DIRTY ALPHAS: The Alpha Bad Boy Collection

by Franca Storm

  “Train you? You already know how to fight.”

  “The guys always hold back with me. I don’t want you to. Will you…do that?”

  Shit. Looking at her right now is like we’ve been transported back four years. She’s that scared little girl again. Seeing Greg has reduced her to that. “Yeah, I’ll do it.” Whatever she needs to push away the fear that the asshole sparks within her. That’s not the Nicki I know. She’s stronger than that.

  “Why did you come for me tonight? We’re not talking.”

  I release her arms and cup her face in my hands. “Why? You really have to ask me that? I love you, baby.”

  “But those—”

  “Those girls? I told you they mean nothing to me. They never did. I’ve been waiting on you, Nicki. For four years, I’ve been waiting on you. You are the light in my fucking life. Everything. My best friend, my family and the woman I love.” Before she can continue second guessing my intentions, I shake off my jacket and pull up the sleeve of my shirt. I point to my new tattoo.

  Her eyes go wide as she takes it in. A bulging heart with a halo over it. And inside is just two words: Nicola Lewis.

  “You see?” I tell her. “You see now that you’re the only one?”

  She scrunches up her eyes and tears trickle down her cheeks. “Oh my God,” she sobs. “John.”

  She lunges at me and her hands pull at my neck, forcing me down to her. My mouth crushes hers and it’s like a sudden explosion of passion. It’s been too long since I’ve touched her, felt her. My mouth devours hers, my hands running up and down her body frantically. She cries out as I push my hard cock between her legs and grind against her roughly. Her legs wrap around my waist and I grip her ass to bring her closer. I can’t get close enough. I need more.

  “Shit,” I breathe, breaking our kiss and just about managing to get a hold of myself. “Not here, baby.”

  “John,” she gasps, desperately.

  I pull away quickly. “Get back in the truck.”

  She does as I say.

  As I hurry around to the driver’s side, I clench my fists tightly, willing my body to calm the hell down. Right now, even the ten-minute drive back home feels like too much to ask.

  As soon as I slide into the driver’s seat, I feel her fingers crawling up my thigh. I bat her hand away quickly. “Don’t touch me, or we’re gonna be doing this in the damn truck, Nicki.”

  “I need you now,” she begs. Her eyes are on fire for me and I watch her rub her legs together anxiously.

  “Are you wet for me, baby?”

  “Yes. So wet, John,” she says, breathlessly.

  “Yeah?”

  She nods and bites her bottom lip seductively. She pushes her leather jacket off her shoulders and then pulls her top over her head. I notice new ink on her shoulder, but my focus is drawn elsewhere as I watch her slowly pull down the cups of her bra. She holds my gaze as she pinches both her nipples, teasing me, tempting me.

  Fuck me. I’m done.

  I snap, losing control, and lunging at her.

  She shrieks as I grab hold of her waist and pull her into the back seat with me. I shift her beneath me and bury my face in her neck. She yelps as I bite down hard on her soft flesh before soothing it with my tongue. My need for her is primal and can’t be controlled. I trail my tongue down her neck, her collarbone, to the top of her tits. Reaching around, I unclasp her bra and tug it off her arms quickly. I suck the soft flesh of her right tit into my mouth, leaving a red raw mark before doing the same with the left.

  Her hips buck against me and she gasps out, “Make me forget, John.”

  I pull back and shake my jacket off and then rip my t-shirt over my head. “Oh, I’ll make you forget, baby. I fucking promise you that,” I tell her as I unbuckle my jeans and free my throbbing cock.

  Fuck me, I can barely breathe. My heart is pounding violently in my chest with my need for her. The need to feel her around me again. It’s been way too long. I reach into the back pocket of my jeans, hoping to God there’s a condom in there. Thankfully there is. Shit, if there wasn’t, I swear, right now would be the first time I would break my rule of never going bareback. That’s how far gone I am.

  As I roll it on as quickly as possible, I watch in rapture as Nicki pulls her panties down her legs and then lifts up her skirt. She slides a finger into her pussy and then pulls it out and holds it out to me. Goddamn. My dick jerks violently. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  Growling, I grab her hand and swirl my tongue around her finger, tasting her. She moans loudly.

  I can’t take it anymore.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She shifts beneath me and does as I tell her.

  I guide my cock to her pussy. “Baby, I can’t be gentle this time. You ready for this?”

  She nods frantically. “Yes! Yes, John!”

  I thrust into her hard, burying myself as deep as I can fucking go. Shit, I’d almost forgotten just how tight she is.

  I don’t take it slow with her this time. I can’t. My brain isn’t functioning on any other level than this insane, overwhelming need to take her right now like a wild animal.

  I clamp my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams, cuz we’re pulled over on a public road and I don’t want anyone calling the cops.

  Fisting my free hand in her hair, I jerk her up to force her eyes to mine.

  “You,” I pound into her. I pull out slowly. “Are,” I slam in again hard. “Mine!” I roar, pumping my hips like a jackhammer, taking her roughly with all the emotion I’ve held at bay over these last weeks of our fight, taking back what’s mine, letting her feel my desire for her, and flat out claiming her.

  I pull my hand away and command, “Say it! Say it, Nicki!”

  “Yes! God, John! I’m yours!”

  “Only mine, Nicki!”

  “Yes! Only yours! I swear, I swear it!” she screams out desperately.

  “Good girl,” I say, dropping my hand in between us and fingering her clit.

  She throws her head back, smacking it onto the seat and shrieks as her pussy clamps down around my cock. Holy fucking shit. It’s too much. Too damn tight.

  I can’t hold it.

  As she comes apart, milking my cock, I release myself into her, growling and burying my head in her neck as the intensity takes me over.

  “Fuck me,” I breathe, running my fingers through her hair.

  “I’m sorry, John,” she cries, wrapping her arms around my back. “It was a stupid fight.”

  I snake my hand around her neck and she turns into my touch, moaning peacefully. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

  Worst argument ever, but best make-up sex in history.

  And now, now she knows she’s all mine.

  Chapter 40

  ~John~

  “Nicki, this isn’t necessary,” I say as she presses her back against the wall of the gym and waits on me to make a move.

  “John, you said you’d help me.”

  “I know, but he’s never gonna get that close to you again.”

  “We don’t know that. We thought that last week, right?”

  I blow out a breath. Ever since Greg confronted her that day she’s been insane about training at my uncle’s gym. And when I say insane, I mean she’s been here day in and day out for hours at a time working on her fight. And I’ve been with her. There’s no way I’m letting her out of my sight until that asshole is behind bars again.

  “John,” she presses.

  I’m hesitating here because she wants me to act as the attacker and take the same position that Greg did with her four years ago when he hurt her. And the very idea of it sickens me. But I know I can’t deny her. She’s asking for my help. She’s already a good fighter and she knows how to defend herself, but because she froze up the other day, she’s been overcompensating majorly.

  “Okay,” I say, walking over to the wall. “You need me to release you, just say the word.”

  “Yeah, yeah
. Just do it.”

  I reach out to do what she’s asking me, but then I pull back. Shit. “Nicki—”

  “It’s you. It’s gonna be fine. I’m not gonna freak out.”

  “We’re reenacting that night when—”

  “John. Just help me.”

  “Okay.”

  I grip her arms tightly, pinning her against the wall. I watch her hesitate.

  Instead of just a brief second of hesitation, it’s a prolonged reaction. I press my body against hers, pinning her to the wall with my full weight, and tell her, “Now it’s too late. You need to react immediately. I’m more than twice your body weight and he’s no different. Once I use that, you’re out of options.”

  She blinks hard. “Sorry. Yeah, I know. Again.”

  I pull back with my arms still holding her. “Up and out. Hard.”

  She follows my instructions and slams her arms up into mine in a jarring blow. She follows through by slamming into my outstretched arms at their weakest point; where they join at the elbow. It breaks my grip on her.

  “Knee,” I remind her.

  She moves her knee slowly to make contact with my balls, putting barely any pressure, cuz we can’t avoid severe damage if she did that with her full strength. I fake doubling over and she presses her elbow into my back, again, putting little to no pressure.

  I straighten up and tell her, “Good. Exactly like that. And then what do you do?”

  She rolls her eyes. “I run and call the cops. John, I can finish it. You know I can.”

  I shake my head at her. “No. You incapacitate then you run. It’s too risky otherwise.”

  “But I—”

  “No,” I snap before she can finish her sentence. Does she really think I’m gonna be okay with her putting herself in danger by trying to take him down? No way in hell. But this is just her wanting to make sure she has all bases covered.

  “One more time and then we head back to the building and start packing.”

  “We have plenty of time, John.”

  “We’re leaving in two days. I wanna get in one more practice before we leave.”

  She smiles up at me. “I’ve never seen you so excited.”

  I can’t help the huge grin forming on my face. “Yeah, I know. This is it. A bunch of big time label reps are gonna be there.”

  She smiles. “Okay. One last time and we get moving on the packing and practicing.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Anything for the guy who has my name branded into his skin.”

  We both laugh.

  “All right. Assume the position, sweetheart,” I say, shifting my weight for round two.

  Chapter 41

  ~Nicki~

  Both our phones buzz for the fourth or fifth time on the bedside tables. I eye John, but he has no reaction yet again. He just keeps stroking my hair as we lay side by side in the most comfortable bed known to man. A king-size bed with the softest sheets ever. Mmm, this hotel room is perfect.

  “This artwork is great, Nicki,” John murmurs, tracing his fingers over my new tattoo. “Milo did a great job.”

  “What’s the other guy’s name? The one who does mostly piercings?”

  “Clint. Why?”

  “He’s the guy who’s coming down here to be with Chloe.”

  “Really? He’s not—”

  “Her type?” I finish for him. “I think any guy with a cock piercing is her type right now. It’s her thing at the moment. You know, after Mitch?”

  He rolls on top of me suddenly, making me squeal from the surprise of it. “Wow. Did you just say cock, baby?”

  I screw up my face, completely embarrassed that I did. “Yes,” I eke out sheepishly.

  He grins. “Say it again.”

  I shake my head and he laughs.

  “I’m not sure I like the idea of you thinking about other guys’ piercings while we’re laying naked in bed together.”

  I swat his chest. “You’re such a jealous person.”

  “When it comes to you, goddamn right I am.”

  He rubs his dick between my legs and I gasp as I feel how hard he already is again.

  “You want me to get one?” he asks.

  I’m not sure if he’s joking or not. His expression isn’t giving anything away. I shake my head. “I like yours the way it is.”

  “My what?” he presses.

  Argh! I know he won’t let it go until I actually say the word. “Your cock.”

  His eyes darken. “Mmm…sounds so fucking hot coming out of your mouth.”

  I reach out and rub my hand over his Nicola tattoo. “I love this, John. I still can’t believe you did this for me.”

  “I’m gonna show it off when we play. All my groupies will know that I’m yours, baby. Nothing to worry about anymore, yeah?”

  I smile happily. “Thank you. I’m sorry I—”

  He presses his finger to my lips. “No need to be sorry. I should’ve been more aware of what it was doing to you. I’m sorry. I love you, Nicki. I’m glad you get that now.”

  “I do. I love you.”

  He rolls off me then and flops down beside me once again. He lifts the covers and I watch him eye his dick. “Hmm…I’ll think about it.”

  “Think about what?”

  “Getting it pierced.”

  “Oh my God, John! No! Won’t it hurt, like really bad?”

  He shrugs. “Probably. I’ll ask Mitch. The deal breaker is how long it’ll put my dick out of commission for.”

  I slap his shoulder. “Nympho! Is that all you think about?”

  He laughs. “Pretty much.” He turns onto his side and reaches under the covers, his fingers skimming my pussy. I tremble as he starts to work his magic. “Is that a problem?” he teases, his voice low and husky now.

  One of our phones buzzes again. John growls in protest, but doesn’t stop touching me. “Ignore it,” he tells me. “Your sweet pussy is my only concern right now.” He dips under the covers and his head disappears between my legs. A second later, I cry out as I feel his tongue lap at my pussy. “Ah! Yes, John! Oh, shit!” God, he’s a miracle. That tongue of his is unbelievable. I can’t actually believe how good he is.

  A sudden knock at the door startles me and my entire body tenses.

  John just steps up his assault, trying to relax me again. He slides a finger inside me and I buck into his hand.

  Oh God! I’m already so close!

  The knocking sounds again and the orgasm I was just chasing is lost, making me groan out in frustration. John grunts with agitation and emerges from the covers. He rolls his eyes at me. “I’m gonna fucking kill them,” he mutters, rolling off the bed. “So sorry, baby. I know you were about to come. I’ll make it up to you.” He winks at me. “After I kill them.”

  Them are Chloe and Mitch, the same two that have been texting us non-stop for the last hour to join them in the bar downstairs for drinks to celebrate our upcoming gig tomorrow at Eclipse. But John and I just want to stay in bed. After our long, tense fight, we want to spend as much time getting reacquainted with one another as we possibly can. After all, we’ve had four years to get the friendship part of our relationship down pat. It’s the sex part that we need to work on and that’s been nothing short of a little slice of heaven to me.

  I hastily gather the duvet covers up to my chest to hide my nakedness and then take the opportunity to perve on John’s well-sculpted naked butt as he snatches up his hotel robe from the floor. I groan as he slips it on, covering himself up.

  He turns back to me, grinning. “Hey, dirty girl. Where’s all that shyness gone to? Now you’re blatantly checking me out and drooling?”

  “I am not drooling!”

  He laughs. “More like salivating over me. I can hear you panting from here.”

  I grab one of the pillows and lob it at him. He dodges it, sidestepping it with his ingrained boxer footwork.

  Still laughing, he strides to the door and opens it just enough to see out, but not enough
that our visitors can see in. It’s so sweet, because I know he’s doing it to protect me from prying eyes.

  “Guys, a little busy here.”

  “Put it on hold, Casanova. We’ve got shit to celebrate downstairs,” Chloe answers.

  “You’re pissing off my girl. Worst timing ever,” John tells them.

  “Screw this waiting bullshit,” I hear Mitch complain.

  The next thing I know, the door is flying open.

  “Get out!” John yells. “Mitch, you dickhead! What if she was naked in here?”

  Mitch winks at me. “Then I’d have glimpsed a hell of a treat.”

  I roll my eyes.

  John smacks him across the head. “Watch your mouth around my sweet girl.”

  “Aw. Sweet girl?” Chloe says, in her cutesy voice.

  John rolls his eyes. “Oh fuck.”

  Chloe bounds over to me and pounces on the bed. “You naked under here?”

  “Maybe,” I say, clutching the covers to me tightly.

  She shrugs her shoulders and starts to climb under the covers with me. But John is there in a second, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her off the bed. He puts her down in front of Mitch.

  “Hey! I was just gonna get comfortable to watch some TV with my girl.”

  “My girl,” John corrects her. “And no one gets in bed with Nicki, but me.”

  “So possessive,” Chloe comments. “Hot.”

  Mitch and John both roll their eyes at her.

  “Come on, let’s hang out and celebrate,” she presses.

  “Look, I’m standing here with a fucking hard on and my girl is naked in our bed. You really think I’m gonna be doing anything else but her anytime soon?” John tells her.

  Mitch steps up to him and tells him, “Then I’m officially cock blocking you, dude.”

  John’s eyes narrow. I’m pretty sure actual steam is gonna start blowing out of his ears in a few seconds.

  “Baby, it’s okay. We’ll continue this later,” I call to him.

  He blows out a frustrated breath. “Fuck. Fine. Wait outside, assholes. We’ll be out in five minutes.”

  I clear my throat noisily and he gets the message. “Sorry, fifteen minutes.”

  Mitch grins and shakes his head. “No way. I know you, John. Go get dressed and then you’ll wait outside with us as Nicki dresses.”