Red Hot Alphas: 11 Novels of Sexy, Bad Boy, Alpha Males (Red Hot Boxed Sets Book 2)

by Jo Raven

  That’s her story, and she’s sticking to it. I’ve given up on excuses. I’m big because I love food, and that’s all I have to say on the subject. Plenty of guys like curves. Lisa’s found Ice and Mimi’s got David, so there’s no reason why Juliya and I can’t each find a great man who craves our lush bodies.

  I just wish Slider were that man.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Slider

  The little street is busy when Prince and I roll by David’s mother’s house. We look at each other and shrug before we ride a little farther down to park our rides.

  “We won’t stay long,” I tell Prince as we walk back. As a rule, I’m not one for big gatherings, but this one will probably be the worst ever.

  “That’s what you think.” He snorts, pointing between David’s place and the neighboring single-family home.

  Through the passage separating the two houses, I glimpse tables and chairs set up in the backyard. The reception includes a sit-down dinner, it seems. No escaping early without being rude.

  The front door of the house is ajar. We push it open and enter a nice-size living room. Behind two glass doors on the opposite wall, I see a backyard with some sort of canopy. As far as I can tell, the first floor contains the living room, kitchen and a door to the garage. A small staircase leads to the second floor, and I hear women’s laughter coming from up there.

  Prince and I walk through the doors to the yard, where we’re greeted by an over-enthusiastic Toussaint. The kid runs to us as if we’re his long-lost uncles. Prince hugs him and rubs his head. Mimi’s got Toussaint shaved so short, he could enlist without visiting the barber.

  David’s mother looks at Toussaint with so much love I have to look away. I hope he never realizes that adults aren’t to be trusted. She loves him now, but that doesn’t mean a thing. My stepmother looked at me the same way. She was all over me and said she loved me like a son; then she skipped town without so much as a good-bye. I’ve kept my distance because I refuse to do that to Toussaint, but the kid ignores all my efforts to push him away. He’s worse than Sally! Prince notices that I’m being cold to the kid and looks at me sideways. Yeah, right, I kick puppies for lunch, but who is he to judge, he whips subs for dinner—to each his own.

  “How have you been?” Prince asks the kid.

  Mimi and Toussaint vanished last spring when she realized she was in trouble with the White Wizards. David had asked her to borrow an office key from one of those bastards. Instead of just giving him the key, she had to go find out what was behind the door and almost got caught in the act.

  “Okay, I guess. It was weird being homeschooled for a year.” Toussaint looks around and adds, “I never thought I would say this, but I’m really happy to return to All Saints School in the fall.”

  Prince laughs. “I get it. One-on-one attention may be a little too much for a kid your age.”

  “Oh no, I wasn’t alone,” Toussaint protests. “There were four of us, but… I’m not sure I’m allowed to say where we were hiding.”

  “Don’t worry, boy. We’re not trying to get information out of you. Prince was just making conversation.”

  That’s what I say but, now that I’ve seen him balking, I’m curious. I wonder why he won’t talk about where he was.

  Toussaint looks relieved, and a smile lights up his face as he looks behind me. I turn and see David coming toward us with Mimi. She removed her veil and some of the frills she wore in church. She’s even more stunning in her simple white dress. Come to think of it, it reminds me of the dress she used to wear when she stripped—very virginal and pure. That was why she was a big success in the club—every time she stripped it felt as if it was her first time. Prince elbows me not so softly and winks. I think he read my mind. But tonight, Mimi’s show will be a private one, and I’m happy for her that she’s limited her audience this way.

  “I’m so happy you decided to come,” Mimi says. “I was sure you and Dmitry could ignore MC rivalry for one evening and make nice with the Tornadoes.”

  “Make nice?” Prince growls then guffaws. “Honey, I promise I will. Yes, ma’am. I do love the play date you organized for me tonight. You can be sure I’m ready to play nice with Juliya!”

  “See, I told you it would all work out fine!” Mimi says to David.

  For an instant, I’m not sure if she’s joking or not. Mimi’s a smart woman, so she couldn’t possibly have missed the sarcasm in Prince’s tone. Maybe Mimi’s decided to ignore all possible problems and hope for the best. For her sake, I hope that works. David’s brains must have turned to mush because he’s just grinning like an idiot. Yep, happiness can do that to a man!

  “And you!” Mimi snaps, getting my attention. “You do something about Sally.” I raise my eyebrows to show that I have no clue what she’s talking about, but she goes on, “My girl has been sitting on that fence waiting for you to make up your mind forever.” She stabs her finger in my chest. “Tonight’s your last chance. You’re in or you’re out, buddy.”

  I shake my head. “Sally and I are just friends.”

  David rolls his eyes while Prince and Mimi snort and shrug in perfect unison. I guess those two don’t believe men and women can be friends. The fact of the matter is, I’m not so sure about that either. In any case, I was expecting some show of support from David. He knows what a crappy position I’m in. I would be a serious bastard if I pulled Sally into my messy life. We’re too close as it is. Even if I pride myself on always taking very good care of all my dancers, anyone watching me knows that I pay special attention to that chick. Maybe the best thing that can happen to her is to move away from me.

  It’s about time anyway. She graduated at the end of the spring term. She should find a real job soon, one with a future. Yeah, that’s what I’ll tell her tonight. She needs to get on with her life. Stripping was fun while it lasted, but she’s gotta move on. Except, given the choice, I would rather take the coward’s way out and just skip the entire evening.

  “Let’s get this party started,” David says, and, with impeccable timing, someone puts on soft music.

  I scan the yard, looking for the origin of the sound. The canopy that protects the three dinner tables extends all the way to the backyard of the house next door where wood planks create a makeshift dance floor. Ice is checking on a professional-looking Revox machine with a huge tape. I guess that’s the sound track for the evening

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Sally

  “I’m so happy Mimi agreed to us ditching our dresses,” I say as Lisa and I leave her bedroom.

  “I wouldn’t have minded staying in that pretty dress,” Lisa muses out loud, looking back at the colorful pile on her bed.

  “Well, you could have stayed in yours,” Juliya snaps, stepping out of the bathroom in black jeans that look as if they’ve been painted on. Her white shirt is tied in a knot at the waist and shows ample cleavage. Her eyes are enhanced by black makeup, and her lips are fire-truck red. She’s sizzling hot.

  “Not with you and Sally getting back into jeans,” Lisa protests.

  The three of us walk downstairs, and just as we reach the landing, Juliya stops and signals for us to be quiet. Mimi is reading someone the riot act. Hopefully it isn’t David! A smile spreads on my face as I catch the end of Mimi’s sentence.

  “…waiting for you to make up your mind forever. Tonight’s your last chance. You’re in or you’re out, buddy.”

  I’m pretty sure she’s giving Slider hell, and I pray he’ll listen. But my smile falls when I hear his answer.

  “Sally and I are just friends.”

  I’m furious. That man just hammered the last nail in his coffin. I’m done waiting. Juliya grabs my hand and squeezes it. She gets it. She holds my hand as we step outside.

  A slow song begins and Lisa walks over to Ice, who waves at her from the other side of the yard. David leads his beautiful bride to the dance floor. With my eyes on the happy couple, I follow Juliya’s lead. We walk past Prince and Slider, igno
ring them, and swipe two sodas from the bar before we make ourselves comfortable at an empty table. At the end of the first song, others join the bride and groom on the dance floor.

  Juliya points at an older couple. “That’s Tony. Tony was David’s dad’s twin brother.”

  “So he’s David and Lisa’s uncle who lives in the twin house next door?”

  “Yeah. The woman dancing with him is his wife, Nancy. She’s Ice’s mother. Cracker—my father—knocked her up when she was an Iron Tornadoes sweet butt. My mother ran her out of the club when she found out, and eventually Nancy hooked up with Tony.”

  “So Nancy is David and Lisa’s aunt, but her son isn’t their cousin?”

  “Oh no!” Juliya makes a face, as if dating a cousin is the most repulsive thing on earth. “Lisa and Ice aren’t cousins. Just very close neighbors.”

  “How’s my favorite sister?”

  The deep voice that startles me makes Juliya jump from her chair into the arms of a giant. I assume he’s her brother Ernest, the mysterious Dom I have yet to meet. Looking at him, I get why his road name is Everest. The man is huge and very handsome.

  “Everest, do you know my friend Sally?” Juliya asks.

  “No, I’ve never had the pleasure.” His eyes are a deep forest green, a bit like his brother’s but harder, more probing. He takes the hand I offer and traps it between his very long, calloused fingers.

  The man oozes power. I study his face as he studies mine. He’s a mystery to Juliya, she has yet to understand why he bothered to get a degree in psychology to become a police officer. I’m guessing he decided it was more challenging to be a profiler than a therapist.

  Juliya decides to meddle. “If you’re going to hold her hand, you may as well make her dance.”

  “Would you?” he asks me, maintaining eye contact.

  “With pleasure.” Hell, why not. Slider and I are just friends, right? And this man’s nice and he looks at me as if he’s truly enchanted to meet me.

  He holds my hand until we get to the dance floor, then he pulls me close enough to feel his warmth, but not too close. I rest my hands on his shoulders and feel very tiny.

  “So how do you fit in to this gathering?” he asks, tilting his head as if he’s looking for another perspective of me.

  “I’m a friend of Mimi’s. We worked together and went to the same college.”

  “So you’re an educated exotic dancer?”

  “Yes, I am, and that’s a lovely way to put it.” I appreciate that he’s not judgmental about what I do. Most people assume strippers are tramps, and while some strippers do sleep with clients, I’m pretty sure most of us don’t.

  “And your boyfriend doesn’t mind that you undress every night in front of perfect strangers?”

  “I don’t think I have a boyfriend.”

  He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head. “Now that’s interesting. Would you care to elaborate?”

  I laugh and try to deflect his question by saying, “Juliya warned me about you.”

  “What does my devilish sister say about me these days?”

  “That you’re extremely curious and that you just need to look into people’s eyes to see right into their souls.”

  “And yet you locked eyes with me,” he notes with a malicious grin. “You didn’t believe her?”

  I shrug. “Nope. My guess is you pick up stuff most people don’t, and I was curious to see you in action.”

  He looks surprised. “Really?”

  “Yeah, I’m not taking any big chance. I don’t have much to hide.”

  “Oh, we’re all hiding something. Right now you’re trying to hide the relief you feel because you believe you’ve sidetracked me.”

  I laugh and lift my hands in surrender. Resting them back on his chest, I say, “Okay, you win. I wanted to spare you, but since you insist, I’ll tell you all about my non-existent love life. Maybe you can give me a man’s point of view.”

  “Sure, go ahead.” His tone is caring, protective. He pulls me in a little closer. “I’ll enjoy being your weeping wall if you give me a chance to console you when you’re done.”

  I look into his eyes. I can’t figure out if he’s serious or not, but what the heck. Maybe he can help me understand what’s going on in Slider’s head. “There’s this man where I work…” Everest nods, so I continue. “I know he really likes me, but he’s never made a move. The only time I get to touch more than his hand is when I ride with him.”

  “Does he know how you feel?”

  “Oh please, I’ve done everything short of tattooing his name on my forehead.”

  That gets a laugh out of him, and the sound is sexy enough to deflect my frustration. For an instant, I want to believe he could be the ideal remedy for my bad case of Slider blues. I know Everest is supposed to be a big bad Dom, but his laugh indicates that he’s more than that. A young free spirit hides inside his impressive body.

  “So you work with him,” he states.

  “Yep, he’s my boss.”

  “Maybe he thinks that he should never…” he sounds as though he’s trying to come up with a polite way to say “screw the help,” “engage in a relationship at his place of work.”

  “Well, he does repeat to anyone who’ll listen that the most important rule at the club is ‘don’t mess around with the talent,’” I admit.

  Everest shakes his head as if telling me the mystery is solved, but I don’t buy it. Slider looked the other way when David fell for Mimi, and he has to know that Vic, the bartender, has been with one of the dancers forever. But neither David nor Vic are Knights… as if that would change a thing.

  “You think there’s something else?” he asks.

  “I’m pretty sure there is,” I answer. “But you know what? I’ll find out soon enough since I’m quitting. If it was the job, than he should make a move, right?”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Slider

  David’s mother approaches Prince and me. She’s a plump woman in her fifties who must have been a hot broad way back when.

  “Come sit with us.” She takes Prince’s arm and pulls him toward the table. I follow as she says, “So let me see if I have this right. You’re Dmitry, but you go by Prince?”

  Prince nods.

  “Is that because you have Russian royal blood?” she asks.

  Dmitry laughs, a deep belly laugh that I had no idea he had in him. He isn’t always somber, but in all the years I’ve known him, I’ve never heard him laugh so freely.

  “No, ma’am,” he says. “There’s not a single drop of royal blood in me, as far as I know.”

  “Don’t ‘ma’am’ me. You’re making me feel ancient. I’m Betty,” she purrs. “So how did you get your name?”

  “It started with something a woman said about me once,” he says.

  I wonder if Prince is going to come right out and talk about his sex life with the mother of the groom.

  But no, she doesn’t pry any further about the origin of his name. “What about you, Slider?”

  “Mine is pretty self-explanatory,” I say. “I had a very spectacular accident on my bike.”

  A sincere look of concern clouds her eyes. “Did you get hurt?”

  “It wasn’t that bad,” I lie. I shake my head to chase away the images I remember from the accident. I usually manage to avoid thinking about it. I don’t even see my scars anymore. I only remember when I get stared at, and that doesn’t happen very often since I haven’t been to the beach in ages.

  “Wine or beer?” Betty asks.

  “A beer, please,” Prince says.

  “What about you…?”

  I’m guessing Betty wants to know my first name, but I pretend to misunderstand her. I give her what I think is my best smile. “A beer would be great. Thank you, Betty.”

  She pulls two bottles of some European brand from an ice bucket and pours the amber liquid in two tall, cooled glasses. Prince and I would have been just as happy drinking regular beer from then can, but we
graciously accept the glasses.

  She gestures toward a table covered with snacks. “Help yourself to whatever tempts you.” Then she excuses herself to go welcome newcomers. One of them is Captain Black, the head of my unit.

  Prince and I remain by the bar, savoring our beer and scouting the place. Juliya is sitting alone at a table nearby, studying the couples on the dance floor. I follow her gaze and see Sally in Everest’s arms. He’s holding her way too close for my comfort, and she’s smiling. She’s having a good time, and even though I tell myself I want her to move on, I don’t want to watch her dancing with another man. His hands slide down from her waist, so I look away from the dance floor at Prince, who’s studying my face with an ironic smirk.

  “Aren’t you going to do something about the man groping your girl?”

  “She’s not my girl,” I snap. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t stand a chance with her anyway but then again…

  “So she’s free game?” Prince asks, taunting me.

  “Yeah, you could always test your luck. But there’s one thing I know for sure: she’s not for you. There’s not a submissive bone in her body.”

  “You’re probably right,” he admits. “Now that one’s a different story.” He points his chin toward Juliya, sitting by herself at that small table with two glasses, waiting for Sally to come back.

  “I don’t know about her,” I say. “She seems too free spirited to be submissive to me, but I’m no expert. In any case, she’s untouchable.”

  “Says who?” Prince protests. “I’ll grant you she’s an Iron Tornado landmine and I shouldn’t step on it because there’s not enough of us to start a war.” He’s right since the local Knights chapter split into two, there’s not many brothers left with us.