Bossy: An Alpha Collection

by Levine, Nina

  Once I had her out of the house, I reached for her and said, “Change of plans. We’re skipping dinner and—”

  “No, you are not changing our plans, King. I’ve been looking forward to dinner at that restaurant all week.”

  Wrapping my hand around her throat, I growled, “And I’ve been looking forward to burying my dick inside you for fucking days, so I’ve changed the reservation for later and booked us a hotel room. If that pisses you off, feel free to take it out on my body, but there’s no fucking way I’m waiting to strip you and fuck you.” When she looked like she was going to argue with me, I added, “I warned you about wearing that dress. You chose to wear it.”

  “Fine,” she said with the kind of attitude that made me want to slam inside her right fucking now. “But there will be dinner later and you will be sitting through two desserts with me. I checked out their menu and I can’t choose between lemon meringue and cheesecake, so I’m having both. If you get to change our plans, I get to have two lots of dessert. And you also have to walk along the river with me after dinner. Oh, and when we get home, I really want you to watch Lucifer with me.”

  Taking my time at dinner was not something I was good at, and walking anywhere was not something I enjoyed. And I fucking hated that TV show. I did my best to avoid doing any of those things, but hell, it turned out loving Lily meant I was doing shit all over the place I’d rather not do.

  “Get on the back of my bike before I bend you over it and make your ass red,” I rasped.

  Christ, this woman held my fucking heart in her hands and she had no idea how much power she had over it. No fucking idea at all. I loved her like I’d never loved anyone and I’d go to my grave trying to make her happy. Even if that meant eating two fucking desserts, watching a show I couldn’t stand, and walking along a fucking river.

  14

  King & Lily

  King

  This takes place after King: The Epilogue book.

  * * *

  Me: You need to get naked.

  Lily: Why?

  Me: Because I’ll be home in ten minutes.

  Lily: I’m busy, King.

  Me: Well get unbusy.

  Lily: It’s not something I can get unbusy from. I have the plumber here fixing the toilet.

  Me: Jesus, I told you I’d fix that.

  Lily: But you didn’t.

  Me: He’s got ten minutes and then he’s out of there.

  Lily: He won’t be finished in ten minutes.

  * * *

  I called her.

  “King,” she answered, “there’s no way he’ll be done—”

  “I don’t give a fuck. In ten minutes, he’s done and I’ll finish whatever he’s started.” I’d been thinking about Lily’s cunt for hours; there was no way I wasn’t tasting it in ten fucking minutes.

  She turned silent for a few moments before huffing out, “Fine, but you are not leaving here until it’s done. In fact, I’m not getting naked until it’s done.”

  “Lily,” I growled, “as far as I’m fucking concerned, you’ll be naked the minute that plumber steps foot outside our house.”

  “You are quite possibly the worst husband alive. So damn bossy. One of these days, I’m going to refuse to give in to your demands.”

  We both knew that if my demand involved her pussy there was no way she’d ever refuse to give in. I didn’t bother to remind her of that. “We’re wasting time here. I’ll be home soon.”

  With that, I ended the call and made the trip home.

  I arrived nine minutes later, finding Lily in our en-suite.

  Her eyes met mine in the mirror and she slowed her movements as she cleaned the vanity. The kids were at their father’s this weekend, so we had two full days alone. I’d spent hours buried deep inside her last night, but had been called into the clubhouse at 7:00 a.m. this morning, forcing us to cancel our plans for a ride together today.

  I moved behind her and curled my hand around her neck before bending my mouth to her ear. “I’m going to get rid of the plumber. I want your clothes gone by the time I get back.”

  “Where do you want me?” Fuck, her breathy tone got me harder than I already was.

  “Surprise me.”

  Her breaths came faster as she nodded.

  I brushed my lips over her skin, warring with myself over leaving her. But I dropped my hands from her body and took a step back, because what I wanted to do to her demanded more time than I’d have if I didn’t get rid of the fucking plumber.

  As I turned to leave, she reached for my hand. “I want you to take me out for dinner tonight.”

  I ran my gaze over her face and then down her body. It hadn’t been my plan for either of us to leave the house for the rest of the day. My agenda was very specific, as was my goal. However, when Lily gave me the eyes she was giving me, and used the breathy tone that shot straight to my dick like she just had, I knew my plan was likely going out the fucking window. Meeting her gaze again, I said, “I’ll take you out for lunch tomorrow.”

  With a shake of her head, she said, “No, I want steak tonight. From my favourite restaurant.”

  “We’ve got steak in the freezer. I’ll throw it on the barbie for you.”

  She moved into me, her arm wrapping around me, her hand settling on my ass. “You know I love your steak, but I love theirs more. And besides, I want us to get out of the house.” She brought her other hand up to my neck, gripping me there. “I want a date night, King.”

  I curled my hand around her wrist. “What I have in mind for you tonight doesn’t involve clothes. I’ll take you out for dinner, but after that I’m bringing you straight home so I can fuck you for the rest of the night.”

  She searched my eyes and smiled as she nodded. “I’m down with that.”

  My lips brushed her ear as I growled, “Just so we’re clear, there will be only one fucking dessert tonight. And we’re not walking along the fucking river.” Since the first time we’d gone to this restaurant a month ago, Lily had made me take her there twice more and insisted on two desserts—because she couldn’t choose which one to get—and a walk along the river. I’d caved each time but I wouldn’t tonight. Not when we had a baby to make.

  “One dessert,” she agreed, her tone all breathy again. We both knew she had no intention of only having one dessert, though, and fuck if I wouldn’t be taking that out on her body once we got home.

  I stepped away from her. “I’ll be back.”

  Leaving her, I went in search of the plumber and advised him of the change in plans. After paying him and ushering him out of the house, I made my way back to Lily, finding her in the shower. She had her back to me with both hands pressed to the tiles. Her back was arched and her face tilted up so the water ran over it and down her hair.

  My gaze followed the line of the water down her back and over her ass while my mind ran wild with thoughts of getting my hands on her body and my tongue on her pussy.

  I pulled my shirt over my head. It hit the floor as I stripped the rest of my clothes away. Stepping into the shower, I reached up and angled the showerhead slightly to the left so the water wouldn’t get in the way of what I had planned. I then spun her to face me, gripped her hips, and crouched so I could finally taste her.

  Taking my time, I licked every inch of her sweet cunt before pushing two fingers inside her pussy.

  “Oh, God,” she cried out, her fingers grasping my hair.

  I inhaled her scent.

  Fucking deeply.

  As I finger fucked and tongued her, the room filled with her moans, heightening my need.

  “King,” she begged, tugging harder on my hair, “just make me come already. I need to come.”

  I looked up at her. “Do you want me to make you come with my fingers or my dick?”

  “I don’t care. Either,” she panted.

  “Tell me what you want, Lily.”

  “I can’t decide. You choose.” I knew by the way her words came together loosely, scattered,
that she was lost in the pleasure. And still, I wanted to hear her say what she wanted. Fuck, I needed that; Lily asking for what she wanted always turned me the fuck on.

  Standing, I ran my hands up her body. Grinding my dick against her, I took hold of her throat and rasped, “Do you want me to make you come with my fingers deep inside you or do you want me to slam my dick inside you?”

  She grasped my forearm before bringing her mouth to my neck. Her teeth scraped lightly over my skin and then she sunk her teeth in, biting me, and taking the decision out of her hands.

  I couldn’t hold myself back a second longer.

  She bit down harder when my dick was as far inside her as it could be.

  “Fuck,” I roared, losing my own mind to the pleasure.

  Pure instinct took over and I pumped myself inside her while holding one of her legs around me and keeping my other hand tightly around her throat.

  It was a quick fuck.

  Quick and rough.

  She screamed out my name as her orgasm shattered through her, and I came hard a moment later.

  As many times as I had her, it would never be enough, and I sure as fuck would never grow tired of hearing her scream my name. From that very first time I’d had her, Lily had created an insatiable need in me. One I wasn’t sure would ever come close to being satisfied.

  Her eyes met mine when I pulled out of her. Hand to my neck, and lips to mine briefly, she murmured, “You should come home and fuck me like that more often. You might be bossy, but it’s kinda hot.”

  I arched a brow. “Kinda?”

  “Well, for the record, I’m not sure it’s the bossiness that’s hot, because let’s be real, you can take it into asshole territory real fast, but I’m all about the sex it leads to. Also, what was with the texting? You hate texting.”

  “I wasn’t intending to have a whole fucking conversation via text.” I’d intended on one directive: get fucking naked. Lily had been the one to drag that shit out into a conversation.

  “I—”

  Lily was cut off when her mother’s voice floated down the hallway, growing louder as she drew closer to our bedroom. “Lily, I’ve got the carpet cleaning liquid you asked me to pick up for you, darling. Are you in here?”

  “Fuck,” Lily muttered, pushing me away so she could exit the shower. “I forgot she was coming over.”

  I flicked the shower off and followed her. “Tell me she’s not staying long.”

  Lily quickly wrapped a towel around herself, calling out to her mother, “I’m just in the shower, Mum. I’ll be out in a minute.”

  “It’s the middle of the day, Lily,” Hannah said, right before she appeared in the en-suite doorway. “Why are you showering—” Her eyes met mine briefly, widening as they took in my naked body. “Oh, King…. Oh my.”

  “Yes, Mum, oh. I’ve told you that you need to stop barging in like this,” Lily said, frustration filling her voice. Hannah had always had a key to her daughter’s house and was used to just wandering in whenever it suited her. Lily had tried to curb this since I’d moved in, but her mother struggled to change her ways.

  Hannah waved Lily away. “Darling it’s not like I’ve never seen a penis before. Although”—she eyed my dick again—“maybe not one as big as King’s—”

  “Mum! Stop! You need to leave. We’ll be out soon.”

  Lily looked ready to explode, so I stepped into the conversation. I usually tried not to get between the two of them, but this situation called for it. “From now on, this bedroom needs to be out of bounds, Hannah. Unless Lily invites you in.”

  “I really didn’t think you were home,” Hannah said. “Lily told me you were out when we talked earlier.”

  Lily reached for my towel and shoved it at me as she said to her mother, “That was three hours ago.” She then moved to Hannah, placed her hands on her shoulders and spun her around. Pushing her towards the bedroom door, she said, “Go and wait in the kitchen for me. We need to have a big talk about how inappropriate this is and the fact you will never do it again.”

  “Lily, darling, you’re overreacting,” Hannah started, but Lily wasn’t having any of it.

  “I’m not and you need to stop arguing with me,” she said. “This isn’t just my bedroom anymore. I mean, it hasn’t been for awhile, but you just keep acting like—”

  Hannah cut her off with a wave of her hand again. “I don’t keep acting like anything—”

  With the towel secured around my waist, I cut in on their argument. Fuck knew, these two could argue for hours if left to their own devices. “Hannah,” I barked. “You need to leave now and wait for us in the kitchen. And this needs to never happen again. I’m not having this conversation again, so tell me I’ve made myself clear.”

  Her eyes widened again, this time because of my tone rather than my dick. A good fucking thing, because I was sure my wife would completely lose her shit if her mother continued on about that. “There’s no need for that tone, King. I was just—”

  I cut her off again. “Are we clear?”

  Her lips flattened. “Yes.” She looked at Lily. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

  With that, she left us alone and Lily stalked to the bedroom door to close it after her. Coming back to me, she said, “I’m sorry about that. So help me, God, if she ever does that—”

  “If she ever does that again, the world won’t fucking end.”

  It was her turn to hit me with wide eyes. “I am not overreacting, King. She needs to understand that she can’t just come in here whenever she wants now.”

  “Yeah, and you need to understand that it’s gonna take your mother some time to adjust to me living here. She’s had you to herself for a while; give her some time.”

  Eyes still wide, she stared at me. “It’s not like you just moved in. She’s had enough time to adjust.”

  “You and I both know your mother takes her sweet fucking time to do anything, but she’ll get there. I’ll make sure of it.” And I would. Not for me; for Lily.

  She sighed, the fight leaving her. Hands to my chest, she said, “If my mother makes it through the rest of her life without me killing her, it’ll be because of you.”

  I brushed my lips over hers. “Put some clothes on and go see her, and for the love of fuck, don’t kill her. I need you here, not in a fucking prison cell.”

  Her hands moved up to slide around my neck. “I love you.”

  As her mouth came to mine, her sister called out from the other side of the door, “Lil, you need to get your ass out here. I have some good news to share with you.”

  Lily threw her hands up in the air. “Jesus. How hard is it to get time alone with my husband?”

  “Fuck knows,” I muttered, wondering the same fucking thing. Since our wedding two months ago, we’d barely found time alone. I was about to place a fucking ban on Lily’s family entering our home.

  “I’m going to take care of this,” she said. “And then you’re going to slam that dick of yours inside me again for the rest of the afternoon before taking me out for steak and dessert.”

  “Yeah, and that dessert’s gonna be lemon meringue.”

  Her brows arched. “So your bossiness is now extending to you telling me exactly what dessert I can eat?”

  “Someone has to make the fucking decision for you, otherwise we’ll be there all fucking night trying to decide.”

  “I might want cheesecake. You know I love their cheesecake.”

  “No,” I said with some force. “Not fucking happening.”

  She peeled her towel off and dropped it on the bed before heading to the closet, making sure to sway her hips in the way she knew would catch my attention. After selecting a dress to wear, she looked at me. “I’m rethinking the one dessert agreement for tonight. I think I’m going to have two. And I think that if you want your dick sucked, you’re going to agree.”

  As she slid the dress over her head, I moved to her, my hand going straight to her throat as I backed her up against the wall
. “Fuck I love you, but fuck if you don’t test me, woman.” I tightened my grip on her throat, growing hard for her. “If your mother and sister weren’t out there waiting for you, I’d have you on your fucking knees with my dick already in your mouth.” I shifted my hand so I could rub my thumb over her lips. “We both know you’re gonna have two desserts tonight, but that’s where I’m drawing the line. After you’ve eaten, I want you straight back here so I can get back to work on making you pregnant.”

  Those beautiful lips of hers spread out slowly in the kind of smile I lived for. “What if I told you that you didn’t have to get to work on that anymore?”

  I stared at her. “What?”

  “I took a test today,” she said softly. “You’re going to be a daddy.”

  She uttered the six words I never imagined wanting to hear so fucking much.

  Six words I would have done anything to hear.

  Six words that brought me to my fucking knees.

  I thought of Lily’s kids as mine now, but bringing my own child into the world was something else.

  “Fuck,” I said. “Why the fuck did you take so long to tell me?”

  She smiled. “I wanted to tell you tonight. Why do you think I made such a big deal out of you taking me to dinner? I wanted it to be special.”

  “We don’t need a fancy fucking dinner for this to be special.”

  “I made a doctor’s appointment for Monday to confirm it. Do you want to come with me?”

  “There’s no way in hell I’m missing that appointment. Or any other appointment during your pregnancy.”

  Looping her hands around my neck, she said, “I know you’re already doing daddy stuff, but I can’t wait to see you with our child.”

  Lily had blown my fucking mind with this news and I needed her in a way I hadn’t experienced before, which was the strangest fucking thing, because I thought I’d experienced every kind of need with her already. But what I was feeling was on a whole new level.

  “Go and sort your mother and sister out, and do it fast.”