Taming the Alpha (5 page)

While she was uncertain about their future or even the definition of their relationship, she knew without a doubt he’d never physically hurt her. He’d brought her so much physical pleasure since they started seeing each other sometimes it still amazed her how fast she climaxed under his touch.

As she neared the passenger side, the corner of Grant’s mouth pulled up slightly. As if he could hear her thoughts. Which was crazy. But sometimes she swore he simply knew how turned on she was even when she didn’t say a word. It was absolutely maddening.

After he opened her door, he surprised her by leaning over and strapping her in. When he pulled back, his mouth barely grazed hers. Her eyes widened but he simply drew away and shut the door behind her.

Her lips tingled with more awareness but he didn’t seem all that affected. She swallowed hard as he rounded the truck. How he could get her so hot by doing practically nothing…she suppressed a shiver and crossed her legs. Anything to try to get rid of the growing ache between her thighs.

She turned on the radio as he steered out of the parking lot then leaned back and closed her eyes. If she didn’t look at him or talk to him, she’d be able to think. Or at least keep a grip on her chaotic emotions. Other than the radio, the ride was quiet.

The sound of the engine shutting off made her eyes fly open. They were already at her house. She shook her head and realized she might have actually dozed off for a few minutes.

When she looked over at Grant, she saw something in his eyes she’d never seen before. It almost looked like vulnerability. Like he was nervous. Which was insane. Still, it tugged at her heart. “Stay with me tonight.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself or even think about what she was saying.

Grant didn’t respond. Just growled low in his throat and reached for her seatbelt. Before she could move or react, he’d unsnapped her belt and dragged her across the bench seat until she was straddling him.

Even with the barriers of clothing separating them, the feel of his cock pressing against her pussy made her moan. He shifted slightly so that his erection rubbed right over her pulsing clit.

His mouth covered hers almost brutally. As their tongues clashed in a hungry frenzy, Grant’s hands slid up her bare thighs and under her dress until he roughly grabbed her sides of her thong.

She heard the snap of the thin material before she felt it break apart. Then he was cupping her mound with one of his rough, calloused hands. As he slowly rubbed his palm over her wet pussy, she reached between them and grappled with his belt and button.

Before she could free his cock, he grabbed her wrists with one of his hands in an unforgiving grip and held them together.

Breathing hard, she tore her mouth from his and stared at him. “What are you doing?”

“Not yet.”

“Wh—”

“I don’t trust myself not to fuck you the instant my pants come off.” His voice was uneven and raspy.

And his eyes. The heated look in his dark eyes made her think of hot, primal sex. The kind they’d had too many times to count. Right now her body ached for him. For the kind of release only Grant had ever been able to give her.

“Okay,” she whispered. Reaching down, she grasped the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head. Before she’d even gotten it off, she felt Grant’s lips on one of her breasts.

His mouth covered her nipple, tugging and teasing and driving her wild. As she tossed her dress to the side, she arched her back, wanting to give him better access. Needing it. Whenever they were together like this, she always felt like she was the most important thing to him. It was the only time she ever experienced that kind of utter devotion from Grant and she didn’t care what that said about her. She craved it like she craved oxygen.

Looking down between them, her breath caught in her throat as she watched his tongue swipe over her hard nipple. Combined with the way he was softly grinding his palm against her mound, right over her clit, it wouldn’t take her long to come.

But she wanted to feel him inside her when she did. Before she could voice that, he slid two fingers inside her. The abrupt entry had her gasping for breath. She lifted up on her knees, not caring that she was acting like an animal in heat, and began riding his hand. He’d be inside her soon enough.

“Come for me,” Grant murmured against her skin.

That wouldn’t be too hard. Right now her entire body felt like a live wire. Exposed and electrified. When he switched breasts and tugged on her other nipple in a sharp sucking action she came apart. Her inner vaginal walls began contracting around his fingers.

Even if she wanted to maintain some control, she simply couldn’t. Gripping his shoulders tightly, she arched her back and closed her eyes as the release surged through her. She felt it all throughout her nerve endings. The exquisite pleasure was mind numbing.

With his fingers buried deep inside her, she was barely aware of anything else. She vaguely heard him tug his zipper down and before she opened her eyes, she felt him shifting beneath her. He withdrew his fingers and immediately her inner walls clenched, wanting to feel him inside her again.

Before she had a chance to mourn the loss, he thrust between her legs, filling her with his cock. Her throat tightened as her body opened to accept him. It always took a moment when he entered her for her to adjust to his size. But she was wet with her own juices from the climax and she wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d just given her.

With shaky hands she grabbed the hem of his shirt and tore it over his head. It’s not as if she cared that she was the only one completely naked. She needed to see him. Was desperate for it. As soon as he was bare to her, she ran her hands up over his muscular chest, shoulders and arms. She loved the feel of all that power humming under her fingertips. He flexed slightly and that low growl that always got her hot started deep in his throat once again. The sound was almost animalistic.

Her gaze flew to his. Something dark and dangerous lurked in his eyes. Instead of making her nervous, it only turned her on even more. Rising up on her knees, she began riding him with abandon. As she began moving, he thrust into her until their bodies were dancing in an erotic, frenzied dance. She couldn’t get enough of him and that scared her. The feel of his cock filling her made her already aching nipples tingle even more.

From his rough, unsteady movements, she knew he was close. Could feel it in the way his hands tightly gripped her hips. As if he was barely holding onto that last shred of control.

And she was almost about to come.
Again.
Her pussy contracted wildly around his cock. The pleasure was more intense than her first climax. She was about to fall over the edge again. The feel of him slamming into her and knowing he was losing control because of her always made her crazy.

When he tore his mouth away from her breast, he surprised her by roughly grabbing her by the back of the head and devouring her mouth with his. His lips were bruising, almost punishing, but so erotic she didn’t care.

He reached between them and tweaked her clit, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. The action had her wrenching her head back from his and crying out his name. As soon as the word tore from her lips, he came too, spilling his seed into her in long hot strokes.

The feel of his warmth filling her almost made her come emotionally undone. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she pushed out a long breath as she came down from her high.

Burying his face against her neck, he lightly nipped her with his teeth. “Talia.” Her name on his lips almost sounded like a prayer. So reverent, despite its unsteadiness.

She blinked a couple times to clear her thoughts and pulled her head back. As she moved, he did the same and stared at her. Normally he was so guarded but right now, in the afterglow of sex, she could usually read his expression. He looked very satisfied.

He half smiled. “If we can actually make it inside, I wouldn’t mind tying your hands to your headboard.”

Her pussy clenched around his still-hard cock at those words. It didn’t matter how often they had sex, he always seemed to be in a permanent state of arousal. Even after he’d climaxed. And now he wanted to tie her up? Her nipples began to tingle with awareness even though she should be completely sated.

Now he smiled fully, big and knowing. “You like that idea too.”

Why bother denying it when he could feel the proof wrapped around him? Instead, she smiled seductively. “When you’re done, maybe you’ll let me tie
you
up.” She knew he’d never let her, but she wanted to see his reaction anyway. There was something in the man’s DNA that simply refused to be dominated. She might not completely understand it, but she knew that much about him.

He snorted. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

Grinning, she reached over and plucked her discarded dress from the passenger seat. “We’re lucky none of my neighbors saw us and called the cops,” she said as she tugged the dress over her head. Some of his warmth spread down her thighs but they’d be inside soon enough so she could clean up.

He chuckled as he reached for his own shirt, though he didn’t make a move to put it on. “If they did, they probably just watched.”

When they were like this, totally relaxed around each other, it was hard to believe she had any issues with him. “So you not only have bondage fantasies, you’re into voyeurism too?”

“I didn’t say I wanted to watch anyone.” Grant shook his head as he tugged his pants back up and zipped them. He didn’t bother with the button and she knew why. As soon as they got inside, he’d be taking them off immediately. He rarely wore clothes at her house, even when they weren’t getting physical.

“Well, you owe me a pair of panties.”

He sighed and picked up the ripped shreds of her thong from the floorboard. “I’ll just add it to my tab. I think I owe you, uh…quite a few more.”

She could feel her cheeks heat up under his intense stare. Yeah, he certainly did. Not that she usually bothered with underwear when she knew she’d be seeing him. It seemed so pointless. But she hadn’t known how tonight would end up. Or maybe somewhere in the deepest recesses of her mind she had. When he’d told her she might see him at the martini club, she’d had a few naughty thoughts on how tonight would go. The image of him tearing off her underwear—like he had so often that first week they’d gotten together, back when she’d still worn them around him—might have played in her head a time or two.

“Keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it to your bed,” he growled.

Her pussy instinctively clenched at his words. Blindly she reached for the door handle when his phone rang. The ring seemed to engulf the enclosed space of his truck. It was close to one in the morning now. If someone was calling, she had no doubt it was an emergency at one of his establishments.

She tried to squash the disappointment that swelled through her. Before he even answered the damn thing, she knew what was going to happen. He was going to get called away to deal with some issue and she wouldn’t hear from him for a day or so. It’s not that she minded him getting called away. Work was work. Totally understandable. It was the whole non-communication thing. Her parents had died a few years ago in a freak car accident, but she clearly remembered their relationship. Her father had called her mom every day on his way home from work just to tell her that he missed her and loved her. And none of it had been fake or forced. She wanted that kind of bond with someone. With Grant. When he didn’t answer the phone, she eyed him curiously. “Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“Whoever it is can wait,” he said as he silenced the ringer.

She shook her head. “You and I both know they’ll just keep calling.” Almost on cue, it rang again. The ring somehow sounded more persistent this time. “Just answer it.” Fishing her keys out of her purse, she sat and waited and listened to his half of the conversation.

Yeah, he so wasn’t staying the night with her. Now she wished she hadn’t even asked him. As soon as he hung up, she braced herself.

“That was Max.” His voice was apologetic. “I’m sorry, but—”

“Emergency?”

“If I didn’t have to go, I wouldn’t.”

She leaned over and lightly kissed him on the lips. “I understand how busy you are and I definitely understand emergencies. Just don’t forget to call. If you do…” She shrugged. She wasn’t into ultimatums. If he didn’t call or make an attempt to communicate and change things between them, then she knew where she stood. Or didn’t stand, rather. “I hope you work everything out.” Before he could respond, she slid from the truck and headed to her front door. She’d only made it few steps before she felt him tugging her upper arm to face him.

Damn the man moved fast. He covered her mouth with his in a kiss similar to the hungry one they’d shared not long ago. “I’ll call you as soon as I can. I promise.”

She nodded, believing him. Or at least feeling more hopeful than she had in a long time about the direction of their relationship. He sounded sincere and she really
wanted
to believe him. What they had together was hot, sure, but it was more than that. At least for her. She cared so much about Grant it scared her and she didn’t want to end things between them. For now she had to hope he felt the same. “Okay.”

Chapter Four