7 Degrees of Alpha: a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances

by Allen, Sara

  "What the fuck, Kena?!"

  "Mmmm, you watch your tone with me, Governor Creed. I didn't create this mess."

  Victor took a deep breath and calmed himself before asking, "What mess, Kenyatta?"

  "Kara Edwards. She tried to hang herself in your Chicago office," Kena blurted, rather unsympathetically, in Victor's opinion.

  "Are you serious?" he asked with narrowed eyes, sure that Kena was fucking with him.

  "As a heart attack. She was found hanging from the ceiling fan in your office."

  "Oh, God! What the hell?" Victor shouted, running his fingers roughly through his hair.

  "She alive," Kena murmured.

  "Kenyatta! Honestly, you sound disappointed," Victor responded in disbelief.

  "That conniving little bi-"

  "Kena!"

  "She was never in any danger of dying."

  "What do you mean?" Victor asked, confused.

  "Well, for one, there was a mysterious call to security by an anonymous female caller stating that they believed that your office was being burglarized. And two, she wrote a four-page suicide letter that spoke of her relationship with you... in the future."

  "So.... you're saying...?"

  "She's a public relations guru. She knew exactly what she was doing. I handled it."

  Victor's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What do you mean, you handled it?" he asked, gesturing quotation marks with his fingers.

  "I made sure that no one dialed 911. I called a physician to your office. There won't be any hospital records, and I burned that fucking love letter that she called a suicide note."

  "Okay, good job. So if you did all that, why are you here?"

  Kena took an impatient breath and blew it out. "Kara is threatening to admit herself into a hospital and tell the press that your cruelty toward her pushed her to attempt suicide, if you don't go and talk to her."

  Victor's closed his eye and ran his fingers roughly through his hair. He opened his eyes to find Kenyatta, with her arms folded, awaiting a solution. He paced the floor a few times and turned back to his assistant.

  "Tell her that I'm unavailable and to do what she has to do."

  "But, Gov-"

  "No, Kena, I won't be blackmailed. Besides, Kara's no fool. She loves her career more than anything. She's been busting down doors for years to get where she is. Kara would lose every bit of credibility if our affair came out."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes, I'm sure" he responded with conviction

  Kenyatta nodded with whisper of a smile. She clearly approved. "I'll handle it."

  "Thank you, Kena."

  "You're welcome. Goodnight, Governor."

  "Goodnight," Victor sighed.

  Taylor

  Taylor locked the front door and kicked off her heels. She could hardly believe how aroused she was when she left Victor's apartment. She had all but thrown her pussy at him. She wished that she could blame it on the vodka tonics, but she'd only had one. If his assistant hadn't interrupted, she would have been biting his pillow in a matter of minutes.

  She unbuttoned her blouse as she walked into the kitchen. The rest of her evening had been decided. It was definitely gonna cold shower, buzzing Rabbit kind of night. She poured herself a glass of wine, grabbed the bottle, and headed to her bedroom. No sooner than she’d sat the pair down on her nightstand did the she hear the doorbell. Taylor looked at the cable box; it was nearing ten o'clock. She hurried down the hall and peaked out of the living room window. There were dark vehicles lining the curb. She went to the front door when the bell rang again.

  "Who is it?" she shouted through the door.

  "It's me, Victor."

  After the very abrupt interruption from earlier, she was sure that something horrible had happened, so she yanked the door open. Apparently, Taylor was in a tizzy for no reason because Victor was smiling, and rather seductively. Only when hit by a breeze did Taylor realize that her blouse was still open. She was unintentionally flashing Victor and his entire security detail. Thank God she was wearing her “I might get laid” underwear.

  "So beautiful," he whispered.

  She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped out of the doorway. Victor stepped inside and closed the door.

  "Victor, is everything okay?"

  "It will be," he said, closing the distance between them.

  He gently eased her hands away from her chest and led them slowly down his torso until they reached the bulge in his pants. Taylor closed her eyes and gasped at the sheer size of him.

  "Help me make it okay, Taylor," he whispered while peppering sweet kissed on her neck.

  Her body warmed as he ignited flames from within. A moan escaped her lips as she massaged his package, determined to make it okay.

  "Victor," she whispered, just before he took her lips.

  His kiss was no longer gentle, but urgent. His pace was less than steady as he slid her blouse down her arms and lowered himself enough to lick the cleavage expelling from her lace bra. Her pussy clenched uncontrollably as moisture pooled in her core. Her fingers caressed his head as he mastered the zipper of her skirt and peeled it down her hips, kissing her torso along the way. Taylor stepped out of her skirt and allowed him to lead her to the sofa, where he sat her down gently. Victor lowered to his knees before her and spread her thighs. Taylor was certain that he could feel the heat emanating from her insides. She was so hot and so wet that her panties were pasted to her sex. Even though he was kneeling in front of her, he still was too far. Taylor reached out for him. She was desperate for his touch. As if reading her mind, he lowered his mouth to hers and plunged his tongue inside. His touch, his taste, the aroma of masculinity left Taylor no other alternative than to surrender to the fever as she squirmed beneath him. She wrapped her arms around his solid body, pulling him as close as possible. In a frenzy, she ground her pussy against his dick, in an attempt to douse the flames. Her breathing quickened and her heart raced as she worked vigorously against his crotch.

  "Mmm, Taylor, you're going to be my undoing," Victor growled.

  He made quick work of removing her bra. When her breasts sprang free, Taylor excited as his gaze roamed over her with appreciation.

  "So beautiful," he whispered as he palmed both breasts.

  Taylor whimpered with desperation when he sucked her pebbled nipple into his hot mouth. Powerful currents shot to her sex as he licked and sucked the sensitive bud. So frantic, she found herself grinding against air.

  "Victor, fuck me,please," she begged.

  Without releasing her nipple, he slid his fingers into the crotch of her dampened panties. He rubbed her swollen clit, causing her to cry out. With no warning, Victor ripped the thin material from her body. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the very edge of the sofa, before plunging between her thighs. He licked her entire pussy before sucking her throbbing clit between his lips, confirming his own pleasure with a sensual moan.

  "Ohh, fuck!" Taylor shouted. "Ohh! Ugh!"

  Taylor found herself on the brink of insanity as he licked, sucked, and gorged on her. And when he inserted a thick finger, her pussy clenched and she lost control, exploding around it. Taylor froze as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her. But Victor wasn't finished. He continued to lick her throbbing center, causing her entire body to shake uncontrollably. The sensation was becoming too much for Taylor to handle, so much so that she actually pushed against his forehead as a plea for mercy. When he relented, she exhaled a breath that she had been painfully holding.

  Victor stood, still fully clothed. Taylor admired his large dick, stretching the fabric of his pants. As he undressed, she tried to control her breathing and still her quivering body. But when he was fully naked, the sight of his chiseled form and steel-hard dick did nothing to calm her. Taylor licked her lips and marveled at his manhood. The size of it was damn near threatening. And he knew it because when Taylor looked up at him, he was donning a smirk that was almost arrogant. He began to slowly stroke
the length of his dick. The erotic scene caused Taylor's mouth to water. She moved closer, intending to take him into her mouth, but he halted her progression with a hand to her shoulder.

  "Next time, baby. I need to be inside of you," he said in a deep hoarse voice.

  Taylor leaned back on the sofa, spread her legs, and extended the invitation. Victor retrieved a condom from the pocket of his slacks, tore into the golden wrapper, and rolled it down his hard, thick shaft. He dropped to his knees and slowly guided the swollen head inside of her. She felt a sweet pain as she stretched to accommodate him. He exhaled a harsh breath as he sank deeper. Stunned by the initial invasion, Taylor forced her muscles to relax around him. He began to slowly ease in and out of her slick pussy, and Taylor found herself moving along with him. He was filling her completely. The friction of their coupling was igniting a spark that was sure to lead to orgasmic bliss. He pushed her knees into her chest and fucked her with aggression; so hard and so deep that he was fucking her soul. Taylor, without shame, shouted his name over and over.

  Victor roughly grabbed her bouncing breast, pinching and kneading her nipples. Beads of sweat trickled down his strong torso. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the room.

  "Damn, sweetheart," he grunted. "You're so fucking tight. I'm gonna fuck your tight little pussy all night, then I'm gonna lick it, and fuck you some more."

  His dirty words were a direct line to her sex, taking her to the boiling point.

  “Yes! Ugh! You... feel so damn good. I'm cu-ming!" she screamed, hearing the hoarseness in her own voice.

  Like a volcano, she erupted so hard that she could see the proof of her violent orgasm splashing against his tight abs. Taylor howled as she came harder than she ever had in her entire life. And he was right with her. After one powerful thrust, he stilled. His dick pulsed as he pumped hot cum into the condom. Taylor could feel the warmth, even through the protective barrier.

  But, if Taylor thought that he was done, she was wrong. Because, as promised, he licked and fucked her all night long.

  *******************************

  The incessant shrill of her ringing phone jerked Taylor from a deep sleep. She peeked over her shoulder to check the time. It was barely seven in the morning. She reached on the nightstand and grabbed her cell. It was an unknown number. She swiped to ignore and returned it to the nightstand. But no sooner than her hit the pillow, it rang again. She snatched the phone and swiped.

  "What?!" she snapped in a groggy voice.

  "Miss Montgomery?"

  "What?" she repeated into the phone.

  "Miss Montgomery, I'm sorry to bother you, but the governor isn't answering his phone."

  "Who... who is this?"

  "It's Kenyatta, ma'am, Kena, Governor Creed’s assistant."

  "Oh," Taylor said, sitting up.

  His incredibly pretty, Black assistant.

  "He's asleep," Taylor groaned.

  "Miss Montgomery, the governor..."

  "Taylor. Call me Taylor."

  "Yes, okay, Taylor, the governor has a very important meeting at eight. Please wake him and let him know that I'll be bringing him a change of clothes in thirty minutes."

  Taylor wondered if Victor ever made a move that Kenyatta wasn't aware of. She somehow doubted it.

  "Um... I'll... okay."

  "Thanks, Taylor."

  "No problem."

  Taylor rolled over. The sight of Victor sleeping on his back with one hand behind his head and the other covering his balls caused her to shiver. His rock hard body was a total contradiction to the softness in his face as he slept. She admired his beauty as she ran her fingers over the soft hairs on his chest.

  "Victor," she whispered softly.

  He stirred but didn't wake.

  "Victor," she repeated a little louder.

  His eyes blinked open and landed on hers. "Good morning," he said with a boyish grin.

  His voice was husky and oh so masculine.

  "Good morning… Your assistant called. She'll be here in a few with a change of clothes."

  His eyes roamed her naked breasts, his lids became hooded, and his gaze was filled with lust. When his hand cupped her breast, slid down her side and over her hip to grope her ass, carnal thoughts came over her as well.

  "Victor," she warned. "She said you have a meeting at eight."

  Sliding his body over hers, he responded, "I'm gonna be late.”

  CHAPTER 7

  Taylor

  Taylor pulled in front of Roseland Beauty Supply on Michigan Avenue. Maria wanted to pick up some conditioner before it got too busy to stop. They took off their seat belts and prepared to get out, when a vehicle flew dangerously through the red light. Normally, Taylor and Maria didn't write traffic tickets, but the driver's blatant disregard for the traffic signal was dangerous. Taylor looked over and Maria, who was refastening her seatbelt, and quickly fastened her own. She pulled away from the curb and maneuvered through traffic until she was directly behind the driver. Maria ran the plates on the portable data terminal (PDT), as Taylor activated the Mars lights. When the driver didn't pull over right away, she pointed the spotlight on their side view mirror. The driver, finally getting the message, pulled to the side. Taylor pulled behind the Ford Fusion just as a report came back on the PDT. The owner of the vehicle was clear and not wanted for anything, so Taylor and Maria exited the squad car.

  Taylor approached the driver's side and Maria covered the passenger side. The driver rolled down his window with a panicked expression.

  "Sir, you totally disregarded the red light back there. I need your license and proof of insurance."

  "I know. I'm sorry," the male driver said in an apologetic, but frantic tone.

  "M-my wife... she's in labor!"

  Taylor looked over at the passenger seat. The panting woman was indeed very pregnant. Taylor looked at Maria over the hood of the car and nodded.

  "Ma'am, please step out of the car," Maria insisted.

  "What?! Are you fucking serious?! No!" the man protested.

  "Yes, sir," Taylor responded calmly.

  "We have emergency lights and we can get your wife to the hospital a lot faster. We'll get you there, sir."

  The driver breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, okay, thank you so much."

  He hopped out of the car and helped Maria ease his wife out of the car. They walked her to the front seat of the squad car and carefully eased her inside.

  "Sir, my partner is going to drive your wife to Christ Hospital, and since we'll be runnin' lights and stuff, I'm going to drive your car."

  "Thank you so much, officer. Thank you soooo much," he said with a smile.

  His sincerity made Taylor smile. She hopped in the driver's seat, pulled out behind Maria, and violated every traffic law to get the man and his wife to the hospital.

  A few hours later, Taylor and Maria picked up a quick lunch from Subway and headed back to Christ. Maria wanted to check up on the expecting couple. They were in the small room that cops and CFD paramedics normally occupied and enjoyed their submarines when Nancy, the ER nurse, walked in smiling.

  "I called OB. They had a boy. He was 7lbs, 5 ounces."

  "Thanks, Nancy," Maria responded, smiling.

  "No problem. I'll see y'all later."

  Nancy walked out of the room. Taylor and Maria finished their lunch and went back out on the street.

  "2234," Taylor called to the dispatcher.

  "Go, 2234."

  "We're clear from lunch squad."

  "10-4."

  Taylor patrolled their beat, thankful for the momentary quiet. She immediately thought about Victor. It had been weeks since they'd spent that first night together, and they'd been joined at the hip ever since. Lying next to him at night felt like second nature to her, and on one of the few nights that they were apart, she often found herself unable to sleep. She was loving the hot, mind-blowing sex, followed by sweet kisses and cuddling.

  They didn't have convent
ional dates, but they had enjoyed intimate dinners, watched movies in the theatre inside of the Governor's Mansion, and taken long romantic walks through the grounds. Taylor loved conversing with him about things that most folks avoided. They had endless discussions about religion, politics, even race. She understood why the people voted him into office; he had a genuine desire to make the world a better place. He seemed to really understand the needs of the people of Illinois. That didn't mean that he wasn't a true politician, though. Victor definitely knew how to grease the wheel. Still, he was a good man who cared about people and loved his family. He often spoke of his little brothers with love and admiration. Because of that, Taylor truly admired him.

  "2234?"

  Taylor responded into the radio. "34, go."

  "I got a traffic crash with injuries; 103rd and State St."

  "10-4. We're in route."

  "10-4."

  "Ugh," Maria groaned. "I hate doing traffic crash reports."

  So did Taylor, and she was happy for the first time that night that it was her turn to drive and Maria's turn to do the reports. Maria groaned again, and Taylor smiled on the inside.

  CHAPTER 8

  Creed

  Victor stifled a yawn as Kenyatta read off his scheduled appointments.

  "Maybe you should try sleeping at home sometime," she snarled.

  "Maybe you should stick to doing your job and stay out of my personal business."

  "Uhh... I'm your personal assistant. You wouldn't survive a week without me."

  "Correction, you're my executive assistant. Aaand... if I may add, your busybody ass is the exact reason why I don't have a personal assistant," Victor chuckled.

  "Hmph, like I said, you wouldn't last a week without me," Kenyatta muttered under her breath.

  Suddenly, Lisa's voice came through the intercom. "Governor Creed, you have a call waiting."

  Kena reached over his desk and pushed the intercom. "Lisa, I asked you to hold the governor's calls until we were done going over his calendar."