Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male: BWWM Romance

by Lessly, S. K.

  “Really?”

  I am sitting here turning to mush.

  “I love you, Allura Shaw. I want to be with you always. I just hope you can make room for me in your life.”

  I smiled and moved closer to him, where our bodies touched. I chased kisses on his lips and in between them.

  I said, “I think I can make room for you. Will you make room for me?”

  “Baby, I’ve been trying to take care of you. But you won’t let me.”

  I leaned back from him.

  “I don’t want your money, Mace. I just want you.”

  I tried to let him see that I meant every word I said, and he then smiled.

  “Move in with me then.”

  I scoffed. “What? No, I can’t move in with you. I mean, we barely know each other. I have a lease I’m responsible for. I can’t just leave my roommates hanging.”

  “Allura…,” he started.

  But I cut him off. “No, Mason.”

  I folded my arms and looked away from him. No matter how much I would love to live with him, I just won’t abandon my friends.

  “Allura.” He placed his hand over my chin and forced me to look at him. “I wouldn’t dream of leaving your friends hanging. I’ll pay the rent for the remaining months of your lease.” I was about to protest, but he touched his finger against my lips. “And as far as us knowing each other, I think that’s just an excuse. I know every inch of you, baby. What I don’t know, I can’t wait to learn. I don’t want to sleep another night without you.”

  “Mason, I just think that maybe we’re moving too fast. I’m afraid that what if we don’t make it, or something happens. I know you don’t think it’s a possibility, but I just don’t know.” I admitted to him.

  He sighed loudly and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He stared out the window again before he spoke.

  “Alex told me we should be heading to Miami for the quarter, semi, and final bouts. Are you planning on making the trip?”

  I shook my head, confused with the change of topic. “Um…I don’t know.”

  He took a deep breath. “Why don’t you come with me? I really want you to be there with me. I need you there by my side.”

  I nodded and said slowly, “Okay. Let me see if I can do it.”

  He simply nodded and stood. “Let’s go take a shower and go to bed.”

  He helped me up, and we walked upstairs to the bathroom without mentioning moving in together. I thought it strange that he just stopped talking about it. I wanted him to know how much I would love to live with him. I’m just scared out of my mind.

  As we got dressed after our rather chaste shower, he must have read my mind because he said, “I know you’re scared about this relationship we have. I really think everything will work out. But if I have to get you comfortable with the idea of living with me, then that’s what I’ll have to do.”

  Mason didn’t mention it again that night. He simply pulled me to him once we were under the covers, kissed my forehead, and drifted off to sleep.

  The next few weeks Mason still didn’t bring up living together. Things were the same as they always had been. He would pick me up from work at night and take me to either his or my place. What he made sure of is to wake up every morning with me by his side. I was starting to get used to him being around. I was getting used to his touch and being in his arms. If I was into a serious studying session, he would make sure I had food to eat and plenty of space. But he always managed to snuggle me next to him, no matter what time I closed my eyes.

  When we had spare time, he would take me to dinner or to a movie. We would take walks along Penn’s Landing when the weather wasn’t too cold. Whenever he wanted to try and spoil me, he would take me shopping. I tried not to let him buy me too many things, but he would tell me he couldn’t stop spoiling me.

  I managed to take off a few days and travel with Mason to Florida for the finals. I could tell he was very excited. The last few fights he had to crown him Champ in our circuit had been tough, but he managed to make his opponents surrender convincingly. He told me he was looking forward to fighting some serious and worthy opponents.

  We arrived on Monday to the most beautiful hotel called W South Beach. The suite Mason rented for us was spectacular, to say the least. We walked down a long hallway. Behind the first door was the master bedroom and bath. The bathroom was beautiful, with marble tile, large shower, and a very inviting bathtub. As I walked into the living area, I caught my breath. I mean the room was spectacular, but the view was mouthwatering.

  “Mason, will you take a look at this view?”

  I stood in front of the window looking out onto the Atlantic and the darkness that was starting to consume us.

  “Yes, the view is quite breathtaking.”

  I turned to see his eyes hooded with lust dripping from them. The deep penetration from his eyes still captivates and stills me. I watched helplessly as he continued to claim me.

  His hands were the first to touch me as he gently embraced my face. His lips came next, as he gently touched mine with the sweetness that made me long for him to touch me more every time. He picked me up, and without breaking our kiss, he moved us to the bedroom where took my body, mind, and soul for his.

  ****

  I laid on him fully sated as he caressed my back slowly. As always, I struggled to gain my wits and calm the tremors that consumed me just a bit ago.

  I could hear his heart racing through his chest, letting me know he was trying to recover from what we had just done as well

  “You know, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being with you,” he told me.

  I sat up slightly and looked at him, “Do you want to get used to me?”

  “Baby, I want to lose myself in you completely. Everything about you makes me long for you.”

  I hid my face in his dampened chest, trying to hide the blush creeping on my face. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way he talks to me and the way he looks at me.

  “Mason, you say the most wonderful things.”

  Mason took my face in between his hands and tilted my face, so our eyes met.

  “Allura, the things I say to you… how I feel about you… please don’t misunderstand my words as everyday talk. I’ve never in my life poured out my heart and soul to anyone before. This is new to me on so many levels. It’s like I don’t want you to go even a minute without knowing how important you are to me…how my life was meaningless before I laid eyes on you and that I can’t wait to make my future yours. I love you, baby, with all the strength that is in me, with all the passion that I have and the dreams and desires that make me who I am…. I love you.”

  And now I’m completely speechless. All I could do is lean up further on him and show him how much he has completed my life.

  Chapter 12

  Mason

  I’ve been sitting on swank-looking black couches watching half-naked women prance by the VIP area of one of the most popular clubs on South Beach. I’ve had about four Scotches, and I’m nursing my second beer. Alex is with me on the drink level, as well as one of our ex-Navy SEAL team members—Roland Vancamp. Roland was part of our team and the first to leave the Navy between the three of us. He’d been a SEAL for about fifteen years and just decided he was done. He entered the private security racket and has been trying to talk Alex and me into joining him.

  “Come on, man. There are idiot rich fuckers that don’t have a clue and will pay a shit load of money to travel to some third world country and try to give back.”

  He rolls his eyes and uses hand quotes around ‘give back.’

  Alex blanches at the idiot rich fuckers comment, but I don’t. No one but Alex knows I’m extremely wealthy, and I have never flaunted the fact either.

  “Look Ro, I hear what you’re saying. But I just got out. I want to enjoy myself. Besides, I have no desire to babysit some rich fuckers.”

  Roland then leaned into me.

  “Yeah man, I hear you cle
arly, and I don’t blame you. But we just don’t get those types of assignments. We get government sanctioned assignments, too. As a matter of fact, on Friday night, me and my team are heading to South America to look for some kidnapped dignitary. It’s still good money, and we get to see a lot of action.”

  His eyes lit up, and he smiled. I wasn’t interested at all, but Alex seemed like he was thinking about it.

  “How much would be the payout?” Alex asked.

  Our attention wavered slightly when a beautiful woman with curves galore walked past us. Or rather, she glided passed us. We were looking at her, but she was watching me. As she moved on, we looked at the sway of her hips and I exhaled.

  Maxine needs to get here… like now!

  I heard Roland say, “The money can vary depending on how big of a job you do. Following rich people…it depends… I clear about ten grand for a weekend. But with government assignments, we can charge a couple of million if we want to and divide that by a team of six or seven.”

  Alex looked over at me, and I shook my head.

  “I’m done with that shit. I’m not heading back into darkness, Alex. You shouldn’t either,” I warned.

  “I don’t know, Reap; this boxing thing can get a little old. I haven’t been in any action in a long time. It might be good to get my feet wet a little from time to time, you know?” Alex smiled.

  Roland smiled too and smacked Alex on the arm.

  “Yeah, man, hell why not? I could use all the people I trust with me. Sal and Dom from the old team joined a few weeks ago, and they love it. As a matter of fact, they should be here by Thursday. If you have doubts, you can ask them yourself.”

  I looked at Alex, hoping he really wasn’t considering this. He’s been out for two years. Shit has changed out there in that timeframe, and it’s not that I don’t think he can’t take care of himself. I’m just wondering if he still has his instincts. When we were on missions, we relied on each other’s gut all the time. We would look at our surroundings, and most times, have to change an original plan of action because of what we saw. I wondered if Alex still had that skill. I didn’t think he did because my gut was telling me to get far away from Roland and his private sector scene.

  It seemed the conversation died once the curvy beauty came back with a few of her friends; one for each of us.

  “You boys look like you could use some company,” the curvy beauty, who seemed to have some Latin flavoring in her, spoke to us.

  I was about to tell her that we were fine, but Roland and Alex jumped up and gave them a hand into our section. I stood as I’m programmed to do, trying not to stare at Curvy’s nice-size tits.

  The curvy beauty introduced herself as Candy. Her two friends, who were equally beautiful, were named Kara and Simone. Candy came and sat next to me, smiling. I sat up straight and instantly looked out onto the huge crowd before me. I knew Max would be coming soon, and I definitely didn’t want to get into any shit.

  Candy had olive-color skin with long, jet-black hair that curled around her shoulders and back. She had big brown eyes and a great-looking mouth. Did I mention that she had a body to die for? She wore this blue dress that left nothing to the imagination with these high fuck-me heels. Yeah, if I was single, she and I would be having a hell of a night tonight. But since I’ve been with Max, no one can take the place of her.

  I looked over at her friends, and Kara seemed to be glued onto Roland. Roland was about six foot, muscular with the tightest shirt on that I had ever seen. His blonde hair was cut short, similar to what mine was a few weeks ago. Kara was short with long, straight blonde hair, but her curves showed that Roland would have a great time putting his hands all over her body.

  Simone was the darkest of the trio, with short hair, oval-shaped brown eyes, and a beautiful wide smile. She was tall, and with this dress that was so short, when she sat down you definitely could see a butt crack. I looked at my best friend and with that wicked smile he held, I knew he was going to have a good night.

  “So what’s your name?” Candy asked me, breaking into my thoughts.

  Keep your eyes on hers. That’s the safe zone. I smiled.

  “Reap.”

  I tried to stay calm as I kept looking out for my angel to show up, knowing that she was arriving soon. Last night she and I had dinner after we christened our room. We met Alex and Lou down in our lobby, and we found a really nice Cuban restaurant where we heard a pretty decent band and did some dancing.

  When I went to work out with Lou and Alex, I gave her my credit card and demanded that she treat herself. I also gave a requirement to buy the skimpiest bathing suit she could find. Later today, she texted me a picture of a bathing suit she was trying on. I swear, I fucking tripped on my ass.

  She told me she was having so much fun that she’d hook up with me at the club. She found one of the fighter’s wives she remembered from last year, so they were going to have some drinks first before she met us.

  Alex and Roland entertained the women, while I kept looking around for my woman. I missed the hell out of her, and I couldn’t wait to see her. We were also waiting for another fighter that Alex knew for a few years. He used to work out in his gym a few years back and relocated down here. I then noticed a cocky looking white guy coming toward us with black slacks and a black and white button down shirt. I heard Alex start laughing and got up and headed to the guy. The fighter was shorter than Alex but had no problem picking him up.

  They both came to the VIP area, and the guy looked Candy up and down.

  “Reap, this is my boy Devin. Devin, this is going to be the new middleweight champ of the Eastern MMA fight on Sunday.”

  Devin eyed me as I gave him a handshake.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yup,” I answered, letting him know I didn’t give a shit about his scrutiny.

  Finally, he broke out in a huge grin. He nodded.

  “Yeah, I can see that.”

  As he sat down next to Candy, he eyed her up and down. But she wasn’t biting. Instead, she cozied up to me, placing her arm on my shoulder and showing me a direct view of her tits.

  “Hey, I was thinking; maybe you and I could possibly get out of here and go do some things.”

  She then leaned close to my ear and proceeded to tell me what she wanted to do to my dick. When she leaned back, she looked at me. I guess she thought she said something that should affect me somehow, but it really didn’t. Instead, it made me miss my baby even more. I tried to figure out a way to turn her down without being an asshole. I leaned in to whisper in her ear.

  “That really sounds tempting, but I have to decline. I already have a woman that does that and more.”

  She smirked at me. “Oh, really? And your woman looks better than this?”

  She leaned back slightly, showing me her body. I looked at her body. Then I saw the three men that were sitting on my left. Their eyes started bulging out of their faces. Then Alex’s face broke into a huge grin, and that made me turn to see who captured their eyes and made the women with us frown.

  I gasped slightly at the sight, and I couldn’t move. Maxine looked fucking amazing standing there; so much so that I couldn’t fucking move. She got her hair cut short, which brought all attention to her beautiful neck and face. The shirt she wore was white, went around her neck and swooped down the front of her, hiding her girls but showing her stomach only slightly.

  And what was that in her navel?

  Holy shit, it’s a piercing.

  My, she has been busy.

  I licked my lips, as my eyes traveled down her legs. The pants she wore were white as well and clung to her muscular thighs and curvy hips. I knew at that point her ass was gonna look fucking spectacular. I finally stood and headed toward her as she watched me closely. I saw someone come up behind her, and my eyes narrowed.

  As the man moved closer to her, I managed to get to him first. My hands went to the sensitive part of his shoulder, and he bent over in pain. I leaned over him while moving
Max to the side of me.

  “Back the fuck off.”

  “Okay, man. Damn,” he screeched out, and I let him go.

  When I turned back to her, she gave me a half smile.

  “Was that even necessary?” she asked me.

  “Hell yeah, if you’re going to be dressed like this. Holy shit, baby.”

  I wrapped my arm around her waist, and my hand landed on the top of her ass. I bent down slightly and placed a light kiss on her neck.

  “You look hot as fuck, baby.”

  “Better looking than that girl that was sticking her tongues in your ear?”

  I moved to where our eyes met, and I saw she was serious. I knew she would be pissed, but I didn’t expect her to be this upset. She just walked out of my arms and to the VIP area where Alex stood to help her.

  I stayed where I was to rein in my frustration. She should know damn well I wouldn’t let some random chick stick her tongue in my ear. I went to the bar, grabbed me a shot of tequila, and headed back to the VIP. Candy watched me approach, but I didn’t give her a second thought. I was too busy noticing Roland and Devin looking my woman over as if she was their fucking dessert.

  Alex saw me coming and just smirked at me. I really hate it when people smirk at me.

  As the night went on, Max continued to give me the cold shoulder, which was pissing me off. Candy and her friends stayed with us. Candy finally got the hint I wasn’t any fun, and she started to give Alex’s friend some attention. But by that time he found someone else that was interested, and she was ass out.

  Maxine, of course, was having a ball. I could tell she was getting drunk. She and the girls with us made their way to the dance floor multiple times. I watched her move her hips on the dance floor all night with anyone who asked. I had enough seeing every horny ass male in this place put his hands on what’s mine.

  I stormed toward her, hearing Alex laugh and Roland say to my back, “That’s right, Reap. Show her whose boss.”