The Care and Feeding of an Alpha Male

by Jessica Clare

  The doorbell to her shop clanged and Beth Ann looked up. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Colt.

  Well damn. There was Beth Ann, looking like one of his wet dreams in a tight black sweater and a short red skirt. She lit up at the sight of him, and Colt turned and flipped the sign on her door to “closed.”

  “Hey,” he said.

  “Hey yourself,” she said with a smile, and moved past him to turn the lights off on the big sign. He said nothing, watching her. She looked damn pretty. Her ass looked amazing in that skirt, and those shoes made her legs look long and slim. She looked perfect.

  She looked untouchable again. Out of his league.

  Damn. What was he thinking? She’d had a weekend of sex with him, but she belonged with someone with money. She was the belle of the town—no one’d want to see her with trash like him. Williamsons didn’t mix with Waggoners.

  She looked over at him, and her fingers reached up and brushed his hair, just above his ear. “You’re getting shaggy,” she said lightly. “Want me to fix that up for you?”

  “If you like,” he said, content to watch her movements. After all, she wasn’t kicking him out the door yet.

  She grinned and gestured back at her chair. “Come sit down.”

  He sat, and glared into the mirror when she pulled out a pink cape to cover him. “Not that shit again.”

  The last time he’d gotten his hair cut at her place, she’d put that pink cape on him deliberately, he’d suspected.

  She gave him an exasperated look. “Pink’s the only color I’ve got.”

  “Buy a black one. You can cut my hair then.”

  She rolled her eyes at him in the mirror and reached to pull it around him. “You need a haircut.”

  “I don’t need to look like a sissy.” He caught her hand in his.

  Beth Ann froze against him, and they stared at each other. They were awkward now. Tense. He wanted to go back to where she was warm and soft in his bed, and smiling up at him.

  Had to do something. He didn’t want her glaring at him. He wanted her soft, and sweet, and ready to wrap her legs around him again.

  So he caught her hand and pressed a kiss to the palm. “Do you trust me?”

  She softened as she looked down at him. “You kept me safe in the woods, didn’t you?”

  Well, yeah, but it was his fault she’d been stuck there. That wasn’t a conversation he wanted to get into today, though, so he decided to distract her. He nipped at one of her fingertips, then looked up at her. “You said you wanted to be the woman nobody in town expects you to be. I bet no one expects you to have sex with me. Here. If you trust me, of course.”

  Her mouth parted a little.

  Colt waited for her to protest. To be shocked by his suggestion.

  But her eyes got soft and she licked her lips, and he felt the tremor that raced through her. “No, they wouldn’t expect me to do that at all, would they?” she said huskily. She ran her free hand over the back of his hair, as if she found the buzz of his short haircut just as erotic as touching the rest of him.

  Hell, yes. His cock got hard immediately. He took the pink cape from her and tossed it down on the ground. He tugged her hand and pulled her across his lap. Her smile was soft and seductive, and he kissed her because he needed to taste her lips again.

  She tasted just as sweet as he’d remembered. He’d thought about her all week, and their date. He didn’t expect sex from her, of course. But if he suggested it and she was willing? Well, they could base a relationship on a lot worse things than sex, he supposed.

  She broke away from the kiss with a gasp and tried to pull out of his lap. “The windows—”

  His entire body stiffened with anger. “You ashamed to be seen kissing me?”

  She gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”

  “Cause I’m one of those white-trash Waggoners,” he gritted out.

  “Actually,” she said softly, “I thought if I was going to take my clothes off, we should shut the windows.”

  “Ah,” he said, since an apology was not going to cross his mouth.

  Beth Ann leaned up and kissed him. “Silly.” She slid out of his lap and went to the front door, locked it, then turned to the long panel of windows that made up the front of the salon. They looked out over Main Street, and they’d given everyone a glimpse of their kissing.

  Probably a good call to close them. He stood up and ran a hand along the back of her chair, then pumped his foot on the bar a few times to raise it higher.

  When all the blinds were closed, she turned to look back at him with a puzzled frown. “What are you doing?”

  “Raising your chair up,” he said. “I’m going to make love to you in it.”

  She licked her lips, and he liked the sight of that. “Oh,” she said, the word soft and husky. “Sounds lovely.”

  He pulled her toward him again and kissed her, enjoying how sweetly she wrapped her arms around his neck, and how her mouth parted under the thrusts of his tongue. “Been thinking about you all week, Beth Ann.”

  “I’ve been thinking about you, too,” she admitted, and her hand stroked down the front of his shirt. He’d worn a button up shirt—his only one—and slacks for the date. Didn’t feel like him, but he didn’t want to look like a pity date when they went out. He wanted to impress her, and a T-shirt and BDUs wouldn’t do it.

  “You look good tonight,” she said softly.

  “You look better.”

  Beth Ann smiled at him and took a step back. Her hands went to her sweater and she pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. Her high, tight little breasts—breasts he’d been seeing in his sleep, they were so perfect—were cupped by black lace so sheer that he could see her little nipples through them. He wanted them in his mouth already, to feel them beading on his tongue, to feel her hands stroking the buzz on the back of his head as she moaned under him.

  Her fingers went to the buttons on his shirt, and he pulled it over his head, tossing it over to where her sweater lay on a nearby magazine rack.

  She gave a small sigh of pleasure at the sight of his undershirt. Her finger ran along the chain of his dog tags. “Oh, this looks sinful with your muscles.”

  “Should I take it off?”

  “God no,” she said, and grinned up at him. “I like it far too much.” Her hands slid down to the belt of his pants. “These, however…”

  He slid off his shoes, undid his belt and dropped it to the ground. His briefs followed a moment later.

  She groaned and dropped to her knees in front of him. “Mercy, I love the sight of this,” she said with a little sigh of pleasure that did crazy things to his insides. “I kept wondering if it was as thick in reality as it was in my memory.”

  His hand moved to her hair, caressed her cheek. “And?”

  “Much better than my memories,” she said, and leaned forward and gave the thick crown a little swipe with her tongue.

  He groaned and hauled her back to her feet. “Not tonight, darlin’. I want to fuck you first.”

  She smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him again as his hands went to the tiny zipper at the side of her skirt and tugged it down. The garters surprised him. And so did the little scrap of panties. “Nice.” He ran his hands down the curve of her ass. “Very nice.”

  “You like?” She still wore a mischievous smile.

  “I do,” he said, lifting a hand to brush against one of her nipples, still tight through the fabric of the thin bra. “Want to get a better look at them.”

  “I’d better take off my panties first,” she said, and bent to tug at one of the straps of her garters.

  “You keep those on,” he said, his voice husky. He wanted to fuck her with them on, her legs encased in the silky, erotic fabric.

  “I will.” She grinned and turned away, bending over to undo the straps. As she did, she presented him with her ass, sweet and round. He groaned and ran his hands over those cheeks, enjoying the creamy flesh hidden by
tantalizing scraps of lace. A moment later, she pushed her panties down to the ground, stepped out of them, and then began to hook her garters back once more. When she was done, she turned back to him expectantly.

  “On the chair,” he said.

  “The shoes?”

  “Stay on.”

  “Naughty,” she said with a grin, and slid over to the chair, then crossed her legs daintily in it and waited. Her pose hid everything but her smooth thighs, and while she was a lovely picture like that, he had other plans. His hand moved to her leg and skimmed along the thigh, stroking her soft skin. He then hooked his hand under her knee and tugged her leg outward until it was straight. She arched her foot as he did, and he remembered that she liked to be kissed there. His mouth went to her ankle, and he lightly kissed the flesh through the silky hose, enjoying her shivers. Her hands brushed over his cock as he did, as if she couldn’t resist touching him.

  His hands stroked down that smooth length of leg, so straight, and then tilted it back. At her gasp, he reached for her other leg, straightened it, and then tilted it back, too, until her legs were a vee straight in the air, and she was forced to clutch the arms of the chair to keep her balance. Her breath was coming in short, spiky pants that pleased him.

  Not nearly as much as when he looked down and discovered that she was completely bare. Her sweet little pussy was pink, the slit gleaming with moisture.

  “Well I’ll be damned,” he said, his cock hard as steel at the sight.

  “I wanted to surprise you,” she said softly, then chuckled. “Surprise.”

  He knelt in front of the chair. “Now that’s just beggin’ for a taste.”

  At her sharply inhaled breath, he knew she liked the thought, and he tugged at her hips, pulling her close. “Hands on your legs. Keep them straight up in the air,” he said. “Gotta show off those gorgeous legs.”

  She trembled but did as she was told, and he leaned in and brushed his mouth over the tender flesh. He felt the shiver that coursed through her, heard the moan she bit back. He licked the wet seam of her, felt her hips jerking in response. She was entirely open like this, her legs arching high in the air, her hands locked behind each knee, her bare sex exposed to him. Trusting him. Wanting him as much as he wanted her.

  He needed her, right then. With a low groan in his throat, he kissed her right on the plumpest part of her pussy. “Stay there, darlin’.”

  A moment later, he returned, condom in hand. He quickly put it on and watched her biting her lip, her eyes hot with need.

  He couldn’t resist teasing her a moment more, though. With a lazy finger, he slid it through the damp folds, trailing back and forth in her slickness. “Are you wet enough?”

  She nodded, a high-pitched whimper emerging from her throat.

  “Should I lick you a little more? Just to be sure?”

  “No,” she breathed, but trembled at his words. “Take me now. Please.”

  “You want me deep inside you?” He moved forward, his hands on her thighs, pulling her a few inches forward, to the edge of the chair. She was perfectly lined up with the height of his cock, and he placed the thick head of it at her wet, hot entrance, and nudged it in, just a little.

  She moaned.

  He stopped, though he thought his balls were going to explode with need. “Tell me that you want me, Beth Ann.”

  “Please, Colt,” she said softly, her fingers digging into her silky stockings. As he watched, her legs trembled. “I need you.”

  “Need this?” he asked, and thrust shallowly against her entrance.

  She whimpered. “Yes.”

  “Convince me,” he said softly.

  She whimpered again, tugging at her legs, as if dying to pull her hands from where they were anchored.

  “Tell me.”

  “Please,” she panted, the words rushing forth from her. “I ache for you.”

  “You do?” He ran a hand down one beautiful leg. “Did you think about me this week? Think about fucking me again?”

  She nodded, then bit her lip. “I want to feel your thickness deep inside me.”

  Holy hell. He pushed deeper, into her tight warmth. She was so incredibly wet and snug around him, and judging by her little keening gasps, it felt just as good to her as it did to him. He slowly pushed in, inch by inch, until he was seated deep within her. And then he stopped again.

  She writhed against him, and he felt that tight pussy clench all around his cock. Tight, slick, and totally bare. He stroked one hand over her mound, his thumb dipping to flick her wet clit.

  Beth Ann shuddered, gasping. Her legs jolted involuntarily.

  He pushed forward, until those sexy shoes were pushing against his shoulders, her legs long, sweet spikes that lay against his body. And still he didn’t move inside her. He wanted her to ask for it, because there was nothing fucking hotter than that.

  “Colt,” she said softly, breathing his name. “Colt, I need—”

  “Tell me.”

  Her hips flexed. “Move.”

  “Move?” He gave a small little flex of his hips in return. “You mean…you want me to fuck you?”

  She nodded, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders. “Please.”

  “Darlin’,” he said softly, and leaned in to kiss her pretty, parted mouth. He was in her so deep, her shoes almost grazing his ears. “You need to ask me for that.”

  Her eyelids fluttered. Her mouth worked, as if she was having a hard time expressing the words. This was a woman that said “fiddlesticks” after wandering hours in the rain and mud. But he knew he could make her ask for more.

  “Colt,” she panted.

  “Yes, darlin’.”

  “Fuck…me…” She gasped. “I need you to fuck me.”

  Most erotic thing he’d ever heard. He grasped her thighs, pulled back until only the head of his cock was still seated in her warmth, and then slammed deep back into her.

  A loud moan tore from her throat. “Like that. Oh, like that.”

  He buried himself deep in her again, pumping hard. Her moans were fucking beautiful, and they were mixed with wild, needy words as he stroked deep inside her. Over and over, he thrust hard, into that hot, slick, welcome warmth. Her calves against his shoulders trembled and she bucked her hips with every little thrust.

  “Like that.” She kept breathing with every stroke, as if she had to keep instructing him. “Oh, like that.”

  And damn if it didn’t make him want to fuck her harder. He slammed into her with every thrust, the chair rocking and shaking with every slap of their skin meeting. She tensed under him, and the whimpers escalated, her eyes squeezed shut.

  He was going to come soon, and she hadn’t come yet. Her pussy was clenching him tight, like a vise, and he wasn’t going to last. But she needed to come first.

  “Touch yourself, darlin’. Touch that bare pussy for me.”

  Her gasps turned into small cries that matched his thrusts. “Colt…I need…”

  “Touch,” he said with a thrust.

  Her hand slid down her belly, her fingers sliding to her sex as he watched. They parted the slick flesh, swiped over her clit. She stiffened, her mouth forming a small O of ecstasy.

  “Keep touching,” he gritted, his thrusts into her wild now, jerky. Christ, watching her touch herself as he pumped into her was going to make his control disappear entirely.

  She whimpered out his name, her fingers jerking on her clit, and his name turned into a sob as her legs stiffened, and he felt her pussy shiver around his cock, clamping around it.

  He came with a hoarse shout, his fingers dug into her hips, slamming against her in the chair.

  Fucking hell. Did every round of sex with her have to be more mind-blowing than the last? He exhaled slowly, bracing himself on the arms of the chair while he recovered. Her legs twitched against him, calves still propped on his shoulders, and he heard her soft panting.

  He staggered backward, almost regretting that he had to pull out of her delicious war
mth, and turned away to dispose of the condom. When he turned back, she’d curled her legs down against herself and still sat in the chair, dazed.

  Her hair was a mess. Her mouth was red in the corners from where he’d kissed her too fiercely and left stubble burn.

  She looked gorgeous. And here he’d jumped on her like some horny teenager as soon as he saw her. Allan would have taken her out for a nice dinner, romanced her, and then brought her home and made love to her in a nice big bed.

  Hell, Colt just threw her down in her barber chair and fucked her. He ran a hand down his face. “I’m sorry.”

  She sat up, stiffening, her face suddenly guarded. “Sorry?”

  “This,” he said, gesturing at the salon. Their clothes had been thrown all over the small room. “Probably isn’t what you wanted. I should have taken you out for a nice dinner like a civilized human being.”

  She laughed and got up from the chair. “This is exactly what I wanted, Colt Waggoner.” Her hands went to his undershirt and flicked down his nipples. “Now that we’ve gotten all the sex out of the way, we can be together and not worry about being tense or weird about anything.”

  He leaned down and kissed her fiercely. “Two things,” he said, when he pulled away from her mouth.

  “What’s that?”

  “First of all, this is not all the sex gotten out of the way. This is the first round of sex gotten out of the way.”

  She laughed, and her hands stole to his buttocks, squeezed. “And the second?”

  “The second is that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Beth Ann Williamson.”

  Her mouth got all soft and she stared up at him with a smile. She squeezed his ass again. “I’m still game to go out if you are. Night’s early. Where did you want to go?”

  He shrugged, remembering what Allan had mentioned. “You like Italian?”

  She made a face. “Not really.”

  He thought for a minute more. “Wings? There’s a sports bar next town over. Great wings. Private booths.”

  She laughed and twirled away. “You just want to see me licking my fingers all night, don’t you?”