Jealous Alpha

by Jordan Silver

  That’s the reason I’d chosen to have this little talk in a public place. It’s true that for all the time we spend together, our relationship’s still new and I still can’t control myself around her.

  Sometimes it’s all I can do to sit through the evenings until it was time to take her to bed. It’s not much better at the office.

  I’ve cornered her here more than once either in her office or mine for a quick fuck, which always just left us both hungry for more.

  Which always leads to us tearing off each other’s clothes five seconds after we put Amber to bed at night. So for this reason it was best we take this elsewhere.

  Plus she’s such a lady she wouldn’t dare argue with me in public. Of course she usually stores up her grievances to bash me over the head with later in the privacy of the bedroom.

  But I’m usually able to fuck her out of whatever snit she’s in. What I’m about to propose is bound to make her spaz the fuck out. But it’s what I’d wanted from the beginning anyway. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

  I took her to a nice little bistro that I was sure would afford us the privacy we needed and once seated decided to just jump right in.

  “I’m guessing you saw those photos of you today. Did you notice that some of them were taken right outside your apartment?” She tensed up and I covered the hand she had resting on the table with mine.

  “That means whoever is behind this knows where you live, where Amber lives. They knew way too much for my liking and since we’ll both be out of the country soon, I’m thinking it’s best if Amber stays either at my place or with my parents.”

  My parents had welcomed them both with open arms. Mom’s only worry in the beginning was whether or not I was sure I was willing to take on someone else’s child.

  I guess she knows me well enough to know what a selfish jealous bastard I am. But once I assured her that I had no problem accepting Amber that seemed to be all she needed.

  Of course she didn’t know that her son was a raving lunatic who was still insanely jealous of a dead man and had no way of overcoming that shit anytime soon.

  “Was it you?”

  “Come again.” I stopped with my water glass halfway to my lips.

  “Was it you that leaked the story?”

  I just stared at her until she looked away in shame. Looks like I was wrong, she has no problem throwing darts in public.

  “You really believe that shit? That I’d stoop that low? That I’d put you and Amber in danger like that? Do you know why my driver is a retired marine with a specialty in Krav Maga?”

  “Because all my life, from the time I was younger than Amber, I’ve been in danger of one type or another.”

  “Do you know how many kidnap attempts were made on us growing up? Or how as an adult I’ve had to look over my shoulder for fear of someone taking my life for what’s mine?”

  “You should look ashamed, how dare you.”

  “Evan, I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking, I don’t think…”

  “Forget it, let’s go. I’m no longer hungry.” For food or you.

  How dare she accuse me of something so fucking vile? Here I was thinking she was getting to know me. That as long as I showed her my heart she’d see the truth.

  But instead she sees me as some monster that would put her and her child in danger just to get my way.

  30

  I didn’t talk to her in the car but I noticed her looking at me like she had something to say. I stopped the car in front of her building and waited for her to get out.

  I watched her make her way to the door downstairs before letting herself in, then I drove away.

  As soon as I walked through the door I got changed and hit my personal gym. I refused to let myself think of her I was so damn mad.

  I hadn’t gotten anywhere with her at all. She was still locked away from me and maybe it was time I accepted the fact that she will never open up that part of herself to me.

  It was obvious that she didn’t think very highly of me if she could suspect me of that shit. Fuck her and fuck this. I’m done.

  For the next few days I avoided her. If I happened to pass her in the hallway I kept going without even a hello.

  It’s what she’d wanted so I don’t see the reason for her crestfallen looks, or for my brother to be riding my ass every five minutes asking me what I’d done to her.

  We must’ve fought every day leading up to the departure until he made the mistake of offering to take my place on the trip.

  “Get out of my office.”

  “What? I’m just saying, since you two seem to be in a cold war maybe it would be better if I was the one to accompany Gia.”

  I gave him a look that would kill. I know he did that shit on purpose, but I chose to ignore it this time. He’s been trying to goad me all damn week why should today be any different?

  “I don’t need you to take my place.” I can be professional dammit. I was working on this project before she came along, why the hell should I let her stop me from seeing it through?

  The day we were supposed to leave I was sorely tempted to let her take a commercial flight instead of joining me on the company jet.

  I’d been looking forward to this time away with her for so long, that the disappointment was still sharp when we boarded the jet.

  Since I wasn’t saying shit to her it would’ve been hard to cancel our plans and have her take another flight. At least that was the excuse I gave myself.

  “Evan.”

  “What is it?” She’d waited until we were in the air to address me from across the aisle where she was sitting.

  I had my laptop open, pretending to read something but I wasn’t reading shit. “About what I said…”

  “If this isn’t about work I don’t want to hear it.” I hated the hurt look on her face, like I’d slapped her. But she’d brought this shit on herself.

  In all my dealings with her, I’ve never once thought of hurting her or putting her in danger. For her to believe that shit of me was a low blow.

  I bet she wouldn’t have thought that shit of her precious…husband. I wanted to smash my fist into something but I was thousands of feet in the air and there wasn’t shit to punch.

  I rested my head back and closed my eyes, trying my best to shut her out. It was the first time in days we’d been this close to one another and I’ve never been good at being close to her without taking.

  I missed her. Missed seeing the way her pussy gaped open after I stretched her with a hard deep fuck.

  Missed cumming inside her each time we fucked, something I’d never experienced with anyone before but found that I liked. Missed the way she curled into me at night when we slept.

  The way she clung to me and kissed me like she was starved when she was cumming. Missed her smell, the feel of her soft hands on me.

  The way she’d roll into me in the morning and whine to let me know she wanted cock. I missed her smiles, her laugh, the way she fussed at me to take it easy at the office before I burned out.

  I even missed her cries of pain when I went too deep and hurt her tight little pussy. Cries that always turned into moans of pleasure.

  Most of all I missed the way she felt in my arms, like she was made to fit there. I fisted my hands and ground my teeth together.

  I could hear her damn sniffles. What the hell was she sniffling about? Didn’t she imply that I’m a monster? What the fuck!

  I lasted five damn minutes. Five minutes before I unbuckled my seatbelt and went after her. She jumped when I reached for her seatbelt, and her tear filled eyes opened.

  I lifted her from the seat and sat with her on my lap. I was still mad at her but I couldn’t bear to see her looking so lost and alone. Not knowing what I do about her life and all the shit she’s been through.

  I wasn’t ready to talk to her yet though, so I just sat there holding her until she fell asleep. I put the seat back until it became a small bed and rested with her in my arms.

  I l
aid there quietly, thinking of how we were going to get past this. Or more to the point, how I was going to forgive her for being an ass.

  I fell asleep myself and didn’t awaken until the stewardess shook me awake just before we landed. “Wake up baby we’re here.”

  Hopefully she was too groggy to catch my slip of the tongue. I moved away from her as soon as I was sure she was awake enough, still not saying anything to her.

  We rode to the hotel in silence, she lost in the passing scenery, me lost in thought. At the hotel we checked in and went to our rooms, which I’d had changed weeks ago to keep her near me.

  There were meetings all day and into the evening. I kept watch over her because even though it was my company handling the project, she was the star of the show and everyone wanted her attention.

  I called a halt hours later when she was starting to drag and was not pleased by the amount of men who seemed way too put out at her leaving.

  The only thing that saved their asses is the fact that she was still wearing my ring. We still had some kind of soiree that the client had planned to welcome us later this evening and I used that as an excuse to get her out of there.

  “You should get some rest, it’s going to be a long night.” I left her at her door and kept walking to mine without a backward glance.

  I took a short nap myself and woke up refreshed but in no mood for a roomful of people.

  This trip was nothing like I’d expected. I’d been looking forward to showing her the sights, visiting some places that I knew and liked. Having her all to myself for the few days that we were going to be here.

  I’d been especially looking forward to our alone time at night where there were no restrictions and I didn’t have to muffle her screams when we made love.

  Instead I was in a pissy mood and ready to gnaw off my fucking hand just to avert the frustration.

  To add insult to injury we had to dress formally for this shindig and there’s nothing I hate more than a tux.

  My night only grew grimmer when I came out of my room and saw what the hell she was wearing. I had to damn near bite a hole in my tongue not to yell at her to go get changed.

  The dress looked innocent enough at first glance. It was red with a fitted bodice and flared skirt that belled out around her legs.

  The body of the dress was the problem. Beneath the red floral design was some sort of flesh colored deal that looked like she was naked.

  Her legs were a mile long in the matching stilettos, and she’d done some fancy shit to her hair that left her neck bare.

  I’d never seen her dressed like that before and it was quite a shock to be walking into a room full of strangers with her looking like that. I wasn’t prepared.

  The same people from before were there along with some new faces. I found my main target from this afternoon and kept a bead on him.

  He was the nephew of the older gentleman who’d commissioned the hotel, his heir or something I’d heard.

  I don’t give a fuck who he is, if he doesn’t stop leering at my woman I’m gonna put him on his ass, fuck the project.

  She was in her element. Smiling and laughing with everyone who approached, basking in their praise and adoration.

  I noticed some of the women there were not too happy either since it was their men who were flocking around her like a lion on a wildebeest ass.

  To be fair, she didn’t seem to want the attention, and was only interested in talking about her work.

  But that didn’t stop the jealousy from burning a hole in my gut. Or my anger from coming to a slow boil each time she smiled at something one of the men in the room said.

  31

  As the night wore on I watched her every move from my place in a corner of the room. I’d already greeted everyone I needed to and mingled as much as I intended to.

  If my nosy ass brother was here he’d say that I was licking my wounds and sulking; ass. What I was really doing was trying to keep myself from wringing her damn neck.

  She was way too free with the smiles and laughter both of which she’d denied me for the last few days. Now she was the life of the fucking party.

  Since my mother had taught me manners I knew it would be disrespectful to leave before the host since we were the guests of honor, but once enough time had gone by I used the excuse of the long flight to make our escape.

  I watched as the nephew approached her, most likely asking her to join him on the dance floor, but it was when he put his hand on her that my feet moved.

  “Excuse us!” I placed myself between them and took her hand in mine and headed for the exit. I didn’t look back to see his reaction because I didn’t care. He could go fuck himself.

  I kept her hand in mine all the way up in the elevator, still not saying a word to her. She wasn’t talking either because I’m guessing she’d picked up on my mood and there were others on the elevator with us.

  At least one of us remembered that we were here on business. I was past the point of caring. Had she done this shit on purpose?

  How dare she laugh and smile in some other man’s face in front of me? Especially with the rift between us?

  We both held our peace after stepping off the elevator and I pulled her down the hallway, past her door to mine and dragged her inside. “What’s the matter with you?” She tried pulling away from me.

  “Shut up. What the fuck are you wearing?” I pushed her back against the wall and tore the top of her dress in half exposing her tits in the little half bra she wore.

  Her tits were all but falling out of it just begging to be sucked, but I wasn’t about to be distracted.

  “Did you have fun, huh? Did you like all those men staring at you, giving you compliments? What about the one that had his fucking hands on you?” I held her against the wall with a hand around her throat and released my cock.

  She tried to escape my hold but I took her down and pushed her skirt up over her ass before tearing her panties off down her legs.

  My cock was anger hard and I just opened her pussy with my fingers and fucked into her, not caring that it was going to hurt because I didn’t prepare her to take me.

  “Evan, ouch, stop it what’s wrong with you? I didn’t do anything.”

  “You didn’t do anything? You’re mine you hear me? Fucking mine.” I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back roughly sending pins flying. “Say it.”

  She folded her lips and tried sliding off my cock. I spanked her ass hard and she screamed. “I said say it damn you.” I pulled her hair harder and sucked the flesh of her neck between my teeth, marking her.

  I was in a blind rage and knew if I didn’t calm down I’d hurt her, which was not my intention.

  She stopped fighting me and I felt some of my anger and jealousy fade at the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock once again. But she still hadn’t obeyed me.

  “I said say it damn you.” I spanked her ass hard and pulled out of her pussy after a few punishing strokes, turning her roughly by her hair until my cock bounced in front of her face.

  I shoved my swollen cock past her lips. “Open your fucking mouth.” She glared at me defiantly like she couldn’t sense the danger she was in.

  I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed, forcing her mouth open wider. I drove my cock in deep until she gagged.

  I held her head in place and face fucked her hard until tears ran down her cheeks. I pulled out of her throat and slapped her across the cheek with my cock before dragging her over to the bed.

  I stood next to the bed looking down at her as I removed the rest of my clothes and she tried jumping off the other side. “Don’t you fucking move.”

  I grabbed her ankles and pull her back. “Where’re you going?” I pulled her back to my side of the bed and pulled her up on her hands and knees. “Fucking stay there.”

  I smacked her pussy with my cock before sliding back into her nice and deep. Maybe she’d forgotten who the fuck she was dealing with.

  No way she d
idn’t get the message by now that I’m a jealous fuck. “Tell me you’re mine.” I punish fucked her until she cried out but it still wasn’t enough, I needed the words.

  Another hard smack to her ass and a pounding thrust that skidded her across the bed was all it took.

  “Yes I’m yours okay are you happy?” Only then did the red haze clear from my vision and I was able to calm down. Now I could take care of her, love her the way I wanted to.

  I pulled out and gave her my mouth, eating her pussy from behind before driving my cock back into her again. “If you ever let another man get that close to you again I’ll make you sorry.”

  I covered her mouth with my hand so she couldn’t answer and fucked her into submission. I pounded her like my life depended on it and her pussy opened up and accepted me.

  She pushed back onto my cock, her back arched ass canted in the air. Her ass was red with my handprints and her pussy was wet and hot.

  I watched my fat cock split her as I pounded my whole length deep inside her tight cunt and the sight was enough to send me over the edge.

  I came hard and long but my cock refused to go down. I pulled out and turned on my side, pulling her onto my chest.

  The relief that rushed through me at having her in my arms again left me light headed. My hands never stopped caressing her curves and my cock never stopped searching for her heat.

  “When we get home I’m keeping you in my bed for a month until I’m sure you’re carrying my child. Let’s see how you flaunt what’s mine then.”

  “I wasn’t flaunting.” I so love that pout of hers. I’d missed that too and her sassiness. When her hand trailed a path down my middle to my cock and back my heart raced.

  It was the first time she’d initiated sex not counting the times she’d whine and moan to get me to take her. This was the first time she’d put hands on me to get me to take her.

  I’m sure it was her way of apologizing for her fuck up back home. I’m sure she missed me too. That helped to smooth some of the rough edges in my gut.

  I looked down at her when she got brave enough to take my cock in her hand and stroke, but when she lowered her head to take me into her mouth I knew she was doing much more than just apologizing.