Alphas of Sin

by Anthology

  I release her quickly, gripping her hand and leading her over to my bike. I hand her a helmet and she climbs on. She’s sitting up front like she is gonna drive. “You need to move back, babe.”

  She looks at me, arching her eyebrow at me. “Then you wouldn’t know where to take me.”

  I put my hands under her arms, lifting her off my bike and pulling her against me again. “Then you can tell me where to take you. I don’t know what kind of pussies you’ve had in the past, but it ain’t me. I drive my bike. You tell me where to go. Then I’ll blow your fucking mind.”

  “Deal.” She smiles at me before her hand reaches down and grabs my dick through my jeans.

  Sure I’m used to not having to try hard to get laid, but this girl has a fire in her that I’ve never seen before.

  Where the hell has this woman been hiding?

  We climb on my bike and I pull out of the lot. “Johnson’s Lake,” she whispers in my ear, her tongue darting out and licking a line down my neck. I look back, making sure she pulled the helmet on before I race out of the parking lot. I speed up, needing to be off this bike and deep into her. Her one hand grips my belt as the other skims back and forth over my dick. Teasing me with her long nails, she circles my tip and I push the engine even more.

  This woman is the devil wrapped in the sweetest fucking package imaginable.

  CHAPTER 2

  Nikki

  Each time I feel the bike speed up I can’t help but smile. His body tenses against mine. He is exactly what I needed.

  An escape.

  My mind tries to drift back to reality but I refuse to let it; tonight isn’t about real life. It’s not about my future; it’s not about anything but pleasure, excitement, and freedom.

  Freedom.

  It’s a word so many people take for granted. You walk around each day not even realizing the gift you have to choose your own actions.

  As we speed down the highway I feel untouchable. With the wind blowing I feel like I could fly, like a bird free to go wherever I please. I tighten my thighs around him as I release my arms. I raise them above my head; I know it’s dangerous.

  I don’t care.

  Each of my arms is quickly pulled down to his waist, one by one. I’m sure he thinks I’m crazy, but that’s fine. He can think whatever he wants about me. I just need him to help me forget tonight. After that I’ll never see him again and he will tell stories of the crazy woman he picked up at the bar. Me, I’ll hold onto this night as the last time I was myself.

  The bike starts to slow and when I look, I can see the beach. It’s gorgeous during the day, and it’s always been a fantasy of mine to come here at night. I want to be here tonight. I want this to be the place that I lose myself one more time.

  The engine cuts off and I climb off the bike, running over to the guardrails separating the sidewalk and beach. I stand on the rail looking over it at the ocean, amazed at how peaceful everything looks.

  I can feel him behind me without even looking. He has a presence about him. As much as he reminds me of everything I hate, I want him so damn bad. I turn and sit on the top rail, arching an eyebrow at him. “So, care for a swim?”

  His eyes go wide. “Now? It’s not exactly summer. That shit is probably cold.”

  I can’t help but smile at him. “Aw, scared of a little shrinkage?” I wink at him before jumping off the rail and standing close to him. “Follow if you dare.” I let my hand skim over his dick once more. My shrinkage comment was just to piss him off because I can tell the man is huge to the point that it’s kind of intimidating.

  His eyes darken and I turn quickly, running toward the water. When I get to the edge I lift my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra. I don’t need to turn to see if he’s followed me because I can hear his sharp intake of breath as my clothes hit the sand. Popping the button on my jeans I slowly slide them down, taking my lace boy shorts with them. I step out of the pants and my combat boots before turning to look at him once more. His eyes are ablaze with a fire. I blow him a quick kiss before kicking water at him, laughing at his shocked expression, and running into the water.

  It’s definitely not ideal swimming temperature but I don’t care. I sink under an approaching wave, enjoying the calmness of the empty sea. I yelp in surprise when his arms grip my hips.

  “You’re out of your fucking mind.” His deep voice growls in my ear, making the hairs on my neck stand on end.

  He spins me to face his dark brown eyes, soaking in every inch of skin he can. I wrap my arms around his neck, jumping a little before putting my legs around his waist.

  “Yeah well, being sane is boring.” I kiss him and he grips my ass, pulling me even closer. He is right at my entrance and I’m throbbing at the prospect of having him. “Please tell me you wrapped it up before you came out here. If not, it’s a long walk back to shore.”

  His mouth kisses my neck before roughly biting the skin on my collarbone. “I came out here more than ready to sink into your pussy.”

  My body shivers. “Now. I want it now.”

  His one hand reaches up to tangle in my hair. “You’re real fuckin’ bossy, you know that?”

  I reach down between us, grabbing his dick. “Yeah and you talk too much.” I move back a bit before I push him into me.

  A strangled groan comes from his mouth. I place my hands on his shoulders, thanking God for the Pilates classes I’ve been taking. I start to lift myself up and down him slowly. Each time letting myself fully sink down onto him. I swear it feels like he might break through me. I can’t help but moan when he is all the way in.

  He starts to move me faster, his fingers digging into my ass, sliding me up and down him. His mouth opens, taking one of my nipples into it. He doesn’t let go, so each time I move up and down he’s pulling on it. I can feel myself start to tighten. It’s been so long since I had a man, especially one that knew what he was doing.

  When he bites my nipple, I cry out, feeling the orgasm rocking through me. My thighs tighten around him as he continues to drive into me, prolonging the waves. After a couple minutes he tenses, “Fuck.”

  I rest my forehead against his, trying to catch my breath. This guy would be fun to keep around, if only that was a possibility.

  I untangle my hands from his neck and climb off of him. “You did good.” I pat him on the chest before walking back to the shore. I turn quickly, hoping that I can hide the fact that this encounter has affected me more than I wanted it to. Sure, it was just sex, but being close to him I felt a pull. He sparks my curiosity in a way that is telling me to run far and fast.

  When I reach my clothes I pout; this will be difficult. Luckily this beach is deserted at this time of the night. I could barely get these damn pants on when I was at home. I start with my shirt and bra knowing they will be easiest, then throw my hair into a messy bun with the hair tie I always keep around my wrist.

  He’s back.

  I can sense him.

  I feel him looking at me.

  I reach for my jeans praying that I don’t look crazy trying to get them on. I’ve done a good job tonight keeping up this persona. It isn’t easy but I finally get my jeans on, and when I turn to face him he’s completely dressed. I can’t help but shake my head; it’s always so much easier for men. His arms are crossed over his chest and his head is tilted to the side as he looks at me.

  I laugh. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

  “Don’t tempt me.” He steps toward me. His one hand grips my hair as he holds my face close to his. “I want more.” The way he is dominating me would usually make me want to kick him in the balls, but for some reason I find it sexy. I find myself wanting to go home with him, find out what makes him tick.

  That can’t happen. “No.”

  “See, you might be saying no with your mouth, but every other part of your sinful body is screaming yes.” He pulls me closer to him. He’s right. I want him.

  Get ahold of yourself Nikki.

  “Sorry, b
uddy.” I pull away from him. “Thanks for a good time.”

  I walk back to the sidewalk, stopping quickly once I see the flashing lights.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” His voice sounds from behind me.

  The cops.

  CHAPTER 3

  Twisted

  When I see the damn red and blue flashing lights, I can’t believe my shitty luck. I was just about to convince firecracker that she had no choice but to come home with me and let me give her at least three more orgasms. The woman is like a damn drug. I just had her and I’m already craving more.

  “Y’all are trespassing right now.” The asshole looks me over, his eyes zeroing in on my cut. The cops around here have always had it out for us, but that’s just ’cause they can never pin shit on us.

  “Really, ’cause God made the beach and he came to me in a dream last night and told me I was allowed to be here.” Her voice is smooth and cocky as she looks at the two cops standing in front of us. My head snaps over at her; if ever there was a time to tape her damn mouth shut I feel like it should be now.

  “You gettin’ smart with us?” The young one walks closer to her. His eyes look her up and down and the longer they stay glued to her body the more pissed off I get.

  “I mean, I’m not trying to, but I don’t feel like I’d need to try that hard either. I mean, what are the requirements for Dudley Do-Right School? Knowing how to stand with your hands on your hips and bust people’s asses for no reason?” She mocks his stance and laughs as their faces twist in anger.

  “That’s it.” He reaches for his cuffs. “You have the right to remain silent…” he rattles off the Miranda rights to her as he fumbles with his cuffs behind her. This one must be brand new.

  “Ya know, if you knew how to work those cuffs you might have a ring on your finger by now.” Holy shit. I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

  The older cop walks closer to me. He stands in front of me as if he thinks I should be intimidated by him. “Somethin’ funny, son?”

  I stand up taller letting him know his badge doesn’t intimidate me. “I ain’t your son.” My voice is hard. I don’t deal well with assholes like this.

  He grabs his cuffs off his belt. Fuck. He starts to rattle off the Miranda rights to me as they walk us both to the car. They sit her in the back seat but leave the door open; I’m standing at the back of the car as they wait for backup to come and pick me up.

  “Hey officer, you got a smoke?” She looks at the young one she’s been picking on. This girl is relentless, hysterical, fearless, and really fucking stupid.

  “No, I don’t smoke, ma’am, and neither should you. It ain’t no good for ya.” The good ol’ country boy actually smiles at her as if he is going to make a crack in her icy heart.

  “I don’t usually smoke but they say cigarettes are appropriate after you have really good sex. What do you think?” She winks at me through the back window.

  The officer’s entire face is beet red. “I uh-I…”

  “Aw Dudley, you a virgin?” She cocks her head to the side.

  The cop walks away but his presence is quickly replaced by the older one who tried to get in my face. “Listen here, girl, you best shut your mouth.” He’s close to her, too close for comfort.

  “Back off,” I say, and his eyes glare at me.

  “I ain’t scared of you, biker. Now you and your slut can sit here, shut up, and wait to be brought to the station.” He walks to the front seat, talking into his radio.

  I glance over at her and for a second I see a flash of pain cross her face, before it’s quickly replaced by indifference. “Your mother’s a damn slut,” she mumbles under her breath.

  I hold my breath, praying he didn’t hear her. He seems like the kind to try and get tough and there is no way I’ll let him touch her. Luckily he doesn’t make any move to show he heard. I shake my head as I look at her. “You’re fucking crazy.”

  “You love it.” She smiles at me before lying down on the seat and disappearing from my sight.

  She couldn’t be more right.

  The second car finally comes and they put her into that one. I think she traumatized the young cop enough that he wanted her gone. I look for her at the precinct as I suffer through the process of being booked on charges of trespassing. I don’t see her, and an unexpected and unwelcome spike of worry shoots through me. The holding cells are pretty full due to some huge drunken fight that had broken out in town, so they decide not to hold me, much to the irritation of the officers who brought me in. They slap me with a fine and I tell the officer I’m taking care of mine and I’m paying for the girl that came in with me too.

  I called Shooter, my president, from the station. He was pissed that I’d gotten taken in but agreed to have one of the prospects go get my bike and bring it here. I wait outside the station for over a half an hour before she finally comes walking out. I don’t know why they kept her so much longer than me. I’m sitting on my bike and she walks up to me.

  “You just can’t help playing white knight, huh?” Her hands are resting on her hips as she looks at me.

  I stand up from my bike, pulling her against me. “You can’t just say thank you, can you?”

  “Thanks, for the fine and the sex.” She pulls away from me and starts to walk down the street. It’s three in the morning and there is no way I’m letting her just walk the streets looking for a cab.

  “Let me take you home,” I call out after her.

  “That would be a terrible idea,” she calls out over her shoulder.

  “Let me take you to my house.” I want her again. I usually have a thing about not taking chicks home. If you go to their houses then you don’t have to worry about kicking them out. I don’t see that being a problem with this one though.

  “That’s an even worse idea.” She stops walking and calls over her shoulder flashing me a smile.

  I take a few steps toward her. “You know that you’re going to say yes so let’s just save us both time.”

  She pauses and turns to face me. “And why would I do that?”

  I close the distance between us. “So I could fulfill some things I said to you earlier. I believe I said I’d make you beg for my cock.”

  She laughs. “Baby, I don’t beg for shit.”

  “Is that a challenge?” I yank her against me.

  “Yes.” Her eyes light up with excitement.

  I pull her to my bike.

  “Challenge accepted.”

  CHAPTER 4

  Nikki

  When I open my eyes, I’m completely disoriented. I sit up panicking for a minute before last night comes back to me. I went home with him. As much as I’d like to say it was a mistake, it was the best night of my life. The man is a damn god. I can hear the shower running and realize this is my chance to leave without any awkwardness. Without him asking me any questions that I can’t or won’t answer.

  Last night was exactly what I needed it to be, an escape. I’m sure my dad has been blowing up my phone. I turned it off, refusing to have him or anyone else ruining my night. However, given what I pulled last night, I also know that he has his hands full right now. I slide my jeans on before I put on my bra and shirt. As quietly as I can, I pad down the steps. I can’t help but silently laugh to myself as I try to sneak out of his house. From what I could tell, he is probably the one leaving the girls before they wake up in the morning.

  I slide my boots on, grab my purse, and reach for the doorknob. “Leaving so soon?”

  I freeze. Damn, almost in the clear. I turn to see him standing there in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, his hair still wet from the shower. “Yeah, figured we could avoid this.” I wave my hand between the two of us.

  He walks to me until he is right in front of me. “How is it possible I still don’t even know your name?”

  “Maybe you don’t need it.” I look away from him. This isn’t how last night was supposed to go.

  “Oh I need it.” He steps closer, backin
g me against his door. “I need your name. I need that smart-ass mouth. I need your body.” His head dips as he kisses me. I fight him at first but he has me trapped and after a minute I give in. I let him consume me, his tongue entangling with mine. He pulls away sharply. “What’s your name?”

  “Nikki.” Stupid.

  He smiles at me. “Now was that so hard? You gonna ask me mine?”

  “Don’t need to, it’s on your cut. I need to go.” I try to move but his frame is solid.

  He shakes his head no. “I have never met a woman so batshit crazy in my life. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I ain’t letting you run away, firecracker. We are gonna have a lot of fun together.”

  Panic rises in me. I can’t have this. I roughly push him off of me, catching him off guard. “I am not going to be your girl, your whore, your old lady, or any other damn term you’re trying to attach to me. Last night was supposed to be a onetime thing.”

  His eyes narrow at me as if he is intrigued. “What do you know about MCs?”

  Shit. “Hello, everyone watches Sons of Anarchy.” Buy it.

  “Well, I ain’t looking for an old lady. Never have, never intend to. What I do want is more of your sexy ass. I want to have you, no strings, just like you wanted last night.” His eyes hold mine.

  I need to tell him no. There is no way I can make this work. Eventually everything will implode and I’ll be left standing in the dust, broken. “Yes.” Fucking idiot.

  His phone rings and he reaches in his pocket to answer it, walking out of the room. I sit on one of the kitchen chairs. What the hell did I just do?

  You did something for you. For the first time in years.

  Yeah, but at what cost?

  “I need to head to my clubhouse real quick. You gotta be hungry. Come with me and we’ll grab lunch after.” He grabs his cut off of the couch, slipping it on.

  “No. I can’t.” I don’t look over at him.

  When he walks over to me, my heart starts to beat faster. “I wasn’t asking. I’m takin’ you to lunch.” His fingers grip my chin. “You’re gonna find out, firecracker, that I get what I want, and right now it’s you.”