7 Degrees of Alpha (a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances) (20 page)

CHAPTER 17

Taylor relaxed against the pillow and moaned at the exquisite pleasure she was getting from the Victor's expert fingers. After the day she had, he was trying to alleviate her tension with a foot massage.

"It drives me crazy when you make those noises," he said in a seductive tone.

"Go crazy, baby," she teased.

Victor stood from his seated position at the foot of Taylor's bed and climbed over her. "You talked me into it," he said with a sexy smirk.

Taylor's giggle was cut short when his full lips connected to hers. She loved his lips. With them, he had loved every inch of her body. The way he kissed her was mind blowing. Taylor melted against the pillow, putting all of her concerns about work on the back burner and allowed him to take her to a better place.

Victor severed their connection, just long enough to shed them both of their clothing and grab a golden packet. But within a matter of seconds, their lips were fused together once again. He nudged her legs apart with his feet and massaged her engorged clit. Taylor’s breath hitched as he ignited a bundle of nerves. He began to place light kisses down her neck, then her chest, until he latched onto her nipple. The synchronous stimulation of her clit and nipple was driving Taylor to the brink of madness.

"Umm hmm… Yes," she groaned.

Taylor drove herself against his talented fingers until she completely shattered. She took a few seconds to recover before pushing Victor to his back. She mounted him and stared down at his beautiful green eyes, his perfectly sculpted torso, and then his big back-breaking dick and whispered, "Damn,” mainly to herself.

He smiled, exposing a beautiful set of dimples. Wanting to consume every bit of him, she lowered herself and licked his hard dick before inserting it into her mouth. She gently massaged his balls, sealed her lips around his shaft, and sucked his dick rhythmically slow.

"Damn, sweetness," he moaned. "So good, baby."

His moans became louder and the muscles in his thighs tensed. Victor's demeanor changed. He grabbed two fistfuls of Taylor's hair and aggressively guided her up and down on his dick.

"Yeah, baby!" he growled loudly, pushing harder and deeper.

To Taylor, Victor's aggression was a major turn-on. She found herself moaning and groaning along with him. She mimicked the movement of her lips and roughly stroked his dick, earning a fierce growl.

Victor released her hair and grabbed her head, stilling her movement.

"Babe, you're gonna make me cum," he warned.

"I want you to."

"Not this time, baby," he said, pulling her to straddle him.

"No, baby, I'm fucking you tonight. I wanna be inside of you, wanna feel your heat wrapped around my cock, wanna hear and feel the wetness of your tight pussy."

He raised her enough to slide inside. Taylor held her breath as she stretched to accommodate his size. Once completely impaled, she was able to exhale. Victor's hands moved to her hips, and Taylor began to ride. She rose and fell on his dick, savoring every inch of him. They fell into a synchronized push and pull that had Taylor panting uncontrollably. Victor tightened his grip on her hips and drove deeper and deeper, causing Taylor to cry out in ecstasy.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh... Gotdamn... Yesss! I'm cumming, Victor!" she screamed as she erupted.

On the verge of collapsing, her hands fell to the pillow. He grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her mouth to his. Taylor caressed his tongue with her own, moaning into his mouth as he fucked her from below. She was already climbing toward another orgasm. Victor palmed both of her breasts and toyed with her nipples, prompting Taylor to ride harder. She slammed herself down on his dick, over and over, until her own sweat was running down her back.

Tearing his mouth away from hers, Victor began sucking and licking her tits, alternating between both.

"Victor, baby, your dick is so fucking good to me," Taylor purred. "So fucking good."

"That's because this is my pussy, sweetness," he growled, before flipping her over on her back.

"This pussy belongs to me. Doesn't it, Taylor?" he grunted.

"Yes, baby," Taylor admitted.

He climbed on top and entered her quickly, positioning both of her legs over his shoulders, and the pounding commenced. Victor knew exactly how to do her; when to make love to her, and when to fuck the stress out of her. He always seemed to know what she needed, and he always gave it to her.

His thrusts frenzied.

"Dammit, baby! I'm... cu-cumming," he choked.

He slammed into her one last time and stilled. Taylor could actually feel his dick pulsing hot cum into her.

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Taylor was relaxing against Victor's chest, realizing that there was no place else that she'd rather be; not just at his penthouse, but in his arms. She rubbed the soft hairs on his chest as his fingers roamed through her hair.

"What is it with you and my hair?" she asked, breaking the silence in the room.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. You're always asking me to take it out of the ponytail, and you're always playing in it."

"I just really like it. It's different," he admitted.

Taylor was puzzled. "Different? Victor, you've been with Black women before."

"Yes, and, like I said, your hair is different."

"How?"

"Well, it's big, and well... um... feral. Sometimes, when your hair is free, you remind me of a sexier version of Pam Grier."

Taylor broke out laughing. "Victor, you got a thing for Pam Grier?"

"Shit, didn't everyone?" he chuckled.

"Yeah, Black men."

"Taylor, baby, if you think that, you're bat shit crazy," he quipped.

Of course Taylor was only teasing. She was well aware that a photo of Pam Grier was damn near every man's masturbation material, Black or White.

"So, baby, what you do think about going on our first public outing?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Huh?"

"I have to attend a charity event next week, and I'd like you to accompany me."

"What kind of charity even?"

"It's a black tie ball for Sickle Cell."

"Victoria's thing?" Taylor asked.

"That's right, you do know Victoria Storm. I almost forgot. Yes, it's her event. Her husband blackmailed me into speaking."

"Sounds like the perfect man for Victoria. She hounded me for weeks to stand in one of her bachelorette auctions one year."

"And you did it?"

"Hell yeah," she chuckled. "There ain't no telling Victoria Storm no."

"Is that so?" he asked, amused that
anyone
can force Taylor into doing something she didn't want to do.

"Yep. That was when she met her husband. He bid a million dollars for one date with her. At least I think that's how they met. Can you believe that?"

"I can," he responded, kissing the top of her head. "There's no way that I'd let someone outbid me for you."

"Ha," she joked. "What if it was Jack? He's a damn billionaire."

"Taylor, I'm not exactly poor. I would probably be a formidable opponent against Jack Storm in a bidding war. And if his bid was too high for me to beat, I'd hit my brothers up for loot. And if that didn't work, I'd just shoot him."

Taylor giggled and playfully slapped his chest.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"Why don't you ever talk about your wife?" she asked, totally changing the subject.

"Why don't you ever talk about your husband?" he asked, redirecting the question.

"I got married. I got divorced. End of story."

"I got married. She died. End of story."

She huffed, as if his reply wasn't as evasive as her own. "Victor, do you want us to know each other for real?"

"I do, Sweetness."

Taylor's eyes narrowed as she studied him. His answer was short, but he seemed sincere.

"I have an idea," he added.

"Why don't we take a road trip? My brothers are flying in in a few weeks. My family has a lake house in Benton Harbor, Michigan. They've planned a family getaway. It's a couple hour’s drive, so we can talk about all the stuff that we’ ve never talked about."

Taylor couldn't hide her surprise. "You want me to meet your family?"

"Yes, of course. Taylor, you’re the woman in my life. I never thought I'd feel like this, but, I want my brothers to get on your nerves, just like they get on mine, and I want my mother to gossip and share old recipes with you."

Taylor climbed on top of his big body. "Damn, I'm really in a relationship with the governor, huh?"

"Yeah, sweetness. You're the governor's lady," he confirmed with a kiss to her lips. "The time for hiding is over. You're mine, and I want the world to know."

"Why?" she asked.

"It's simple, really. I don't want any other asshole thinking for one minute that he can have you. That ass is mine," he responded with a sexy smirk.

"Well, you are now in possession of a whole lot of ass," she joked, cuffing her own behind.

Covering her hands with his, he confirmed, “That I am.”

CHAPTER 18

Taylor stood in front of the garage as the door raised and waited for her baby to come into view; her black and yellow Ducati Monster. It was warm out, but not too hot, a perfect day for riding.

She walked her bike out of the garage and closed the garage door. Taylor adjusted her leather shin guard and threw her leg over the bike. When she kicked the motor, she could instantly feel the powerful hum between her thighs. The vibrations were exhilarating. She slid her helmet over her head and eased out her driveway.

Once on the street, she kicked it up a couple of gears and picked up speed. While riding through street traffic, Taylor kept a moderate speed. But when she hit the expressway, she was able to open it up and truly ride the Monster. She weaved between the cars until she made it downtown.

It was lunchtime and there was a lot of traffic downtown. She was meeting Victor at his apartment for lunch, and she arrived just as he was. He exited the back seat of a dark SUV in a crisp black suit. His thick dark hair was blowing in the wind, and his beautiful green eyes were covered by dark shades. Victor exuded nothing but power and masculinity. Everything about him screamed “MAN.” He was a sight to see.

Taylor pulled behind the SUV and killed the engine. She kicked out the stand and pulled off her helmet. Victor narrowed his eyes and studied Taylor, making sure that it was really her.

After climbing off the bike, she dropped her helmet on the seat and walked over to him. He leaned down and gave her a soft peck.

"You never seize to amaze me, young lady," he told her, patting her leather clad ass.

"Alright now, you better cut that out before it winds up on the front page of the paper," Taylor warned with a giggle.

"Fuck the paper," he said, giving her another swat. "How much time we got?"

"I gotta be at work at four."

"That gives us a couple of hours. Let's go," he ordered, pulling her toward Storm Tower.

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Taylor rode in silence, thinking about the way that Victor had put it on her earlier that day. She and Maria were patrolling their beat. There was still tension at work, but Taylor and Maria thankfully hadn't had any more dead rodents planted in their squad car. They were actually having a peaceful and uneventful night, no strange calls all night. But that didn't mean that Taylor didn't have concerns. Maria seemed to be down all week. She just wasn't her fiery, vibrant self. She hadn't gushed over her family, and whenever Taylor brought them up, Maria would grunt and become obviously dismissive.

"What's the deal, Maria?" Taylor asked, breaking the silence. "What's up with you?"

"Huh? I'm good."

"Naw, uh uh, don't do that. I know you, and you haven't been yourself. What's going on?"

Tears began to fall as Maria pulled to the curb. Taylor grasped her shoulder gently, wanting to bring comfort to her friend.

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Michael wants a divorce," she blurted.

Taylor gasped. "What? No!... But y'all seemed so happy."

"I thought we were happy. That is until he came home from work and asked me for a divorce."

Taylor clasped Maria's hand. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"So you didn't see this coming at all?" Taylor asked.

"No," she sobbed. "I thought we had a great marriage; thought we were in love, Taylor.

"Did he say why?"

Maria dropped her head in shame as her tears flowed freely. Taylor had never once seen her friend cry. Seeing her in that state was causing tears to well in her own eyes.

"He said that he was in love with another woman."

"No, Maria. Are you serious?"

Maria nodded.

"That bastard!" Taylor hissed.

"Said the hours I work left him lonely. Said he has needs. Taylor, I swear to God that I fucked that man every time he wanted it. It didn't matter how tired I was, I made sure that he was taken care of. I made sure that he and the girls always had a home cooked meal, clean clothes, and a lot of love."

"I know you did, Maria."

"How could he do this to me?!" Maria cried.

Confined in the car, Taylor managed to wrap an arm around Maria's shoulder and pulled her as close as she could.

"I tried to be a good wife; tried to make him happy," Maria whimpered.

"Maria, you are a good wife. He's an asshole to leave you and the girls. He's using your job as an excuse to justify himself for fucking some other chick. Don't you dare blame yourself for his bullshit."

Maria nodded and wiped the tears from her face.

"Head back to the station. We’re leaving early today," Taylor told her.

"Why?"

"Because we're gonna get drunk. No, not drunk, but slapped, twisted, shit-faced, fucked up. I mean straight up white girl wasted. You down for that?"

"Hell yeah," Maria murmured, forcing a smile.