Bossy: An Alpha Collection

by Levine, Nina

  Her eyes searched mine, reading me perfectly. “Okay.”

  As she took her first step away from me, I reached for her hand. “And Lily?”

  She met my gaze again, questioningly.

  “I love you.”

  The smile she gave me lit my whole fucking world. “I know. You can be a bossy asshole sometimes, but I know you love me.”

  “Don’t ever fucking doubt it.”

  “I won’t. And just one other thing.”

  “What?”

  Her eyes sparkled. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be having two desserts every time we go out for dinner over the next nine months.”

  I shook my head. “Of course you fucking will.”

  My wife would be the death of me and I would gladly fucking allow it because I’d never loved any woman the way I loved Lily.

  WANT MORE OF KING??

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  He features heavily in the Storm MC Reloaded series - especially in War of Hearts, which is the story of his step-daughter falling in love with one of his club members. You can imagine King forbidding this love affair, right?!

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  War of Hearts is an angsty, forbidden love story that I loved writing!

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  Here’s the blurb:

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  I tried not to look at her.

  I tried not to want her.

  I tried not to love her.

  But she won this war of hearts and now I'm a man on my knees.

  This love may kill me.

  My president will see to that.

  No one touches his daughter.

  He's removed me from her life.

  He's sent me to hell where every day is a bloodbath.

  If he thinks he's won, he's wrong.

  Every battle is won before it's fought and she won this battle a long time ago.

  I surrendered in our war of hearts and now I'll fight to the death for my queen.

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  An explosive and epic love story set in the gritty world of the Storm MC.

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  Check out the Reloaded series here.

  15

  Kick & Evie Valentine’s Day

  Evie

  Kick was pissed off and coming towards me with an expression on his face that let me know it. The fact I’d dragged him from a job King had told him had to be done today really didn’t help, but in my defence, the job I’d asked him to come and do for my friend was important, too.

  He made it to where I stood and looked around at our surroundings before meeting my gaze again. “You wanna tell me what the fuck I’m doing in a church? And why I had to come do this right fuckin’ now?”

  Yep, he was pissed.

  I placed my hand on his chest in an effort to quiet his irritation. “Avelyn needs your help.”

  He glanced down at his chest. “It’s not gonna work, Evie.”

  I played dumb. “What’s not gonna work?”

  Removing my hand from his body, he said, “Trying to calm me down by touching me. I was in the middle of shit that has to be done today, which means your Valentine’s plans for tonight are now fucked up. There’s no fuckin’ way King’s gonna let today pass by without that shit handled.”

  “What time do you think you’ll be home now?” Surely whatever it was wouldn’t take all night.

  “I doubt it’ll be before eight. You’ll be almost passed out by then.”

  He was right. I barely made it to nine p.m. these days. I wasn’t sure how any mother stayed up late. Our one year old stole all my energy, not leaving much for my husband.

  “I’m sorry, Kick,” I said softly, disappointed that I’d ruined our plans for tonight, “but I knew you could help Avelyn with this situation. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

  His eyes remained glued to mine, a storm of emotions passing through them before finally he raked his fingers through his hair and exhaled a frustrated breath. “Fuck, Evie, you don’t have to make it up to me, but we do need to reschedule our Valentine’s plans.”

  I frowned. “I thought Kick Hanson didn’t do Valentine’s Day. Why do you want to reschedule?”

  He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close. “I couldn’t give a fuck about Valentine’s Day. What I do give a fuck about, though, is spending time with my wife, and lately I haven’t been getting that time. So yeah, our plans for tonight need to be moved to tomorrow night if we can swing a babysitter.”

  My heart swelled with love for the man standing in front of me. The last year had been hard on our marriage. I imagined the first year of your first child would be hard on a lot of marriages. Add to that the stress Kick’s club had been under for a lot of that year and the fact I’d struggled with adapting to being a stay-at-home mum, and we’d taken a hit. But through it all, Kick had never once let me down. He’d stood by my side the entire time and fought for us.

  Gripping the back of his neck, I angled his head so I could kiss him and then said, “I love you.”

  His gaze found mine again and he groaned as he looked down at me. “Fuck, baby, you kiss me when I haven’t had you for three days, and you think I can control myself? In a fuckin’ church of all places.”

  I bit my lip, trying not to grin. I’d never grow tired of the way Kick wanted me. Catching sight of Avelyn walking towards us, I said, “You’re going to have to. We have company.” I pressed my hands against his chest so I could push him away from me. “And, you’ve got work to do.”

  Heat flared in his eyes. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re asleep tonight when I get home—expect to be woken up.”

  Growly Kick was my favourite, and I squeezed my legs together at his promise. The thing he didn’t realise was that he could wake me any night and I wouldn’t complain. I just never told him that because I also desperately wanted my sleep.

  “Hey you two,” Avelyn greeted us with a smile before shifting her attention to Kick. “Thank you for coming. I truly appreciate it.”

  Avelyn’s husband was the church pastor and was away at the moment. That was why I’d called Kick. A bad storm last night had caused some roof damage I was fairly sure he could fix.

  Kick nodded at her. “No worries.”

  I knew Avelyn through my mother who had started attending the church six months ago, but Kick had never had much to do with her. I wasn’t a churchgoer, but I’d gotten to know her after Mum had dragged me along to a morning tea. Avelyn and I had hit it off straight away, and she and I began a friendship I now treasured.

  She pointed up at the left-hand side of the building. “Most of the damage is on that part of the roof—” Her phone rang, interrupting her, and after glancing at it, she said, “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”

  “Absolutely,” I said, ignoring the frustration flashing in Kick’s eyes.

  “Thanks. I’ll be as fast as I can, but it might not be a quick call.” She hurried out of the church, leaving us alone again.

  “I’m gonna grab the ladder from my truck and take a look at the damage,” Kick said as he turned to leave.

  I reached for his hand and stopped him. “Thank you for doing this.”

  I wasn’t sure if it was what I said or the way I said it, but Kick liked it. I knew this because of the way he turned right back around and closed the distance between us so fast he almost knocked me over. His arm slid around me, holding me up, and his mouth smashed down on mine. He kissed me like he couldn’t get enough of me, and when he finally came up for air, he growled, “I can’t wait until tonight. My dick is so fuckin’ hard for you.”

  As his hands moved to the hem of my dress, I said, “You can’t fuck me in a church, Kick.”

  “Watch me, Evie. I don’t give a flying fuck where we are or whether God, Jesus or the whole fuckin’ congregation is in attendance. If I wanna fuck my woman, no one is stopping me.” With that, he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and slid a finger into my panties.

  Three days without Kick was like three days without air. In the busyness
of life, I often forgot that. I was so consumed with all things Elizabeth, housework, cooking, laundry and everything else that passed by in a blur, that I forgot I needed Kick to survive. His touch always centred me and brought me back to what was important. And that sure as hell wasn’t making sure the house was spotless.

  Arching my neck back, I closed my eyes, gripped his biceps and succumbed to the pleasure he gave me. When his thumb circled my clit, I murmured, “I’m going to hell for this.”

  His lips pressed kisses into my neck while he continued to fuck me with his fingers. “You want me to fuck you on the pew or up there on the altar?” His voice dropped to a low sexy gravel as he said, “Forget that question. I’ve already decided.”

  I opened my eyes, taking in the stained-glass windows surrounding us, and the rich, dark wood ceiling that brought back memories of Sunday school and the bible I used to love reading as a child.

  My senses were overwhelmed not only by the thought of having sex in a church, but also by Kick’s scent and touch. With every stroke of his finger and every kiss of his lips, I fell completely under his spell. For all I cared, he could rip the cross off the wall and fuck me on that.

  I really was going to hell.

  Moving my hands from his biceps up over his shoulders to his neck, I took hold of his face to bring his mouth down to mine. We lost ourselves in a kiss that made my knees weak. I clung to Kick, hooking one leg around him while he brought me to orgasm.

  It shattered through me, and as I cried out his name, Kick dragged his lips from mine to rasp, “Definitely to hell, baby.”

  With that, he scooped me up into his arms and walked me to the alter railing. Depositing me on the ground, he ordered, “Grip that railing and bend over for me. And let’s see if God can’t help me get you pregnant again.”

  My senses came back to me as he said that. “Shit, Kick, Avelyn could come back any minute.” I couldn’t deny it though—the fact we could get caught made this hot.

  Determination flared on his face and in his eyes. “Evie,” he warned me in a low, deep tone, “turn around. I’m not going another fuckin’ minute without that sweet cunt of yours.”

  If there was one thing Kick was good at, it was getting what he wanted, especially when it came to sex. He had this way of taking what he wanted without actually forcing me to give it to him. His bossiness turned me on more than I wanted it to, and today was no different.

  I did as he said, my whole body buzzing with need. I could hardly think straight thanks to what he was demanding.

  God, I wanted this as much as he did.

  He slid his zip down, the sound echoing through the church.

  My breaths quickened as he lifted my skirt up over my ass and pulled my panties down.

  I gripped the railing hard right before he thrust inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he ground out, his hands coming to my hips. “Three days is too long to go without this.”

  I had to agree.

  With my eyes firmly on the large cross hanging on the wall in front of us, I took every thrust, thankful that my husband was skilled at lasting the distance. Kick hardly ever came fast, and right now, as he fucked me in this church, delivering pleasure like only he could, I stared up at that cross and thanked God for giving him to me.

  Kick roared his release long after I came. I was barely still standing by then. He’d fucked me so damn hard I struggled to remember my own name, let alone how to use my legs to hold myself up.

  His strong arms circled me, and he pulled me into his embrace, my back to his front. Dropping a kiss to my shoulder, he said, “Don’t change our plans for your mum to have Elizabeth tonight. I’ll be as fast as I can with work, and when I get home, I want you naked and in the bath. We’re starting a new Valentine’s tradition. No roses, no dinners out, no movies, none of that shit. Valentine’s is reserved for the longest fuckin’ sex marathon of the year, starting in the bath because that’s your favourite place in the house. You get to pick how you want it. My only request is the cuffs come out.” He paused and spun me around to face him before adding, “And so you know, we’ll still be honouring this tradition in our seventies. We clear?”

  I grinned up at him, loving everything about this idea. “We’re clear, Mr. Hanson. And just so you know, you better bring your stamina with you. I intend to work you hard tonight.”

  “I fuckin’ hope so, baby.”

  16

  Hyde & Monroe

  Hyde

  My gaze landed on Monroe’s ass the minute I stepped through the front door of her tattoo parlour.

  Fuck.

  Not a productive way to start the afternoon. Not when I had shit to get back to for King after I fixed her plumbing problem.

  She straightened and turned at the sound of the bell chiming as I entered. A smile lit her face as she came my way. I’d never grow tired of that smile. Or those lips. “I’m going to make this worth your while tonight.” Her hands came straight to my chest before sliding down my body to my jeans. “Or maybe now. My next appointment isn’t for another hour, and Fox won’t be in until then, so we’ve got some time to kill.”

  I clamped my hand over hers to slow her down. The last fucking thing I needed was her hand around my dick. “It’ll have to wait till tonight, Red. King needs me out on a job after this.”

  She pouted. “He always ruins my fun. I can be quick.”

  My mouth curled up in amusement. “You don’t know the meaning of a quick fuck.”

  “I’m a woman of many talents, tiger,” she said with a sexy grin, her fingers working my belt. “I just haven’t chosen to bless you with a quick fuck yet.”

  “Fuck,” I muttered, grabbing her hand again. “I’m just trying to get through the fucking day here, Roe. King’s busting my ass—I’m looking at about six straight hours of work to get through everything he wants done—so as much as sinking my dick in that sweet pussy of yours sounds like the best offer I’ve had all day, I don’t have time for it.”

  She cocked her head. “You’ve had other offers today?”

  Monroe was fucking lethal when it came to my restraint. When she stood in front of me dressed to kill like she was today, with sexy shit falling out of her mouth, there was no way I could resist her.

  Wrapping my hand around her arm, I dragged her to the office. Kicking the door closed behind us, I pushed her up against it and claimed the kiss I needed more than anything. Being balls deep inside Monroe was a favourite place of mine to be, but more than that, I craved the connection to her that kissing gave me.

  She looped her arms around my neck as she kissed me back, and when I finally let her lips go, she sighed. “I need to keep an eye out for customers.”

  I reached for the bottom of her dress. “You have a bell on the front door.”

  “Sometimes it doesn’t work. We need to open this door.”

  I stopped what I was doing and met her gaze. “You want me to fuck you, Red? Or you wanna stand here and argue about the fucking door?”

  “I want you to fuck me. With the door open.”

  “Every surface of this office is covered with shit. It’s a fucking mess in here. Where do you suggest I fuck you?” There wasn’t even a spare wall to slam her up against. If she had a better option, I was all fucking ears, but from where I stood, this was the only place.

  The heat in her eyes cooled, and she took a step away from me. “There’s plenty of places. You’re just being an ass now because of last night.”

  I dropped my head for a moment and blew out a frustrated breath. She’d referenced the fight we’d had last night, which was becoming a recurring argument between us. The mess Monroe created in our bathroom with her makeup was in complete contrast to the rest of our home, which she kept obsessively clean. And I wasn’t a fan of it. Having to move shit all the time irritated the fuck out of me. After we’d argued over it last night, she’d hinted that I should sleep on the fucking couch, which I’d ignored. No fucking way was I going a night without her.
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  Looking back up, I said, “Not everything is about something else, Monroe. This has nothing to do with your mess at home.”

  Her eyes widened. “I’ve told you—that’s not a mess! It’s—”

  Jesus, this was the last thing I had time for today. I opened the door so I could go fix her plumbing and then get back to work. “I’m not getting into another fight with you about it.”

  “What you like to call a mess in our bathroom is not a mess. I need to see all my makeup so I know what my options are. And don’t you walk away from me while we’re discussing something. You know I hate that.”

  I was three steps out of her office, but halted my progress. She had a point—we both hated being walked away from. Turning back to face her, I raked my fingers through my hair and said, “I can’t win here, no matter what I say. And I don’t want a repeat of last night where you wouldn’t let me touch you. So let’s not get into this.”

  “If we don’t get into it, we’re never going to settle it. I just want you to understand why I have all my stuff spread out in the bathroom.”

  “I will never understand that. It makes no sense to me. Organise it into some containers or put it in the cupboards.”

  “Ugh, men! You drive me crazy some days.”

  “The feeling’s fucking mutual. Now, can I get to work so we can both go back to our day?”

  She stared at me for a long few moments before saying, “Fine. But just so you know, I’m already feeling like a repeat of last night might happen again, so feel free to take your time getting all your work done this afternoon.”

  “Fucking hell, Monroe,” I muttered as I closed the distance between us. Sliding my arm around her waist, I pulled her hard against my body. “I love you, but you don’t just drive me crazy some days—you fucking drive me to distraction. I can’t get enough of you, even when you’re arguing with me. Just so you know, I’ll be getting through that work as fast as fucking possible and then I’ll be coming home to finish what you started here. I don’t give a flying fuck if I break some of your shit, I’ll be clearing some space in our bathroom to fuck you on that vanity, exactly how you like it. And then I’m going to have you in the shower with all your toys. So go home after work and get ready for that, because there’s no fucking way it’s not happening.”