Bad Boy Alphas Collection Page 3

  “I don’t know how deep the cut is, but you should press down on it to staunch the bleeding,” he instructed.

  “Okay.” I nodded.

  Neither of us tried to leave the position we were in, and soon his breathing changed as did mine. I could feel his arms on either side of me, but he made no move to place them on me again whether it was out of respect, or because of the position we were in, I couldn’t tell.

  “Lexi?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Are you not wearing your sweater anymore?”

  “No, it was too hot, and I took it off.” My voice came out sounding slightly puzzled. “Why?”

  “I can feel your breasts pressed up against me,” he said, gruffly.

  I swallowed thickly as I made to move backwards. “I’m sorry.”

  “I never said I didn’t like it,” he responded.

  “Oh.”

  I was in a dark room with a stranger I’d fantasized about more times than I can count, we were chest to chest, and practically naked from the top up. He was making a pass at me, and all I could say was ‘Oh’?

  Seriously brain?

  Wake up and get it together.

  “God, you smell so good,” his voice rumbled in my ear.

  My heart was caught in my chest. “So do you.”

  I felt him smile. “You’ve never been in a position like this before, have you?”

  “You mean in a dark small room, or pressed up half naked against a total stranger?” I asked, huskily.

  I felt his chest rumble against mine, sending goosebumps rise up and down my flesh. “The latter.”

  “Can’t say that I have,” I murmured as I let my hands trail over the smooth expanse of his chest. I couldn’t see a thing, but I would’ve loved to see the smooth slopes and hard abs for myself. Maybe even run my tongue across it.

  I was glad that it was dark so that he could not see how my face flamed at the direction my thoughts were going. Evan held very still beneath my touch, almost as if he were afraid that any sudden movement would send me scurrying.

  When his fingers began to graze my bare shoulders, a soft moan escaped my lips. Encouraged, he slipped the straps of my tank top down, so that it was around my waist.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t,” I said, hoarsely, my voice tinged with lust.

  Oh, who was I kidding?

  We definitely should.

  Common sense be damned.

  Shut up logic, I deserve this!

  So what if I want to have a little fun in a dark room where nobody will know anything? I’m not hurting anybody, and we are two consensual adults.

  “Why not?” he asked, his mouth pressed to the vein in my neck.

  “We hardly know each other,” I squeaked as his tongue darted out and began to lick a path from my vein to my ears.

  “And that bothers you?” he growled against my skin.

  “A little,” I admitted breathlessly as my hands came up his shoulders and clutched him tightly. Evan pulled back a little and had his shirt off and over his head as he yanked me closer.

  His body was hot to the touch, and I had no idea if it was because of the confined space, the situation we were in, or if that was just who he was, but I was enjoying it regardless.

  I shivered as I felt his hand brush the hook of my bra and lay there. “I’ve wanted you from the minute I set my eyes on you, but I can stop right now if you want me to, but I sense you don’t want me to. So the question is, yes or no?”

  The question hung between us. There it was. My chance to back out, and be a sensible woman who lusted after Evan from afar. Something about the ease with which he navigated this situation told me that Evan wasn’t your ordinary run of the mill man. He was a man who was obviously used to taking charge, and getting his way.

  And I’ll be damned if that didn’t turn me on.

  Something about his aggressively alpha attitude awakened something within me though I had never particularly considered myself a fan of such an attitude.

  I shook my head quickly before I changed my mind. A minute later he had my bra unhooked, and my breasts spilled out. I gasped when he buried his face in them, and my earlier thought regarding his beard re-entered my mind.

  It was slightly scratchy, but it felt great against my skin, and I arched my back to give him better access as my legs wrapped themselves tightly around him.

  “You have gorgeous tits, Lexi, and I want to take the time to appreciate them properly,” Evan admitted as he began to lick around the nub causing flashes of desire to careen throughout my body. Once he was done with one breast, he moved onto the other, and my hands moved, so that they were entangled in his hair.

  “Mmmm,” I responded as the lower half of my body began to grow warm.

  “I only wish the lights were on, so I could see the look on your face,” Evan whispered next to my ear.

  “Why?”

  “That beautiful face, damn. What I would give to see it looking at me with open desire.”

  I swallowed heavily. “Evan, I—what if somebody walks in?”

  “Let them walk in. I don’t care.”

  “You really don’t, do you?”

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Lexi, but here’s one thing I can tell you. If I want something, I will go for it unapologetically, and I will make no excuses.”

  He began to flick my nipples with his fingers as his hand traveled down my back and rested over my ass. “Right now, I want you.”

  “I want you too,” I blurted out.

  I must’ve been dreaming.

  Real life rarely played out like this, and if I were truly at work, I would never let myself be caught in a compromising position like this. It would most likely end up with me getting fired, and I didn’t want that.

  All these thoughts raced through my head, but I couldn’t seem to find it in me to spare more than a cursory thought as my fingers began to familiarize themselves with his back. When he lowered his mouth over one of my breasts, my hands dug into his back, and I tried not to throw my head back and groan.

  The sound of his quiet panting sent my stomach into knots, and my legs tightened reflexively. One of my hands went around and traveled down over his stomach and stopped over the buttons of his jeans. I cupped him in my hands, and I had the satisfaction of hearing him growl against me.

  “If you play with fire, you’re going to get burned,” He said, his voice dangerously seductive.

  “I don’t care.”

  “Be careful what you wish for, Lexi. I’m not a knight in shining armor.”

  “I’m not a damsel in distress,” I countered, hotly as I stopped what I was doing and glared at him.

  “I don’t know why, but I think I feel you scowling at me right now.”

  “You bet your ass I am. You can’t tell me what I want, or don’t want. You don’t know me.”

  “You don’t know me either,” he pointed out.

  Fair point.

  I froze as I heard noises at the end of the hallway. I tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he wasn’t letting me go.

  “Evan, you need to let me go,” I hissed.

  “Why?” he drawled. “I told you I don’t care what people think. We aren’t doing anything wrong.”

  “I work here, okay? And I love my job,” I argued.

  He stared at me for a beat before he released me, and I hastily lifted up my tank top and slipped on my sweater. I scurried to the furthest corner of the room with my heart thundering in my chest as I tried to rearrange my hair to cover my face.

  “We’re far from finished here, Roxanna. I will have you in my bed,” he promised, quietly.

  The door opened a minute later, and light flooded the room. I winced against the intrusion.

  “Thank God you guys are okay,” Leanna exclaimed. “When you took too long, I realized there was a power outage, and we’ve been looking for the problem ever since.”

  “Is everything alright here?” the head of security asked, his gaze sw
inging between the two of us like a pendulum.

  I had no idea what expression was on his face because I carefully avoided looking at him, but before I could come up with a response, Evan swooped in.

  “Everything’s great,” he said, smoothly his eyes on me boring holes into the side of my head, and leaving scorching heat in their wake.

  *****

  “You did what?” Leanna’s voice rose, and some people turned to look. I looked at her in exasperation as I covered her mouth with both my hands.

  “Shhh,” I warned her. “Remember I told you to keep it down?”

  Leanna’s eyes widened as she nodded. “I’m sorry. I got carried away, but did you just say you almost slept with Evan Hawkins?”

  “Why don’t you say that a little louder Lea, the people in the back didn’t hear you,” I glowered at her as she rolled her eyes at me.

  “If they did, they would totally be jealous, I had no idea you were this wild,” she teased as she nudged her shoulder against mine.

  “It wasn’t planned,” I muttered, defensively. “It just kind of happened.”

  “Uh huh, you two just accidentally ended up being half naked with your bodies pressed against each other in a dark room.”

  “Yes.”

  “You do realize what this sounds like, right?”

  “You’re going to go ahead and tell me, aren’t you?”

  “Yup, it’s total bullshit. You want him, and he clearly wants you, so what’s the issue here?”

  “We barely know each other, and the second we’re in a dark room together unsupervised, we start going at it like horny teenagers. We barely even had a proper conversation first,” I pointed out.

  I may have been familiar with my body, and what I desired, and the last thing I wanted was to get my heart broken again, but I wasn’t looking to get entangled with a guy who seemed like he lived on the edge. That seemed like a very bad way to get into trouble.

  “So, what? Sometimes you meet someone, and you like them, but you don’t get the flowers and hearts stage.”

  “I don’t know, Lea. Have you seen him? He might be sexy as hell, but he also seems like the dominant sort with tattoos up and down his arm like that.”

  “I never pegged you for the judgmental type, Lexi. Come on. So he’s a bad boy, you might end up liking that sort of thing.” She gave me a saucy wink. “You can get down and dirty in between the sheets.”

  My face turned beet red as I began to slip my jacket on. I shook my head at Leanna as she followed suit, and we fell into step beside each other.

  “I don’t think I want to.”

  “Honey, trust me you want to. I saw the look on your face afterwards. You were practically salivating. Besides, you never know if it’s your thing or not if you haven’t tried it.”

  I stopped walking as it suddenly dawned on me that I had forgotten something.

  My bra!

  “Lea, I think I forgot my bra in there,” I whispered as my face colored all over again.

  Leanna began to snicker. “Well, well, well. You’re going to have a hard time explaining that one to the maintenance crew.”

  “Shut up, I need to go back and get it.” I turned on my heel before Leanna dragged me back by my collar.

  “What?” I asked, irritation seeping into my tone. I had to get there before anybody else discovered it otherwise I was in deep shit.

  “Look,” She cocked her head to the side, and I struggled to see what she was looking at in the beginning, but then I spotted Evan standing a few feet away with a smug look on his face.

  “What’s he doing?” I asked as he began to mime something.

  “I think he’s…oh, oh!” Leanna doubled over and began to laugh. “This message is definitely meant for you.”

  “I don’t get it. What’s he saying?”

  “I think he’s saying he’s got your bra, and if you want it then come and get it,” Leanna translated as she waggled her eyebrows at me suggestively.

  “Why that little…” I marched over to where he was standing, and he still gave me a smug look as he lazily let his eyes trail over my body.

  It was hard meeting his gaze under the street light given what had transpired between us, but I forced myself not to flinch in embarrassment.

  “You have something of mine,” I demanded.

  “Do I? I had thought to keep it as a memento.”

  “That’s not funny, give it back.” I held out my hand. He grabbed my wrist in his and began to stroke my pressure point softly.

  “I plan on giving you a lot of things, Lexi. I’ll be seeing you around.”

  He turned on his heel and left me staring there with my mouth slightly open.

  Chapter Three

  I had no idea what in the world possessed me to do that.

  I normally didn’t have to take a woman’s bra to ensure that she would find me again. I didn’t have a problem in that department at all.

  Even in spite of my two-year, self-imposed celibacy. There had been many times when I considered retracting that decision, and there were opportunities that presented themselves to me, but I had no desire to.

  Until I met her.

  I knew from the minute our eyes locked across the room months ago that she was something special. I had no idea how I knew, and it sounded like some corny shit to me when I first felt it, but then I felt compelled to seek her out specifically.

  She was the first woman in a long time who looked at me as more than just a body. When she gazed at me with those hazel eyes with flecks of gold around the irises, I knew I was in trouble.

  With her dark locks and her tan skin, she was definitely my type too. I tended to gravitate towards those who looked like Latinas, and she was no exception.

  However, I wasn’t looking for anything, not even a fling, and something told me that she would be bad news. I tried to stay as remote as possible during our photoshoots, but the truth was, it took everything I had to just sit there and pretend to be indifferent.

  Once her eyes got behind the lens, I felt like she was able to see right through me as if she had some kind of superpower.

  There was no denying that I was insanely attracted to this woman, and there were moments when I thought she was attracted to me, but I couldn’t tell for sure. Not that I had the time nor the luxury to find out.

  It was something that I had given up on a long time ago, and I needed to remember that. Truth be told, I really didn’t need that many pictures. I just wanted an excuse to see her and talk to her, however briefly, every couple of weeks.

  I could tell that she was surprised at first that I went straight to her when a lot of the other women were trying to signal to me, but it was the fact that she wasn’t trying hard that drew my attention.

  When our eyes met for the first time, she hastily looked away and continued what she was trying to do on her laptop. Everybody else maintained eye contact for longer than was necessary to the point where it became uncomfortable.

  I liked that she was different. She was obviously dedicated to her job, and I respect that. It wasn’t until she smiled at me that I knew I was done for.

  And once she stood up to lead me to the photographing room, my dick throbbed in desire as I watched her ass swing from side to the side. I had to ball my hands into fists to keep from reaching out and feeling her pressed against me.

  Not only would that have been an unwanted advance at the time, but I also wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to peel her apart layer by layer until she was completely naked and panting for me then I would thrust into her over and over until she could feel nobody else.

  I had never before been hit with a surge of desire that was so powerful, and it took every ounce of self-control I had to keep it in check. When I moved into the mountains, I swore that I was done with pursuing women.

  I had no problems sticking to that particular vow until now. Until her.

  The first time she took me to that room, I was sitting on the chair trying to get c
omfortable when all of a sudden, she bent over to pick something up. Seeing her in that position sent all sorts of vivid imagery going through my brain, and I pictured myself walking up to her and pressing myself to her from behind.

  What would her reaction be? What would she feel like? More importantly, what would she taste like?

  I imagined it was something sweet yet slightly sour, and I desperately wanted to find out, but the memory of what I’d been through kept me from doing anything. So instead, I continued to ogle her whenever I got the chance, and I kept showing up for pictures even though I didn’t say much.

  It wasn’t because I didn’t want to talk to her. If there was anyone who could make me go back out into the world, I had a feeling it would be Lexi. I’d seen her with other customers, and she had this smile that made you feel special, a way of looking at you that made you feel like you had her full attention.

  She was just one of those people, and that was one of the reasons why I should’ve stayed far away, but I couldn’t seem to make myself.

  The day would come when I would have to, but that day was not today.

  Not after what transpired in that room.

  I’d picture how she would taste and feel a thousand times in my head, but now that I’d actually gotten to experience that, it was nothing like I’d imagined.

  It was better.

  I got to run my fingers over her smooth curves, and I got to cup her ass which I had pictured spanking so many times. When she shuddered against me as we finally kissed, I wanted to tear her clothes off right then and there and hear her scream out in pleasure as I rammed into her.

  It wasn’t just that though.

  When I sensed how nervous she was, there was a part of me that wanted to comfort her. I wanted to gather her in my arms and stroke her hair until she calmed down.

  Which was very confusing.

  I was not a tender man, not by any stretch of the imagination.

  Not anymore at any case.

  I liked to be in charge in bed and in life, so I didn’t understand what kind of power this brunette had over me that I would consider turning my back on the vow I’d made.