Bossy: An Alpha Collection

by Levine, Nina

  I stopped sucking his cock and moved my mouth to lay kisses up his stomach as I stood, licking and nipping as I went. He was naked and I really just wanted to devour his body – he was that gorgeous. I made it all the way up to his mouth and stood face to face, taking in his grin and his dancing eyes.

  He wrapped his arms around me, gripping my ass. “Darlin’, I’ve gotta get these clothes off you and sink my dick into that wet pussy of yours.”

  Trailing a finger across his lips, I nodded. “Yeah, you do.”

  Not needing any further encouragement, he lifted my top over my head and discarded it. He repeated these motions with my bra, jeans and panties until I was naked too. His eyes slowly roamed my body, taking it all in until they settled on my face, and he grinned at me again. “Fuck, how many hours do you dedicate to this body to get it lookin’ this good?”

  Reaching out to hook my finger under his chin so I could pull his mouth to mine, I replied, “I like to fuck my way to this body, baby, so I’d say not enough hours. I’d definitely like to spend more time on it.”

  It’s the one thing that chases away thoughts of everything I gave up years ago.

  It’s the one thing that makes me feel alive.

  Our mouths met and an explosion of sensations shot through me as our tongues and lips tangled. He pulled me close so his erection pressed against my pussy.

  Yes.

  I ground myself against him so his cock touched my clit. Needing more friction there, I reached down and rubbed myself with his cock while I grabbed his balls with my other hand, rolling them back and forth.

  Oh, God, I never want this to end.

  His need for me.

  My need for him.

  So damn good.

  These moments were what I craved.

  It was in these moments when I felt good that hope flared deep in my soul – that long discarded sense that maybe – just maybe – my life could be good again, and I could have love, and passion, and a future with someone.

  “Talented with your hands as well, I see,” he murmured between kisses.

  I bit his lip softly, and then a little harder. “I’m a woman of many talents.”

  He trailed his tongue down my neck and chest until he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it, one hand moving to cup my breast as he did so. I threw my head back and enjoyed the pleasure traveling along my skin. I really was a tit girl and couldn’t get enough.

  “You like that, darlin’?” My moan was enough of an answer.

  I tangled my fingers in his hair and applied a little pressure to keep his head and mouth in place, on my breast. Dividing his attention between both my breasts, him sucking on me while I rubbed his cock against my clit was my version of heaven.

  Eventually he stopped and moved his mouth to my ear, nibbling on it and then he breathed out, “I’m gonna fuck you now. That okay with you?”

  Pleasure had wound itself through my body to the point where I was more than ready for what he wanted - more than ready for the release it would give me. The escape I need. “That’s more than okay with me.”

  He turned us so I was now the one against the wall and reached his hand down to my pussy. I moaned loudly when he pushed two fingers inside me and massaged my walls. “Don’t get me wrong, that feels good, but I need your cock, baby,” I almost begged.

  He smirked and withdrew his fingers. “Hang on, gotta get a condom.” He left me for a minute while he located one. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the foil packet and saw him put the condom on.

  Yes.

  Coming back to me, he bent so his face was in my pussy and I screamed out when he licked along my wet folds and dipped his tongue into me. God damn, that feels so good. Swirling his tongue inside, he gripped my ass and massaged my cheeks.

  My mind duelled with itself; on one hand, I wanted him to continue to tongue fuck me, but on the other hand, I really wanted his cock. In the end, the desire for cock won and I reached down and pulled his mouth away from my pussy. He knew what I wanted and stood up, lifting me as he went. I wrapped my legs around him and I clenched in anticipation.

  His cock hit my entrance and he thrust in, hard and fast. Just how I liked it. My arms were around him and I gripped as he thrust in and out, in and out. The pleasure inside me built as we continued our climb. Silence surrounded us except for the grunts and groans as we fought for our release, which was perfect – the less talk, the better. I just needed his body and his time, nothing else. His cock filled me, the friction divine, and when his finger hit my clit to massage it, I went over the edge. I screamed as I came and he grunted in approval. A moment later, his body shuddered as he found his release. We then clung to each other as waves of pleasure flowed through us.

  He lifted his head to look at me. “You done, darlin’?”

  I nodded and smiled. “Yeah.”

  He let me down and I headed for his bathroom to clean myself up, grabbing my clothes on the way. Neither of us said a word, but really, what was there to say? We’d both gotten what we wanted.

  I locked myself in his bathroom and splashed water on my face, enjoying the cold, cleansing sensation. Turning the tap off, I looked in the mirror. My face had that just-fucked flush and my long brunette hair was a tangled mess. The lipstick I’d applied before hitting the club was long gone and sweat had smudged my makeup. But the thing that stood out the most to me was the dullness I saw in my eyes; the indifference I felt towards life.

  The only thing that gave me a buzz anymore was sex, and even that was starting to lose its magic.

  2

  Madison

  Fifteen minutes later I was on my way home when my phone rang. Retrieving it from my bag, I checked the caller ID. Private number. No way, buddy. I ignored it and threw it back in my bag. However, the asshole was persistent and rang again. I ignored it again but after three more rounds, I was pissed off.

  I stabbed at the phone to answer it and snapped, “This had better be good.”

  “Madison, it’s Griff. Got some news for you that you’re not gonna like very much.”

  Fuck. Griff was a member of Storm, the motorcycle club that my Dad was President of, and my brother, Scott, was Vice President of. I grew up in the club; it was my family. However, two years earlier I walked away from that life, moving from Brisbane to Coffs Harbour to put distance between us. Now I spent my time trying to keep my nose out of club business. My family had supported my move two years ago, but they wanted me to come home. Scott often called and visited, trying to convince me, but I never caved. When I left, I’d been a broken mess, and I was still trying to put myself back together. Going home would be going backwards as far as I was concerned.

  I sighed. “What’s up, Griff?”

  “Scott wants you back here. There’s some shit going down with Black Deeds and he doesn’t want you alone in case they retaliate by going after you.”

  Black Deeds MC was a rival club Storm often had problems with, so I couldn’t see that this would be any different. “Griff, I’m fine, and you can tell Scott I’m not coming back.”

  “It’s bad shit, babe. Be best if you did come home.”

  “The answer’s no. Not happening.” I raked my fingers through my hair and blew out a long breath, wishing he would accept my answer and let me get on with my night.

  There was a long pause while he took in what I said. He probably hated this part of the job. Dealing with me. I would. “Right. I’ll pass that on to Scott,” he replied, and then hung up.

  I stared at the phone. He gave in way too easily and it made me suspicious. They had to have an agenda and I wondered what would be the next step now that I’d said no. Storm didn’t take no for an answer. Ever. And they didn’t tend to get caught up in bad situations for too long. They barrelled through anything that got in their way. They had a reputation for being a strong and ruthless club, so there was only one question on my mind. What the fuck have they gotten themselves into that’s made them feel this threatened?

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nbsp; “Hey, honey, I’m home,” I yelled out as I came through the front door.

  “I’m in the kitchen, chica,” came the reply, and I headed towards the voice.

  The scene that greeted me in the kitchen left me stunned. My best friend and roommate, Serena, had filled the kitchen with muffins. It was after midnight and there she was with about fifty muffins spread from one end of the kitchen to the other. Her hair, face and clothes were covered in flour, and there were ingredients and cooking utensils everywhere. Unusual for Serena; my BFF was no domestic goddess.

  “What is all this cooking in aid of?” I asked, because it had to be for a reason. Serena didn’t often bake.

  “My mother,” she said simply. And that said it all. Serena’s mother was a domineering woman and when she said jump, you said how high.

  “Ah, another one of her charity assignments?” Her mother was always doing stuff for charities so I guessed this was just another one of those. Usually, she didn’t get Serena to bake though, because let’s face it, we all knew her skills in this department were somewhat lacking.

  Serena nodded. “Yep, and at the rate I’m going, I doubt she’ll ever ask me to cook for her again.”

  I laughed. “Do you want some help, honey?”

  She flashed me a huge grin. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  We spent the next hour tidying up and getting the muffins packed and ready to be delivered to her mother later that day. At about two a.m. I crawled into bed, exhausted after a long day, but sleep eluded me. Thoughts of Storm and my life before I left assaulted me, and as much as I tried to avoid them, I couldn’t.

  I’d been in a living hell for most of the year prior to leaving Brisbane. To be honest, it began before that. It started after Rob attacked me which was almost two years before I left, back when I was dating J, the guy who I thought would be my forever. Our relationship had never been the same after J killed Rob when he attacked me. J blamed himself for the attack and I blamed myself for J killing him.

  That night had started like any other for me. I’d gone to work at Hyde’s, a local bar. Rob worked with me as a bartender and we’d had a fun night with all the regulars. However, after close, while I was waiting for J to pick me up, Rob had turned on me and attempted to rape me in the car park outside the bar. J was late picking me up and arrived mid attack, just as Rob had pulled a knife on me and slashed my arm. Five minutes later, Rob was dead after J shot him and so began our descent into hell.

  J and I had been together for a little over two years at that point. We’d been great friends for a lot longer than that. He’d joined Storm when he was nineteen. I was a seventeen-year–old schoolgirl at the time and fell hard for him. However, nothing but flirting happened between us for six years, and during that time, we built a strong friendship. Our relationship as a couple had been fiery. We couldn’t get enough of each other, but at the same time, we argued constantly. Our main problem stemmed from the club. J didn’t involve me in club business, annoying the hell out of me. I wanted to be a part of every aspect of his life and when he refused to talk about the club with me, I felt closed off from part of him, which led to many arguments.

  In the end though, what tore us apart was our inability to deal with the fallout from Rob’s death. After the attempted rape, J tried to wrap me in cotton wool. He constantly monitored my whereabouts and tried to dictate where I could go and what I could do. I was not a woman who could cope with that style of relationship. On top of that, I’d started drinking heavily. Feeling responsible for Rob’s death and being unable to work through my feelings associated with that, I’d resorted to shutting it all out by hitting the bar.

  It started out as a bit of fun, but quickly spiralled into an addiction I couldn’t get under control. J had lived with an alcoholic parent and had no tolerance for drinking to excess. He tried desperately to get me help but I blocked all his attempts. This went on for almost a year and the final nail in our coffin had been Jodie, a club whore who J had supposedly cheated on me with. I’d believed the rumours, or perhaps I had wanted to, simply to have an excuse to walk away from the hard work our relationship had become. Sometimes it didn’t seem like love was enough when everything else was a struggle.

  The year after I left J was the lowest point in my life. My drinking was worse. I had shut myself off from family and friends, and I had hooked up with a violent and controlling biker from Storm’s rival club, Black Deeds. Nix was the VP of Black Deeds and getting involved with him had angered my father, brother and J. This had been a good reason for me to continue the relationship because at the time, they were all pissing me off and it felt good to return the gesture. A couple of months into the relationship, I discovered that J hadn’t cheated on me. I was gutted that I’d thrown our relationship away so easily because of a lie, and went to him to apologise for not believing in him. That had been a turning point for me because we rekindled our friendship and he tried to help me get my life back on track. The problem was that Nix wasn’t about to give me up that easily. Although we had only been together for a very short time, he was committed to keeping us together. He didn’t like my friendship with J and the day he worked out I was still in love with him was the day he almost beat me to death. That was the day my life turned in a new direction and led me to where I was now.

  I hadn’t spoken to J in over two years. I’d also stayed sober in that time. Moving away from Storm saved my life. The problem was, I felt dead on the inside. I was a twenty-nine year old single woman just going through the motions of life. Sure, I had a job, good friends, and a great social life. On the outside, my life looked like fun. But it wasn’t real. And I didn’t know how to make it any better.

  3

  Madison

  “Hello, my name is Madison, and I’m an alcoholic.”

  “Hello, Madison,” the group responded and I proceeded to share my story. This group was my safe place and at that moment I needed them in a way I hadn’t for a very long time. As I finished, I blew out my breath and let the group’s acceptance and support envelope me. It seeped into my bones as I glanced around the room, offering a small smile in thanks. Someone else started sharing their story and I sat back and silently lent my support, as had been done for me.

  When I first started coming to the group two years earlier, I absolutely hated it. Although I knew I had to get my shit together, the last thing I wanted to do was give up drinking. It was the shield I used to stop the grime of life from touching me. When I drank, I could just let it pass on by. In the end, however, it sent me to a place I never wanted to go back to. I may have fought this group and what it offered for a while, but I made myself a promise to clean up my act, and I followed through on this. Slowly, I realised the support I found in the group was exactly what I needed.

  I attended meetings weekly. Not so much because I still craved alcohol, because I didn’t. No, it was more out of habit and to make sure I never went there again. As I looked around the room, I saw people at varying stages of their journey. The ones I liked to focus on were the AA newbies. They reminded me of how far I’d come and how much stronger I was..

  That night, though, I was feeling a little vulnerable. Thinking about Storm and J stirred up old feelings of hurt and anger, feelings I’d spent the last couple of years avoiding. In order to move on, I’d needed to lock away all thoughts of J. I hadn’t allowed myself to think about him and that had worked for me, but it wasn’t working so well after receiving the call from Griff. And while I didn’t feel like a drink, I knew myself enough to know I needed to be at the meeting.

  The meeting ended soon after and I headed straight out rather than staying for a coffee. Stepping out into the warm January night, I lit a cigarette as I walked home. My mind moved on to the long list of jobs I had to get done that night. Christ, I was supposed to call my brother over an hour ago. I pulled my phone out and dialled him. No answer. Fuck. He would be pissed at me. I left a message and then sent a text to Serena, to let her know I was on my way home
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  Me: On my way, what’s for dinner?

  Serena: Fuck off. You’re taking me out.

  Me: Am I? Make sure you wear that slutty dress for me.

  Serena: Oh, I’ll wear it babe but I’m not putting out.

  God, how I loved this chick. She was my sunshine at the end of a shitty day. Even on days when I was exhausted, she managed to pick me up. I would forever be thankful for the day she came into my life. When I moved to Coffs Harbour I hadn’t expected to find a new family, but that was just what I did find. I’d started a job in a clothing boutique and Serena was my workmate. We’d hit it off straight away. We shared the same sense of humour, and bonded over our love for slutty dresses, heels and inked men. Serena introduced me to her inner circle of friends and I became fast friends with them as well. The five of us were inseparable and they were always there for me.

  My phone rang and I answered it, without looking at the caller ID, with some attitude, figuring it was my brother calling back. “Scott, what the fuck is so urgent that you felt the need to leave five shitty messages for me?”

  A chuckle came down the line. “Babe, you’ve got the wrong man.”

  “Oh, shit. Sorry, Blake, I thought you were Scott. Thank God, it’s you.” I breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Obviously. What have you done to piss him off?”

  “Nothing. You know what Scott’s like. Always finding something to be pissy about,” I snapped. Jesus, just thinking about my brother gave me the shits.

  “Babe.” Blake paused and I was sure I could actually hear his mind ticking over. “The words pissy and Scott Cole do not go together in the same sentence. Your brother is far too intense that pissy just doesn’t cover it.”