Bossy: An Alpha Collection

by Levine, Nina

  “Did you know he was coming here tonight?” she asks before I can reply.

  “No,” I yell back at her because the noise is getting even louder the closer they come. I’m beginning to feel claustrophobic with all the women who are surging through the crowd with the guys, desperately trying to latch on to one of them. Thank goodness for the four security guys with the band; they’d be crushed without them.

  Jett’s cocky grin comes into full view and a minute later he’s in front of me, his hands going straight to my waist so he can pull me close and kiss me. “Hello, beautiful,” he murmurs as he ends the kiss, and his warm breath and fuck-me voice shoots desire through my body.

  I don’t want to swoon, but I’m fucking swooning. Even amongst this noisy, threatening crowd, I only have eyes and ears for Jett. And as much as I’m still trying to guard my heart from falling too heavily for him, it’s falling. Fast.

  “How did you know I was here?”

  His hand rests on my ass and as he presses himself into me, I can’t help but feel his erection. “Does it matter?” he murmurs against my ear. “The main thing is I’m here now, and I’ve gotta tell you, I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day.”

  My arms go around him and I pull him closer against me. The groan that escapes his lips turns me on even more than I already am. There’s nothing sexier to me than a man who is vocal in his appreciation of his woman. “What have you been thinking?” I ask, playing with him.

  “I’ve been thinking about how much I want to do this.” He has me backed up against the bar and his hand on my ass moves down my leg to pull my dress up so he can reach his hand up to my panties. His fingers trace the skin along the edge of them. “Do you think that was a productive use of my time? Thinking about that all day…” His voice trails off as he kisses his way down my neck to my throat.

  My entire body is alive and I feel needy.

  Needy for his words.

  Needy for his touch.

  Needy for him.

  I place my hands on his chest and gently push him. As much as I want what he wants, I don’t necessarily want it here, in this club, in front of a few hundred people. My gaze finds his and I’m almost bewitched enough by him that I would fuck him in front of a few hundred people because of his ability to make me see only him. His eyes are full of lust, and I love what I see there, but I need to get my head back in the game. “I do think that was a very productive use of your time, but I also think I don’t want to share this with everyone in the club.”

  He grins again.

  God, I love his grin, and he makes me swoon.

  Again.

  Fuck, I need to concentrate.

  He moves into me again and says, “I love that you want me all to yourself, sweetheart.”

  I listen to his words and can tell by the grin still gracing his lips that he has more to say. “Why are you looking at me like you’re about to devour me?” I try to push him away again but he’s not having any of it; he continues to press up against me, his cock driving me wild.

  “Because that’s exactly what I’m just about to do to you,” he informs me as he grabs my hand and turns to Erin. “Can I steal Presley for a bit?” I have no doubt she will give him whatever he asks for. Even my take-no-shit best friend would be hard pressed to say no to Jett.

  Her gaze drifts to West for a moment and then she turns her attention to Jett. “Be my guest. Your friend can keep me company.”

  “Oh god,” I say. I can only imagine the fun she’ll have with him. Those two let loose together could cause all sorts of havoc.

  Jett chuckles and pulls my hand. “Try and keep him under control, yeah?” he says to Erin as he begins to lead me away.

  The last thing I hear her say is, “I think it’d be a lot more fun not to keep him under control.”

  One of Jett’s security guys leads us through the crowd. It’s pretty much died down now after the initial excitement of the guys arriving, but the security guy and Jett shield me from the lingering groupies.

  It seems to take us ages to reach our destination, which is a room upstairs. We’re ushered inside and as the door closes behind us, I realise we’re alone in the room. The noise of the club is blocked out and the lights have been dimmed, and I instantly love this room. I love the fact I have Jett all to myself now.

  He pushes me against the door and his hands begin to roam over my body. “Thinking about you all day is most definitely not a productive use of my time, but it’s certainly the best way to spend my time when you’re not with me,” he rasps as he kisses my neck again, causing my core to clench.

  I wrap my arms around him so that my hands can tangle in his hair. “If this is what thinking about me all day causes, please do it more often.”

  He drags his mouth away from my neck for a moment. “You know, I’m glad your husband showed up last night.”

  I have no idea where he’s going with this. “Why?”

  “Because you opened up to me more about your life and told me stuff I’m not sure you would have shared with me yet if it hadn’t been for him. And it’s as if the wall you had up between us has been pulled down a little.”

  After Lennon crashed the party last night, Jett took me home and we talked for hours about my life and marriage, and he’s right, I have knocked that wall down. I’ve decided to take a chance on him. Smiling at him, I agree, “Yeah, the wall is down.”

  His eyes glaze over with desire and he presses his erection against me. “How ready for me are you?”

  He has no idea that just looking at him or listening to him gets me more than ready. I move my arms down his back and then around to the button on his jeans. Keeping my eyes firmly on his, I undo his button. “Let’s just say we don’t need any foreplay tonight.”

  If I thought I could see desire in his eyes before, I don’t know what you’d call what I see now. It’s a whole new level of need. A wild energy circles us and his movements are swift and determined. He turns me so I’m facing the door. Then his arm slides around my stomach and he pulls me back so he can position me closer to him. My hands go to the door to hold myself up as I bend slightly at the waist. His foot nudges my feet wider apart and then I hear the slide of his zip as he undoes the rest of his jeans.

  My body is buzzing with anticipation; he’s moving pretty fast but he needs to speed it up more. I need him in me now.

  When he lifts my dress and runs his hand over my ass, I shut my eyes as the pleasure shoots through me. A breathy moan falls from my lips and he hisses when he hears it.

  “Fuck,” he mutters and his hand leaves me.

  I turn my head to see what’s wrong. He’s got his wallet in his hand and a pissed look on his face. “What’s wrong?” I ask, desperate to have his hands back on me.

  His gaze finds mine. “I don’t have a condom. Do you?”

  Shit.

  I left my bag with Erin.

  Worst move ever.

  “In my bag, which is downstairs.”

  “Jesus, I’ve had this hard on all fucking day and I forgot to bring a fucking condom,” he mutters, looking as desperate as I feel.

  “I’m clean,” I say, broaching the subject we’re yet to discuss.

  “I am too.” He waits for my response and I almost laugh because he reminds me of a teenage boy who’s desperate to have sex. I love that I bring that out in him.

  “For the love of God, don’t stop now then,” I say and close my eyes when his hands move to my panties and slide them down.

  And then his hands take hold of my hips and he thrusts inside.

  Oh God.

  It’s nirvana.

  Every time he fucks me is nirvana.

  His thrusts grow more insistent and soon he’s slamming into me over and over as we chase our orgasms. I reach behind and grab on to his arm, needing to touch him.

  “Fuck, baby, feels so good,” he says, his breathing laboured.

  My mind begins to lose focus as the pleasure explodes in brilliant light. I
lean my forearms against the door because my limbs are growing unsteady, and as I do this, I fall over the edge and tumble into pure bliss.

  Jett’s still working for his but I’m lost.

  Falling.

  Trembling.

  Coming.

  And then he comes, too, and we’re falling together.

  He holds me while his orgasm takes over, his grip on my hips still strong.

  Eventually he pulls out of me and puts his arm around my waist to drag me to him. His lip brushes my ear and he says, “I love your sex addiction.”

  Laughing, I murmur, “I bet you do.”

  His body shakes with his own laughter and he turns me in his arms. His eyes drift over my body for a moment before coming back to meet my gaze. “I’m done for. You know that, right?” His words and the raw honesty with which he says them surprise me. When I don’t respond, he continues, “You have me wrapped around your little fucking finger and you have no idea.”

  He stares at me and I can’t help but take in his beauty. I’ve never met a man as sexy as Jett. Tall with dark hair that looks as good rumpled as it does smooth, blue eyes I could get lost in forever, tanned skin that stretches across well-built muscles and the confidence to go with it all, he has everything that screams ‘take me and never let go’ at me.

  I’m having trouble forming a reply because he’s stunned me. “You just say whatever you’re feeling, don’t you?” I finally say.

  “Not always, no. But you seem to be bringing that out in me.” More honesty that I can’t help but respect.

  I pull his face to mine and kiss him.

  Long and deep.

  I want him to know what his words mean.

  I need him to know how much I appreciate his honesty.

  When I end the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine and the only sound I hear for a couple of moments is our breathing. “You ready to go back downstairs?” he asks quietly.

  Nodding, I say, “Yeah.”

  He guides me downstairs with the help of his security guard, and after a quick stop at the ladies so I can freshen up, we make our way to the VIP section of the club where Erin and the guys are. Watching Van who has a girl on his lap and West with Erin, and taking in the women staring at the band members with predatory eyes, reminds me how much I hate this scene.

  Rock stars.

  Why the hell did I let my heart rule me instead of listening to my mind? It was hard enough doing this with Lennon. I’m not sure how I’m going to cope this time around. But I know I couldn’t walk away now even if I wanted to.

  Jett’s got me under his spell.

  Completely.

  Two hours later, Erin’s gone home, and I’m three more cocktails in. My veins are buzzing with alcohol and lust, and Jett’s doing his best to drive me wild. The man has one dirty mouth and I’ve been listening to it for hours, and I’m way past ready for that mouth to do more than whisper dirty promises in my ear.

  “You ready for me to take you home and fuck you again?” he asks gruffly, his voice so goddam sexy and inviting.

  “You ask that like there’s an answer other than yes,” I say, moving off his lap where I’ve been sitting for the past couple of hours.

  He stands and takes hold of my hand.

  “Are you leaving?” Van interrupts us and we both turn our gaze to him.

  “Yeah,” Jett answers.

  Van pushes the girl off his lap and stands to walk over to us. “You’re gonna be there tomorrow morning, right?” His tone is almost angry and I wonder what is going on between the two of them.

  Jett scowls. “Don’t fucking push this, Van. I told you where I stand on this album.”

  “And what if the rest of us don’t stand with you?” His body is tense, like he’s ready to fight this out.

  “Just leave it. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” Jett’s tone is forceful and it’s clear to me that he’s ready for whatever fight Van wants to bring.

  Van shakes his head and snaps, “Yeah, we fucking will, and don’t think that just because you’ve always gotten your way, you’ll get it this time. I’m sick of this shit.”

  They glare at each other for a moment until Van stalks out of the VIP section. I watch him until I can’t see him in the crowd anymore and then turn back to Jett. “What was that about?”

  “Nothing. That was Van being an asshole. He’ll get over it,” he mutters.

  I’ve no idea what any of that means, and I don’t really want to get involved, so I leave it and wave at Hunter and West to say goodbye. West jerks his chin and grins at me as the girl he’s with grabs his attention back, and Hunter mouths his goodbye. It’s been a great night and I’m sure it’s just about to get even better.

  I follow Jett out of the club and we wait on the footpath for his driver to bring the car around. We’ve got one of his security guys with us but there’s hardly anyone around so he’s not really needed.

  “Do you mind if I check my phone, babe? I’ve got some messages to answer,” he says, surprising the hell out of me.

  Smiling at him, I say, “Your parents really did raise you well, didn’t they?”

  His brows knit together in confusion. “Why do you say that?”

  He has no idea, and I love that even more. “I have never had someone I’m dating ask me if I minded if they went on their phone.”

  A grin flits across his face. “You’ve scored well with me, baby,” he says, full of cheek, but it’s the wink he gives me that sets the butterflies off in my tummy again.

  I playfully smack him. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get tickets on yourself.” I shoo him away. “Go and check your messages, Mr. Rockstar.”

  He laughs and does as I say, and a moment later, he’s engrossed in his messages. In turn, I’m engrossed in watching him, so much so that I don’t realise when a group of guys exit the club and wait near us for a taxi. Their drunken banter jolts me back into the present and I turn to smile at them. It seems like they’ve had a great night from the laughter and joking taking place.

  “You had a good night?” one of them asks me, his friendly smile lighting up his face.

  Nodding, I answer, “Yes, and you?”

  “Yeah, I’ve had a great night. It’s my birthday so we’ve hit a few clubs celebrating.”

  “Happy birthday. How old?” I ask, enjoying the conversation while Jett’s still busy on his phone.

  “Twenty-one.”

  “Wow, I would have thought you were older.”

  He grins at me and before he can say anything else, one of his drunken friends interrupts quite loudly. “Don’t let his age fool you, darlin’, he’s got enough experience and knows how to fuck. All you gotta do is say the word.”

  Strong hands suddenly grasp my arms and move me backwards. Jett’s angry face flashes past me as he steps forward. “What the fuck did you just say?” he fumes at the guy who just spoke, his body tensed.

  “I said that my friend here knows how to - ”

  Jett cuts him off. “I fucking know what you said, dickhead. What I’m actually wondering is why the fuck you would say that.”

  Shit, he’s wound tight, and as far as I’m concerned, the guy doesn’t deserve his attention. “Jett, he’s drunk. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying.” I try to pull him away but he doesn’t budge an inch.

  The guy holds his hands up in a defensive gesture. “I didn’t mean anything, man. I was just having some fun.”

  “Yeah, well I don’t appreciate you having fun with my woman. Be careful who you say that shit to in the future,” Jett continues his tirade and I realise where this is coming from.

  He’s jealous.

  Well, fuck. If there’s one thing I hate in a partner, it’s jealousy. Jett has always seemed so level headed and secure to me that I didn’t think we’d have a problem with this. Hopefully, it’s a once off because I’m not sure I’ll cope well if it isn’t.

  The guy backs off and steers his group away from Jett, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

>   Jett watches them go and then turns to me. “Are you okay?”

  He seems genuinely concerned that I’m okay and I wonder if I’ve misunderstood. Perhaps it wasn’t jealousy at all. I give him a smile and nod my head. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

  A long, hard breath escapes his lips. “Good. I can’t fucking stand assholes like that who think they can say that kind of shit to women.” He wraps his arms around me and presses a kiss to my forehead.

  Thank God. He’s not jealous; he’s just concerned.

  10

  Jett

  “Best. Sex. Ever.” Presley declares as I collapse onto the bed next to her.

  “I try my best, sweetheart,” I say as I roll onto my side, prop myself up on my elbow and place my hand on her stomach. I don’t tell her it’s also the best sex I’ve ever had. She already knows how whipped I am; she doesn’t need further reinforcement. Hell, at this point, she could rip my heart apart with how open I’ve been about my feelings.

  Her gaze travels down my body and I enjoy the fuck out of her eyes on me. It’s almost as good as her hands on me. I trace my fingers over her stomach while she’s busy taking in my body. Her skin feels so damn good. I could happily stay like this all day – her eyes on me, my hands on her.

  Eventually, she catches my gaze again and asks, “What does this tattoo mean?”

  She’s placed her hand on the tattoo on my chest. Out of all the tattoos I have, this one has the most meaning and while I never hide anything from her, this one hurts to think about sometimes. I reach for her hand and take hold of it. Dipping my face to hers, I say, “It’s a reminder.”

  “Of what?” She’s watching me closely, waiting for my reply.

  I squeeze her hand softly. “Not to let life pass by while I’m dealing with shit. To dance in the rain during the storm.”

  “Tell me about it. Why did you choose those images?” she asks, her voice breathy as if she’s holding her breath a little.

  Sadness pierces my heart.

  Fuck.

  I try not to think about this time in my life too often. It might have been fourteen years ago, but the memories lie just beneath the surface and the pain is all too real.