Five Alarm Alphas

by Leah Braemel, Lexxie Couper, Delilah Devlin, Marie Harte, Desiree Holt, Lissa Matthews, Cari Quinn, Shelli Stevens

So much for the shy teacher he’d considered her to be. She still had the sharp wit he’d loved listening to in high school, not that she’d been aware. He’d sat behind her in English class, but she hadn’t known he existed. Coop had always been just one of the Quad, not an individual himself.

  Other girls wanted to do him because he was a rare commodity, one of four quadruplet brothers, not because they genuinely seemed to like him. They wanted the athlete, the quad, the ladies’ man. Now they wanted the fireman, the playboy, the guy with the body. But he’d tired of playing around a while ago.

  Something about Josie turned everything around inside him, and he knew the night mattered as way more than simple physical pleasure.

  Coop leaned closer and tugged at the button of her jeans. She sucked in a breath, bit her lip, then nodded. He slowly unfastened her, and the smooth teeth of the zipper pulling apart sounded loud in the otherwise silent house.

  He saw a hint of pink panties and groaned. “I love pink.”

  She flushed. “Yeah? How much?”

  “So much it’s all I can do not to rip those panties off and shove deep inside you.” He removed her jeans, sliding them over silky thighs, and trailed his fingers down her knees and back up, unable to help himself.

  Her breath hitched. “I am so glad I shaved today.”

  All over? “Me too,” he said, his voice thick. Once her jeans were gone, he studied her legs and shook his head. “This isn’t going to work.”

  “Cooper?”

  “We need to get rid of the shirt too. So I can do my job properly.”

  “Well, I guess. If we need to.” With his help, they carefully removed her shirt, but Cooper didn’t want to stop there.

  “And the bra.” He leaned close to reach behind her to take it off and felt her mouth on the side of his neck. “Oh fuck. Don’t kiss me.”

  “Why?” She breathed against his skin, and he froze, knowing if he shifted the wrong way, he’d come in his pants. “Does it hurt?”

  He moved with deliberation to take off all her clothes, the panties too, and laid her gently back on the couch.

  Her gaze went to his crotch and stayed there. “You look like you’re in pain.”

  “Yeah. I’m hungry. Didn’t get my dessert yet.” He stared at the thin strip of hair guarding her pussy.

  She spread her thighs, and her glistening pink flesh drew him closer. He absently teased her legs and belly, gliding his rough hands over her smooth, pale skin. A true redhead, Josie had a creamy complexion that contrasted with his darker, Mediterranean tone.

  “I’m going to eat you up. And I’m going to start…here.” He forced himself to kiss her belly and moved upward, away from her pussy to her breasts. For a tiny woman, she had large tits, and he was dying to taste her.

  “Oh,” she sighed and threaded a hand through his hair. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt if you lost your shirt.”

  “Mmm,” he hummed, not really listening. He cupped her breasts and brought his mouth to one thick, pink nipple. The minute he closed his lips around it and sucked, she arched off the couch into him. He continued to teethe and suck, then gave the same attention to her other breast.

  “Cooper,” she rasped. “That’s so good.”

  “Happy birthday, baby,” he said around her nipple, still playing, enjoying himself more than he’d thought he would.

  Coop loved the female form, and normally he indulged in a bit of foreplay before thrusting into a warm, wet woman. They’d both come, and they’d leave satisfied. But he was happy just to touch Josie, delaying his gratification. “You’re so beautiful.” He raised his head to look down at her, one hand on her breast, seeing her hair spread out around her like a fiery halo.

  He had to kiss her. The press of her lips sent his entire world spiraling off its axis. She tasted like a mixture of beer and sweet woman, one who fit him exactly right. She pulled him closer, her good hand now behind his neck, and thrust her tongue in his mouth.

  He shuddered and deepened the kiss, devouring her needy cries while he continued to caress her everywhere. His fingers found her navel and continued south, sliding through the soft strip of hair over her mound. “Need to taste you here,” he growled and sucked away her answer, greedily eating her kisses like candy.

  She moaned and tugged at him to let her go.

  He did, praying she wouldn’t call a halt to this. He couldn’t believe she’d let him get this far in the first place. Then she gave him a gentle prod to move down her body. She widened her legs on either side of him.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he agreed and kissed a trail down her frame, not hesitating on his quest for her sweet clit. He sucked the bud into his mouth and shoved a finger deep inside her.

  She jerked and came hard, moaning his name while she quivered under him. The taste of her went straight to his head, and he continued to suck her while pumping his finger in and out of her heat.

  Sensing she’d reached her limit, he pulled back and sat up. He drew her legs together and straddled them on her couch, then returned his hands to her stomach, arms and breasts. He massaged her, learning her curves while watching her respond.

  “Oh my God. That was incredible.” She wore a dreamy smile, and his heart took a swan dive and landed at her feet.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” she said throatily, dragging her hand over his steely thigh. “Better for me than you though.” She could clearly see his bulging erection. “You really should air him out so he doesn’t suffocate in there.”

  He choked on a laugh that turned into a groan when she tried to run her nails over him. “No. I take off my clothes, I’ll be tempted to shove inside you. And I didn’t bring any protection with me.” Not that he wanted to use it. Not with her. The notion of feeling her warmth over him, skin to skin, made him break out in a sweat. And damn if his underwear wasn’t sticking to the wet spot over his slit.

  “That’s too bad.” She dragged her hand off him—thank God—and ran it over her breast instead, pinching her nipple.

  “Shit. Stop that.” He tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t look away from her playing with her breast. “Josie, this is all for you. Happy birthday.”

  She smiled, and the joy in her expression made him want to hug her and make love to her all over again. “But if it’s my birthday, I should get what I want, shouldn’t I?”

  “What do you want?” Don’t say me, because I’ll come inside you so fast, you blink and you’ll miss it.

  “I want to see you. Unzip those pants and give me a show. And maybe, if you’re lucky, we can come together. I mean, a massage would be easier if I had some lotion, wouldn’t it?”

  He couldn’t believe the kinky woman lying under him was the same shy, book-smart Josie Young he’d once known. Hell if he didn’t like this one so much better.

  Chapter Five

  Josie wasn’t sure where her inner bad girl had come from, but now that she’d given the vixen free rein, she had no intention of putting her away again.

  Maybe it was her birthday, the fact she had her lifetime crush with her, or that she’d reached the limit of celibacy and couldn’t take any more, but this—with Cooper—was the hottest thing she’d ever done. Not a prude, but not usually so adventurous, Josie couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken charge in bed.

  Or on the couch.

  “You want to see me?” Cooper growled, his deep voice turning her on. Not that she’d turned off yet. Coming once, so hard, had taken the edge off. But she wanted more.

  He ripped off his shirt and threw it to the floor, and she nodded, ecstatic to see more. The man was seriously built. He had little chest hair, but what he had brought attention to the solid pectorals and biceps that looked like golden steel. She could see the delineations in his abdominal muscles and that sexy sculpt by his waistline.

  “Damn, Cooper. You’re huge.”

  “And getting bigger while you watch me,” he muttered. “You sure you want this?”

  She stared at the
amazingly large erection straining his jeans.

  “Oh yeah. But once you show me what I want to see, you stay right there and don’t move. I’m getting a hell of a show for my birthday.”

  He groaned and stood on his knees to unbutton his fly. One measured button at a time. His corded abs flexed, his arms and chest rippled, and his breathing grew heavier as he teased at exposing more flesh. The trail of hair down his chest feathered down his belly and disappeared under his jeans. The man was torturing her with his slow striptease.

  “Hurry,” she prodded.

  “I would if I could, but you’ve got me so hard I’m having to be careful not to go off.” He frowned and sounded embarrassed about the fact, but she couldn’t have been happier.

  “Really? You’re ready to come because of me?”

  He swore several more times and pushed his jeans apart, then slid down his underwear, a sexy pair of black boxer briefs, and revealed true beauty.

  Cooper Talbot had a huge dick. Thick and long and wet. He hadn’t been kidding about being excited, and his desire recharged hers, no question.

  “Just…wow.”

  He flushed, and his eyes narrowed. “You ready to come again?”

  “I will if you will.”

  He blew out a breath. “Josie, you little tease, I don’t want to come. I want you to come.”

  “You don’t want to come? Really? Because it looks like you do.” And she wanted a taste of him, a long slow lick to see if she could make him lose his mind. A surprise, because Josie didn’t do unprotected sex, not with men she’d just started dating.

  “Shit yeah, I do. I’m not crazy. I meant that this is supposed to be for you, not about me getting off. I promised I’d keep my clothes on,” he said, sounding as if he was reminding himself more than her.

  “I don’t have any condoms,” she confessed and dragged her hand from her breast to her belly. Having captured his attention, she continued to trail her fingers lower, sliding them over her slick labia but not touching her clit.

  “Fuck me. Yeah, do it. Put your fingers inside your pussy.” He scooted back and took himself in hand.

  “I will if you jerk yourself off.”

  He groaned and started pumping that monster cock in time to her fingers moving. The erotic scene felt surreal, as if something out of her fantasies and not reality.

  “Tell me I’m not dreaming,” she moaned.

  “I know. This is too good,” he rasped and moved his hand furiously. “No way reality is this amazing.”

  She started to come again, but before she could finish, Cooper swore and replaced her fingers with his mouth. He sucked the orgasm right out of her in one long scream. As she fought to catch her breath, he knelt above her again, jerking off that fat cock.

  “Gonna come all over you. Fuck, Josie. I’m there.”

  She wiped her slick hand on her belly, then reached between his legs, trying to cup him.

  He stared at her and came, a giant mess jetting all over her belly and breasts. “Josie,” he groaned, releasing until he had nothing left. Then he shocked her anew and rubbed it into her skin. He grinned, still catching his breath. “Sorry, baby. Had to put out your fire.”

  She laughed at the joke, not in the least bit upset about what they’d done. Finally, she’d broken her dry spell. And what a way to go.

  Cooper finished and leaned down to kiss her. Unlike before, this kiss didn’t feel seductive. He soothed and controlled, until she could do nothing more than succumb to his sweet persuasion.

  When he finished and leaned over her, his expression was one of possession. And damn if that didn’t please her.

  “I think we need to clean up.”

  “Um, sure.” She sighed and pulled him back for another kiss. “You are so sexy.”

  “Not as sexy as you.” He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, sweeping through as if he owned her. “I have to get inside you next time.”

  “Yeah.” She sighed again, then realized what she’d said. “I mean, well, I’m not on any birth control, so…”

  “Condoms. Lots and lots of condoms,” he said with a fervent nod.

  She grinned. “I guess my birthday gift is getting extended for a day.”

  “Yeah, I’m the gift that keeps on giving.” He gave her a hug, still conscious of her injured wrist, because he kept his hold light on her injured side. “Come on, sexy. Let’s get clean and dressed before Miranda comes back and sees more than she should.”

  “Oh wow.” She’d completely forgotten about Miranda—her roommate. Couch sex. Wasn’t that against their informal roommate agreement?

  “I made you forget, didn’t I?” He looked smug as he tugged her with him toward the back of the house.

  She took charge and turned with him toward her room on the main floor. “My bathroom is in there.” Then she grimaced as she rubbed her belly. “I’ve got come all over me.”

  “My come. Good stuff.”

  “Ew.”

  He laughed. “How is it that it’s your birthday, but I got the best present?”

  “An orgasm?” she teased. “I had two.”

  “No, not that.” He turned on her shower and warned her to keep her wrist dry. Then he nudged her into the back of the shower and stepped in with her, blocking the water.

  “Hey, I’m cold.”

  He shifted to allow the water to hit her, and she moaned with pleasure as the hot beads trickled over her body—but not her sore wrist, held high and away.

  “So what was your best present then?” she wanted to know.

  “You.”

  She stared into his eyes, bemused to see he looked like he meant it. “Cooper, you don’t have to—”

  “No talking. This is the final part of the massage. Where I bathe you, rub you all over, this time with soap, then watch you come again.”

  She shivered. “Again? I already did twice.”

  “Not your personal best, I’m sure. Let’s make a record.”

  He proceeded to do just that.

  By the time they’d dried off and she’d dressed in a pink silk nightie he’d picked out for her, she could barely keep her eyes open as he eased her into bed.

  “That’s it. Go to sleep.”

  “Are you leaving?”

  “I’ll hang around a little longer, at least until Miranda comes back.”

  “Don’t go.” She meant to add not yet, and reached for his hand.

  He grabbed hers, then slid a finger over her cheek and kissed her. “I won’t.”

  She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

  Cooper felt as if he’d been hit with a two-by-four. Holy hell, but sex that had been little more than a glorified masturbation session had beaten anything he could remember. He’d come so hard, for so long, he’d worried he might suffer a brain aneurysm from the indescribable pleasure. But the best part of his evening had been bringing Josie to orgasm. The woman was incredible when she came, so soft and sweet and full of pleasure. Eye candy to the extreme.

  He watched her sleep until he heard a door open. He didn’t want to leave but needed some time to figure this out. How had simple fooling around with the girl who’d once pantsed him in high school led to deeper feelings so suddenly?

  His cell phone rang, and he moved from Josie’s room to take the call, not wanting to disturb her. “Hello?”

  “It’s Hannah. And it’s a toaster.”

  “Wait, what? A toaster?”

  “Yes. That other thing that hadn’t come to me yet. The cat, the wrong address, and a faulty toaster. Mark my words—you’re heart is spoken for.” Then Hannah being Hannah added, “Dun, dun dunnnnnn.” She laughed. “Name the first girl for me, okay?”

  She disconnected before he could hang up on her, and the panic started to set in. Shit, no. The sex had been incredible. Okay, astonishingly great. But kids? Fate? Marriage? He started to feel queasy, but then he remembered how sweet Josie had been, and how annoying and weird his sister was. Just because Hannah was playing matchmaker
didn’t mean he had to marry anyone. But it did mean he could see where this attraction with Josie might lead.

  Just thinking about seeing her smile, watching her moan with pleasure before he slid inside her, or hearing her laugh with delight made him antsy to be the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes the next morning. That thoughts of her joy ranked up there with hot sex didn’t fit his usual M.O. when it came to women, but what the hell. Why fight liking the woman he planned to fuck until neither of them could walk?

  “Hello?” Miranda sounded like she was getting closer.

  He shoved his phone into his pocket and met her at the mouth of the hallway. “It’s me, Cooper. Josie just fell asleep.”

  “How is she?”

  “Better.” And hot, and sweet, and tight…

  “I’ll bet,” Miranda drawled. She looked him over, the same as he was doing to her.

  He saw a beautiful woman most men would fawn over, and had he not seen Josie again, he might have been one of her admirers. But next to Josie, she paled. Miranda’s blond hair seemed bland, not the rich auburn Josie had. Miranda had a nice body, sure. But she didn’t have that soft, stacked frame that fit perfectly against Coop. And her eyes and scent and smile were all wrong.

  “Cooper? You’re staring, but not at me.” Miranda sounded amused. “More like staring a hole through me.”

  “What are Josie’s favorite flowers?” Might as well do this right.

  Miranda’s grin widened. “She’s a traditional kind of girl. She’s a sucker for red roses.”

  “Roses.” He wondered where he could get a bunch at this time of night. The hour had passed ten. Then he remembered his mother’s hothouse. She wouldn’t be pleased, but then, she didn’t have to know he’d done it. Jaden had a reputation for destroying her garden anyway…

  “You okay?”

  He nodded. “Great. Thanks. Oh, we didn’t get to the cheesecake. Maybe tomorrow.”

  “Sure.” Miranda looked as if she was holding back laughter.

  “Do you guys go to church or anything?” He had the next ninety-six hours—make that seventy-two—before he was due back on shift. He planned to spend that time with Josie.