Alphas After Dark (9 Book Bundle of Sexy Alpha Biker Bad Boys)

by Vivian Arend

  When he finally dragged his mouth away from me and stood, I caught sight of his shaft. I sat up and eyed the impressive cock jutting out from a thick thatch of dark hair. With an enthusiastic smile, I replaced his hand with mine and fondled his heavy length. I stroked up and down his erection, swirling my hand and marveling at the velvety steel beneath my fingers.

  Wanting to taste him, I moved to a kneeling position. Ben seemed uncertain when I glanced up at him. His hesitance surprised me. "Aston, you don't have to—"

  "Shut up, and let me suck your cock."

  My brash reply stunned him, and he laughed. Before he could recover from hearing me using the coarse language he seemed to love, I painted the tip of him with my tongue. His laughter transformed to a groan, the noisy, needful sound exciting me and encouraging my exploration. I licked my lips, wetting them nicely, and then wrapped them around his cock.

  "Fuck yes," he growled. "God, your mouth is so hot."

  Thrilled by his reaction, I tried to make the experience good for him. I took him deeper and deeper with every downward stroke of my mouth. For a moment, I thought he might be disappointed that he couldn’t bury himself in the back of my throat, but he didn't seem to mind in the least. His threaded his fingers into my hair, making a mess of my artfully arranged ponytail, and gently pumped his hips. Our gazes met, his needy and dark, and I saw that he wasn't going to try to wrest control from me. I could go as fast or as slow, as shallow or deep, as I wanted.

  Wrapping my hand around the bottom of his shaft, I bobbed on the crown of his cock. I used my tongue in the way that seemed to make him breathe the hardest, rubbing it along the sensitive underside of his head. He wasn't the only one breathing hard, and I wasn't panting from exertion either. I was getting hot again.

  Ben gently moved aside my hand and grasped his shaft. Realizing he was close and wanted to be in control now, I sat back on my heels and placed my hands against his thighs. His muscles bunched and tensed under my hands. Nostrils flaring and cheek twitching, he said, "Touch your tits. Pinch your nipples for me."

  No one had ever dared to give me such an order. I should have been outraged that he thought he could order me around like a sex doll, but I couldn't ignore the way it made me breathless and lightheaded. When I pinched my nipples, the bright bite of pain caused my clit to throb mercilessly. I liked it. I liked it a lot.

  "Open your mouth. Tongue out," he added, stroking faster now. When I complied, he smiled down at me, his eyes shining with approval. "That's it. Just. Like. That."

  With a groan that erupted from deep inside him, Ben climaxed. His hot cum splashed my tongue, the white bursts of it pooling there. I didn't break eye contact with him, not even once, and that seemed to make him come even harder. He milked the last drops onto my tongue before sweetly caressing my face. I swallowed his seed, my mouth curving with pleasure when he used his thumb to swipe me clean.

  Somehow he knew that I was aroused again. With one swift movement, he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. He climbed up beside me, trapping one of my legs under his and forcing my thighs open again. He gazed at my sex and probed me with his thick, rough fingers. "Look at how shiny and wet your pussy is, baby. Does sucking cock turn you on?"

  "Yes." There was no point in denying what he could see.

  "Do you want me to make you come again?"

  I rocked my hips and bit my lower lip. "Yes."

  Two fingers speared me and his thumb flicked side to side over the engorged bud that ached ceaselessly. Ben kissed me like a starving man, his tongue stabbing against mine again and again. Lost in the sensations he evoked, I climaxed quickly. Thrashing atop the bed, I relished the powerful release he gave me and sagged against him when it was all over.

  He ran his finger along my lower belly and drew shapes on my skin. His initials maybe? The thought of him branding me as his after only one time together should have perturbed me, but I found the possessive gesture exhilarating. What mark would he choose for me? It would be a beautiful tattoo I was sure but nothing so simple as his initials or his name.

  Exhaling loudly, he finally spoke. "I have to leave for a while. I'll be back before sunrise, but you need to stay here."

  "I can't hide out here indefinitely, Ben. I'm not the CEO yet but I'm working hard to earn my place while studying for my MBA. It's all right if I miss one day, but…"

  "I'll have you back in your office by Monday." Ben hovered over me and traced his thumb along my lower lip. "I'll get Baby back too."

  The mention of the prized car that Calvin had stupidly given away made my heart ache. "I think she's gone forever. There's no way we'll ever find her again."

  He smiled before teasing his mouth against mine. "You don't know the people I know. There's nothing we can't find."

  He kissed me properly now, our tongues flicking together and lingering. His forehead touched mine. "Stay here. Open that door for no one but me. Understand?"

  "Yes."

  "Good girl." He said it in such an endearing way that I could only smile.

  Rolling onto my side, I watched him dress and enjoyed the view of his magnificently toned and inked body. I couldn't wait to have him again and was already planning the ways I wanted him to take me. He wouldn't make me feel bad for asking for the things I really wanted in bed—a smack on the bottom, a yank of my hair, a nip on my shoulder. Thinking of the aggressive way he had taken me just now, I wondered if I would even have to ask.

  "You keep staring at me like that and I'm going to have to pin you to that mattress again." He jammed his foot into his boot. "But it won't be my fingers or my tongue enjoying your cunt this time."

  "Ben!" My face flamed with embarrassment. "You can't say things like that!"

  "I can, and I will." Amused by my scandalized expression, he leaned down and kissed me long and hard and deep. He palmed my breast and pinched my nipple between his fingers, not to hurt me but to make me tingle and ache in the very best way. Breaking off the kiss, he whispered, "Get some rest. I'll take care of this. I'll take care of you."

  He spoke the words so easily. I tried to remember the last time a man had promised to take care of me. A memory of my father's last lucid moments in hospice flittered before me. Hating the sadness that threatened to overwhelm me, I pressed my lips to Ben's one last time. "Be safe. Please."

  Surprise filtered across his face at my plea for his safety. "Don't worry about me. I'll have Devil with me. No one fucks with him."

  Remembering the man's scarred face, I didn't doubt that. "What happened to his face?"

  "Oh, sweetheart, that's not a story you want to hear before bed." He curled some of my hair around his finger and gave it a tug. "I'll be back soon. Lock the door behind me."

  I shadowed him to the door. Before he stepped out into the hall, he seemed to remember something. Turning back to me, he retrieved my cell phone from his back pocket and then handed over the handgun he had just tucked into the waistband of his jeans. He held onto the muzzle and didn't let me take it right away. "Do you know how to use this?"

  "This is Texas, Ben. I was shooting guns and going hunting at, like, six years old."

  He released it into my hand. "Keep the safety on until you need it."

  After pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of my head, he darted into the hall. I hid my naked body behind the door and turned the deadbolt as instructed. Sliding back into bed, I tried not to think about how many other naked couples had writhed with passion on this heavenly, plush mattress. I also didn't want to think about being shot at or my stupid stepbrother losing Baby or how much danger Ben was in at this very moment.

  Closing my eyes, I chose instead to think about Ben and that sinful, wicked mouth of his.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Ben spotted the quad cab truck idling at the end of the quiet street. He had left Madam Alina's brothel silently and without seeing anyone. Now he kept to the shadows, moving down the sidewalk with purpose. Always alert, he scanned his surroundings. After being shot at, he
was jumpy and expecting another attack at any moment.

  He tried to stay focused on the matter at hand but his thoughts strayed back to Aston. For the first time in his life, he had actually been reluctant to leave a woman's bed. He had never wanted to linger or cuddle. That simply wasn't his way. He liked a good, hard fuck and a quick exit, but Aston with her swollen pink lips, bright eyes and soft hands made him want to stay. He wanted to take his time and explore her lush curves. More than anything, he wanted to show her pleasure like she had never known.

  When he slid into the front passenger seat, Devil cast a knowing glance in his direction. Shaking his head, he put the truck in drive and pulled away from the curb. "You fucked her."

  "No." It was the truth, but only technically.

  "It's a bad idea."

  "I know."

  "So stop listening to your dick," Devil warned. "A girl like that? She's not for men like us. It won't end well."

  It was a reminder he didn't need. "Did you go to the containers?"

  Devil let the discussion shift without complaint. "Yes. Your bike is back at the shop, but it's fucked. We searched the SUV left at the storage center."

  "And?"

  "It belonged to the 1-8-7 crew. We found a bloody shoe with their gang sign all over it. Whispers has already heard that you clipped their leader. Another one ended up in the hospital."

  The name of the startup street gang that had been trying to take over some of the territory their family controlled surprised him. "You're sure? They don't have any money. How are they buying weapons and vehicles?"

  "They've got an anonymous backer."

  "Who would back a bunch of punks? Half of them are barely out of high school."

  "Which is why they're stupid enough to think they can steal from us," Devil interjected. "Do you think any other crew in this town would have the balls to do something so brazen?"

  "Not unless they wanted a war," he said, "and there's already enough of a threat of that with all the cartel bullshit spilling into the city."

  South of the border, the Guzman cartel was in the throes of an internal rebellion. So far, the bosses of Houston had been able to keep most of the mess away from the city limits, but Ben had a feeling the tenuous peace wouldn't last. Alliances were being forged, and only an idiot would take on their family who held one of the strongest positions of all.

  "There's something else you should know." Devil glanced at him as they idled at a red light. "I asked around about the money the brother borrowed."

  "Stepbrother," Ben corrected, thinking of the awful things that rat bastard had done to Aston.

  "Whatever. Listen—the rumor is the brother borrowed the money from us to buy a large shipment from the cartel."

  Now that was interesting. "Cocaine?"

  "A mix, I heard. Coke, dope, weed—the kid bought a lot. He should have made a nice return on his investment, even after paying his dealers, the loan to us and the balance to the cartel,"

  "But?" He sensed this story had a hell of a twist coming.

  "The dumbass got robbed." Devil paused a moment, as if waiting for him to put the puzzle pieces together.

  "By the 1-8-7 crew?"

  "That's the rumor."

  "Uh-huh." He crossed his arms and stretched out his long legs as far as they would go. "This was no coincidence. The same gang who ripped him off just happened to steal the car we repossessed from him? I don't buy it."

  "You shouldn't. The stories I heard about the brother? He's a bad seed."

  "I know. He hurt Aston. More than once," he added, certain the few instances she had told him were just the tip of the iceberg. "He thinks he's smart, playing all of us off each other. He borrows the money from us with no intention of paying it back and used a car that didn't belong to him to pay the balance so he wouldn't take the hit. Then he has his little asshole crew steal the cars from us. So now he has money, cars to sell and the drugs. But the cartel—Lalo's men—will tear this city up looking for the people who stole their product. He has no idea what he's done."

  "If he does know, he doesn't care." Devil pointed to the glove box. "The rest of our men are waiting for us at the 1-8-7 headquarters. We'll knock them around and get our cars back."

  "I suspect one of the boosters betrayed us." He found a clean piece and ammo waiting for him. "They knew which storage center we were using tonight, and they were the only ones we didn't have eyes on all night. They could have gotten keys made easily."

  "I figured as much. I sent Karl and Peter to round them up and take them to the warehouse." A harsh laugh escaped Devil's throat. "They'll probably piss themselves when they see it."

  Ben had seen harder men than the boosters do the same thing when faced with the place. The mention of the warehouse and the things that had been done there brought silence to the cab of the truck. He couldn't help but think about the young kids who were about to learn a painful lesson about the ugly underworld they had chosen to infiltrate. This wasn't a game. The sooner they learned the harsh realities, the better.

  When they arrived at a rundown dance club, the parking lot was empty except for an SUV and two cars. They had passed three vehicles carrying their own men two blocks down the street. One of them went round to the front to block the entrance. The other two followed them into the lot so they could hit the upstart crew hard and fast from the rear.

  At twenty-seven, Ben was younger than every other man in the crew, but they looked to him for guidance because he had earned his spot as mik for their crew by getting his hands dirty. He made a gesture that said not to kill anyone. There would be blood and pain, but he didn't want the mess of cleaning up anything worse on his hands—or his conscience.

  When Devil used all seven feet of his beastly body to kick in the door, Ben heard Aston's voice urging him to be careful. Like a bunch of cockroaches hit with a beam of light, the twelve guys getting high and drinking after hours scattered across the club's main floor. There wasn't anywhere to run, of course, but that didn't stop them from trying. The pounding, thumping bass of hip hop music covered the clash of vicious fighting. For a band of street-wise punks, they were terrible fighters. Only one of them, the youngest one, got in any good licks. Seeing one of their own teetering on the edge of being shanked, Devil stepped over and slammed his massive fist into the face of that kid. The smaller body dropped to the ground.

  Ben caught a familiar younger man by the back of his shirt and jerked him close. It was the kid who had tried to attack Abby Kirkwood, the pawn shop owner under the family's protection, over some stupid beef about gold chains. Later, he had thrown a brick through her front window. The boss had beat the shit out of the kid for daring to harm an innocent woman and had warned him not to stray across the territory lines again. Apparently the lesson hadn't taken hold. This time it would.

  Half an hour later, the crew was trussed up with extension cords and ropes and piled together in the center of the dance floor. Someone finally turned down the music. Ben cleaned his bloodied knuckles on a bar towel Devil had slapped against his chest and crouched down to stare into the panicked eyes of the 1-8-7 kids.

  And they were just kids. They were nineteen and twenty years old, too stupid to know better than to poke the hornet's nest but old enough to understand this night could only end one of two ways.

  "So, which one of you assholes is in charge now?"

  The kid who had tried to hurt Abby raised his bound hands. "Me."

  "You?" Ben glanced around the room, but no one else volunteered for the position. "Okay." He reached out and dabbed at the trickle of blood running from the nose of the younger man he had caught. It was a comforting gesture meant to be disarming and unsettling. "Where are the cars?"

  The kid swallowed hard before finally admitting, "We stashed them. They're sitting in a junk yard."

  "All of them?"

  The kid shook his head, the gold chains around his neck rattling. "I gave the James Bond car to Lalo Contreras as repayment for a debt."

 
; "Calvin's debt?"

  "Yes."

  "What do you know about him?" The kid hesitated so Ben gripped the front of his shirt. "You know what will happen if you lie to me."

  He gulped nervously. "He hired us to break into his house and steal all of the drugs he'd bought from Lalo. He put us in touch with a booster from your crew who told us where to find the cars tonight."

  Ben glanced at Devil who still had blood drying on his hands before looking back at the kid. "Where's the shipment Calvin had you steal?"

  "I've got it hidden some place safe. He's supposed to pick it up tomorrow night."

  "Well, you're going to take me to it tonight." Ben hastily formulated a plan to get Aston's car back. "You really thought you would get away with it?"

  The petrified expression the kid wore convinced Ben this crew had never even considered they might fail. He didn't know whether to find that sort of bravery and confidence impressive or utterly stupid.

  Ben rose to his full height and pointed at the youngest kid in the crew. He had finally come around after Devil dropped him with that punch. The little bastard probably wasn't even out of high school yet. "You're going to take my men to the junk yard to get our cars."

  "Y-yes, sir."

  Ben gave orders for half of his crew to head for the junk yard. One of his men asked if he should kill the kid and leave him in the trunk of a car but Ben shook his head.

  The rest of the men were left with Devil to guard their prisoners and the club. When he stepped away from the group, his scarred friend followed him. Before Ben asked, Devil presented him with the keys to his truck. "Try not to wreck this one, huh?"

  "I'll do my best." He glanced around the club and then at the group of young men huddled together in the center of the dance floor. They were starting to separate into small cliques, wiggling away from each other and betraying their mistrust. It was a sad sight. There was no unity in this crew and nothing to bind them together. They would fracture after tonight and this upstart gang would be reduced to a cautionary tale. This is what happens when you raid an eagle's nest.