DIRTY ALPHAS: The Alpha Bad Boy Collection

by Franca Storm

  I storm over there, pushing through the crowds too damn slowly, cuz of how drunk I am. Shit. When I finally make it over there, Rox is holding Smiter’s beer and drinking from it. So many things wrong with this picture. First, she’s pregnant so she shouldn’t be drinking that shit. Second, my woman shouldn’t be drinking a beer that ain’t hers or her man’s. It’s a fucking insult to me.

  As I approach, Smiter catches my eye and I see the worry there. Yeah, he knows what I ain’t happy ‘bout and quickly snatches the bottle back.

  “Ax, baby,” one of the girls cries, running her hand up my arm.

  I snatch it away and snap, “Fuck off, Shelly.”

  “First name basis, huh?” Rox comments.

  “Come on, Ax. You can have both of us again,” Shelly continues.

  Jesus. This shit’s making me look real bad in front of Rox. Like I need her more pissed at me. “Shut it! Get the fuck away from here!” I thunder. They shrink back, but still stand there. “Now!”

  That gets ‘em moving. They scramble away quickly. It’s then that I realize everybody’s looking my way. Guess I was louder than I thought. Screw it. I don’t care.

  “Not very smooth for a slut like you, Ax,” Rox comments.

  “Don’t start with me.”

  She reaches for Smiter’s beer. That’s it! I snatch it outta her hand and throw it against the wall. It smashes loudly over in the corner. If eyes weren’t on me before, they are now.

  “Ax, take it down, brother,” Smiter cautions me, getting to his feet.

  “What you getting to your feet for? Gonna challenge me? Love to see that. I put you down once before, couple of years back. Happy to do it again. Step on up. Show my girl who the big man really is.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “You’re trashed.”

  “My fucking prerogative.”

  I shift my glare from him to Rox. “Get back upstairs,” I order her.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. Do it. Now.”

  She folds her arms and stays where she’s at.

  I lean into her and growl in her ear, “You look like a fucking club whore. Every guy in here is eye-fucking you and I don’t like it. You feel me?”

  “I don’t care,” she says, shoving me back. “You left me, so you have no claim.”

  “Like fuck, I don’t. You’re having my kid.”

  “You don’t want me!”

  “Yeah? That what you think, even after I explained?”

  No answer.

  “Is it, Rox?”

  “Yes.”

  “You wanna see how much I want you?” I thunder.

  It’s then that I realize the entire place is silent. All eyes on us. First time I’ve ever made this kinda scene in my life. Whatever. Got more important shit to worry ‘bout. I grab the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head.

  Rox gasps when she sees the tattoo on my chest and her name right there for the world to see.

  “Oh my God, Neil.”

  “Yeah.”

  Her hand grips mine and I feel myself start to calm a bit right away. I blow out a heavy sigh.

  “Believe me now?” I ask, tiredly.

  She nods.

  I pull on her hand, helping her to her feet.

  I wrap my arm ‘round her and she lets me. I look over my shoulder at Smiter and shoot him a look, letting him know that he and I are gonna have a talk.

  I lead her through the crowds. On our way, Runner steps up to me and says, “Hell of a show, Ax.”

  I thrust my hand into his chest and he falls back laughing. Dickhead.

  As soon as me and Rox turn down the corridor leading to the rooms upstairs, I toss my shirt on the ground, slam her against the wall and crush my lips to hers. I run my hands over her tits, her naked stomach and down her legs. I grip her thighs hard and she moans into my mouth.

  When I pull my mouth from hers, she’s panting, her eyes on fire for me.

  I tug her shorts down to her thighs. Fuck me, she ain’t wearing panties. Yeah, she’s dressed like a club whore all right.

  I cup her pussy and growl at her, “I shoulda taken you in front of all of ‘em for the shit you pulled, Rox.”

  “Neil,” she pants as I slide my index finger along her pussy. Already wet and ready for me.

  I shove a finger inside her and she screams.

  “This is mine. You are mine,” I tell her as I finger fuck her hard. “No one else gets to see you on display like this but me. You feel me?”

  She whimpers as I stop.

  “Well?”

  “I…yes.”

  “Damn right you do,” I say, starting to pump my finger again at a brutal rhythm that has her bucking against my hand.

  I stop again and she cries out with frustration. “Neil…don’t…please.”

  “Why’d you do it?”

  “I was mad at you.”

  Fair enough. “You gonna let me talk now?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You sure?” I press, sliding my finger in and out of her real slow.

  “Ah. Oh God, Neil. Yes! Yes, I will!”

  “Good. Now, beg me to make you come.”

  I pull my finger out and she gasps, “Please.”

  “Please who?”

  “Neil. Please, Neil. Make me come!”

  I smirk at her. “Seeing as though you asked so nicely…” I drop to my knees and yank her shorts the rest of the way off her legs. I grab her right thigh and hook it over my shoulder, opening her up to me.

  And then I bury my face between her thighs.

  As soon as my tongue flicks her clit, she shrieks and grabs at the wall behind her.

  I go to town on her, licking, sucking and biting ‘til she’s a writhing mess of need, desperate to go over the edge, desperate for me to let her come.

  “Oh God, Neil! Shit! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  I bite down on her clit and she comes, screaming like a wild animal, riding my face.

  She collapses against me when she’s done.

  After she’s come down, I unhook her leg from my shoulder. I pick up her shorts and my shirt and untie my club shirt she’s wearing so it falls down past her knees.

  “Bed?” I ask, wrapping my arm ‘round her.

  She nods. “Bed.”

  Chapter 34

  ~Roxana~

  “I can’t believe you did this, Neil,” I say, straddling him in his bed as I spread the tattoo goo over his new tattoo. His Rox tattoo, as he calls it.

  He moans at my touch and strokes my thighs up and down. His eyes keep straying to my t-shirt. His club t-shirt. I know he likes me wearing it. Although I’m not a fan of the whole MC thing, right now I don’t care, because it’s really comfortable.

  “So, all I had to do was rip off my shirt and it woulda ended our fight right away?” he asks.

  “I just needed to know you hadn’t…you know?”

  “Abandoned you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why’d I say all that stuff to you ‘bout leaving everything behind and starting a new life together? You really think that’s a line any guy would tell a girl he’s just playing ‘round with?”

  I shrug. “You need to understand what it looked like from my standpoint, Neil.”

  His hand delves into my hair. “I do, babe. And I’m sorry. Believe me, it was torture having to do it.”

  I reach over and grab a tissue from his bedside table to wipe the goo off my fingers. As I pull it out, I see it’s the last one. I wipe my hand and I tell him, “Wow, you really did miss me, huh?”

  “What?”

  I toss the tissue on the bedside table and point to the empty box.

  He laughs. “Yeah, my dick missed you too. A fuck of a lot.”

  “Aww.” I grab both his hands and study them. “I think I can actually see calluses here. Way too much jerking off, biker boy.”

  He grins and slides his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy. “Yeah, how ‘bout this sweet little pussy? Feeling neglected, was s
he? You take matters into your own hands?”

  I bat his hand away. “A lady never tells.”

  “Ain’t seeing no lady here.”

  “Hey!” I cry, slapping his arm.

  He grabs my hands and rolls us over so he’s on top of me. “Sorry. Must be thinking of your club whore get up from last night.”

  I wince. “Yeah, about that…you really pissed me off.”

  “I get that, Rox. But please promise me you ain’t never gonna pull that shit again. You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack.”

  I nod.

  He squeezes my hands. “While we’re on that, you can’t drink from another man’s beer when he ain’t your guy.”

  “You’re serious?”

  “Yeah. It’s an insult to me. And don’t even get me started on you doing it while you’re pregnant.”

  “Okay,” I say, nodding. While the drinking-from-another-man’s-beer thing might sound ridiculous to me, I get that it’s not in his world. It’s important to him, so I’ll respect that.

  “Thank fuck, babe,” he says, gazing at me with a loving smile on his face as he strokes my hair.

  “Neil,” I breathe, looking up at him.

  “Yeah, beautiful girl?”

  I smile excitedly and tell him, “About this baby….”

  He rolls off me and sits up, rigidly straight. “Yeah?” he asks, eagerly.

  I sit up too. “We don’t do this…have this baby…with you still here. It’s too dangerous.”

  A small, hopeful smile forms on his face. “You’re saying….?”

  I grin at him. “I want to have the baby. Our baby.”

  He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him and kissing me all over.

  “Neil! Suffocating the expectant mother!”

  He releases me immediately and as he pulls back, I see tears glistening in his eyes. Wow, you don’t see that every day: a big, scary biker crying. I cup the side of his face. “Aww, baby. You okay?”

  He nods and chokes, “Yeah. Just ain’t used to this.”

  “Used to what, baby?”

  “The light you’ve brought to my life.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He gestures to his chest tattoo. “You’re my sunshine, Rox. My whole life ain’t been nothing but darkness, brutality and pain. It’s all I’ve known. But you…you’ve pushed all that shit away. Shown me something else. A chance at a better life.”

  I pull him into me and hold him tightly. “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you, babe.” He pulls away after a moment and grins at me as he asks, “How’s this fit into your whole thing ‘bout settling down and having kids being like a jail sentence?”

  I shrug. “It doesn’t feel that way…with you.”

  “Yeah?” he says, smiling. “You know why, Rox? Cuz, as much as it pisses me off sometimes when you bust my balls and fight me on stupid shit, I fucking love your fire. Never wanna change that ‘bout you. Like you wild and ballsy.”

  I smile and tell him, “Ralph once told me that the right man wouldn’t try to tame me.”

  “Guess the fucker was right.”

  “Yeah, he was. You might be a crazy possessive alpha male biker, but you’re man enough to accept I’m a lot like that too.”

  “Turns me the fuck on, babe. You’re strong. Know who you are. Weak women bore the shit outta me. Ain’t got that issue with you; that’s for damn sure.”

  A long comfortable silence passes between us.

  And then I say what I’ve needed to say for a while now, “Neil, I don’t want you to keep going after Skinner.”

  He pulls back, shocked. “What?”

  “It’s too dangerous.” I rub my belly. “There’s too much to lose now.”

  He shakes his head sadly. “Rox, I got no choice.”

  “I don’t get it. Why not?”

  He lowers his voice and tells me, “Shit’s gonna go down soon. Skinner will be out in the open, giving me my shot.”

  “Simple solution: don’t go.”

  “Ain’t simple, babe. There’s a lot you dunno. Bringing him out into the open is gonna expose a…contact of mine. The bait. If I don’t take out Skinner, word will get back ‘bout the contact and all hell will break lose.”

  “What? Who the hell is this contact to be able to have that kind of effect across clubs?”

  “Can’t say. Sorry.”

  “Neil.”

  “Babe,” he whispers. “Nobody in the club knows. This shit’s dangerous. That’s why I’ve been staying away from you. But…when Smiter told me you were pregnant…I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave you alone knowing you’re carrying my kid. I ain’t that kinda man.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Us being together is dangerous, Rox. But I can’t fucking stay away from you. Shit.”

  “Neil, I can take care of myself. You’re worrying too much.”

  “Skinner’s guys are real fucking dangerous. Got massive reach too. That’s why I brought you to the clubhouse instead of my home. Much tighter security here.”

  “I can’t stay here much longer, Neil. I need to head back to Brockford. To my life. I can’t just stop it all. Things need to get done.”

  He shakes his head. “Babe, I gotta keep you on lockdown here ‘til this shit’s over.”

  I’m about to fly off the handle, incensed by all this club bullshit and his orders, when he grips my shoulders and tells me, “This is the last time things will be like this. I swore to you I’d leave the club and I will. I just gotta take down Skinner first. We’ll never be safe otherwise. And, if he finds out you’re pregnant with my kid, he’ll make it his mission to come after us.”

  “Why would he care?”

  “It’s like an insult to him, cuz of who your father is. They had a rivalry. So, his son and his enemy’s daughter…it ain’t gonna go down well.”

  “Well, what the hell is he gonna do about it?”

  He steels himself. Pain flashes on his face as he tells me, “He’ll kill you and our baby.”

  “Oh my God. You’re serious?”

  He squeezes my hand. “I ain’t gonna let it happen, babe. Just need you to work with me here and everything will be fine. I get that you ain’t used to it and you hate it, but you gotta take orders from me without question ‘til this is done, yeah?”

  Before I have to answer that, his phone starts ringing. He almost falls off the bed reaching for it so frantically. He holds up a finger to me, mouthing one sec and then he disappears into the bathroom.

  I know I shouldn’t, but, hell, it’s who I am. I creep to the door and press my ear to it:

  I know what you told me, but shit’s changed. She’s pregnant, you fuck! You really expect me to walk away now like you want? Better off how? I ain’t leaving my kid without a father! Is that a fucking threat? Yeah? Bring it, old man, cuz I’m done with all this bullshit. I’m done taking orders from all you assholes. You ain’t club president no more. You can’t do shit to me. But I’m warning you, you wanna try, I’ll fight you. You decide what you wanna do, but I’m done. I’m fucking done! She’s mine. That kid is mine. I ain’t backing down on this! You feel me?

  Oh my God!

  I know who his contact is.

  Even though I have no idea how it’s possible, it can only be one person.

  You ain’t club president no more.

  It’s my dad.

  He’s alive! My dad’s alive and he’s blackmailing Neil to stay away from me.

  How dare he? This is not happening!

  Neil comes out of the bathroom. He starts in surprise when he sees me standing there.

  “Dealer’s alive, yes?”

  “Rox, I—”

  “Yes or no?”

  He blows out a breath. “Yes.”

  “He’s offering you Skinner for me?”

  “Ain’t why I stayed away.”

  “No, I know. You were trying to protect me.”

  He rubs his face tiredly. He doesn’t say anything for several long moment
s. And then his gaze snaps to mine and he says, “I’m done, Rox. We got too many people coming at us from different fronts. We gotta step outta the middle of it.”

  “Skinner and my dad?”

  “And Trig,” he whispers.

  “What?”

  “He set me up on this whole Skinner mission to bury me.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “Yeah, I know. It’s all fucked up. Betrayal from within and all that shit. Gotta take ourselves outta the equation.”

  “What are you saying?” Shit, is he saying what I think he is?

  “We’re walking, babe.”

  “What? When?”

  “Now. Leave all your shit here. Anybody asks, we’re headed to the doctor to get the pregnancy checked out. You feel me?”

  “Yeah. I’ll wrap up my things in Brockford on the road and have one of my guys take the reigns while we’re laying low, off the grid, until things die down. My phone’s untraceable, so it won’t be a problem using it. No one can track us through it.”

  He nods. “All right. Get dressed.”

  Chapter 35

  ~Ax~

  “Neil, I need you to pull over,” Rox says from beside me in the truck.

  I turn to look at her and her hand’s over her mouth. “You gonna hurl, babe?”

  She nods.

  Shit. I pull over quickly, coming to a sudden stop. She rips her seatbelt off and hurries outta the truck. I follow her out and find her bent over, puking up all over the grass by the side of the road. I rush forward and hold her hair back, stroking her back gently.

  This one is bad. It seems like she ain’t never gonna stop.

  When she finally does, she’s gasping for breath.

  “This kid’s getting a talking to when she comes out,” I tell her.

  That makes her laugh. She turns back to me and asks, “She? You want a girl?”

  “Yeah. I’d love a girl.”

  “Really? Huh. I pegged you for wanting a boy. You know, given your whole macho persona, I figured you’d been spouting some crap about wanting a boy to carry on the family line.”

  “Nah, boys get in way more trouble than girls.” I point at myself. “Proof’s right here.”