting him devour her.

  He kissed with a high level of urgency, as though the world would self-destruct in a few minutes and they needed to hurry. And then he pressed into her, his hands wandering down from her shoulders to her waist. Without hesitation, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and broke the kiss to tug it over her head. He set it on the towel rack next to her and met her gaze.

  Sabrina hadn’t breathed since he’d entered the room. She licked her lips, but then he was on her again, this time cupping her breasts while he tasted her mouth.

  She moaned, and Dr. Bascott swallowed her sound. She could have sworn he smiled against her lips. Her breasts swelled as he squeezed them in his palms. When his thumbs tugged the cups of her bra down to flick over her nipples, she bucked into him.

  The only word she could think was more.

  After burning for this man for so many months, she needed him like she needed her next breath. Even if she was dreaming, she didn’t care. It was worth it. For a moment she considered that perhaps she had fallen and hit her head and this was where her mind took her while she lay unconscious on the floor.

  Totally worth it.

  Her nipples continued to harden under his touch as he pinched them between his thumbs and pointers. And then his hands were gone, and she moaned again, hating the loss of his touch against her breasts.

  But only for a second, because suddenly his huge fingers were at her jeans, popping the button and lowering the zipper. His lips trailed from her swollen mouth to nibble a path to her ear. “Stand still,” he whispered. “Patience.”

  She hadn’t realized she was squirming, wanting her jeans to disappear faster, needing his cock inside her.

  Insanity.

  She didn’t give a fuck.

  Insanity won.

  She pressed her hips forward when his thigh landed between her legs, rubbing her pussy against him, burning with arousal.

  Dr. Bascott set his teeth on the skin behind her ear and bit down, just enough to get her attention. “Stop.”

  She froze. Stop what?

  He leaned back and met her gaze, his hands on the opening of her jeans. His face was fierce with concentration, his brow furrowed as he reprimanded her. “If you want this… If you want my cock inside you, you’ll stop wiggling.”

  She held herself rigid, her nipples, pressing out of her bra awkwardly, pulsed with the need for more contact. Her pussy flooded at his demands. If she di
dn’t know better, she would swear he was a Dom. But that was so unrealistic…

  She had to be dreaming. Only in her dreams would her perfect man also happen to be a Dom. Real life was never that kind.

  She nodded, sucking her lower lip between her teeth.

  Without dropping her gaze, Dr. Bascott lowered her jeans, tugging them over her hips until he had to squat to pull them off her feet. She stepped out of her flip flops to help the process, and when he smoothed his hands back up her body from her calves to her thighs, she shivered.

  He lifted his face to meet her gaze as he pulled her panties down next. Her cheeks burned as she watched him stuff her panties in his back pocket. She was essentially naked in front of him. And he was fully clothed.

  And then his mouth was on hers again, her hands were lifted in the air above her head, and his thigh was between her legs, forcing them wider.

  The instant her soaking pussy and aching clit hit the denim of his jeans, she rose on her tiptoes and moaned louder into his mouth.

  Dr. Bascott pulled her lower lip between his teeth and nipped her enough to remind her of her role. Stand still. He didn’t need to repeat the command.

  The need was unbearable, but he didn’t make her wait long. Shifting both her wrists to one hand, he used the other to pop his own jean’s button and shimmy the pants down just enough to release his cock.

  She could see nothing with his tongue dancing against hers, but she felt his cock bob against her belly as he pulled something from his back pocket. Undoubtedly a condom.

  At least he had the sense to use one. In fact, with one free hand, he managed to open the wrapper and push the rubber down his cock, never breaking the kiss.

  The air whooshed from her lungs when both his hands reached under her arms to lift her off the ground. She’d read about such a possibility in books, but never considered fucking someone against the wall as a feasible reality.

  She’d been wrong. Dr. Bascott was tall and lean and muscular. It was clear he expended no effort hoisting her off the ground and forcing her to hover above his cock.

  “Please,” she mumbled. She was so wet and needy. She wasn’t above begging.

  “Ask for it.”

  “Please, Sir. I need your cock inside me.” She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin. She flinched when she realized she’d called him Sir.

  He made no indication he noticed. “That’s my girl.” As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust into her, lowering her body at the same time he bucked forward to bring his cock into her to the hilt.

  Sabrina inhaled sharply. So full. God, his cock was huge. And he knew how to use it. If only he would move…

  No one had ever fucked her like this. No one had ever entered her without preparing her pussy first. Hell, no one had ever taken her at all before she’d dated them for at least a month.

  This wasn’t a man she was dating. He wasn’t someone she even liked five minutes ago. And now his cock was buried in her, and all she could think about was how badly she wanted him to pick up the pace. So badly she almost missed the look on his face that attested to his lack of control.

  The always stoic Dr. Bascott was closer to orgasm than he would like.

  Just as quickly as he’d entered her, he lifted her up and let his cock slide out about halfway before thrusting back home.

  Sabrina whimpered. She gripped his shoulders so hard there would be marks. She didn’t care. She had never needed to come this badly in her life. “Please,” she begged.

  “Greedy girl,” he admonished. But he didn’t stop fucking her hard and fast against the bathroom door. Faster. Harder. Deeper. It seemed like he would split her in two. She willed him to do just that. Her orgasm was so close her vision blurred.

  Dr. Bascott cocked his hips forward slighting, making her clit rub against him with each stroke.

  That was all she needed. She tipped her head back. Her mouth fell open, but no sound came out. So close…

  “Come for me, baby.”

  She obeyed, her orgasm ripping through her body, pulsing with the pent-up need she’d carried for months.

  She moaned. One of his palms landed across her mouth as he released her hip. His cock remained buried deep inside her. “Shhh. Too loud, baby.”

  It took several deep breaths before she floated back down to Earth and realized he came at the same time she did. She’d been so engrossed in her own orgasm, she only caught the tail end of his pulsing cock inside her. That’s how violently her pussy had grasped him.

  She blinked and licked her lips as Dr. Bascott released her mouth and lifted her off his cock. He steadied her on the floor and then turned around to dispose of the condom.

  Without saying a word, he put her clothes back on her, straightening her bra and pulling her shirt over her head first, and then leaning down to tap her legs one at a time until he had her jeans back in place also. He kept her panties.

  Externally, she assumed she was back to rights. Internally, she was a hurricane. What the hell just happened?

  Dr. Bascott finally leaned into her against the door. He gripped her chin, kissed her thoroughly but briefly, and then eased her away from the door. Before she knew what happened, he was gone.

  Eyes wide, mouth open, she glanced around the room and met her gaze in the mirror. “Holy shit.” She turned on the facet and splashed cold water on her cheeks. She was barely composed, and definitely shaking, when she opened the bathroom door.

  Thank fuck no one stood outside the room waiting. She’d have died on the spot.

  The first place her gaze landed when she stepped back into the main room was Dr. Bascott’s table. He was gone. In fact, his entire party was gone. A family of six now occupied the space.

  Sabrina made her way back to her friends. Surprisingly, neither of them mentioned her prolonged absence. She was relieved there was no interrogation. The last thing she needed was the fifth degree. In fact, she grabbed her purse from the table without sitting.

  “You okay, Sabrina?” Dana asked.

  “Yeah. My stomach’s a little upset. I’m gonna go ahead and go.” Sabrina nodded toward the entrance, backing that way.

  “Oh. Okay. Well, get some rest. I’ll call you.”

  Sabrina turned and left without another word. She knew her minutes were numbered before she would break down in a shivering pile of tears.

  Because what happened in that restroom wasn’t a simple fuck against the door. Nope. It was a total act of domination, and Sabrina recognized she’d been in a sub space that was going to leave her in tears and then rung out before she could drive herself home.

  If she could just make it to her car…

  She walked out the front door, half expecting the man who had rocked her world to be standing in the parking lot. But her wish was not granted. Dr. Bascott was indeed gone.

  Whatever aftercare Sabrina needed, she was going to have to administer it to herself.

  *

  Angelica Hudson glared her own brand of dagger at the restroom door. She’d watched the play-by-play for the last hour. She saw how Professor Bascott looked at that bitch. She’d watched the exchange of looks until both parties were sequestered in the fucking restroom of King Pizza—fucking. She had no doubt.

  “That skanky-ass ho,” she mumbled under her breath as she watched Dr. Bascott exit the bathroom first, looking like nothing untoward had occurred. Instead of heading back into the main section of the restaurant, he turned the other direction and headed out the back door.

  It took a few more minutes for Sabrina to exit. She looked far worse than Dr. Bascott had.

  Angelica stiffened. Yep. They had definitely fucked like bunnies in the goddamn bathroom.

  After working her tail off to get Dr. Bascott to notice her for months, Angelica was pissed. That fucking bitch thinks she can waltz in here and bat her little eyes and lure him into her web?

  “Ang? Girl, where are you?”

  Angelica jerked her gaze back to her friend Renee a
nd forced a smile. “Right here.”

  “Nope. You’re about a hundred miles from here. And you look like you want to kill someone.” Renee twisted around to see what might be behind her.

  Nothing was there of course. Sabrina was walking toward the front door, looking like her legs would only hold her upright for a limited number of steps.

  Renee turned back and lifted her slice of pizza. “You haven’t eaten a bite yet,” she said around her full mouth, nodding at the entire pie on the table missing only the one piece Renee currently enjoyed. “You said you were starving.”

  Yeah, I was. Before that ho came in and sat down across the room as though she were a magnet for sexy older men.

  What the hell did Dr. Bascott see in her? She was small and skinny with no boobs to speak of.

  Angelica sat up straighter. Unlike me. She glanced down at herself. Women envied her body, and men lusted after it. She knew she had the entire package, all the right curves with huge boobs, full lips, and gorgeous long black hair. Why on earth Dr. Bascott preferred that bitch was beyond her. The woman didn’t even put forth any effort.

  Angelica, on the other hand, had worked that scene forever. She had no intention of accepting this development without a fight.

  She watched as Sabrina stopped outside the glass front of the restaurant and leaned against the window.

  “I have to go,” Angelica announced, standing.

  Renee’s mouth fell open. “Now? We haven’t even started.”

  “Yeah, I don’t feel so well.” She grabbed her stomach. “I’ll catch you later. Sorry.” Angelica reached into her purse, pulled out a few bills and laid them on the table next to Renee to cover her part of the meal.

  “Okay. Be careful. Hope you feel better,” Renee stammered at Angelica’s back as she walked away.

  Sabrina was climbing in her car when Angelica stepped outside. She drove a red Honda Accord with a bumper sticker on the back that read: Editors do it with punctuation!