The Alpha Male Romance Boxed Set

by Terry Towers

  "Perhaps... So how old are you. Thirty? Thirty-five?"

  Scott chuckled as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto a plain wooden chair by the door. Under his jacket he wore a plain black t-shirt that stretched across his massive chest and faded blue jeans. Again, she couldn't help the tremor of desire rush through her looking at him, or the heat forming between her legs.

  "It wasn't an insult, I was just curious." He touched a strand of her hair and let it run between his fingers. "Cheerleader in high school, I bet."

  "Class bully I bet," she countered, half angry at the fact that at the age of twenty-one she looked the part of a teenager to him.

  Scott laughed outright. "I just turned thirty, and no, actually I was the school nerd. Got stuffed into a locker more times than I can count to be honest."

  His arm grazed her left breast, as he walked past her and into the kitchen. A small electric jolt shot through her and she growled at herself in response. Damn him! "I seriously doubt that," she replied, following him across the room.

  Shrugging, Scott opened the cabinet above the single sink. "I was in the chess club and a D&D enthusiast. But believe what you want... doesn't matter either way to me." Pulling out the flour jar he removed the lid, reached in and pulled out a key. Setting the jar on the counter, he reached back into the overhead cabinet and grabbed a bottle of vodka, twisted the cover from it and took a deep swig.

  He walked over to her and passed the bottle to her. "Here take a drink or two; it'll take the edge off."

  Lily accepted the bottle and looked down at the vodka a little uncertain about whether - given the circumstances - drinking would be such a great idea. Fuck it! She shrugged and tipped the bottle up, taking a long swig. The liquid burned as it raced down her throat, making her cringe and choke slightly as Scott looked on with amusement in his green eyes.

  Deciding that perhaps drinking straight vodka wasn't her 'thing', Lily set the bottle on the small two person kitchen table and watched as Scott strode over to a large square ‘home sweet home’ mat just inside the front door. He pulled it up, slipped his finger into a knot hole in one of the planks and gave it a yank. A trap door of roughly four square feet opened to reveal a metal safe. He inserted the key in the safe and gave the handle a jerk, opening it to reveal a large black duffle bag and a laptop.

  "Do you know how to use a gun?" he asked, removing the laptop and then grabbing the handles of the bag and also pulling it up out of the hole.

  Lily shook her head. When he looked up at her with an eyebrow arched she realized she hadn't actually spoken her answer. Clearing her throat she replied, "No. But I can't. I…"

  Scott's expression softened as if it was finally hitting him how overwhelming the situation was for her, "I'm going to teach you." Unzipping the bag, he pulled out a pistol and a large, scary-looking gun, and placed them on the floor beside him, with some ammunition.

  "But…"

  "Not tonight, I'll teach you in the morning." Zipping the bag he tossed it, along with the numerous guns still remaining in it, back into the safe and closed up the hatch, placing the mat back where it had been. Gathering up the guns he nodded to the laptop, will you bring that over and put it on the coffee table for me.

  "Ummm. Sure." She picked up the computer, feeling secretly relieved that he hadn’t asked her to carry the guns and followed him into the living room where she placed it on the coffee table in front of him as he sat down on the futon.

  Flipping open the laptop, he plugged it into the charge that was already inserted into the wall outlet and turned it on. While he waited for it to start up, he set to work inspecting and loading the guns he'd grabbed from his safe as Lily looked on in awe. The way he handled the guns, with such familiarity and ease, both frightened her and gave her a feeling of security.

  "You need to learn how to handle a gun, just in case," he explained passing the pistol over to her, which she hesitated to take. "The safety is on. It's safe for you to handle."

  Taking the gun from him, she examined it, turning it over in her hands, inspecting every nook and cranny. She examined the muzzle, taking note of the manufacturer's stamp.

  "That is the gun I'll be giving you. It's a semi-automatic pistol." Scott watched her intently as she examined the gun.

  After finishing her inspection of the firearm, she gingerly passed it back to him. "I couldn't kill anyone, Scott. It would be of no use to me even if I did know how to use it."

  Scott reached over and patted her knee, but this time she didn't pull away from his touch. After everything that had transpired, she suddenly felt as though she needed the contact; the reassurance that whatever mess she'd wound up getting herself involved in wasn't going to last forever. She needed reassurance that the stranger sitting beside her would make things better.

  She caught his eye; the cool indifference that had been in them so far had warmed slightly and there was an underlying hunger in them. All of the craziness of the night's events seemed to wash away as her eyes lowered to his lips, and she wondered what they would feel like against hers. How would his strong arms feel wrapped around her, drawing her body against his?

  She unconsciously ran her tongue along her bottom lip, drawing his eyes to her soft lips. He leaned in slightly; she was certain he was going to attempt to kiss her and she suddenly wanted him to.

  He leaned closer, and just as his lips were about to brush across hers, a beep sounded from the computer. Scott jumped back, cleared his throat and refocused his attention on the screen before him.

  "While I'm doing this, you should run into the bathroom and put some peroxide on your cheek. It's just a surface wound, but you can't be too safe."

  Lily touched her left cheek, and was surprised she'd forgotten about it. However, with his mentioning it, the area began to throb. Standing she made her way to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She opened the medicine cabinet above the pedestal sink and found the peroxide and cotton balls. Closing the cabinet back up, she peered at herself in the mirror. The wound didn't look too bad, some blood, but it was more of a scrape than anything.

  She gingerly cleaned the blood off her cheek easily enough with a cotton ball and peroxide, but what disturbed her most was how horrid she looked. She looked exhausted. Her hair, which usually shone, looked dull and her eyes had dark circles under them. "Damn, no wonder he didn't kiss me," she grumbled.

  Tossing the bloody cotton ball in the waste basket beside the sink, she went into the kitchen and grabbed her hairbrush from her purse. The least she figured she could do was run a comb through her hair.

  Once she was satisfied her hair was tangle free she tossed the brush back into her purse and strolled back into the kitchen just as Scott was shutting the computer down. Digging into her purse once more, she pulled out her mobile phone, but as suspected, there was no signal so she tossed it back into her bag. "Does your computer get an internet signal out here?" She'd doubted it, but could have sworn she'd seen his laptop hook up to a signal.

  Leaning forward, his elbows on his knees he peered over at her. "Generally, no. We're off the grid, but my laptop is set up a little differently."

  Set up a little differently? She chewed at her bottom lip as she eyed the computer and then moved her gaze back up to meet his. She was temped to press him about it, but she was frankly too tired and doubted he'd give her the details. Not that she'd understand the details anyhow, she never was one for wrapping her head around 'teckie' stuff.

  "You’ll find some old clothes of mine in the dresser if you want to change into something more comfortable. You can have the bed; I'll stay out here on the futon."

  Lily sighed. She was exhausted, but she doubted she'd be able to sleep, though her body demanded she try. "Alright. Thank you, Scott."

  Chapter 3

  Scott grabbed a pillow and blanket from the bedroom closet, stripped down to his boxer briefs and laid on the futon in the living room. The curtains on the few windows of the cabin were thick, but he could alread
y see the hint of morning peeping through. He wasn't in the least bit tired, but hoped to get at least a few minutes of sleep, before Lily awoke.

  Part of the reason for his restlessness was due to the fact that, at any moment, the alarm he had set up around the perimeter of the cabin could be tripped by unwanted company - it wasn't likely, but it was possible. Now that 'professionals' were in the game, things just got a lot more dangerous. The other reason was because he couldn't get his mind off the young woman from the coffee shop.

  All things considered she'd handled herself as well as anyone could expect, so he had to admire her for that. However, he'd heard her sniffling in the bedroom for some time before she fell asleep, which had made him long to go to her. He'd ached to cradle her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay.

  He didn't even want to think about how hot she'd looked in the boxers and undershirt she'd grabbed from his dresser, he couldn't get the image of her out of his mind. The way the boxers hung low on her curvy hips and the way the shirt clung to her naked breasts, her nipples tight and straining against the cotton, it had given him one of the worst hard-ons of his life.

  Once she was in the bedroom and snuggled under the blankets he had come back out to the futon and rubbed one off. It helped - slightly. Though knowing she was on the other side of the wall, combined with the fact he hadn't had sex in nearly three years, was like putting cocaine within reach of a drug addict.

  Scott had just begun to nod off when her screams jarred him awake. Within seconds he was in the bedroom and at her side with the pistol in hand. Scanning the bedroom, he realized it was not an intruder, but a dream that had awoken her. He sat on the bed beside her trembling body and stroked her silken hair; the strands were as smooth as satin running through his fingertips.

  "I... I'm scared." she admitted weakly, "What if they find us?" She looked up at him, with her big blue eyes teary and his heart ached for her. "Could I ask you a favor?"

  Scott shrugged. "Sure."

  "Will you stay with me?"

  "But Lily... I…" He squirmed uncomfortably as his cock began to rise at the thought of lying next to her soft body and of having her generous breasts pressed against him.

  "Please." She pulled back the covers and patted the empty space beside her on the double bed. "I’d feel safer if you were next to me."

  His conscience reminded him of how dangerous the situation could be. He couldn't get involved with her in any way. Getting involved with her would mean he'd be linking her life to his and no woman deserved to be involved with him - at least not at this current point in his life.

  But maybe she just needed comfort. Or maybe just sex. Nothing more, just a good fucking and a warm body to curl up to. His eyes caught hers and he knew instantly she wasn't the type of girl that you could just have sex with and not get emotionally attached to. Getting into bed with her, even with good intentions, was not a sensible idea.

  Scott sighed loudly and ran a shaky hand through his short brown hair. Then again, how could he refuse her request after dragging her into his mess? "Alright." Setting the pistol on the night table he slid under the covers and settled on his back.

  Lily immediately cuddled next to his side, placing her head on his shoulder, and draping a leg across his thighs. He closed his eyes and tried to calm the storm of sexual energy building within him, but she felt so soft and the lavender smell of her shampoo, mixed with the faint smell of coffee assaulted his nostrils. Coffee and lavender wasn't the best of combinations, but it seemed to work on her.

  "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you." When she didn't respond, he hooked his index finger under her chin and tilted her eyes up to meet his. "I've kept you alive so far haven't I?" he teased, hoping to see a smile form on her full, pouty lips.

  A soft chuckle came from her as she relaxed slightly against him. Her leg moved up on his thighs and he inhaled sharply as her thigh brushed against the base of his cock. Lily froze next to him. She had discovered his erection under his boxer briefs. It hadn't been noticeable because of the darkened room, but she noticed it now.

  She turned in his arms, crossing her arms over his chest and looking deep into his eyes. Her eyes held his for a moment, before dropping to his lips. A quarter of an inch separated their lips, causing a craving within him to taste her.

  He didn't have to wait long... To his surprise she lowered her lips to his, sending his body into a frenzy for her.

  His first instinct was to grab hold of her and pull her up onto him, straddling his waist, but he restrained himself. But damn, it was a hard thing to do. Her lips parted in a soft sigh and he took it as an invitation to slip his tongue past her lips and teeth in exploration of her mouth.

  She rubbed her body against his, her groin rubbing roughly against his hip. He longed to slip his hand down the front of her boxers, and see if she was even close to being as horny for him as he was for her, but instead he slipped his fingers into her long locks, fisting them and pulled her mouth down harder on his, deepening the kiss.

  Lily ran her hand along the smooth contour of his chest and the muscles rippled under her feather light, teasing touch. A moan escaped her lips as she pulled hers away from his and began to place a line of sweet kisses and teasing flicks of her tongue down the side of his neck.

  Scott gently pushed her back against the mattress, his hand sliding up under her shirt and cupping her breast. Her nipple tightened as his thumb grazed it and another soft moan escaped her. Her back arched, at his touch and she gripped tightly to his shoulders, urging his mouth to her breast.

  Pushing the white cotton shirt up, he exposed her soft globes, with large pink nipples, begging to be sucked. He hesitated for a moment, catching her gaze and waiting to see if she was going to object. When he received no resistance, he captured the first already tight nipple in his mouth. His tongue circled and teased it, while his hand cupped and massaged the other rolling her nipple between his fingertips.

  Her breasts were magnificent, and only increased his need to see and feel more of her silky ivory skin. He'd never felt skin so soft. As he continued his torment of her breasts, she moaned, and her hips began to rock. Letting her nipple slip from his lips, he grabbed the hem of the t-shirt pulling it up and over her head, and tossing it to the floor.

  "Your skin is so soft," he groaned, as his eyes roamed her naked torso and chest. He lowered his mouth to her collarbone and kissed his way to the side of her neck. "And you smell so good." His cock was so hard it was beginning to ache with his need for her.

  It was bad enough for him when he was out on the futon, thinking of her, but to actually touch and taste the flesh that had him hard for the past several hours, was nothing short of torture to him. "Tell me what you want, Lily," he groaned capturing her lips once more.

  She didn't reply verbally, but her hand began to slowly move down his chest, over his rock hard abs and then, slipped under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He grunted, jerked his mouth from hers and stared down into her desire-filled eyes, as she grasped his cock in her dainty hand and began to stroke him, her thumb swiped over the head, spreading the pre-cum across the surface of it.

  Following her lead, his hand slid down her stomach, under the waistband of her boxers, and palmed her bare mound. His finger slipped along her already soaked slit, longing for it to be his cock that was sliding between those soft, moist folds.

  Lily moaned and bucked against his hand, as he slid two fingers deep into her core. She arched her back and closing her eyes, he watched the expression of pure pleasure settle on her features. Her soft hand continued stroking his cock in quick, fluid motions, and was bringing him to his breaking point way too quickly for his liking.

  Sitting up, and reluctantly removing himself from her grasp, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her boxers, pulled them over her hips, down her legs and tossed them to the floor, exposing her bare pussy to him.

  Lily's eyes opened, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked dow
n at him, breasts jiggling slightly from her movements. She yelped when he slid from the bed, grabbed her legs, slipped them over his shoulders, and pulled her to the edge of the bed so her delicious pussy was fully exposed to him.

  Beginning at her right knee, he began to trail feather-light kisses along her inner thigh, slowly, taking his time and enjoying the soft moans coming from her, which became louder and more frequent the closer he came to the apex between her legs.

  "You're such a tease, Scott," she gasped when he reached his destination. Scott slipped two fingers between her folds and spread them wide, exposing her swollen clit and her pink pussy. The entrance looked so inviting, for a moment he struggled with the conflict of deciding which he wanted more, to taste her and have her come in his mouth, or to feel that tight, juicy pussy gripping his cock.

  He opted for the first option, hoping that he could calm himself down enough so that when he took her, he didn’t squirt his load within a couple of minutes. Lowering his mouth to her clit he flicked his tongue across it, and then smiled as she whimpered and thrust her hips up against his mouth, demanding more.

  He lowered his mouth to her clit a second time, his tongue circling the swollen nub, before wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. As his lips and tongue continued their torture of her clit, he dipped his fingers into her inviting pussy.

  The taste of her pussy, the feel of her muscles clenching around his fingers, along with the soft noises that she was uttering were bringing him even closer to the brink than when her hand was pumping him. Lifting his eyes, he watched her body gyrate on the bed, her tiny fists gripping the sheets beneath her.

  Scott removed his hand from her moist core and buried his face between her legs, his tongue probed her hole and she cried out his name. With a grin touching his lips, his tongue began its exploration of her pussy in earnest, thrusting in and out of her as though it was his cock. Taking pleasure at the noises coming from her, his free hand began to stroke himself.