Alphas & Fairytales: A New Year's Eve Anthology

by Molly McLain

  I could feel him smiling against me as he murmured, “Fucking love eating your sweet pussy. Yeah, dig those heels harder into my back, babe.”

  I moaned, and slamming my hands down gripped the bedspread as my hips involuntarily jerked toward him, my body wanting more of him, always wanting more. When he slid two fingers inside then moved his mouth up and sucked my clitoris into its hot, wet confines, I screamed out his name and came completely apart.

  “Oh…shit…baby…” I breathed out, my chest heaving gazing down to see him smirking at me.

  His golden eyes practically glowed as he ran his fingers over his lips before sliding them into his mouth to suck them clean.

  God.

  “Love how you taste, Priss.”

  Holy wow.

  “Love you, Gable,” I muttered, still breathing hard, the sequins on my dress making little clicking noises as they grazed each other.

  “Love you back, babe.” He grinned down at me, always so damned proud of how he could make me shatter into a million pieces for him.

  Of course, in no way did I mind his smugness because, first of all, he was amazing at everything he did, and second, who was I to complain about experiencing the best orgasms I’d ever had?

  “I love my Gable-gasms,” I said, giving him a blissful smile.

  He barked out a laugh. “Babe…” He ran a hand through his messed-up-from-my-fingers-clutching-the-hell-out-of-it hair then taking his jacket by the lapels, snapped it, straightening it out.

  I sat up and smoothed my dress down where it hit me mid-thigh then still in a climax cloud, stood and walked over to where he was messing with his bowtie in the wall mirror. Adjusting it for him, I remarked as I looked hazily at his reflection, “I think I owe you.”

  “Oh, you’ll pay,” he announced provocatively, his lust-filled eyes meeting mine in the mirror and at the promise behind them a shiver ran through my body.

  “Okay,” I whispered, all caught up in his seduction.

  He chuckled low. “Fucking love you, Scout.” Turning to me, he kissed me hard. “If we’re gonna make this party, we need to go,” he said against my lips.

  “I don’t know. I think I might wanna stay here while you make me pay,” I answered breathily.

  He laughed as he pulled away. “Baby...”

  I blinked looking up at him then finally returning from Va-Va-Voom Land, I snapped out of my trance. “Ugh! Damn it, Gable! I can’t help it if you put me into sex comas.” He threw his head back and laughed and I couldn’t help but smile at how gorgeous my husband was.

  Yes, husband!

  After he’d graduated, Gable had landed a job as an architect with a prestigious Seattle firm. A year later when I graduated, I’d been hired by the Seattle Times writing the local news. I’d been at my job for almost a year, when one night we’d had a sex-athon that had started in his office and ended in the shower at home. I’d come so many times I’d lost count, and as I was lazily letting the water stream over my hair before washing it, I’d turned to reach for the shampoo bottle when I’d seen Gable on bended knee. In the shower!

  “Wh-what are you doing?” I’d stammered, looking down at him as if he were crazy.

  He’d tipped one side of his mouth up in a half smirk, the water running down his face, then said, “I love you, Scout. From the moment I saw you, knew you were mine. I just wanna make it official.”

  I’d choked out a sob holding a hand to my mouth. There he knelt, naked as the day he was born, gorgeous tattoos on display, looking up at me in expectation, although his seductive eyes did do an up-and-down of my body as he’d licked his lips before they landed back on mine.

  “Are…are you asking…” Well, thank God I was a newspaper reporter because obviously, I never could’ve handled a job where I had to voice the news. Jeez.

  “Babe. Be my wife.”

  “Okay,” I’d answered eloquently.

  He’d grinned and stood, wrapping his arms around me. “Ring’s in my jacket.” He’d cast his eyes down at himself then gazing back at me had mumbled, “Didn’t really have anywhere to put it in here, you know?”

  I’d cracked up at that then proceeded to kiss the fool out of him. Pulling back, I’d declared, “I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

  “I know,” he’d said with a smug smile. Before I could retort, he’d picked me up where I’d wrapped my legs around his waist. Pushing me against the wall, he’d sealed the deal by sliding inside me deeply, filling me so fully. His powerful thrusts made my breath catch, and my head fall back to the wall as a heated moan emanated from deep in my throat as I pulsed around his length.

  “Oh, God…” I’d breathed.

  “Love how your pussy grips my cock, Priss. Like it doesn’t wanna let it go,” he growled. “Luckiest fuckin’ man on the fuckin’ planet.”

  And I’d come, loving how he felt inside me. Loving that he loved being inside me.

  Loving that he’d felt just as lucky as I did.

  We’d married in my home church in Stone Springs, Idaho, a year later, and for the last ten months, I’d gotten a huge kick every time I saw my bylines in the paper that read, “By Scout Powers.”

  I now nudged him with my shoulder away from the mirror and after checking myself and fixing my hair a bit I said, “Let’s do this!”

  Chapter 3

  By the time we made it down to the party in the mansion behind the MGM Grand, there’d been some kind of skirmish but I wasn’t sure what had happened. Chip and Jeff said they thought there’d been some kind of a fight but weren’t clear on the details. All I knew was the band Falling Down was playing and I had to get my eyes on Jesse Kingston ASAP!

  And holy crap. He was just as hot in person as I thought he’d be. Hotter, maybe.

  “Babe,” Gable grumbled from beside me as I stood staring at the rock god as he sang on stage.

  I turned to look at my husband and saw his head tilted down toward me, eyebrows raised in annoyance. I giggled out a, “What?”

  “Really?” he asked.

  Putting an arm across his back then sliding my other across his abs, pressing my front into his side, I assured him, “Baby, you’re so much hotter than he is. There’s no comparison!”

  “Mm hm.”

  I let out a Psh! then stated, “You think he could draw up blueprints like you do? No way!” I looked up at him convincingly and nodding.

  Gable leaned down putting his mouth to my ear. “You’re so gonna pay for this, Priss.” Another shiver ran through my body at thinking about what he was going to do to me later. “That’s my girl,” he said low before biting my earlobe.

  Gah!

  When the band started playing a slower, sexy song, Gable grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. Wrapping his right arm around my waist and holding my right hand in his left, he pressed our hands against his heart as we swayed to the music.

  I rested my head against his chest as we moved to the song and closed my eyes. Then my eyes popped open and I saw a man move quickly out of my line of vision.

  “What’s wrong?” Gable asked when I pulled back.

  I frowned as we danced. “I think someone’s watching me,” I answered.

  He stopped moving and looked down at me with a frown. “Come again?”

  “I don’t know. It’s just weird. I felt it at the fight too but when I looked, I didn’t see anyone. Just now, I saw a guy over there.” I nodded my head to the side where the guy had disappeared.

  Suddenly, Gable was all business, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the floor behind him, heading in the direction I’d indicated.

  “You see him?” he asked, looking through the crowd.

  Glancing around, I said, “No. Maybe I’m just being paranoid.” The place was packed with women in evening wear and men in tuxes but the feeling was real. I wasn’t being paranoid, I didn’t think, but I didn’t want Gable going on a freaking manhunt.

  “You stay by me, got it?” he ordered, still gazing around the place.
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br />   “Not like I’m gonna go anywhere without you, Mr. Bossypants.”

  He looked down at me, eyes glowing. “Adding that one to your payback.” I bit my lip and blinked as I looked up at him. “Fuck,” he muttered, grabbing my hand and taking me back to the dance floor.

  We danced to a couple of faster songs before I told him I needed something to drink. He’d taken my hand and I’d followed him off the dance floor where he grabbed two glasses of champagne off a tray a waiter was holding.

  “Can I get a water instead?” I asked. At his questioning look, I’d explained, “I’m dehydrated! We walked up and down the Strip all morning, and even though it’s December, it was still hot!”

  He glanced at me fixedly then asked the waiter to bring me a water which he did almost immediately.

  “Thank you,” I said, drinking down half the sparkling water in one gulp.

  “Damn, Scout. You gonna make it?” Chip asked as he walked up to us.

  I laughed. “I hope so. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was!”

  Jeff came up tugging at his bowtie. “Thank God for air conditioning. Jesus, it’s hot out there.”

  I frowned. “Where’d you go?”

  Jeff turned red before answering, “We took in a, uh, burlesque show down the street.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Yeah? Was it good?”

  Chip grinned. “Pretty fuckin’ good.” He clapped Gable on the shoulder. “You should’ve come along.”

  Gable’s eyes met mine then he rolled his. Looking back at the guys, he nodded toward me. “Got my own burlesque show coming up later.”

  “What?” I smacked his arm as they all chuckled. “Don’t let him fool you. He’ll be the one putting on the show later,” I stated then lowered my brow because that didn’t sound any better.

  Jeff cleared his throat and Gable snorted.

  “Oh! I won two thousand dollars earlier!” I told them, trying to make that awkward moment go bye-bye. Ugh.

  “Good for you!” Chip said smiling down at me.

  I smiled back and again felt eyes on me, but not wanting to worry Gable, I didn’t say anything, just casually looked around the place again not seeing anyone. Jeez. I was in a totally crowded place yet felt like someone was watching me. I had to get over this stupidity.

  “Wanna dance?” Chip asked me.

  I looked up at Gable who nodded then Chip took my hand and I followed him to the dance floor where another slower song was playing. Chip put a hand on my waist and held my other out to the side.

  “So, you got any hot friends you can hook me up with?” he asked as we rocked side to side.

  He was totally cute, tall with blond hair that was spiked up in front. He was almost as tall as Gable and built about the same, but smaller.

  I thought for a second. “I think I might! My friend Serina works with me at the Times.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? What’s she look like?”

  I chuckled thinking it funny that men always wanted to know that first whereas women usually asked first what a man was like before asking about his looks.

  “She’s a little shorter than I am with shoulder-length brown hair.”

  “She built like you?” He tilted his head apologetically. “You know what I mean.”

  “Are you asking if she’s fat, Chip?” I’d just met him on the flight that morning and he seemed like a nice guy, so I didn’t think he’d meant anything too bad by asking that.

  “Well, not that I have anything against larger women,” he answered. “I mean, I just wanna know what she looks like.”

  I could tell he was uncomfortable and I smiled. “She’s a little bigger than me, but she’s absolutely gorgeous. I think you’d like her.”

  “Cool. You think I could get her number?”

  I nodded. “She’s a black belt in karate, so you might keep that in mind.” When his eyes got big, I laughed. “So she can handle herself.”

  “Sounds like my kinda woman,” he replied, a sort of awe in his voice, and I thought maybe he’d be good with Serina.

  When the song was over and the band took a break, we headed back to Gable and Jeff who were talking shop.

  “We’ll fix that shit during bidding by addendum,” Gable was saying. When he saw me, he put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him.

  “Did you see the plinths they were thinking of using?” Jeff asked.

  And then they were off and running, all three of them speaking “Architect-ese” which left me clueless.

  “Uh, I need to use the ladies’ room, baby,” I declared looking up at Gable.

  They all three walked me out to a larger lounge area that had a gorgeous fountain where they started commenting on the construction of everything around them. Oh, brother. Gable leaned down and brushed his lips to mine just before I went inside the restroom. Then he and his colleagues started in critiquing again.

  I used the facilities then taking my compact and lipstick from the small purse I carried, freshened my face a bit. After leaving the bathroom, I heard rather than saw Gable, knowing he was around the corner as he talked with Chip and Jeff. Just as I headed their way, a man stepped out in front of me making me stop short.

  “Scout?” he asked.

  I frowned, looking up at him not knowing who he was. But the more I took in, I suddenly recognized him. “Hayden?”

  Holy shit! It was my ex-boyfriend from high school! The one who’d cheated on me with Ivy, my now ex-best friend from high school. What the hell? Ack!

  “What’re you doing here?” I asked looking at him in shock. The last time I’d seen him, I’d been eighteen which was more than five years ago. He’d been just a boy then. Now, he’d filled out and was several inches taller. He was a grown man which had been why I hadn’t recognized him at first. And he was wearing a tux and was so handsome. Damn.

  This was so surreal. And now I knew I hadn’t been paranoid. I knew I’d felt someone looking at me.

  “I, uh, came to watch the fight,” he replied.

  “Is Ivy with you?” I asked, looking past his arm to see if she was behind him.

  He shook his head. “I’ve tried calling you.”

  I narrowed my eyes wondering if he’d been the hang-ups I’d gotten at work.

  “Ivy left me,” he went on.

  “Oh.” Well, Karma was just a big ol’ bitch now, wasn’t she? And of course, she always showed up when you no longer gave a flip.

  “Can we talk?” he inquired.

  I pointed past him. “I really need to get back to my husband.”

  His brow came down. “Husband?”

  “Yes. Gable. We’ve been married for almost a year. Do you want to meet him?”

  He looked toward French doors that led out into a garden. “Can we go outside and talk?”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Hayden. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll intro—”

  The next thing I knew, he’d grabbed my arm and pulled me outside before I could even let out a yelp.

  “What the hell?” I bit out as he kept walking us to a bench to sit. It was dark in the garden—the only light coming from the windows of the Mansion—and muggy and I really didn’t want to be alone with him.

  “Just sit for a minute, Scout,” he said, pushing me down on a bench.

  “I don’t know what you want, Hayden, but this is just weird. Gable’s gonna come looking for me and be pissed.”

  “I’ve missed you, Scout.” He looked down at me, his eyes sad. “I fucked up. I know I did. I’m sorry.”

  I let out a breath. “It’s okay. Really. I’ve moved on.”

  “I want another chance.”

  I huffed out a laugh. “Well, that’s not gonna happen because, first of all, I’m married. Second, I’m in love with Gable. So,” I shrugged, “you need to move on too.”

  I swear I think he growled which was fucking weird. When I stood to leave, he was right there blocking me.

  “I can’t. You’re all I’ve though
t of the past five years, Scout.” At my chuckle at how unbelievable all this was, he insisted, “You are! When I was with Ivy, all I could think about was how things would’ve been so much better with you.”

  I was more than fed up then. “So, that whole year you two were screwing behind my back was just an accident, huh?” I shook my head and rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. “We’re not even the same people anymore. You don’t know me now. And I don’t know you. And I want to go back inside to my husband.”

  The doors we’d come out opened and Gable hollered, “Scout?”

  When I went to answer, Hayden covered my mouth with his hand pulling me back against him.

  Oh, good lord.

  I struggled trying to get loose but he held tight not letting me go. When Gable closed the doors, I stomped back on Hayden’s foot which did the trick, making him turn me loose. Then spinning to face him, I spewed, “What the fuck was that? Are you crazy?” I turned and headed for the doors and was stopped yet again by his hand grabbing me by the upper arm spinning me to face him.

  “Scout! I need you! I don’t have anybody! Ivy left me for a surgeon and I’m all alone.” He sat on the bench and started crying, putting his elbows on his knees and covering his face with his hands.

  Jeez.

  Out of curiosity I asked, “When? When did she leave you?”

  “Three months ago,” he whispered.

  Ah. About the time the hang-ups had started at work. I’d thought they might’ve been disgruntled readers of my articles but now figured it was probably him.

  I sat down next to him. “Look. We all go through breakups and they suck. It’ll, uh, get better.” I mean, what else do you say to your psycho ex-high-school boyfriend who was now sitting on a bench in Las Vegas crying?

  “I did everything for her. Everything. I cooked every meal. Cleaned the apartment. Took the dogs on their walks.” He sniffed and I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing because Ivy had always been a bit of a spoiled brat. “She even made me take the trash out every day.”