Alpha Heroes: A Me, Myself & I Collection

by Fiona Davenport

I did as she asked, setting her on her feet, then quickly finished stripping her and discarding my own clothes. Holding her hand in mine, I guided her into the glass enclosure and under the steamy spray. When she was wet and warm, I pushed her back until she was flush against the wall and dropped to my knees in front of her. Tenderly, I kissed her flat stomach. “Hey kid. It’s Daddy. I can’t wait to meet you. Do me a favor and be a boy, okay? I’m going to need you to be an older brother in case we have any girls.” Kaia snickered, and I pinched her ass, making her gasp. “Be good in there, okay?” I kissed her belly one more time, and my attention became distracted by the round swell of Kaia’s hips and the neat patch of honey-colored curls between her legs.

  I dropped my head back and looked up into the twinkling hazel-blue eyes of my love. “Do you know how fucking hot it makes me to know you’ve got my baby growing in your belly?” The twinkle was quickly replaced with heat, and she shook her head.

  “Maybe you should show me.” Pink dusted her cheeks and nose as she taunted me playfully.

  “With pleasure, baby,” I murmured.

  True to my word, by the time the shower ran cold, I’d eaten her until I was full. Then she’d wrapped her red, kiss-swollen lips around my cock and swallowed it before taking every drop of my come. Of course, I couldn’t stop there and flipped her around, placing her hands on the wall. I grabbed hold of her generous hips and fucked her from behind until we were both shouting with release.

  Content and sated, we collapsed in bed. I laid my head on her soft belly and imagined I could hear our little one’s heartbeat. Eventually, I laughed when her stomach rumbled beneath my ear. “I guess I should feed my babies.”

  Kaia stood next to me in a pretty, lacy, summer dress that hugged her torso and flared out at her waist. A pink flower held her hair back on one side, and her ears and throat were adorned with small pink pearls. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

  The judge walked into the room, giving us a smile as he came to a stop in front of us. Kaia gave her bouquet of baby roses to Jaelyn and put both her hands in mine.

  Her rosy lips were curved in a sweet, happy smile but something had been bothering me all day. “Can you give us a minute?” I asked the judge.

  He nodded. Kaia frowned at me, her eyes filling with worry. I kept her hands in mine and led her over to the side of the room to gain a smidgen of privacy. “I love you, baby,” I assured her. “Stop looking at me like you’re worried I’m going to take off any minute.” I gave her a wry look. “If anyone needs to be locked up, it’s you.” Kaia glared at me, but her lips twitched.

  “I want to make sure you’re really okay with this. If you want to plan a real wedding, I’ll wait. As long as you’re mine someday, I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

  Kaia’s eyes filled with tears, and I immediately began to panic. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck before planting a big kiss on my lips. “This is everything that I want, Ewan. The man I love, who loves me, and my sister.”

  “You don’t want the white wedding every little girl dreams about?” I asked skeptically.

  “I never dreamed about the wedding, Ewan,” she said with a shake of her head. “My dreams were all about what came next. I was always more interested in the happily ever after.”

  “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” I asked gruffly, my throat thick with emotion.

  Kaia’s melodious laughter sent tingles to my nerve endings. “For you, maybe, but that’s all that matters to me anyway.” She stepped back and tugged on my hand. “Come on, baby-daddy, let’s get hitched.”

  I barked with laughter and let her pull me back over to stand in front of the officiant. Ten minutes later, Kaia was my wife, and we began our happily ever after.

  Epilogue

  Kaia

  Two years later.

  “Ewan!” I cried out my husband’s name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. “Shhhhh, Kaia.” He growled against my pussy, and the vibrations only intensified my orgasm.

  His stiff tongue speared inside me as he manipulated my clit with his fingers. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my tongue. I want you slick and juicy when I stuff my big cock into this tight pussy.” I started to cry out again, and he lifted my hips to slap an ass cheek. “You’ve got to keep quiet, baby, or you’re going to wake Carson.” I bit my lip so hard I nearly drew blood.

  He finally let up after making me come one more time. Then he slid his sweaty body up over mine until his mouth hovered over my breasts. “You have the sexist fucking tits, baby. But damn if they don’t make me even hotter when they are full and swollen from nursing our baby.” He licked each taut nipple, and I moaned, writhing with building need. “So sensitive. I wonder if I could make you come just from playing with your breasts.”

  “Please, Ewan,” I begged, my voice breathless as I panted. My hormones were insane when I was pregnant, and it hadn’t lessened while I was nursing. Luckily, my husband had no problem keeping up. But I was such a quick trigger that teasing me during sex nearly drove me out of my mind.

  “I have to try it one of these days, baby,” he mumbled as he rubbed his nose up the valley between my breasts. “But I can never keep from giving you whatever you want.”

  He surged up and impaled me in one swift thrust. That was all it took to set me off again. “Fuck, yeah!” he shouted. I slapped a hand over his mouth, and my body shook from my stifled giggles along with the orgasm.

  “I can’t help it,” he groaned, keeping his voice low. “You’re so fucking hot and tight. Your pussy squeezes the shit out of me when you come.” He panted and pumped his hips faster. I threw my head back and bit my lip again when he shifted angles and his cock hit my clit with every thrust. “One more, baby,” he commanded. “Give me one more so your pussy milks the come from my dick. Take every drop. I’m gonna fuck another baby into you tonight.”

  As usual, the filthier he talked, the harder I came. He kissed me hard, swallowing my screams as I shattered apart.

  Two more thrusts and Ewan exploded inside me, filling me with so much come it spilled out. He kept rocking as tremors shook his body.

  “Mommy!”

  “Shit!” I shrieked quietly when the doorknob began to turn.

  “Relax, baby,” Ewan wheezed. “I locked it.”

  I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Carson’s too young to see how babies are made.”

  “Just a minute, sweetie,” I called out and tried to shove my husband off me.

  “Hey,” he grumbled, even as he easily fell to his side.

  I hopped out of bed and snatched up my nightgown. I stumbled and hopped around from trying to pull on my underwear while hurrying to the door.

  “Mommmmmmmmy…”

  I glanced back at Ewan to make sure he was decent and saw him sitting on the side of the bed, pulling on a pair of pajama pants. Throwing open the door, I scooped our one-and-a-half-year-old son up into my arms. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  He’d stuck his thumb in his mouth and popped it out to answer my question. “Wan Daddy.”

  Ewan walked up, and Carson immediately reached for him. “Everything okay, little man?” My ovaries just about exploded when Ewan brushed Carson’s wispy hair back from his forehead and gave him a soft kiss.

  “Wan Mommy.” He reached for me, and I gave Ewan a smug look. Carson had been clingy with his daddy lately, making me feel a little bit like chopped liver. But a minute after I cuddled him into my embrace, he popped that thumb out again. “Wan Daddy.”

  I passed him over and stared suspiciously at my precious little boy. He gave me a toothy grin, and I sighed, figuring out his game. “We’re not playing parent pong, Carson,” I admonished gently. “Time to go night, night.” He frowned, and his eyes welled up with tears.

  Ewan looked at me frantically, and I glared. No way was he making me the bad guy here. Big, fat crocodile tears slipped down Carson’s chubby cheeks, and Ewan’s eyes became pleading. He had a hard time handling tears from me or his son.


  I shook my head, gave Carson a kiss, and whispered that I loved him. Then I sauntered back to the bed and slid under the covers. I removed my panties and dropped them to the floor next to me, giving Ewan a naughty smile. His eyes went wide, and when the nightgown joined the panties, he spun around and stalked out of our room and into Carson’s right next door. The monitor was on, and I giggled as Ewan spoke to his son. “You’ll understand when you are much, much older, son. But I need you to go to sleep so Daddy can have some alone time to make you a little brother or sister.”

  Carson continued to whimper for a minute, then he slowly quieted, and I could just picture my sexy husband cuddling our son and rocking him to sleep.

  A few minutes later, he prowled back into our room and shut and locked the door. He looked predatory as he approached the bed, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

  “That was very naughty, wife,” he growled. He put a knee on the bed and leaned over me, putting a hand on the mattress on either side of my head. “Are you trying to get spanked?”

  I winked and ran my fingers down his naked chest and into his pants to wrap around his cock. He groaned and glared at me. “I can’t punish you like I want tonight, so I’m just going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to move without feeling me tomorrow. But Carson’s with Jaelyn tomorrow night, and you, my wicked little wife, are going to find yourself locked up with a red ass before you suck my cock to make this up to me.”

  I licked my lips and tried to look as though everything he said wasn’t making me drenched between my legs.

  After following through with all his promises that night and the next, he pulled me into his arms and feathered kisses over my shoulder. “Is it everything you dreamed of?” he asked quietly.

  “What?”

  He leaned up on his elbow and stared down at me with a loving smile. I was surprised to see the hint of nervousness lurking in his eyes. “Your happily ever after. Is it what you dreamed it would be?”

  I grabbed his head and pulled him down for a deep kiss, then smiled with all my love for him shining through. “It’s beyond my wildest dreams. And every day, I’m amazed at how I keep getting even happier.”

  Fired Up

  Fiona Davenport

  1

  Rand

  I grinned at my friend Ewan as he stepped up to the plate. He smirked back at me and took his batting stance. My team was up two runs, and I was confident we’d keep our lead even with Ewan, their best hitter, up to bat.

  My fire station, Ladder Co. 45, was leading the softball league, and if we beat the 99th Precinct, we’d go on to the playoffs. On top of that, I bet Ewan two hundred bucks that we’d kick his team’s ass.

  I lifted my arms in the air and slowly brought them down into position as I shifted onto my back foot. The ball sailed right by Ewan, and I pumped my fist when the ump called a strike.

  We got ready for the next pitch, and I focused on the strike zone. Normally, nothing could break my concentration, but to my shock, I felt a strong pull, as though being attracted to a magnet. My eyes darted behind the ump to the seats right behind home. Since I was already wound up, I couldn’t stop the momentum, and I let the ball fly right as my gaze landed on the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life.

  There was silence around me, and I barely noticed as I looked the goddess up and down. She was average height with wavy hair that shimmered in different shades of brown and hung to just below her shoulder blades. I couldn’t see her eyes, but her face was oval with a cute nose and plump lips meant for kissing. Her body was lean, but she still had mouthwatering curves. Large tits, a sweet swell at her hips, and when she turned around, I had to swallow hard at the sight of her perfect, round ass.

  “Eyes on the prize, Rand!” someone shouted. I wanted to respond that they already were, but I was jostled from my perusal when a ball hit me in the arm.

  I shook my head to clear the fog and bent to pick up the softball. When I straightened, Ewan was staring at me with an expression that seemed to say, “What the fuck is going on with you?” I just shrugged in response.

  A quick peek at the scoreboard told me that my last pitch had been called as a ball. My beauty was sitting on a seat next to Kaia, Ewan’s wife. It occurred to me that if I threw two more strikes, the game would be over, and I could catch this mystery woman and find out who she was.

  A movement in the corner of my eyes drew my attention, and I noticed Ewan twisting around to see what I was looking at. When he faced me again, his eyes were narrowed, and his brow was furrowed. I assumed he was pissed that I’d been distracted by a woman.

  Determined to get this over with, I once again, focused on the strike zone. My next pitch went right down the middle, and Ewan swung hard but wasn’t able to make contact.

  “Strike!” the ump shouted.

  One more. I moved into position and threw, but this time, Ewan managed to catch it on the end of his bat, and it went sailing into foul territory. The delay pissed me off, and I must have channeled that anger into precision because my next throw whizzed right by Ewan as he executed a powerful swing.

  “Out!”

  That was the game. I jogged over to the dugout, or what we called a dugout but was really a set of bleachers behind a tall fence. My gaze darted over to the seats where I’d seen her, but no one was sitting there anymore. She was probably headed to the other team with Kaia. Clearly, they were friends since they’d been sitting together. I threw my gear down by my duffle bag and hurried out and around the fence, heading to the other side of the field. I looked around frantically, trying to spot her but didn’t see her anywhere. I slowed to a walk as I approached. I finally spotted Kaia, who was being thoroughly kissed by her husband, but my beauty wasn’t with them.

  Ewan came up for air and saw me standing a few feet away. His expression morphed into the same one I’d seen on the field.

  I shook my head as I closed the distance between us. “Don’t be a sore loser, E.”

  “She’s not here.”

  Confused, I tilted my head and scratched my beard. “What?”

  “The girl you were ogling,” he clarified in a steely tone. “She’s not here anymore, and you’re going to forget all about her. Got it?”

  “You know who she is?” I asked with a clenched jaw as I took a menacing step forward.

  Ewan glared at me silently.

  I looked at Kaia for help. She smirked and looked like she wanted to say something but decided to stay quiet and watch instead.

  Clenching my fists, I gave Ewan a blistering look and snarled, “What the fuck, Ewan? Are you seriously going to keep this woman’s identity from me?”

  “She’s like a sister to me,” he growled right back. “Besides, she’s too fucking young for you, so just forget about her. Find one of your adoring posse to fuck.”

  Kaia gasped and smacked Ewan on the arm, glaring up at him until his face morphed into a sheepish expression.

  “Sorry,” he mumbled.

  Ewan’s refusal stunned me. We’d been friends for over a decade, and he knew me. He knew how much the fire bunnies annoyed me. What’s more, he was well aware that I’d barely even had a date since we’d met, much less taken a woman to bed. I’d given him shit about being in the same circumstances until he arrested Kaia, and then he’d dished it right back.

  Taking at least some pity on me, Kaia gave me a sympathetic smile. “Like a sister to him,” she said, emphasizing the word sister.

  Ewan slanted her a look that suggested she would pay for her little hint later, but she just smiled up at him with a serene expression, then winked suggestively. If I hadn’t been so on edge and worked up, I might have found it amusing.

  Giving Kaia a lift of my chin, I shot another glare at Ewan and then walked back to my gear. Once I was packed up, I threw it all in the trunk of my car and headed home. I had just enough time to grab a shower and some food before I started a forty-eight-hour shift.

  I flopped over on the bed in my pri
vate, dorm-style room at the fire station. My years of service had earned me the position of captain, and with that came a perk of a private room and shower. More than once, I was thankful that they’d added private rooms when they built the new station. Every time I tried to get some rest, I was plagued with dreams about my mystery girl. I’d woken up multiple times drenched in sweat and on the verge of coming. So while we’d only had one call over the past two days, I was exhausted. It was a good thing my shift was ending in a few hours.

  After obsessing over Kaia’s words, I came to the conclusion that the brunette was her sister. Eventually, I remembered her last name was Whittaker and sat down at a computer to search for my girl. Unfortunately, there were over one hundred Whittakers in the city. I’d have to do a little more digging after my shift ended, and I had four days off.

  Groaning in resignation, I rolled off the bed, getting to my feet. If I didn’t find her soon (and finding her was the only option because I knew I would never be able to forget about her), I’d be able to join the cast of The Walking Dead.

  I used the bathroom and grabbed a shower before wandering into the kitchen to fix myself a bowl of cereal and brood over my situation.

  “Dude, you look like shit.” Tyler, one of the paramedics that drove a Ladder 45 department ambulance, smirked as he sauntered into the room. “Too much paperwork weighing you down, Cap?” It was a running joke that I’d gone soft now that I’d been promoted to captain even though I was usually first and always last on scene.

  Glowering darkly, I flipped him the bird. He just laughed and made a beeline for the fridge to rummage around for some food.

  He also knew my situation with my mystery girl since I’d been stupid enough to tell him. We’d been friends since kindergarten and were both close with Ewan.