Alphas Prefer Curves

by Unknown

  He moved his fingers to her front, cupping her breasts. His fingers were slick and soapy, sliding over her nipples. She gasped as he pinched one slightly, the way he’d done before.

  A monster. No. Not a monster. Something different. Something strange, yes, but not monstrous. Nothing that felt this good could be monstrous.

  “Relax,” Robb said. “Relax. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

  “How will you know?” she murmured, a slow smile on her lips.

  “I can feel your pulse,” Robb said. “Also, I have no doubt you’ll tell me if you want me to stop.” He chuckled.

  “Don’t stop,” she said. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. His chest pressed against her back, hard and unyielding. He was beginning to stir, and it scared her just a little to think of how big he was.

  Then his hands were moving down, down, between her thighs. Touching her there.

  A cry escaped her lips. Hot water ran down her chest, streams of it, but all she could feel was the touch of his fingertips sliding in slow hot circles around her down there.

  His lips moved and touched her ear, then just below, on her neck. She could feel the tension in his grasp, the restraint, how he was holding back. The ache inside of her was close to bursting.

  “You can bite me,” she whispered. As soon as she said it, it scared her. “Just a little.”

  Robb paused, his lips still soft against her skin.

  “We don’t have to—”

  “I want to see how it feels. Please.” She leaned her head to one side, opening herself up to his touch. “Just a little.”

  “Just a little, then,” he said. His fingers moved and slipped into her, continuing to stroke her slick, vulnerable skin. Her hips began to move forward and back slightly with the rhythm of his hand. He nuzzled her neck and the hard edge of his teeth dragged across the surface of her skin, testing her. She moaned, her hips pressing back against him. He was beginning to grow hard. She wished she would do it already. Oh, lord, she wanted to know what it was like, now that she knew what it was. She was on a roller coaster that was climbing slowly, oh so slowly, to the top, and she felt the dizzying sensation of being about to drop down into the empty air.

  “Now?” he asked, so softly that the dripping water on the tile was louder, and so was his heartbeat. She nodded, gasping a yes that she wasn’t sure he would hear.

  He heard.

  His teeth bit down and her world exploded in brightness. One of his arms was wrapped around her chest and she held onto it for dear life. Everything was spinning and dizzy and then she found herself swept away into hot bright sensation. Her fingers clutched his arm.

  Robb leaned back and lifted her up slightly from the ground. Then she was rocking on his hand, her toes dragging lightly on the shower tile, almost all of her weight concentrated in that one spot that radiated desire through her body. Rocking in a rhythm, back and forth, back and forth. The pressure was indescribably delicious and she couldn’t keep herself from groaning. Oh, the ache. Oh, the wonderful ache of desire!

  He was hard against her back and she pressed backwards against him, wanting him so badly. He slid over the crease just below her lower back.

  “Not yet,” Robb said. “Not just yet. We’ll get to that soon. Not tonight.”

  “More,” she gasped. “Please. Oh god, Robb, I need it, please, oh please—”

  He bit down harder and she felt the ground fall away from her feet. Steam billowed around them, and she was in a cloud and then she closed her eyes. Everything went red and dark and wonderful and she rocked into his hand and he met her and there was only the pressure of him and his fingers inside of her and against her and oh god, oh god, oh god—

  Something inside of her shattered in ecstasy and she was shaking, shaking and crying against him for something she’d never knew existed. He held her tight against his chest and she shuddered and shuddered again in ecstasy. She could barely hear his sigh but then he joined her and she felt his hot seed explode against her back, his hard length shivering and his voice moaning her name in her ear. The moan sent her shuddering again in another wave of climax, again and again until she was breathless and panting.

  He set her back on her feet but she could not stand by herself. He turned her and she held onto his arms gratefully as he helped her regain her balance. He had her pressed against his chest and he kissed the top of her head and held her until she found her senses again.

  “What did I tell you?” Robb said, his voice teasing, admonishing. “You’ll swoon if you stand so close to me.”

  “Then let’s go lie down,” Liz said, a smile twisting on her face as she tugged Robb out of the shower. “And we’ll see if it happens again.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  Robb lay in bed, watching the sun come up. In the dimness of the morning he could still see Liz, her curves silhouetted against the lights of London. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him, resting his lips on her skin.

  Her pulse beat tenderly against his body. Her blood ran hot and sweet just under her skin. Against his own chest he felt her lungs expand and contract, her breaths entering and leaving in turn. All of her body working unconsciously to keep her alive.

  Alive. He was holding a precious gift, he knew. There was something so fragile about the girl he held in his arms, so perfect and beautiful and fragile that he nearly wept with the agony of it. He would lose her. She would go, as all the others had gone, leaving him to survive alone. He pressed his forehead against her back and choked back a sob.

  Liz stirred in her sleep and then took his arm, pulling it back around her to nestle against.

  "You 'wake?" she murmured sleepily.

  "Just thinking," Robb said.

  "About what?"

  "About everything. About you. You and me."

  "Go back to sleep," Liz said, turning and planting a soft but firm kiss on his lips, then rolling back over. Her back was warm against his chest. "We can talk about it over breakfast."

  "We're having breakfast together?" Robb asked.

  "Yes," Liz said. "You're making me chocolate chip pancakes."

  "That's right," Robb said, grinning as he buried his face into the dark waves of her hair. "I almost forgot."

  "You didn't forget the chocolate chips, did you? Tell me you didn't forget them."

  "Ma'am, I would never." Robb kissed the back of Liz's head.

  A minute passed.

  Robb kissed the nape of Liz's neck, nuzzling her until she wriggled again, the soft line of her thighs that led down to her waist. These lines he traced with the palm of his hand, feeling the weight of the body behind them. The curve of her backside pressed firmly against his aroused groin.

  "I love your head," he whispered. "Your beautiful, intelligent, chocolate-chip loving head."

  "Go to sleep," Liz said. "I'm dreaming."

  "About what?" Robb whispered in her ear. Liz turned and looked at Robb. Her dark eyes were framed with black lashes, and they blinked once, slowly.

  Liz leaned to press her nose against his and when she spoke, her eyes were already halfway shut.

  "About...pancakes."

  Then she was asleep again on his arm, and he needed his arm to make pancakes. She was too beautiful to wake. He had to wake her. He lay there next to her for a long while, enjoying the sun's slow crawl across the bed, before getting up to start breakfast.

  The End

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  Distracting the Billionaire’s Son

  Jordan Bell

  One

  Shannon Silver and I were twenty-nine hours past our last final exam, all our worldly possessions loaded into the back of her SUV, and less than twelve minutes from two weeks of lying by the pool with nothing in the world to care about but our tans.

  The semester had been rough, but I’d had Shannon and the promise of this vacation to get me through when I didn’t think I would make it. The Silvers had money, serious money, which made us unlikely roommates. She could have had one of the luxury dorms with a private room and bath. She could have gotten her own place. Why she stayed with me and our bunk beds and community shower, I’d never know, bud I’d always be grateful.

  “There it is,” she said, pointing over the steering wheel as she turned off the highway onto the loneliest looking dirt road I’d ever seen. The SUV bumped down the hill towards a line of trees and, according to Shannon’s description of the place, extended all the way to the water. There was even a sign, tucked into the trees off the road. Camp Silver, Private Property. Cute.

  “Welcome to the middle of nowhere, Jess.” She reached over and took my wrist, gave me a playful shake. “Relax a little. You’re going to have a good time. We’ve got a pool, a private boat, famous chefs to keep us happy and fat, and several cousins I’m willing to give you my blessing to flirt shamelessly with.”

  I grinned. “That’s very magnanimous of you.”

  “I’m here for you, babe.”

  As she drove us under the canopy of trees, the temperature dropped ten degrees, chilling after having the sun on me for the last seven hours. It was darker too, but very pretty. Pale rocks made the path illuminate in the dusky light and a black wrought iron fence blocked either side of the drive until we came to a gate with an “S” in silver emblazoned at the center.

  Shannon punched in the code and the gate opened silently to let us pass. There were no fences past the gate, and the trees seemed to stretch endlessly around us. When the gate closed, I had a very sudden sense of peace and security fall over me. Yes, Shannon was right. This was going to be a good vacation.

  “We stay in cabins,” she said, pointing into the trees, though I couldn’t see anything but seas of green. “They are in pods of three with plenty of space between each pod. My grandparents stay in the main house when they come, but the rest of us will be roughing it. My parents love to pretend they are campers.”

  She flashed me a smile. Shannon wasn’t typical for all her family’s money. She was pretty, but in an average way, thin but enjoyed food more than most girls allowed themselves to, and took her family’s money with a grain of salt. She had a job in a coffee shop and aside from the occasional ostentatious outfit her mom or older sister sent her, wore the same big box retail store clothes I did. She loved her family more than anyone I’d ever met and I loved her like a sister. I hoped the rest of her family embraced me as readily as Shannon had.

  “Sounds nice. I’ve never been camping before.”

  Shannon laughed. “Well, neither have we. Not really.” She pulled the SUV off the main rock road onto a dirt path that fed deep into the trees. The branches were close enough I could reach out and touch the leaves, which were deep, mossy green and a little damp. The air smelled like fresh rain and something earthy and mellow. Shannon turned the radio down and all the sudden filled the car with the noise of birds and bugs and the slow crunch of twigs and rocks as we drove over them. Even if it was in a cabin at a private summer retreat with chefs and housekeepers, I was excited to be a part it.

  “I love that sound. I swear it’s the only place in the world that sounds like this. Two weeks is never long enough.”

  Shannon slowed and broke through the trees to a wide circular clearing with three very small one room cabins at three points along the circle. At the center was a fourth building, round with high narrow windows along the roofline. Two other vehicles were parked between two of the cabins and a guy was busy unloading one of them. At the sight of him, Shannon squealed and slammed on the breaks.

  She was out of the car and across the clearing before either of us knew what she was doing. The boy immediately dropped the bags he’d been holding to catch her.

  This was Shannon. While I never talked about my family, Shannon couldn’t stop talking about hers. From his picture, I guessed this was her brother and the youngest Silver, Eric. He had Shannon’s dark hair and average height. He was still high school skinny, but I could tell he was growing up to be very good looking. It took Shannon a long time to loosen her hold on him.

  She leaned to whisper into his ear and then he waved at me, a bright smile as big as Shannon’s. I waved, unbuckled my seat belt, and climbed out of the still idling car.

  “Jessica, my baby brother, Eric. Eric, this is my best friend Jessica Lewis.” He shook my hand, firm and confident like his sister.

  “Jessica. Welcome to the Silver’s annual summer retreat. It’s good to see Shannon bringing a friend this year.”

  Shannon blushed, shrugged, and looked away embarrassed. If Eric noticed, he didn’t show it. Another Shannon Silver mystery. She was the most easily likable person I’d ever met, but I’d rarely ever seen her hang out with other girls. Around strangers, shyness kil
led her tongue, but around the rest of us she was the star.

  “I’m very happy to be invited. It’s all Shannon ever talked about was this retreat. Honestly, if she didn’t invite me I was going to stow away in her luggage.” The brother and sister laughed easily at this and Shannon gave my shoulders a squeeze for good measure. Shannon touched everyone, all the time, when she wanted to express some emotion she couldn’t articulate. My family didn’t touch, never touched, so it took me months to stop tensing up every time she took me by surprise.

  “You mean to welcome her to the Silver zoo.” We turned at the voice, deep and resonating, completely unlike Shannon and Eric’s. A man leaned out of the doorway of the cabin, braced his body against the door jam and stared down at us behind sunglasses. He was taller than the other two, but shared their caramel skin and dark hair. He was broader than Eric through the shoulders, and did not flash the trademark Silver smile. “And we are all attractions for your amusement.”

  “Jonah,” Eric warned gently. “Be nice. She just got here.”

  Jonah. The older brother. Every time Shannon ever talked about him, it was with a mixture of emotions I could never decipher. Sadness, maybe. Or disappointment. I wasn’t sure, but also always admiration and affection. It was a quieter, distant affection though, and she didn’t squeal and launch herself at him as she had with Eric.

  He was dressed nice in impeccably neat black slacks and black button up shirt. The top buttons was undone, but otherwise the cuffs were tight and his dress shoes unscuffed despite being in the woods. He made me feel like my shorts, Go Pink! Girl’s Track Team t-shirt, and sandals were the ones out of place.

  “I am being nice.” He pushed off the door and took one step at a time, emphasizing his words with each step, until he was at our level. “She should know it’s not all free food and days lounging at the pool. You go to the beach when you’re told to go to the beach. You go shopping when it’s time to show off our incredibly influential family to the tourists. You eat meals when our French chef has prepared them and even if you can’t pronounce the dishes, you eat them anyway because asking for a cheeseburger and fries would be rude. You laugh at my father’s jokes and compliment my mother’s clothes. This isn’t a vacation. It’ll be your job to make the Silvers feel good about their place in the world. You good with that, sweetheart?”