Hale Series Boxed Set

by Marie James

  I’d hoped that Alexa was on the bed, reveling in the fuck of a lifetime, but the only things on the bed was rumpled sheets and haphazard pillows. I stop dead in my tracks. I can tell by the vibe in the room and the absence of energy that always surrounds Alexa that she has left.

  A momentary feeling of anger washed over me. I didn’t tell her to stay, but my dominate side bristles at her taking the liberty to do so herself. I wasn’t done with her and those amazing tits, and being bound by my no repeat rule, leaving me with the inability to chase her, infuriates me beyond reason.

  I finish toweling off and slip my boxers back on. A quick glance at the clock informs me that it’s three-thirty. I hadn’t planned on sleeping here, I usually leave the room for my conquest and return home, but since Alexa took that choice away from me, I decide to stay. I slink into the bed after straightening the blankets, sheets, and pillows. The bed smells like sex and Alexa. My cock hardens before I can give it a second thought. Pissed off, I flip onto my stomach, hoping the pressure of the mattress against my hard-on will help to deflate it.

  Chapter 9

  Alexa

  I roll over and groan. My body is extremely sore; my shoulders are tight and seem to have taken last night the worst. Squeezing my thighs together makes me smile and lick my lips when I feel the twinge of tenderness. I frown once again when I remember that the most magnificent cock I’ve ever encountered is attached to a man who’s adamant about one night only sex. Well in that case, I want to stay sore forever if only to keep the memory fresh in my head.

  Moping, I climb out of bed and head back into the shower. I hope the hot, steamy water helps to ease the tension that’s set in overnight. After fifteen minutes or so I begin to feel more human. I dress in yoga pants and a lose tee, grab my phone, and head out to the kitchen, sure that only coffee will return me to the living.

  I’m surprised to see Josie sitting at the kitchen table. She’s in regular Josie mode, knee to her chest, head in her laptop.

  “Hey! What are you doing here?” I shuffle to the coffee pot and frown. No coffee. I glance at the clock on the microwave. One forty-five! Shit! I slept forever. I start the task of making a small pot of coffee; regardless of the time it’s morning for me.

  She laughs at my slow movements around the small kitchen. “It’s Spring Break. I’ve been off all week.”

  She never told me it was Spring Break. “You should have joined me in Los Angeles. We could’ve torn the town up!” I place two scoops of coffee granules in the filter and turn the machine on and wait for just enough coffee to brew before pulling it out and pouring myself a cup.

  She shrugs. “I couldn’t spend a week partying! I’m a teacher, not a college student!”

  “Josie, you need to live a little!” I smirk at her. Her demeanor is so similar to Lorali’s. “You’re twenty-two, not sixty-two.” I remind her as I pull out a chair and sit down beside her at the table.

  “And you’re twenty five and look at you!” She crosses her arms against her chest. “You’re walking around like an old lady after your week in LA.” She smirks. “Forgive me if I don’t jump at the chance to be exhausted, when Spring break is supposed to be a way to relax and recharge.”

  I stick my tongue out at her. She laughs at my response.

  “I’ll have you know, I’m not exhausted from my week in LA.” She raises her eyebrows, her expression saying that the evidence says differently. “My body is sore because Garrett tied me up like a caveman and fucked me into next week last night!”

  Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops; she’s speechless. “Seriously?!?” She finally manages to ask.

  I nod. Her grin is contagious. She knows I’ve been chasing him for weeks.

  “Was it as good as you had hoped?” She asks on a whisper. I love her shyness when it comes to sex.

  I collapse in the chair beside her at the table and release a long sigh. She closes her laptop and slides it to the side, preparing for the story. I know she’s living vicariously through me.

  “Better.” It’s all I can give her, for some reason I don’t want to put the details of my night with Garrett out there, almost like I’m protecting the memory. She won’t ask for details; her shyness and inexperience won’t allow her to.

  She has a look of expectation on her face and when I don’t elaborate, it shifts to curiosity. I’ve never had an issue with telling the gory details of a hook-up and even Josie can tell the difference.

  “So.” I slap the table with both hands. Trying to pull both of us out of the moment. “We need to go out tonight.”

  “Can’t,” she says, shaking her head. “I’d love to but I promised Mom I’d come for a visit.” She smiles

  Lorali and Josie have great parents, and I can tell she’s looking forward to spending time with them.

  “You can come with me,” she offers. “I know Mom and Dad would love to see you.” She looks at me expectantly.

  “Nah. I seriously need a night out to clear my head.” The best way to get over Garrett is to get under someone else, right? Even as I think the thought, my heart isn’t in it.

  Josie nods and opens her laptop, connecting it to her phone. “When do you head out?”

  “Car is already loaded. I was just getting a new playlist together.” She hits a few keys on the keyboard and stands from the table. My eyes follow her as she rinses her cup and places it in the dishwasher.

  “You going back to Ampere tonight?” She asks as she snakes her arms into her coat.

  I let out a huff. “Not a chance!”

  She looks at me quizzically. “Don’t want to see Garrett again?”

  She disconnects her phone from her computer and starts gathering her things, preparing them to go into her bag. “I’m not avoiding him, but we both agreed it was a onetime hook-up. I don’t want him to think I want something more or that I’m stalking him or something.” Wanting to get away from this conversation, I rise from the table and make my way to the sink. My actions mimicking Josie’s as I rinse the coffee cup and leave it in the dishwasher.

  “Well,” She says zipping her bag. “Have a good time. I’ll be back on Sunday.” She gives me a quick hug, grabs her keys, and heads to the door.

  “Drive safe. See you Sunday. Tell your parents I said hi.” I tell her as she leaves the apartment. She raises her hand above her head, giving a quick wave as she walks away.

  I roll my shoulders as I close the doors, noticing the tension is back. I’m going to need a long soak in an extremely hot bath to loosen my muscles if I have any hopes of getting loose enough to hit the dance floor tonight.

  Chapter 10

  Garrett

  I’ve been thrown completely off my game. My inability to concentrate at my club is what sent me across town to Club Ice. I have too many things going on in my life to let a one night stand derail me. This club is not as upscale as mine, but that just increases the chances of finding another woman who won’t question my need for a quick fuck. I don’t really need the release more than I just need to replace the feeling of Alexa on my skin with someone else’s.

  I sit back on the black leather couch, raise my tumbler of scotch to my lips, and take in the abundance of scantily clad women. The lush brunette a few tables down does not escape my attention. Her body type is just what I’m looking for. She’s petite with small breasts and an ass that goes on for days. My mind takes this opportunity to acknowledge that she’s the opposite of Alexa who’s tall, athletically slender with tits that make a man want to sin. I shake my head to clear my thoughts of Alexa.

  I cut my eyes back to the brunette; she’s staring at me, a strong hunger in her eyes. Yep. She’s the one.

  I throw back the rest of my scotch, enjoying the burn as it slides down my throat. I stand, maintaining eye contact with her and shift my head towards the dark corner of the club. In seconds she registers my intention and licks her lips as she moves away from her friends and towards me.

  We meet in the middle; her hand reaches out
to take mine. Avoiding that level of intimacy, I clasp her wrist and pull her beside me. I catch a flash of red hair in my periphery, but by the time my mind can register it, it’s gone. I jerk my head around looking for those green eyes that haunt my dreams. Nothing.

  The brunette beside me strokes my stomach with her hand, effectively drawing my attention back to her. I need to work fast and seal this deal. I’m losing my mind in this club, seeing shit that isn’t there.

  I push the brunette against the wall, pinning both her arms at her side; my grip on her wrists preventing her movement.

  “Hi.” I whisper in her ear, pulling my head back to look in her eyes.

  She doesn’t look up; her eyes remain on my chest, completely submissive. An act that normally would cause my dick to try to punch through my zipper. I nudge her with my nose, causing her to lift her chin up and I force my lips against hers. I hear a whimper escape her lips telling me she’s into what we’re doing but her body is motionless. When I grind against her, she doesn’t respond. She’s kissing me back but her body’s needs have been taken out of the equation. I release one of her wrists, reach behind her back and pull her body hard against mine.

  Her released hand strokes my back; the rest of her body remains under my power and control. I pull my mouth from hers. I can’t help but notice my pulse isn’t elevated and my cock is less than half erect. I don’t have the time or the inclination to look for someone else that would get me rock hard in a second; this brunette will have to do.

  “Wanna get out of here?” I peer down at her. She doesn’t raise her eyes and her only confirmation is a slight nod of her head and a coy smile on her lips.

  I pull my body from hers, maintaining my grip on her wrists, and begin walking towards the door. Usually I would have a singular focus on the woman in my grip but something draws my attention towards the dance floor.

  My step stumbles. Alexa. She’s on the dance floor, grinding her amazing body against a blond woman. She’s hot, reeking of sex and staring right at me. My cock hardens instantly.

  Chapter 11

  Alexa

  The soak in the tub after Josie left was just what my body needed to get back to normal. I hated to get rid of the ache between my thighs but the reminder of Garrett was doing more harm than good.

  Standing in front of my mirror I appraise myself. Tonight I’m opting for a slinky red dress that moves seductively with every sway of my hips. It has a princess neckline but that doesn’t keep this racy piece of clothing from screaming “I need to get laid!” It’s a little ostentatious but I’ve no desire to spend an inordinate amount of time tonight on trying to seduce someone, so I’ll let the dress do that for me. The few times I’ve worn it to a club before have been rewarded with accelerated attention, and I hope it has the same effect tonight.

  I pile my hair on my head in a messy up-do, and leave my neck bare. I’ve had numerous compliments on my slender neck, and plan to use this in my arsenal tonight as well. I put in some silver and diamond hoop earrings, knowing that they’ll sparkle like crazy under the lights on the dance floor, drawing even more attention to me.

  After sliding my perfectly manicured feet into a pair of silver Jimmy Choo’s, I’m ready to hit the club. I’m thinking Club Ice will best suit my needs tonight. The guys who troll there are pretty good looking and Fridays are always super crazy at the less expensive clubs with people saving their money for Saturday nights at the more upscale ones.

  I opt for taking a cab to the club because my get drunk, get fucked, get home plan doesn’t work very well if I have to be responsible for my car. The line outside of Club Ice isn’t very long, but since I know the bouncer I don’t have to wait to get in. I can’t wait for spring and summer; nothing kills the mojo like having to wait in line at the coat check before leaving a club. I give my coat to the guy manning the coat check room and slide my ticket stub into my small silver clutch.

  I make my way to the bar first; the complete soberness needs to be the first thing to go.

  “Hey Joe!” I smile at the bartender and he slides in front of me almost immediately; being a good tipper always helps with fast service.

  “Hey Ally. What can I get for you tonight?” I hate that he calls me that but he makes the drinks strong and fast, so I always let it slide.

  “Let me get started with a shot a Patron and a Cosmo.” He nods and sets to making my drinks.

  “Haven’t seen you here in a while. You been laying low?” He says as he grabs the bottle of cranberry juice.

  I can’t tell him that I’ve been hanging out at Ampere the past couple of weeks so I lie. “Yeah, just keeping it close to home these past few weeks.” He completes my drinks and drops them off on the bar in front of me. I hand over a twenty; he winks at me and moves down to help the next customer.

  I throw the shot back and leave the empty glass on the bar. Scooping up the martini glass, I turn around and lean my back against the bar. I waited longer than I usually would to come to the club, but I was on a mission not out to just have a good time. I needed to make sure the club was full and the options were plentiful to make my selection from.

  I walk further into the club and stand at the waist high steel railing that separates the dance floor from the rest of the club. I can’t help but think Ampere’s dance floor is so much more inviting because the mingling area just flows into the dance floor. Having to walk around to enter the dance floor at three different, less than strategic locations is rather off putting.

  My eyes wander over the clubbers and nothing seems to be catching my eye. I realize rather quickly that I’m unconsciously comparing each guy in here to Garrett, and if I maintain that level of standard I’d never get laid again. I make a mental note of that and attempt to lower my standards just a bit.

  “Damn girl! You’re rocking that dress tonight!” A feminine voice purrs beside me.

  I look down and take in the appearance of the blonde who spoke appreciatively. She’s beautiful and although the form fitting, turquoise dress she’s wearing screams Kelly from Saved by the Bell, she’s surprisingly pulling it off. Her long blond hair is straight down her back and her dress is pushing in just the right way to put her ample breasts on display. “You look great too!” I compliment.

  I turn my attention back to the hordes of people on the dance floor. Not a minute goes by before I feel a finger graze down my arm. I look over into the eyes of the blond woman who commented on my dress. Oh! She’s hitting on me! It’s not the first time a woman has tried to put the moves on me; girls really aren’t my thing, which I discovered at a party in college. I had only ever kissed another female on a dare at a frat party. I felt no tingling sexual appeal so I just left it alone; chalked it up to not being my thing.

  “You want to dance?” She asks as she continues to slide her finger up and down my arm.

  Before I can turn her down a very interesting site catches my attention over her shoulder. My gaze lands on Garrett as he stands up from a leather couch and begins to walk across the bar. The focused look of determination on his face makes me shift my eyes, hoping to find what has caught his attention. A cute little brunette is walking towards him with a satisfied look on her face. She knows what she has just caught. Bitch!

  Before I can even allow my mind to evaluate the situation I’m slamming the remainder of my Cosmo, placing the empty glass on a nearby table and grabbing the blondes’ hand, tugging her to the entrance to the dance floor. “Sure, Sexy. Let’s do it!”

  She giggles behind me as I practically drag her towards the grouping of people grinding on each other. I’m taking a chance here, and have no idea what I’ll do if Garrett doesn’t notice me. I certainly will not be attempting to get my rocks off with this girl, no matter how hot she looks. I come within a few feet of him as he meets up with the stacked little brunette. My mood shifts marginally when he doesn’t notice me.

  He still has to pass by the dance floor to leave. Keeping that in mind I continue to make my way to the dance fl
oor, making sure I keep right on the edge, which increases his chance of seeing me on his way out. I feel bad to some degree for using this unnamed woman in my ploy to get Garrett to notice me, but I know two hot women practically dry humping on a dance floor is more likely to draw his attention this direction.

  Blondie maneuvers herself behind me and places her hands on my hips. I move my hips with hers but all of my attention is on the spot I saw Garrett’s back disappear at. It doesn’t take long for her right hand to snake its way around my side, her thumb grazing the bottom of my breast. I chalk the mild tingle I feel at her actions to the way my body reacts when I get around Garrett. I don’t have time to consider the possibility that this woman is turning me on.

  She’s slightly taller than I am, and apparently quiet accustomed to how a woman’s body responds on the dance floor. The first song ends and the second song that begins to play is slower and more sensual. Her hand is in a full on grip of my breast when Garrett reappears from the dark. There’s no way anyone who was watching him could mistake the near stumble he made when his eyes landed on me.

  After a second of brief eye contact, I’m sure I have his undivided attention. I roll my head to the side, sending a message to Blondie that she understands immediately. I can feel her hot tongue glide up my exposed neck, licking me from my shoulder to my ear lobe. A moan slips from my lips at the combined sensation of her mouth and Garrett’s eyes on me. I reach my hand up and place it over hers at my breast and squeeze forcing her to grip me tighter.

  “Mmm.” I hear in my ear as she presses her breasts harder in to my back.

  I spend the remainder of the song gyrating on this sexy woman, allowing her hands to roam all over my body. It only took Garrett’s appraisal to get me out of my own head enough to allow me to enjoy her sensual touches.