The Dirty Dozen: Alpha Edition

by Kay Maree

  “I like to return favors.” Her voice was soft and a bit husky. The different facts of this woman intrigued Zane. He liked them all, and that was the most shocking thing about this. Did he want to get to the horizontal mambo? Yes, because there was odd sexual energy between them, but he knew his track record, and he knew hers too. It didn’t bode well for them doing more than appeasing their sexual appetites.

  “You return favors, huh? I’ll keep that in mind.” Zane tried to get himself under control before he started this day of wonder for Tempest. “Do you need help with your seat belt?”

  Tempest gave him a saucy look as she returned to her seat and fastened her seat belt. “I’ve got it this time.”

  The ride to where they were going was just outside the town, but it gave him a few good minutes to find out more about her. “Where did you come from Tempest?”

  “Why do you want to know so much about me? I know you said it’s for the job, but that’s not your MO.” Although she was buckled in, she practically sat so she was facing him.

  “Hey. I’m multifaceted. I can be interested in people and where they come from.”

  “I was born a couple of towns away, but I went to college here and decided to stay.”

  “You’ve been here about eight years?” Zane kept his eyes on the road as he tried to read between the lines.

  “Are you asking me my age?”

  Giving a quick look her way and huffing a laugh at her comically shocked expression. “It’s a piece of information that I was curious about… sure.”

  “This is what I can tell you about me. I’m honest, I enjoy my job, and I love to have a good time. If you want to know something, just ask. You don’t have to beat around the bush.”

  Taking a dramatic breath in and letting it out. “How old are you, Tempest?”

  “I’m 28 years’ worth of experience, and you are 36. I read it when you were in the Who’s Who Under 40 editions of The Jump Off.” She sounded smug, so he didn’t look over.

  “Ha… Now who’s checking out who?”

  “It’s the local entertainment magazine. I read it to keep myself current on what’s going on.”

  “You just had to burst my bubble.”

  “Someone has to do it. You can’t go around all big bubbled.”

  Pulling onto the land where he wanted to create the venue, he cut the engine and turned toward Tempest. The look on her face was more than enough to make him happy he’d chosen this place.

  “I think you found my favorite spot,” she whispered.

  This woman would be the end of him. He just knew it.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  TEMPEST

  He’d taken her to a farm with a large stable and acres of green grass. It was as if he’d read her mind. She got out of the car and walked toward the barn.

  The doors were open like someone had prepared it for viewing. She walked in and found they made stable for functions more than animals. There was no reason she should be disappointed, but she was just a little.

  “I’m taking it that you like the place,” Zane said when he caught up with her.

  “I’m a big fan of rustic décor and shabby chic. Barns are my favorite venues. They’re big and airy. You can dress them up and down.” Tempest stopped for a second. “What will be your part in this?”

  “I will create a second spot beside this one to give us more room. Nothing in the city gave me this feel, but this place doesn’t have enough room.”

  “Makes sense.” Tempest started up the stairs to the loft. She loved how the wrap around overhead allowed for some space away from the event but kept you in the know. “This is gorgeous.”

  “I’m glad you approve. I had a few other spots we would visit in case you didn’t like this one, but it’s my favorite as well.”

  Tempest turned to Zane, now noticing that he had a large basket that he’d gotten from somewhere. “What’s that?”

  “I thought we could test out the ambiance and then have something to eat up here. We’ve only had a few sips of coffee, and I’m hungry.” Zane set the basket on a table, and she watched him. He had a tablecloth, plastic containers filled with food, and even fresh flowers.

  “Look at this spread.”

  “Well, when you’re going out with a decorator, you can’t forget the decorations.” Zane finished setting up the table before he turned to her. “Are you ready?”

  Tempest watched Zane looking at her expectantly and knew what had to be done. She stepped close to the chair he held for her. “Is there someone here to show us around?”

  Zane’s eyebrow quirked up. “No. We are looking around ourselves, and then we lock up. Did you want an escort?”

  “Not particularly.”

  “Are you planning on sitting down to eat the feast I brought for us?” Amusement shone in those green eyes, but of course it would, they were very similar people. She’d bet he knew what was coming.

  “It will be difficult to get around this elephant in the room for a week.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, waiting for him to agree with her, but he said nothing. “Do you agree?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you know what you’re agreeing to?” Tempest ran her fingers up the back of his nape and into his hair.

  “If it involves you wrapping your body around mine and threading your fingers through my hair. I don’t care what I agree to, as long as it means I get more of that.” He moved his hands to her back and pulled her closer.

  “Do you remember I told you I return favors?”

  “I remember that, but if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, I don’t want it returned unless you want to return it. That was something I did because I wanted to, not because I was expecting anything in return.” Zane stroked her back when he spoke, and she wasn’t even going to tell him how much she adored that.

  Pushing away from him, she hooked her hand on Zane’s pants as she sat down. “Oh, I want to return the favor. You’re not the only one who only does what they want to do.”

  “Tempest.” His voice was deep and sexy.

  “Yes, Zane.” She looked up at him as she undid his jeans and smiled when he growled. “I think I like your growl like you like my gasp.”

  “Then, I guess you like them very much.”

  She liked the way he concentrated on her face like there would be a magic trick. There would be magic, she’d make sure of that. She rubbed her hand along the thick bulge in his black cotton briefs before she put her mouth to the hot throbbing cock that lay covered and attempted to learn its shape with her mouth. The moan she heard above her was deep and went straight to her core.

  He shuttered a little, and that made her bold. She reached into his briefs and pulled him out. It was a beauty. Thick and veiny with a fat mushroomed head.

  “Tempest, you’re killing me, baby.” His hips thrust just a little like he couldn’t stop himself and damn if that didn’t flip her switch like nothing else. She opened her mouth to accept just the tip and closed her lips around him as she licked him with her tongue.

  “Ohhhhh,” Zane’s single syllable word turned into a low moan. He placed his hand on top of her head, but he wasn’t trying to guide her. She sucked like he was a cherry-flavored lollipop before she pulled off.

  “Do you like that, Zane?”

  Bringing his hand to her mouth, he stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “Very much.”

  “Good.” She moved back to his cock and took him down as far as she could while working his base with her hand. She pushed off of him and stood up. Tempest liked the look of curiosity and shock on him. It looked adorable, not that he would like that description. “Pull down your pants and sit on that chair. “

  She pointed to one of the hard-back chairs that were in the corner. It was amazing how obliging Zane was when his cock was hard.

  “You’re not going to ask any questions?” Tempest asked as she watched him do what she asked.

>   “Not a one. It seems like you have good ideas, and I’m ready and willing to do what you have planned.”

  Tempest had on casual clothing, but beneath the sweatpants and t-shirt she had on sexy underwear because, with her, that was a given. It didn’t matter what was over them. She stripped down to her naughty nothings and waited for Zane to sit in the chair.

  “Damn.”

  She knew the exact moment he’d sat down and got his focus back on her. “I want you to put your hands on the hind legs of the chair and not let go.”

  He did as she asked and watched her like a hawk as she moved closer to him.

  “You are not to touch me.” Tempest rubbed her hand down her body, starting from her stomach, moving down her thigh, and then bringing her hand back up to clutch her breast in a firm grip.

  His gaze followed her hands, and when she pinched her nipples through the bra, he moaned a little, and his cock jumped. She moved to straddle his legs, careful not touching him.

  “Zane?”

  His gaze met her eyes.

  “I’m going to need to hear words from you. You are not to touch me,” she said again.

  “If that’s what you want. You’ve got it.”

  She could tell he liked to play, and she knew he would enjoy this game. “If you touch me, I will stop anything I’m doing.”

  “I’ll grant your wish unless you beg me for it. Then all bets are off.”

  “You think I’m going to beg you to touch me?” Tempest moved closer so her breasts were close to his face. She lowered one of her bra straps and freed one breast.

  “Eventually, yes.”

  “Would you like to make a wager?” Tempest asked before she saw his face brighten, and she wondered if he was a competitive man. It didn’t seem like it since with her he’d been so laid back, but now she wasn’t so sure.

  “I’ll bet whatever you’d like.”

  “If I win, you have to do whatever I say when we are alone for a week.” Tempest took in Zane’s focus on her body as she thought this challenge was pretty much in the bag.

  “If I win, you’ll do what I say?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “I guess I can’t shake hands over it,” Zane said with a deep chuckle.

  Tempest gripped her hand around his cock and pumped it up and down a few times like she was shaking his hand. “Now, it’s official.”

  “Can’t argue with that.” Zane nodded his head at her like he wanted her to get started.

  “Are you ready for a ride?”

  “I’m always ready.” Zane cocked his head to the left, and it was like he was offering a challenge for her to be her most provocative.

  Tempest stepped away from him, bent over at the waist, and pulled her panties over to the side just a little. The whoosh of air Zane expelled from his body was like a bullet. She backed up so that she was draped on him with his cock lined up against her ass. Reaching up over her head, she looped her arms around his head, so they were cheek to cheek.

  “Nice move.”

  “I’m glad you think so.” She moved her hips around in a circle grinding against his hard cock.

  Zane cleared his throat. “Am I able to give directions?”

  “You’re allowed to give them, but that doesn’t mean that I’ll take them.” She moved her hips in different directions, depending on what noise Zane made. He was doing a good job not touching her. She slid off his lap onto the floor and turned so her face was near his lap. “Do you want me to suck you?”

  Zane nodded.

  “I thought you wanted to give directions,” Tempest said in her most innocent voice.

  Zane shook his head softly.

  She gripped him firmly in her hand and stroked him fast and hard.

  The growl was louder this time.

  “I want you to come for me, so don’t come until I tell you that you can.” She gripped him firmly at the base. “Did you get that?”

  “I got it,” he rasped out.

  She was getting aroused trying to arouse him. Tempest stood and straddled his lap again, but this time, her pussy was parted, and she sat down so she could slide her wetness up and down his shaft.

  “Fuck.” The word was slow and elongated as it came from his mouth. She kept her slides slow and seductive because she really wanted him to lose this bet. She took off her bra and let her full breasts bounce for added incentive. He was close, but then again, so was she.

  What he didn’t know was she had a condom on her and before she’d gotten started with him, she had placed it on the floor. The sound of the condom wrapper tearing had Zane’s full attention.

  “I can’t touch you as you fuck me?” He was aghast, but it was a way for her to ease into this. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she didn’t at least try to guard herself against a ding-a-ling of gold. She didn’t do men who were fantastic in bed as she’d heard too many stories of how that could lead a woman to lose her head. Tempest wasn’t about to lose her head for anyone.

  “Are you going to tap out?”

  “No.” He looked disappointed, but she didn’t know who was happier that he would not quit. It was probably her because she was primed to pop.

  The condom slid on easy since his cock was already saturated with her juice, but he was bigger than she’d had probably ever had. Perched over him, she guided his cock into her pussy, and she wasn’t able to control the moan that escaped her. When she had most of him inside, she looked at Zane.

  He appeared to be taking deep breaths.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. You’re just very snug.”

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yes. I’m just thinking about how you tried to warn me about your magical pussy, and I didn’t take you seriously.” His amused smirk and fake seriousness came as a surprise. The laugh that escaped her shocked them both and ended with a moan from both of them.

  She slid up and down once, and Zane bit into his lip.

  “You want to touch me, don’t you?” Tempest asked as she slid up and down slowly.

  He answered her with a grunt and then, “Lean back for me.”

  She did as he asked, and that, coupled with him thrusting his hips, made his cock rub against something she’d never activated during sex. “What was that?”

  “I’m making you feel some of what I would make you feel if I was sliding my cock into you instead of you doing it.”

  “Do it again.” Tempest breathed out as she attempted to duplicate what had just gone through her body.

  “Kiss me.” He asked softly.

  She leaned forward so she could kiss him the way she thought he wanted. He thrust again, but it wasn’t like it was the first time.

  “Zane, that wasn’t it.”

  “It wasn’t?” The almost quizzical expression on his face let her know that he was pulling her chain.

  “Zane. Please.”

  “Is that you begging?” He cocked his head to the side and looked at her.

  She was in a weird space of wanting to laugh, wanting to come and wanting to choke him so he’d give her what she wanted. “I’m asking intently for you to do what you did the first time. I’m not begging for your hands on me.”

  “Lean back,” he said again, and she did what he’d asked excitedly.

  He thrusts a few more times, but it wasn’t anything like the way he’d done it before. She narrowed her eyes at him.

  “If you want what I have to give you, which is pretty powerful, I might add, you will have to release me from your rules not to touch you. I can promise you won’t be sorry.”

  “Okay, I release you from my rules.” Tempest waited for him to let go of the chair and could feel her body ratcheting itself up for his promised delights, but nothing happened. “Well?”

  “Well, I won the bet, but I want to hear the words now, sweetheart. I want you to beg me for it.”

  This isn’t how it worked with pla
yfulness, games, and laughter. Shit. Now she was way too far, and she wanted to see if he could really give her what he promised. Sitting up a bit, she cupped her breast in her hand. “Please, Zane. Please touch me. Give me what I want.”

  “Mmmm… I like the way you beg.” He stared at her for a few seconds. “Bring your nipple to my mouth.”

  She did as he asked, thinking he’d lick her once or twice to prove that he had indeed won, but when she got closer, he brought his one hand up to support her back, and the other cupped the hand that held her breast to his mouth. He sucked her deep into his mouth and then licked at her nipple playfully. Her body was so sensitized she didn’t think she would need the strokes she’d felt necessary to beg for. He held her so close it was like a hug with a fuck for a chaser. The closeness of it all felt intimate as he watched her when he claimed her breast with his mouth. Then he guided her away from him, so she was in the leaned back position she’d been craving.

  With his thumb on her clit, he thrust the way he did the first time, and she felt like her body was being wound tighter and tighter. It was hard to remind herself to breathe.

  “Are you ready, baby?” Zane asked in a low murmur.

  She wasn’t able to answer, but she didn’t think he wanted words. He gave his hips a hard thrust, rubbed her clit and brought her hips down to meet his. Once, twice and then she actually saw stars. Her wound up body released, and her stomach muscles clenched and relaxed in a rapid-fire motion that matched her clit.

  It took a few minutes for her to get herself together enough to say something. She found herself draped against his chest with the two of them still attached, and his cock pulsing like he was going through aftershocks as well.

  “Zane?”

  “Yes, Tempest.”

  “What the fuck was that?”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  ZANE

  Zane Calder wanted to kick his own ass and had wanted to since Saturday. After, literally, the hottest sex he’d ever, Tempest had cooled down to the level of frozen. She was pleasant, and they’d discussed what they wanted to do with the stable as they ate the food he’d brought, but that was it. They drove back in virtual silence. Every question he had for her, she answered with one word or a sound. Eventually, he’d stopped asking. She thanked him for a great time when they got to her house, and she was up the stairs and in the house before he could find words.