Alpha's Pack: ALPHA MALE SWINGER'S ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  “Surely you mean fuck off?” Ashly asks her, looking into her own glass. They all bring their replenished glasses together, toasting ‘fuck off,’ Leigh looking at her phone on the side of the bed, wondering if Andre will call!

  Chapter Ten

  Leigh doesn’t have to wait long for the call, because Sunday morning, her phone is flashing, Andre’s name showing on the screen. She is nervous, not sure if she should answer on the first attempt, but thinking that if she doesn’t, he might not call back. And she knows that she will definitely not call him back, her pride even stronger than her desire for Andre’s cock. She picks up her phone, flicking ‘answer’. Then she puts it to her ear and says ‘hello’ in her sexiest I-don’t-care-voice.

  “How are you?” Andre asks her.

  She should say ‘sore’, but instead, she says, “I’m doing really well, you?”

  “Good, you want to maybe come around for round two?” he says, making her feel like he is just using her for her body. She is actually also just using him for his, knowing that as soon as he gets on the plane back to Europe, she will probably be out of his mind. And although it will take a bit of time, she will forget about him too, eventually, with some effort.

  “When?” she asks, trying again to sound cool, failing dismally.

  “Now?” he says, asking her a question, but Leigh hearing an order. It must just be his accent, she thinks, trying to convince herself that this is what it is, knowing that one, she doesn’t take orders to well, and two, she has her own plans to take control of this particular session. She isn’t sure how, because her pussy is still experiencing waves of dull pain, and there is nothing that she can do about it because nothing has helped her thus far.

  “Give me an hour,” she says, trying to give him the impression that she has not been waiting for this call since yesterday morning. She succeeds at this, and is impressed with herself.

  “Okay, see you in an hour!” he says, sounding like he is irritated that he has to wait that long. But since he isn’t sure where she lives, he really cannot know that this is just her way of sounding like she is playing hard to get. Either way, Leigh now has to find something to keep herself busy for forty minutes, knowing that she can be at the Crowne Plaza in ten.

  When she walks into the hotel everyone seems to be looking at her, and she feels like this is because they know what she did on Friday night, and what she is about to do. She knows that they couldn’t possibly think that she is an escort, looking absolutely fabulous in Chanel, her staple. Then she remembers Andre’s personality, and she remembers that she was seen entering the hotel with him two nights ago. So they must have put two and two together, and the women, who make up the bulk of people looking at her, must feel a little jealous.

  She gets into the elevator, and they go up to Andre’s room, the nerves forming inside her stomach so that she is really anxious when she walks into his room. He is wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and she feels overdressed, suddenly. As soon as she is safely inside, Andre locks the door behind her. This time she takes her own clothes off, slowly, seductively, looking flirtatiously at him as he just stands there, his dark green eyes intense as they watch her, a half-smile on his handsome face. Then she turns to Andre and drops to her knees, pulling his shorts off as she gets onto the floor. He isn’t hard yet, but his cock is still thick and intimidating.

  Leigh takes him into her mouth, and as the cock gets thicker, harder, it becomes more difficult for her to suck on. But since she has initiated this, she just stretches her mouth as wide as she can, and takes as much of his shaft as will fit into her mouth. Then, when she has sucked on him as long and hard as she can, she pulls her mouth off the bulk of the shaft, and sucks on the head, before licking it ravenously. She takes it into her mouth again, and sucks on it for a while longer before she wets his balls with as much saliva as she can from her mouth.

  As she stands up, she runs her fingers over his balls, and brings her mouth up to his. He has to bend down to meet her, and as he does, he starts to moan loudly. When their mouths join, Leigh pulls on his balls, hard. He moans louder, into her mouth, and she knows that she has found his spot. She tugs on his balls for a while longer, and then turns to the bed, walking slowly towards it, knowing that he is following her.

  When they get to the bed, Andre pushes her down, turning her onto her stomach, and finding her cunt quickly with his mass. She cannot move, so she figures that she will let him have round one. He fucks her so beautifully from the back that all she can do is sink her head into the bed covers, clenching them in her fists, something made easier by the fact that the bed is not made. He fucks her long, deep and hard, and soon enough she is coming; a fiery rumbling emanating from inside her. Fortunately, Andre hasn’t come yet, and she feels that this is a good thing, even though she would have liked them to have another simultaneous orgasm.

  Andre pulls out, and turns her over. She sits up quickly and pushes him down onto his back. She mounts him, and gets him inside her before he can object. He doesn’t want to, but there is nothing that he can do, Leigh already grinding hard against his hardness. She pulls his cock in every direction and he is suddenly drawn completely into her world. She moves in small circles, then bigger ones, and then small circles again. She is getting dangerously close to orgasm, and when he starts to thrust up into her, she knows that he is too. She times it perfectly, and soon enough they are having a simultaneous orgasm brought on by nothing but the muscles between her thighs.

  *

  They fuck for the next two weeks, two, sometimes three times a day. Neither of them want to get too close, so they make it all about fucking. But there is something happening between them; something that neither of them can help. And when Andre finally boards his plane for Germany, Leigh has something growing inside her; something that will forever remind her of the two beautiful weeks. She knows that she cannot tell Andre about it, believing that this will just tear him between two worlds, something that he doesn’t need.

  Later, when Leigh tells her friends they all say that she should tell him. It’s only fair. He may want to know that he is going to be a father. So she plans a trip to Germany, but she isn’t sure what she will say to him when she gets there. It is better this way, since Andre probably would never forgive her if he found out later. She is worried about what he will say; even more worried than she is about how her parents will react. But she knows that the child growing inside her was conceived of more than just sex, even though the two people involved tried to deny it!

  Germany, here I come,’ Leigh says to herself a month later when she is seated on a first-class flight to Europe. She places a hand on her belly, and really hopes that this goes the way she dreams it may . . .

  THE END

  His Wife

  Chapter One

  Kade Hannon is the kind of sexy that you would see on the cover of Men’s Health Magazine. Middle-aged, greying hair, sharp chiseled features, the slightest tan. He doesn’t only look good for his age. He looks good for any age. And add to that that he is a billionaire, he is more than a little attractive on all fronts.

  Shannon, his new PA is immediately attracted to him. But the twenty-four-year old is professional enough to keep her attraction in check. She manages to get through each day, partly by avoiding Kade when she can, partly by focusing on the work he is giving her when they are together. It’s hard sometimes. But she’s got this.

  Also, Kade has an equally attractive wife in Ella Hannon; early thirties, raven hair, skin the color of milk, blood-red lips. Ella looks every bit like the real life version of Snowhite, if this Grimm character were ever to find herself living in New York and married to an eccentric billionaire.

  If Kade wasn’t so obviously happy in his life, in his marriage, then maybe Shannon would have entertained the possibility. But she has a few lines that she will not cross, married men being one of them.

  The delicious frustration of working closely with Kade is broken often by his wife, who seems to be a
t their offices more and more since Shannon’s appointment. The 24-year old knows that this isn’t jealousy. It can’t be. Maybe she just has a little time on her hands, or maybe she just wants to establish her territory. It doesn’t matter, really, because she is always pleasant enough to Shannon, and so Shannon is comfortable with her presence.

  Shannon is also quite attractive, in an unassuming, demure way. You would look right past her, so perfectly does she blend into her surroundings. Until she was speaking directly to you. Then you’d notice everything that made her appealing. He perfect lips, the slightest hint of peach blossom, and her jade eyes, ever so slightly almond in shape, obvious despite her glasses. You notice flawless skin, just enough traces of natural gold to make her look almost like the sun shone from somewhere inside her.

  Yes, Shannon is beautiful, made more so by the fact that she doesn’t seem to know it!

  She cannot hide the fact that she is a little relieved, though, on this particular Friday when Ella doesn’t seem to make an appearance. But then again, neither does Kade, and this has her a little bit anxious. Yes, she wants to see him, to get her fix. Also, she has an important document from Dubai that needs his signature before she faxes it back to the client in the UAE. Shannon has never been to Kade’s house, but when, after a short search, she establishes that he is at home, she decides to go through with getting his signature.

  “Shannon Ezra,” she says into the intercom at the gate of the sprawling Westchester compound. It was quite a drive getting here, and Shannon is a little parched. She is also mesmerized by what she sees, realizing for the first time just how wealthy her boss is.

  “Come through,” a voice says on the other end, and the wrought iron gates start to open slowly. As she pulls in and makes her way up the long, tree lined drive she can’t help but feel like she has been transported into a whole other world.

  Ella meets her at the door, and opens it with a huge smile on her face. Shannon returns the pleasant gesture and then follows the lady of the house through a magnificent foyer and into a living area that seems to make up a large part of the back of the house. It has floor-to-ceiling windows with the most incredible view of the backyard, which seems to stretch over several properties.

  “I just need Mr. Hannon’s signature on these,” she says, holding the documents up for Ella to take. She wouldn’t dream of asking the slightly older women to go and get her husband.

  “Kade’s not here at the moment, but he said that you can leave them here, he will sign them as soon as he gets back. He’s just gone to get some more champagne for tonight…” Ella says, letting her last sentence linger almost as though there is something else she wants to add, as an addendum.

  “Oh, okay… It’s just that I needed to fax it back to Dubai today…” Shannon says, a little anxious, partly because she knows that Kade Hannon is all about detail, and partly because she promised the client in Dubai.

  “You can fax them from here later, if you’ll join us for our little party tonight!” Ella says, throwing her eyes over Shannon as if to sa ythat if she is coming to the party, then she certainly cannot come dressed like that.

  Shannon adjusts her skirt, hating how uncomfortable she suddenly is in the presence of the boss’s wife.

  “I don’t think that is appropriate…” she starts, holding on to the edge of her skirt now just because Ella’s eyes are lingering a little too long over her thighs.

  “There is nothing appropriate about this party… Go home, get changed, something black, sexy, and then get back here to send this fax okay!” Ella is really looking Shannon over now, and the younger of the two women wants to ask her if anything is the matter.

  Instead, she just says ‘okay’ as Ella takes the folder from her. As she drives away from the mansion two things nag at her. Firstly, why would Kade Hannon need to fetch his own champagne, and secondly, what exactly did Ella mean when she said that there was nothing appropriate about this party.

  She gets home and goes straight to her closet, looking for something black and sexy, determined to make an impression on Ella Hannon.

  Chapter Two

  When Shannon arrives at the Hannon mansion she is again taken aback by its sheer magnificence. She parks her car at the end of a stream of luxury vehicles, and she suddenly wonders why she was invited here. Knowing that she is going to be incredibly out of place, she looks at herself in the light-soaked driveway. She looks decent enough, but she still cannot help but wonder what the other women inside look like.

  “Shannon, hello…Come through,” Ella says, looking incredible in a short cocktail dress that seems to change from black to a deep midnight blue as she moves.

  Shannon looks around the foyer first, and then the living room, picking out immediately the women who seem to be more comfortable in this world than she will ever be. Shannon throws her eyes to a few of the men, all middle-aged, but from what she can tell from under their perfectly cut designer shirts, all of them are incredibly well-built.

  Shannon finds herself looking for Kade. She figures that the sooner she can get him to sign the documents, and the sooner she can get them faxed off, the sooner she can get out of here. Uncomfortable is an absolute understatement to describe how she is feeling right now.

  “Hello dear… you came…” Kade says when he suddenly appears in the foyer from behind two women. He is holding a bowl with car keys in it, and hands it toward Shannon. She looks at the bowl, immediately realizing that this isn’t just any party. Not being naïve, she knows exactly what is going on here, and her stomach begins to knot almost immediately. She suddenly wants to run far away.

  “Did you manage to sign those documents?” she asks Kade, stuttering. If she can deflect his attention just a little bit, she reasons, she can get the documents sent off quickly. Kade isn’t budging though, shaking the bowl in front of her now.

  “Keys…” Ella says, raising her eyebrow at Shannon. Clearly she is waiting for Shannon to hand hers over.

  Shannon thinks quickly. She thinks of lying, saying that she took a cab here. But how can she when there are probably cameras all over the place and her arrival was seen by her hosts? She clutches her keys tightly, realizing that they are still in her hand. Throwing her eyes from Kade to his wife, the anxiety in her stomach makes its way up to her face.

  “I won’t be staying,” Shannon says when she catches her breath.

  “Nonsense,” Ella says, throwing a look at Kade that says maybe he shouldn’t put too much pressure on the newbie.

  She walks Shannon into the living-room, taking two glasses of champagne off one of the trays dotted around the elaborately decorated space. After handing the now-very-shy 24-year old a glass, she smiles broadly, saying ‘relax’, although doing so only with her eyes. Shannon takes a sip from her glass and looks with intense scrutiny at the people around her, trying to see if she recognizes anyone.

  There are a few of Kade’s business associates, some of them here with their wives, some of them not. But mostly the faces are unrecognizable. Shannon makes a mental note to read the social pages of the newspapers with a little more attention, just so that she can place these people who she is not being introduced to. Instead, it seems that Ella Hannon is parading her among them, like a new recruit to their exclusive little club. Shannon didn’t sign up for this; not at all.

  “Are you still feeling a little attached to your keys?” Kade asks when he finds them again, handing them both a fresh glass of bubbles.

  “Those documents Mr. Hannon…” Shannon starts.

  “Don’t worry about the documents. I faxed them through this afternoon… and tonight, he’s just Kade!” Ella says, the matter-of-fact-ness in her tone catching Shannon by surprise.

  “Okay…” she says, not knowing what else she can say.

  “Now you can relax… The festivities will start soon, so I’m really going to need your key.” Kade too speaks in a matter-of-fact voice now.

  Reluctantly, Shannon drops her keys into the bowl, much to
the obvious elation of both Kade and his wife. Kade walks away, shaking the bowl, smiling to himself now. Shannon needs to get some air, so she pulls herself from Ella’s grip on her arm and excuses herself, saying that she needs to use the bathroom.

  “Hurry back…” Ella instructs her. She starts to think that there really is no getting out of this, and she goes off to try and find a bathroom. It takes her a minute, but soon enough she is inside the relative safety of one of the downstairs cloakrooms.

  Shannon looks at herself in the mirror. She does look good. This is probably why Ella asked her to come tonight. But she wishes that she was forewarned. Then she would have been able to make her excuses much earlier, before she found herself in the lion’s den. It is too late now.

  After throwing some water on her face, she walks out of the bathroom, and right into Ella, who is holding up what look like her car keys. What could this mean, she wonders, especially when Kade comes up behind his wife, shaking keys in front of her?

  “Those are mine,” Ella says.