HOT Recluse (HOT Alpha Book 1)

by Stella Stone

  Walking up behind her, I place my hands on her hips, and lean over her back, brushing my lips on her neck. “I was an ass,” I murmur against her skin.

  “No shit,” she snaps.

  I hear her throw her makeup down and then she turns around in my arms. Lifting my head, I look down into her pretty brown eyes.

  She sucks in a deep breath before letting it out. “You hurt my feelings. There’s nobody else for me, Heath. Just you,” she whispers.

  Sliding my hand around the side of her neck, squeezing her gently. “I know, Sugar. I fucking know.”

  She looks up at me, placing her hands on my chest before she speaks again. “If we’re going to do this. Really do this, then you have to trust me, Heath. You can’t lock me up and then not trust me on top of that. I’m not your prisoner, I’m here because I like what we have,” she says.

  Leaning down, I run my nose alongside her own as I grip her hips with my hands. “Okay, Sugar.”

  I kiss her lips gently, running my tongue along hers, before I plunge deep into her mouth. I fuck her gently, softly, and I take my time tasting her. I swallow her moan as her hands move to fist at the sides of my shirt.

  Reluctantly, I break our kiss, resting my forehead against hers as I attempt to catch my breath, and calm my hard dick down. “I’m nervous about meeting your parents,” she admits.

  I grunt, definitely not wishing to talk about them right now, but I know that I need to ease her mind. “They will absolutely love you, Sugar. They’re just happy I found someone, I think,” I chuckle.

  The doorbell rings, and she jumps making a noise. “Finish up, I’ll let them in,” I wink taking a step back.

  “Do I look okay?” she asks before I can turn around.

  She’s wearing a skirt that hugs her curves and hits her right at the tops of her knees, a sexy pinup style, red one. Her top is a white sleeveless that’s tucked into her waistband but loose and V-neck showing a hint of cleavage. “Sugar, my cock hurts so bad, I want to fuck you. You look like a sexy secretary,” I grunt.

  “Too sexy?” she asks, her eyes wide with horror.

  I chuckle, “No, Sugar. You look perfect, hurry up now, they’re dying to meet you,” I wink.

  Turning around I jog downstairs to let my parents inside. Tonight, they meet the woman I’m going to marry. The woman I’ve probably already knocked up—my woman.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  KINSLEY

  I don’t know what I was anticipating when I was going to meet Heath’s parents for the first time, but I didn’t expect Barb and Drew.

  Heath’s mother is petite, and her bleached blonde hair is in a French twist. She’s wearing a pair of soft blue pencil trousers and a matching cardigan with a cream blouse beneath it. She’s even got a string of pearls wrapped around her neck.

  Drew is tall and lanky like Heath. He’s wearing corduroy pants, and a plaid button up shirt. He has darker features like Heath, except he wears thick black framed glasses. He looks a little nerdy, and his mom looks uptight but when their eyes meet mine, I can tell they’re neither of those things.

  “Mom, dad, this is Kinsley,” Heath introduces as he tugs me against his side in the entryway of the house.

  “It’s nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell,” I offer with a smile.

  Barb waves her hand between us and takes a step forward, wrapping her hands around my wrists and tugging me toward her. She envelops me in a hug and inhales a deep breath. “You, sweet girl, you call me Barb,” she murmurs.

  Heath rushes off a few minutes later to get the food out of the oven, and I take drink orders. It isn’t long until dinner’s ready and once I’ve served cocktails we make our way to the table that I set earlier in the afternoon.

  “So, tell us, Kinsley, where are you from and what do you do?” Drew asks after we’ve loaded our plates with Heath’s gourmet cuisine from a box.

  My face instantly heats, and I know that my cheeks must be red. Heath wraps his fingers around my knee and squeezes at his father’s question.

  Clearing my throat, I open my mouth to speak. “I was a secretary for an attorney in town, but due to unforeseen circumstances I had to quit yesterday. So, I’m going to start looking for something new on Monday.”

  Heath’s fingers squeeze my knee even harder at my words. I move my hand down to his wrist and wrap my fingers around him. He loosens his grip slightly and I continue. “I’m from Dallas, but decided I needed a change and found my way here. I absolutely love this place. It’s just small enough to feel comfortable yet not so small that you feel suffocated.”

  Drew nods, taking a sip of his red wine. “Will your parents be coming to visit soon, to meet Heath?” Barb asks.

  I nod my head, swallowing a piece of food. “They’re making their way here in a couple of weeks. They’re excited to see my new town, and of course, to meet Heath,” I smile.

  Heath’s fingers flex and I realize that with all of the chaos that’s happened between me and Heath, and with my job and the Walker’s I never mentioned to him that they were coming to town.

  “I’ll throw a party,” Barb announces, and I hear Heath growl. She waves her hand, in a shooing motion toward him. “You’ll be fine, Mr. Anti-Social.”

  “I’m an introvert, I’m not anti-social,” Heath mutters.

  Barb rolls her eyes and I can’t stop the giggle from bubbling up. “You lock yourself in this house, doing your computer science research stuff. When was the last time you went to the grocery store?” she asks lifting a brow.

  Heath grunts, and I cover my mouth trying to hide my smile. I look up at him and he turns his head frowning down at me. “Watch yourself, Sugar,” he warns.

  Barb ignores him and continues planning a party for my parents. She even tells me all of the close family friends, and relatives she plans on inviting, only causing Heath’s scowl to intensify. We finish eating dinner and my nerves are completely gone by the time I take my last bite. Heath’s parents are fantastic.

  HEATH

  My father and I leave the women to chat and come outside in the backyard. My exercise equipment is all set up still and my father lightly punches the bag that hangs from my porch. “How long have you really been with this girl?” he asks sipping his wine.

  “A couple of weeks,” I shrug.

  He chuckles, shaking his head. “I didn’t expect her, to be honest,” he mutters.

  “You didn’t expect what?” I ask, my brows knitting together.

  My dad chuckles, staring out into my back yard. “She’s lovely. She’s smart, sweet, and socially delightful,” he explains.

  I frown, looking down at my foot, realizing that she is everything that I’m not. Except smart, I know I’m intelligent, at least when it comes to science. Life skills, maybe not so much. In that respect I know that Kinsley has the upper hand.

  “She’s mine,” I admit.

  My dad clears his throat, “Good. I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Heath. We’ve been worried about you,” he says. “Over thirty, and no real relationships. It’s scary as parents to see that.”

  “I’m marrying her, dad. She’s the one, there’s no need to worry anymore,” I murmur.

  My father’s head turns to look at me, surprise laced with a little relief shadows his features. “Marriage?” he breathes.

  I nod. “She’s it. One hundred percent, the woman for me,” I state.

  He smiles, taking a few short steps in my direction and wraps me in a hug. “Happy for you, son.” He rasps.

  My parents stay for dessert. The entire time we eat, my mom and Kinsley continue to make plans for her parents visit. Apparently, my mother has decided to be their tour guide and is planning daily activities for the bunch. I’m glad I have the excuse of work and judging by my father’s face he is too.

  When my parents leave, I’m surprised that it's well after eleven in the evening. My mom gives me a tight hug, and I know she’s just as happy as my father is, maybe even happier. She has a girl to h
angout with now, a new friend and soon-to-be daughter-in-law.

  “I love her,” my mother whispers in my ear when she gives me a hug.

  I chuckle. “Me too, mom.”

  She takes a step back and wipes her eyes before my father shuffles her out of the door. Closing the door behind them, I flip the lock and turn to Kinsley. She’s smiling but that smile fades as soon as her eyes catch mine.

  “Upstairs, naked, I need to be inside you,” I growl.

  She blinks, then her smile reappears and before I can even think about touching her, she’s rushing away from me and up the stairs. My lips turn up into a grin as I watch her sweet ass sway from side to side as she climbs the staircase in her tight skirt.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  HEATH

  Powering on my computer, I decide to get some work done before Kinsley wakes up. I’ve been slacking the past couple of days with everything that’s happened. I need to play catchup a little. Yawning, I reach for my coffee as I log into my work system.

  Focusing on my work, I jump when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Turning my head, I’m not surprised to see Kinsley standing there. “You let me sleep in too late,” she yawns.

  I frown, looking at the time on my phone before I chuckle. “It’s noon, Sugar. You didn’t just sleep in, you slept in.”

  She hums, as I turn my chair around, and pull her onto my lap. She’s warm and still damp from her shower. “Someone kept me up all night,” she murmurs, nuzzling my neck which has become her morning habit and I fucking love it.

  It’s been two weeks since everything went down. Two weeks since she met my parents and two weeks since she’s left this house.

  Two weeks since she’s put even a stitch of clothing on. Tomorrow she’s going with my mother out shopping. They’re going to get shit for the party they’re throwing Kinsley’s parents next weekend.

  The time has come for me to meet my future in-law’s. Kinsley swears they’ll like me, and that they already know we’re living together, and everything is okay. I can’t imagine it is, I’m sure they’ll grill me a million times worse than my parents did her, but I don’t mind it, not a single bit. I want them to know that Kinsley is safe with me, that she’s cherished and loved.

  Reaching for my desk drawer, I pull out the box that I received yesterday in the mail. I was going to wait until the party, but I’m impatient as fuck. Flipping the top open, with my thumb I take the ring out, and without saying a word I slide it onto her finger.

  “Heath?” she asks, sitting up.

  I watch as her head tips down and she looks at the jewelry, then she turns her head and looks at me. “You’re already mine, let’s make it official,” I say.

  Her lips curve into a huge smile and she nods. “Yes, I’ll marry you,” she whispers.

  I wasn’t giving her a choice, but I don’t say that. Kinsley leans in and presses her mouth to mine, her tongue tasting the seam of my lips before I part them, tasting me. Slipping one arm beneath her legs, and the other around her back, I stand up.

  Carrying her upstairs, I decide not to fuck her outside, or in the living room, not for this moment. I want this to be special for her. She’s now officially my fiancée.

  Once I’m in our room, I lower her down on the bed. Quickly, I strip out of my sweats and wrap my hand around my hard cock, squeezing it once before I stroke.

  Kinsley automatically spreads her thighs wide, just the way I like it as she rises to her elbows. “What do you want, Sugar?” I ask.

  KINSLEY

  What do I want?

  The question seems as simple as the answer. Although, I know that it isn’t simply put.

  I. Want. Everything.

  Smiling, I stroke his hard length one more time. “I want you, Heath. Any way you need me that’s how I want you.” His hips surge forward, and I let my hand drop from his cock as he drives himself deep inside of me. My head falls back with a long moan.

  Heath’s hands span my waist as his head lowers and he captures one of my nipples in his mouth. When his teeth gently tug on me I whimper. “Spread your legs wider, Sugar. You know how I like it,” he growls.

  Laying on my back I shift my arms, slipping them beneath my knees and I bring my legs back, widening them as I do. “Fucking, shit,” he groans, his knees shifting so that his thighs press against the backs of mine as he sinks deeper inside of me.

  Heath wraps one of his hands around the side of my neck, his golden flecked eyes focused on mine as his cock drives into me with fierce strength. Our gaze stays locked as he continues to slam into me.

  “I’m close,” I warn, my breasts bouncing with each pump of his hips.

  He unclenches his jaw, his eyes alight with desire, and determination. “Marry me this weekend, at the party,” he growls.

  “Heath,” I breathe.

  He shakes his head, his breathing labored as he continues. “I can’t wait, Sugar. I need you to be mine,” he rasps.

  My breath hitches at his words. Need. I understand need and I bite my bottom lip as I nod. He lowers his chin, pressing his lips to mine as his pelvis grinds against my clit. “A surprise wedding,” he murmurs against my mouth.

  I let out a whining sound as my orgasm crashes through me, completely taking me by surprise. Heath groans, burying his face in my neck as his hips begin erratically pumping in and out of me.

  He growls against my neck as his cock grows, and I feel his warm release fill me. I groan, my hips lifting to take all of him inside of me, prolonging my orgasm with each shift, as my clit drags against him.

  “Honey,” I whimper, my arms wrapping around him, my hips unable to stop their movements. He groans again, his body weight pressing me farther into the mattress. “You feel so good, Honey,” I rasp.

  He chuckles against my neck, his hips lazily fucking me, his pelvis still grinding against my clit causing my breath to hitch with each touch. “You feel amazing, as always, Kinsley. You make me so goddamn happy,” he rasps against my neck.

  I giggle, his words filling me with so much joy that it’s hard to keep it inside of me. “I make you happy because I do what you want. I’m not working, and I stay naked for you all day long,” I state.

  He grunts, lifting his head from my neck. “You aren’t happy?” he asks lifting a brow, his hips stilling, and his semi-erect cock still nestled inside of me.

  Lifting my hand, I cup his smooth cheek. “Honey, I’ve never been so happy. I never imagined that living life this way would be something I could do. That I would be happy spending my days naked beside a recluse,” I suck in a ragged breath as my eyes fill with wet tears. “But, Heath, I’ve never been happier. Not ever in my life like I am with you.”

  His lips twitch in a smile and I lift my face to his, pressing my mouth to his own in a gentle kiss before I release him. “Even if I’m resigned to be a homebody?”

  I laugh, and his cock falls from me as my body shakes. My breath hitches with the loss of him, but I keep my eyes connected to his own smiling ones. “You’re beyond a homebody, Honey, but I find that I don’t mind much. It’s fun being yours.”

  He grins, dropping his face to run his nose alongside my own. “Good, because I’m keeping you for always,” he mutters.

  “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, Heath Mitchell.”

  His lips hover over mine before he rasps. “Thank fuck.”

  Heath’s mouth slams down against mine and a few minutes later he’s buried inside of me again. It doesn’t take us long to both find our release as the man I watched from a hole in the fence just a few weeks ago, declares his love for me.

  My sexy hot recluse.

  Epilogue

  TWO YEARS LATER

  KINSLEY

  The sound of the slap fills the room before I feel the sting against my ass. Heath grunts as he slams his cock deep inside of me from behind. I push my hips backward to meet his hard strokes. Fucking his cock as he fucks me.

  My eyes slide closed on a whimper and Heath lifts his hand
, wrapping it around my mouth to muffle my sounds. Dylan is sleeping in the living room, and we’re in the kitchen.

  Unfortunately, these days with a fourteen-month-old we have to stay dressed. However, Heath found a loophole he’s pretty proud of. I’m only allowed to wear dresses, and no undergarments.

  He reaches around, grabbing ahold of my breast from over the top of the soft cotton fabric of my sundress and squeezes as his hips continue to slam into my ass from behind.

  My eyes close as I let out a long moan, fucking him harder, searching for my climax. I release one of my hands from the grip I hold on the counter and slip it between my thighs. My nails gently glide along Heath’s balls, and he lets out a groan of his own.

  Spreading two fingers apart I place them on either side of his cock and feel as he slides in and out of me. He’s wet from my pussy and it makes me shiver. Shifting my fingers, I press them against my clit and begin to quickly, and firmly, touch myself.

  I hear a cry, and I know it’s Dylan waking from his nap. “Come around my cock, Sugar. Squeeze me,” Heath rasps against my ear, his hips ferociously slamming against me, pounding into me with zero gentility.

  Moaning against his hand, I rub my clit harder and his cock continues working me until my eyes roll in the back of my head and I come on a muffled scream.

  “Goddamn, Kinsley,” he growls against my ear. “Milk that cock, Sugar. Fuck, yes,” he hisses. His own release takes over him and I feel his muscles trembling as he fills me with his warm release.

  My head hangs down and I look at the kitchen floor attempting to catch my breath. Heath gently glides out of me and rearranges my dress. Then he bends over my back and brushes his lips across my neck. “I’ll go get him up, Sugar,” he chuckles.

  A few seconds later I straighten and make my way over to the sink, my eyes closing as I wash my hands with warm soapy water, feeling my husbands cum between my thighs, leaking down just the way he likes it. He’s perverted, and I love it.