7 Degrees of Alpha (a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances) (29 page)

“Drew,” she whispered against his lips.

This is happening. Oh my. This is indeed happening,
she thought
.

Andrew growled and walked her to the nearest wall. Once her back was up against the cold wallpapered surface, he greedily pulled her shirt and bra up, revealing the beautiful balls-throbbing-sight that almost made him explode in his briefs. He moved her body further up his chest and didn’t waste time as he insatiably took one of her supple perked nipples into his greedy mouth.

“Have mercy,” she told herself as she closed her eyes and let this man take from her body whatever he wanted.

She grinded against him, feeling the need between her thighs grow. Her lips pulsed greedily, hoping
his
lips wouldn’t forget their hidden existence, longing for the feel of him skin to skin.

“Andrew, please…,” she panted softly, while keeping a tight hold of his hair.

Andrew sucked, pulled and played with each nipple. Hearing Nyla moan, thrash and call his name over and over again only fueled him to do more, to claim more.

He
needed
more.

Andrew brought her bruised lips to his and kissed her again, slower this time. Shit was about to get interesting, and he wanted her to know first and foremost how out of control he was, but at the same time show how desperately he wanted and needed her. This wasn’t something that he wanted to end after tonight. She was his, and he had no doubt in his mind that he would be hers.

Feeling that things had escalated to another level, Nyla undid her legs from around his waist and slid down his torso. She surveyed her mind, waiting for that voice to tell her to escape now while she could, but she heard nothing. In fact, her heart pulled her closer to him. She wanted more of him. So help her, if she didn’t have him, she didn’t know what she would do.

Andrew, seeing the desperation in her eyes moved back from her body slightly, giving himself just enough room to unbutton her jeans.

“Are you soaked for me?” he asked, panting slightly as he unzipped and spread the top of her jeans apart.

He groaned just as he pushed his hand down the front of her pants until his fingers touched her slick warm folds. Nyla gripped his arms tight at the sudden invasion.

“Shit, baby,” he breathed as he teased her swollen lips with just a finger, lightly grazing her swollen clit up and down, feeling her body shudder with every sweep. He circled slowly, determined to tease, to build, to drive her insane.

She started to moan, a sound that drove him to tease her more. The sound of his name floated sensually from her lips and caused his dick to scream for release. Damn, he needed more. He pushed one finger, then two inside of her channel and was rewarded enormously by the clamping of her walls against his fingers. Her grip on him was so tight that her pussy seemed to not want to let him go.

Andrew slid his other hand around to the back of her head, gripping her tight as he took her pussy with just his fingers. He salaciously moved in and out of her, determined to make her lose her mind, burning with the need to taste her desires on his tongue.

“Oh, yes,” she cried passionately, keeping her eyes on his, watching him lose control with just his fingers inside of her. “Yes, Drew. Oh, please, baby… Oh, yes. Please…” She bit her bottom lip and moaned slowly, letting her head lull back. She was building. She felt it in the pits of her stomach.

She started circling her hips against him, tightening her walls even further.

“Fuck, Nyla,” he panted and pulled his fingers hastily from her precious sweetness.

He gripped the sides of her pants and pulled them down from her waist just as he walked her backwards. He lowered her as easy as he could onto his couch and quickly brought her panties and jeans to her ankles.

From that point, he was gone. No longer was he showing control. No longer was he showing restraint. No longer could he wait. Fuck removing her clothes the rest of the way. Fuck removing her shoes. He pushed her legs up and back, touching her knees to the couch, a spot just above her shoulders. She was sprawled out for him and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She looked so fucking sexy, just as he imagined she would. The moistened lips that he’d been teasing, that he’d been drumming, were smiling back up at him, calling for him to lap every single drop of her juices.

Nyla tried to push herself up, releasing her from the way he had her pinned to the back of the couch, but he wasn’t having it.

“I have to taste you, baby; I have to. If I don’t, I’m going to fucking lose it,” he declared miserably as if he felt a pain so strong that it would destroy him.

Before Nyla could respond, Andrew moved his head between her thighs, resting the back of her knees on his shoulders and buried his face in between her folds. Nyla gasped loudly as his tongue swept against her clit, instantly threading her fingers tightly in his hair.

“Yes, baby, I love when you do that. Hold on to me, baby,” he announced right before he ravaged her pussy like a sustenance deprived beast hungry to survive.

She had never in her life been ravaged this way before. She’d been with a couple of men in her life, and they all had gone down on her, but it was never like this. They never savored her, they never claimed her the way that Andrew was right now.

She tried to bite her screams, but it was impossible. Andrew didn’t let her. He went in on her with abandonment, with a voracity that even he had never felt. And when she came, when he drank her desires, he knew there would never be another woman that would bring him to his knees like this one.

“Off, Andrew,” Nyla growled, grabbing his shirt, then his t-shirt, and pulling them away from his body. “Now, Andrew, Take it off now… Please, baby. Oh, please, Drew…” she began to beg.

He didn’t listen. He could feel her building again. He could sense that she was just on the verge of…

“Ohhh my fucking… Baby… Ahhhh!” she screamed as her orgasm gripped her whole body while she exploded. She sat up after she gathered herself, trying to push him away from her and declared with a pained voice of her own, “If you don’t take your fucking clothes off this minute, I will rip them off myself.”

Andrew couldn’t help but release the hold he had on her clit and laugh.

Nyla brought both of her hands to his face and pulled him closer. She kept her eyes locked on his dark, hooded blue ones and for the first time saw some specks of red in his irises.

“How long are you going to make me wait?” she asked him. “I need to feel you inside me, baby.”

“Well, that will depend on how long you can get your ass dressed and in my car.”

Her eyes bulged. “What?”

Andrew touched her lips with a lone finger before he told her, “Baby, I will not take you for the first time on my fucking office couch. I’ve been waiting for this moment for too damn long. I plan to have you naked, sprawled and panting for my cock in my bed. I want to take my time and cherish this beautiful hungry pussy of yours.”

Nyla shook her head. “Damn, you’re sexy.”

He grinned and leaned into her just to get another taste of
his woman
. He then reluctantly moved from between her thighs, his heaven, and pushed her panties back up before he helped her with her jeans.

“Do you have a restroom close by?” she asked, shyness quickly taking hold of her.

“Yeah,” he stood, not caring if she saw the tent in his slacks, and pulled her up. He guided her to a door on the other side of his office, opened it and turned on the light.

She smiled and was about to thank him when she heard her phone ringing in her jacket. Andrew moved to retrieve her jacket that was still lying on the floor and brought it to her. Nyla pulled out her phone and saw that it was Dee Dee. Nyla had asked Dee Dee if she could watch Se’Nya for a few, while she came to speak with Andrew about her case.  She told her it wouldn’t be long but after what just happened, she thought of asking if she could stay
just
a little longer.

“Hey, girl,” she answered. “Is Se’Nya okay?”

“Not sure, honey. She’s fussier than when you typically leave her with me. She felt a little warm, so I took her temp, and it was hitting close to the hundred mark. I gave her some baby Tylenol, but you know ain’t nothing like mama’s arms.”

Nyla looked into Andrew’s eyes as she spoke on her phone. “Okay, girl. I’m on my way.” She hung up and looked apologetically at Andrew.

Andrew feeling her apprehension asked, “Is everything all right with Se’Nya?”

“I’m not sure. She has a temp of about hundred.”

Andrew’s eyebrows rose. “Seriously? Do you need to take her to the ER?”

Nyla shook her head as she reached behind her and clasped her bra back. “I don’t think so. She’s had fevers before from a cold or an ear infection. I’ll call the doctor on my way home and see if he wants to see her.”

“What can I do?” he asked her.

She smiled and touched his face. Just hearing him offer his help warmed her. “Nothing, but thank you for offering.”

“Nyla…,” he began as he placed both of his hands on her face. “Anything you need, don’t hesitate to let me know, understand?”

“Andrew, that’s sweet of you. You are doing too much as it is.”

“I disagree. Let me lock up my office and walk you down to your car.”

She waited as he grabbed his jacket, some papers from his desk, briefcase and turned off his office light. He reached for her hand and guided her through his office to the bank of elevators. He kept her close to him as they rode down.

“Where are you parked?” he asked her.

She told him that she parked outside of the building on the street and he directed her out of the elevator, passed the overnight security and out the front door.

“Call me when you get home,” he told her, kissed her chastely, and stepped back as she got inside of her car.

As Nyla watched Andrew disappear in her rearview mirror, she couldn’t help the huge grin that transformed her face. What had both happened and almost happened was unbelievable and completely surprising. Her reason to see him had everything to do with her case and nothing with her sexual fantasies about doing lustful and ravenous things to him or even what he could potentially do to her.

She was elated that he was single. She was excited that he ended up having the same type of feelings for her as she had for him. What made her smile and happiness fade was her case. Would he be able to be with her
and
represent her too?

“Shit.”

She couldn’t worry about it now. She needed to get to her baby, then figure out how to talk to Andrew about him representing her. She didn’t want it to look like she was giving him sexual favors for his help. Maybe a payment plan or something could work. She laughed out loud and shook her head.

Yeah right. I can only imagine what he would take for payment of his services.

And, oh, what services it was.

He was a silver-tongued devil on all fronts. He was definitely skillful and remarkable. She wanted to know what else he was remarkable at doing, but as she thought about it further, she wondered if they could mix business with pleasure. Would it be a conflict of interest? Would she be able to hold back her need for him to touch her again to kiss her, taste her?

“Hell no!”

The moment Andrew made it home from seeing Nyla at his office, he tore off his clothes, took a cold shower, and tried to take his mind off of what had just happened.

However, as he collapsed on his bed, naked, his mind went back to the feeling of her lips. He reminded himself of how soft they felt, how expertly her tongue moved with his. It was rhythmic, sultry and fucking hot as hell. When he finally got his hands and lips on her body, on her breasts, it was just as he knew it would be. She felt incredible against his touch. Her skin was soft and warm. Her curves drove him insane, and he couldn’t slow down from feeling and tasting more of her.

Just thinking about her, her body, her scent, had his dick hard as a rock.  The soft way that she moaned into his mouth, how she grinded her body in time with his tongue, drove him crazy and was doing a number on him now. He started stroking himself slowly, closing his eyes and picturing Nyla, how fucking good she tasted, how wet she was for him, how she clamped tight against his fingers, his tongue.  He remembered how soft her skin was when he touched her, how her smile would light up…

Yes, there it is,
he said to himself as his hand moved faster and faster. He licked his lips still tasting her on his upper lip as the scent of her desires still resonated on him, in his nose, in his mouth, in his soul.  She was what he wanted. She was what he needed. She was…

“Fuck!” he yelled, as me moved faster and faster until finally… temporary sensual bliss.

Andrew laid there a moment, cum dripping down his stomach, threatening to drip on his sheets.  His breath was coming fast, heart beating out of control, but he had the largest smile plastered on his face. He got up, careful not to lose his boys on his sheets and cleaned himself off.

If he didn’t get to her soon, he and his right hand were about to be best buddies and that hadn’t happened since middle school. When he lay back down on his bed, he reached for his phone. He noticed he missed her call while he was in the shower, but she texted him that she made it home safely. As he stared at her message he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he heard her voice. Hoping she’d still be up, he looked up her number and pressed the call button.

“Hello,” a soft voice answered.

He closed his eyes and practically melted in his pillow at the pure sound of her voice. “Hey, it’s A.P. or …Um…It’s Andrew.”

She chuckled softly and his dick twitched.

Fuck!

“Yes, I know who this is. Your name is programmed in my phone; besides, I know your voice.”

“I hope you don’t have my number under asshole,” he said both jokingly and seriously.

Nyla chuckled again. “No, I have you under Drew.”

“Screw you?”

“No, silly.
Drew
,” she laughed.

He grinned and closed his eyes feeling as giddy as a high school boy finally talking to the girl he’d been crushing on since forever.  He draped his arm over his eyes and asked, “Do you have a moment to talk?”

“Yes, I’m just lying in the bed. I’ve been having a little difficulty falling asleep.”

His eyebrow rose, hearing the hidden message in the inflection of her voice. “Really? Thinking of me?”

A soft, “Yes,” came breathy and low from her, and Andrew almost told her that he was on his way to her.

Instead, he said simply, “Good, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first day we’ve met.”

Silence greeted him, but he expected it. For him, the shit that was happening between them was getting deeper by the seconds, and he didn’t care. It was about time.

Breaking the silence, he asked, “How’s Se’Nya?”

She sighed, “She’s better. Her temp is down, and I finally got her to sleep. Hopefully it breaks tomorrow and I don’t have to take her to the doctors.” 

She proceeded to tell him all about Se’Nya as he got comfortable in his bed. He listened intently, asking questions when he needed to, but other than that he just listed to this woman express to him how much she loved her daughter. It made him smile, but it also made his heart ache for what could have been.

“Drew?” she called to him after he failed to answer her question.

“Yes? Sorry, sweetheart. What did you say?”

“I asked you to tell me more about you. Considering you know more about me than most- Hell, more than a lot - I just wanted to know more about Andrew Pierce.”

He chuckled. “What do you want to know?”

“I don’t know. Everything. Tell me about your parents. Do you have any siblings? What made you become a lawyer? You know, stuff like that.”

“Okay, well, my parents are still living.  They live on the outskirts of town. I have one sister who’s older, way older, so we don’t have that much of a connection and six brothers.”

“Dang, six brothers?” Nyla asked.

“Well, they aren’t biological, but they are as close to me as brothers could be.”

“Oh, okay. Are they like your foster brothers or something?”

“Something like that, yes. What about you?”

“Me? Well, it’s sort of like you, except I’m on the opposite side of things. I was the foster sister of some. I don’t really know what happened to my parents. The earliest I remember is being raised by my grandmother, but she died suddenly, and I was placed in the system. My foster families didn’t have any back stories about me, and I tried to find out all I could about my family but didn’t have any luck.”

Andrew sat up a little and placed his pillows behind his back and head. “Hey, I can probably help you with that.”

“Really? How?” she asked him.

“A few of my brothers are in law enforcement. They would have the means of locating anyone. If you have your grandmother’s name and where she used to live, they could probably get you the info you need.”

“Seriously? And you don’t mind asking them for me?”

He could practically feel her excitement and hope through the phone. Hearing her happiness made his chest swell. He knew there wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for this woman, and he almost told her this.

Again, he kept those feelings to himself and replied, “No, I don’t mind, and they wouldn’t mind doing it either. Just let me know.” 

Smiling, she answered, “Thank you. I will.”

There was a slight pause before Nyla confessed. “Andrew, I don’t know if I said this to you already, but I really appreciate you helping me with Robert. This situation between him and me is really screwed up, and I hate that Se’Nya is caught in the middle of everything.”

“Hey, I’m just glad I was in the right place at the right time, that’s all. Don’t worry about anything Nyla.”

“I’ll try not to,” she told him. She then asked hesitantly, “Do you… um… know what happened between him and me? Well, I’m sure you have considering who Robert is.”

“No, actually I hadn’t heard anything before I took your case. But yeah, I know a little now, and I guessed the rest.”

She groaned, almost as sexy as she had earlier. “I must sound like an idiot to you or something else entirely.”

“Neither actually. You didn’t deserve to be treated the way you did by Robert and his bitch of a wife. Remember, I know Robert. I know how much of an idiot
he
is; I know how much of a
pussy
he is.”

“But you had to have heard the rumors that I was ‘sleeping around with a married man knowingly and that I trapped him’.”

He sighed, biting back the sudden surge of anger that was rising within him. “Yes, I’ve heard that, but I don’t believe it. I think Robert sold you a dream, and you had no choice but to accept it. I think he used you for whatever he wanted, and when he realized how special you were, how he didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you, he let you go.  I know his punk ass never told you that he was married. If he had, you wouldn’t have given him a second thought, and that would have fucked with his self-esteem.”

Nyla lay on her back and looked up at her ceiling. “Yeah, well, tell that to his wife.  She’s called me everything but a child of God in the press and to anyone who’ll listen. I hadn’t been in this city for that long, only about four years now, but I had heard of the Downs. However, I didn’t know Robert was the son of the great Richard Downs. The day I met him, I had no idea who he was. He told me his name was Robert Manns. I knew he was a business man, but that was about it.” She sighed through the phone, remembering how stupid she felt when she realized Robert’s real name was Robert Mansfield Downs. “I tell you, that man put me through a lot. I want to say I wish I never met him, but that would mean I wouldn’t have Se’Nya, and she’s such a gift.”

Andrew internally sighed. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was glad to hear all of this from her. It just solidified what his heart was telling him.

“Yes, she is,” he told her. “And she deserves the best. Again, don’t worry about him. I’ll take care of everything. Now, enough about him. Tell me what you’re wearing.”

Nyla laughed aloud and quickly covered her mouth, hoping she didn’t wake Se’Nya.

“You are such a perv,” she replied, her cheeks burning from smiling so much.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea.”

Andrew kept Nyla on the phone for as long as he could, asking her about her life, her likes, and dislikes. He wanted to get to know everything he could about this woman. He told her about himself but never brought up Mikaliah.

Not yet
, he told himself.
But soon.

When he finally hung up, he needed to take another cold shower before he was finally able to sleep.