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

by Jo Raven

  Choking up, I cried into the back of my hand. Even though I helped him come, I only made him more sexually frustrated. That’s not what I wanted at all. I thought giving him pleasure would be good for both of us, with him getting what he needed, and me, stretching and doing what I really shouldn’t. I hated that I was starting to like him. There was no point to that. It was idiotic. He’d never choose a girl like me when he’s so worldly, intense and sexual and I’m so … painfully dull and guarded.

  How pathetic was it that this, the very night I got mugged and punched with pavement, was the very best day of my life? I was still crying as I tucked under the covers. I’m pretty sure he has ruined my appetite for all other men already. Who on earth could top that?

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Jason

  After a restless night, I was glad for a morning boost from cheesy eggs, bacon, and coffee as I sat at the table in my breakfast nook. Didn’t fix her any, though, ’cause she fucking didn’t ask. She just stood there, leaning against green marble, staring at me, mouth open, like I was so damn rude for not making her breakfast since she was my guest. No, I’m not rude. And I’m no damn slave either. It’s rather considerate of me actually. How else is she gonna learn to ditch her wimpification and hesitance? If she wants things, she’s gonna have to beg me for them, no matter how big or small. And then, I might oblige. Might. Depending on my mood. Feeling the steam coming out of the nostrils of her button nose, I smirked.

  She set her knuckles on the counter behind her. “You’re not making me any?” She was in jeans and a lavender, scoop-neck t-shirt that highlighted her perky mounds. It pissed me off she didn’t ask me if she could put that shit on.

  “Hell no. You’re the sub. Make your own damn breakfast.” I slid eggs into my mouth and moaned around the morsel before I extracted the metal prongs and went back for another bite.

  “I’m here, staying in your place.”

  “Yeah, so? I’m not giving you a damn thing, especially not when you’re flaring that bitch-sassy attitude at me. Try some manners.”

  She glowered. “Why don’t you! Wow, you’re a grouch in the morning. What happened to wanting to pummel me?”

  “Already did apparently. I couldn’t sleep with all your moaning and carrying on in the throes of one-sided passion. It’s so delicious knowing I’m a panty-melter in dreams too.” I grinned as a sheet of red rolled down her face.

  “I did no such thing. Errr! Man, you are incorrigible. I have never, in all my life, met anyone as rude, stuck up, or obnoxious as you.”

  “Right back at ya, sweetheart.”

  “I am not your sweetheart. Stop saying that.”

  “Thank God!” I got up and rushed over. “’Cause that damn pinch-nosed expression would be an excruciating hell to constantly live with. You’re all judgment and spite without anything to back up your assumptions. And since I’m no maso, there’s only so much punishment I can take.”

  She hopped up, setting her sweet ass on the counter, and pointed a slender finger at me. “You think being with me is punishment? What the heck! We agreed to help each other out, did we not?”

  “Sure, but the constant restraint I have to muster up is total agony.”

  “You’re being such a jerk again! Who’s restraining you?”

  “You are, Sunshine, with that haughty self-righteousness.”

  “I like to have values. Can’t you be the least bit hospitable? I’d be more inclined to give you more.”

  “Oh yeah? More? Like this?” I grabbed her calves right below her Band-Aids and shoved her legs apart so I could fix my pelvis between them. Hands clutching her waist, I mashed her sweet spot against mine and ground into her. She gasped and shivered, then squirmed to escape my pawing mitts, but I only more insistently made a slut of her. “Nah, didn’t think so. You’re all talk, no action, just a naughty tease. Can’t you be the least bit fucktastic? I’d give you an unparalleled heaven.”

  “Pretty damn full of yourself.”

  “I’d prefer it if you were ‘pretty damn’ full of me.” I pulled away from her, ogling her from head to toe. “Take off your clothes.”

  Her eyes bugged out. “Excuse me?” she said, all shocked and wavy like some snotty teenager.

  “You heard me, brat. Not only did I not say you could get dressed, but you didn’t even ask.”

  “Uhh hoho. I have to ask you if I can get dressed?”

  “For everything, darlin’. You are mine during this little exchange. And now that you’re perched up like that, I’m hit by the urge to see more of you. Now, take off those damn clothes that you didn’t even ask if you could put on. Every stitch. Don’t make me say it again.” Spiked with a whiskey buzz for a morning striptease, I returned to my seat, smiling.

  She looked out the window, sunlight streaming in. Her tense swallow reminded me of how she gulped down my cum with a smile. “Whatcha gonna do once I’m naked?”

  I ate more eggs, smirked. “Make you mine. Already said I’d give you an unparalleled heaven. And I will, after I finish stuffing my face. But for now, I want you perking up my tired eyes.”

  “Hell no!” She launched off the counter and ran.

  I gave chase, quickly catching up with her. I swooped her up in one arm and swung her out past my hip. She screamed and I covered her mouth as I planted her on her back on the area rug and splayed her out, my body on top of hers. “Shh. Shh.”

  She shook her head, and I let go of her mouth. “No! Don’t. Let me go! I don’t want this.”

  “You sure as hell do, honey.” I yanked her shirt off and pinned her hands over her head in one fist. Her chest, aahhh, her luscious bra-covered tits, bobbed from her crazed exhalation. I chuckled. “As tempting as your candy is, you’re being so ridiculous. Do you really think God is fooled by this faux display of resistance?”

  “Shut up! Bet you don’t even believe in God. Get off me, Jason. Now!”

  “Did I ever say I didn’t believe in God? No. There you go making assumptions again. I’ve got no gripes with God. It’s judgmental people I can’t stand. I hate religiosity, all the shit-talk about love, when there are only pointed fingers and lumps of coal where hearts are supposed to be. He’s no idiot and knows how badly you want to get pounded raw and dirty.”

  “I don’t! I don’t, I swear.” She struggled and squirmed against me. “Let me go.”

  “Liar.” I clutched her crotch and she shuddered. I could feel her wet heat even through denim. “Wet pussies, on the other hand, don’t lie. The truth’s right here.” I rolled my fingers against her swells and maybe she didn’t even realize it, but she gave me the slightest swirl of her hips, encouraging me to get rougher. “You want me to take you so you can experience sex and say you had no choice and keep a clear conscience. Yeah, not happenin’. Not lettin’ you get it so easily. Women throw themselves at me, so I certainly don’t need to rape to get my jollies off.” I bent down and nibbled her ear. “Here’s another nugget of truth: I’ll only blast into that pussy of yours if you beg me ever so nicely with a, ‘Fuck me, Jason!’ And if I’m feeling generous at the time, I might let you feel my golden cock in your tight, wet hole. Then there’s no pretending, no facade, no mistake about it. I wanna hear you beg, Sunshine. Then it’s crystal clear to both of us, as well as God, what you crave most. My cock. Pounding you blind. And since, ‘fuck’, is a word you claim to not say, fret not, you will never, ever feel me sliding in, filling you up, or driving you towards ecstasy. You just lost in your pathetic little stunt here. Naughty brats don’t deserve to get their loins delighted from a deity of kink anyway.”

  “You’re no god. You’re a total jerk.”

  “A totally right jerk.” I stood and yanked her up, my hand still clasping hers. We both knew I had her pinned in her own truth and the only comeback she had was a grind of her jaw at being called out. “But I’m no damn fool.”

  “How exactly do you intend to make me yours then?”

  “I don’t have to nail you for that. I just
have to speak and say...” I ran the pad of my thumb across her sweet bottom lip, “this is mine.” I jerked her head back, a hard yank on her hair, which drew out the naughtiest, knowing smile. I dragged a knuckle down the smooth line of her throat. She gulped and her eyes bugged out right before I whispered in her ear. “This is mine, sweetheart.” I bit her lobe and licked, mmm, the hot road of her neck.

  She began to tremble and breathe faster.

  I grazed her nipples with my fingertips, surprised to feel hard candy already. I went back for more passes that had her melting in my hold. “These are mine.” I followed the pathway of her torso, hiked her shirt and pressed my finger into her bellybutton. “This tiny crevice is mine.”

  She licked her lip and her eyes narrowed, practically closing, in her silent plea to claim her entirely. Oh, I will, honey. Don’t worry. I got that.

  I spun her around, clamped her hot body to mine with a fierce arm hold across her tits and seized her between the legs with a petal-massaging clutch. Her cunt squeezed in a pulse around my kneading fingers and a loud cry of surprise escaped her lips. “And this … this hot, slippery, tasty, untapped pussy … is mine. All mine.” Still gripping her tightly, I slid her up my body in a lift, so I could press my erection against her anus as I continued to paw her treasure and mash the heel of my hand into her jean-covered clit. “Even that is mine. Every inch of you is mine.”

  Both of us suffering from serrated respiration, she quaked in the glue of my crushing embrace.

  Damn. I intended to turn her on, but now I ached to punch my stamp into everything. Surging lust made my claiming grind more primal. Gritting my teeth, I clutched harder, rougher. Her ass massage from all her wiggling and damn kiddie kicks drove me insane. She wanted me anywhere. Up the ass, up the pussy, deep in the throat. The craving to strip her, take her crudely, and entirely ravish what goddamn belonged to me, albeit, temporarily, flooded me.

  I chucked her off my body to break the excruciating hold she had on me, but she landed gracefully, fingers spread, like a cat in a crouch. But there was no kitten when she peered over her shoulder and looked up at me. Her eyes were all panther, famished, gashing, intense. Shit. I created a succubus. She wanted me. I wanted her. But we couldn’t have that! I could have a show though. I am fucking getting a show! I tried to be cool, but my voice was raspy as I said, “Now, Pet. There’s the matter of that smut show I’m itching to see. Since I currently own you, get your sassy ass back in my kitchen and cook me up some damn-hot dessert.”

  She stood all slinky, a devilish smirk on her face, like she knew to her greatest delight and satisfaction that she owned me too, and gave me a captain’s salute. Her eyes still stormed with need, need that I wanted to kill with a scream-eliciting pounding. “Yes. Sir.”

  I’m not kissing her … not kissing her … not … not … not. Do NOT. Don’t you dare! Leave that prudish, innocent bitch alone!

  When she turned away, I was finally able to take a deep breath and knock some sense into my idiot head. But watching the wiggle of her ass, probably intentional ’cause she’s a slutty tease, made me growl in frustration. I was disappointed she so easily agreed. I expected more protest and more brattiness. I assumed I’d have to bend her over my couch for an unforgettable tushy-bashing to get her to conform to my will. I wanted to squelch my stifled fire by burning some heat into her.

  Still raging hot for a woman I couldn’t literally take, I returned to my chair and eggs.

  She turned on the Bose that was on the counter, found a sultry tune, and slithered like a stripper as she undressed for me. The transformation of her face was mesmerizing, switching from tentative to self-assured. Somehow, self-consciousness peeled away more and more with each layer, even as she was sporting less and less. She stood naked before me, palms on marble and stretched far apart like she didn’t want even an inch of her gift to be obstructed. “Now what, Sir? I long to fulfill your desires.”

  Not all my desires. My pulse spiked and my cock strained against denim. I loved when she surprised me with well-buried sex appeal. “You know where I want you. Get back up there.”

  Her lips tilted like she was happy to obey. She hopped up, set her linked hands over her patch.

  “No. I want those legs in the most obscene split you can manage. Get raunchy in that slick hole, Pet.” Her eyes went wide, but I rebuffed any protest with my palm up.

  She batted lashes at me, then with a defiant glint in her eye, she spread open like a gymnast on a balance beam, toes pointed. Shit. So damn hot. It was a battle for me to not storm over there and claim her. She skimmed fingers down her torso and dipped in and out of her pink blossom. Slut-glossy now, she closed her eyes, drifting to a zone of self-pleasure.

  “No! Open your damn eyes and look at me. You’re doing this for me not for you.” I went back to eating my eggs, but they were cold now and tasted like clay. I watched her writhe and moan all porno as she plunged into that tightness just because I said so. “Mmm. Yeah, knew you were sexy-as-fuck. What’d I say!”

  She struggled to keep her eyes open as she squealed in ecstasy.

  Her squeezing walls beckoned me. I rushed over and pushed against her chest to lay her back, then turned my hand under and drove a finger into her slim hug. Aaah, so damn hot and wet. Her spun silk ran all over my hand as I pumped. “Mine.” I carefully edged another digit in and increased speed when she loosened up. Even though she was likely sensitive, she let me tear in, and I didn’t stop until clear liquid sputtered out of her urethra. Still holding my gaze, good girl, I watched her melt so pretty at the double climax. God, her moans were hot jams I wanted to embellish my song with. Nothing on earth sounded more beautiful than this satiated woman. I cleaned her with paper towels and jerked her up. Mashing my cock against her slit, I could feel her walls convulsing still. “Can I record those noises you make? I didn’t realize until this moment, but it’s what my song’s missing.”

  “Yeah. I guess. If you want.” Her thighs trembled and her breasts bounced with each shiver. I turned her into Jell-O and smiled at my artistic masterpiece.

  “It can’t be fake though. I’m gonna have to mic those hot breaths and moans while doing more of that to your Never Neverland.”

  “Yeah, I dunno then. Having to come for who knows how many takes would be horribly demanding, like working in a sweatshop.” She beamed at her jest.

  “Soooo damn demanding. It might take us like, I don’t know, a whole night to get it right. That’s the high price of creating art, losing blood, sweat and tears … and hot, hot cum in the process.”

  She chuckled, showing off gleaming teeth and adorable squints that had the power to weaken me. “Pricey indeed. For all my effort, you might have to sweeten the deal and let me into your jeans.”

  Biting my smiling lip, I leaned in. “See? Slutty. And sexy-as-fuck. If you’re really good, I’ll let play on my playground.”

  “It’s top of the line, so I’ll try to be good.”

  I smirked at my bad girl. What happened to the shy butterfly? She’d become my very own slut overnight, a subalicious fantasy who spread open on my counter and dove into her cherry pie just to give me a morning aphrodisiac. She was like a hit of molly, making me delirious and hungry for more of her, for all of her. So damn stupid! No! I refuse to become addicted to a girl I can’t even fucking fuck! “I don’t want you starving while we work. What should a good girl say to get some breakfast?”

  “Um … may I please have something to eat? Sir!”

  “Very good, Pet. What would you like?”

  “Cereal’s fine.”

  I helped her down and moved a chair for her. She sat after I waved towards the empty seat. I poured her a bowl of Cinnamon Life, and she wolfed it down. I gave her fruit too. The way her mouth moved as she ate it made me lust to munch on her rosy lips.

  “Are we gonna record video today? My scrapes probably look ugly.”

  “Let me see.” I got down on one knee and gently peeled the bandage on her forehead back.<
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  She winced and cringed.

  “Sorry, trying to be gentle. It’s not that bad. It’s not bleeding or anything. Your bangs should cover it enough. If not, I can do a silicone patch and blend that with makeup. As for your knees, maybe your thigh highs’ll be enough to mask the bandages.”

  “Makeup? Crazy.” Her nose crinkled. “You know how to do makeup?”

  “At my prodding, my sisters, Kate and Molly, twins three years younger than me, were in plays in grammar school, so, yeah, I can do some. All kinds of braids and hairstyles too. My parents were not … well, so I took care of ’em from age ten on.” That was plenty of the story. She got the gist and I didn’t have to see her cringe or get all teary-eyed at the shitty rest of it. When I added, “Don’t you dare tell anyone. It’ll ruin my rep,” she busted out laughing. Damn. Knew it would sound like a melody. So sweet. And those damn squints were killing me.

  “Yeah, master braider, we wouldn’t wanna do that. I think it’s … nice actually. Totally surprising, but nice that you stepped up. You just don’t seem the type that would know anything about chick stuff.”

  “Oh, I know all the best chick stuff, honey, especially the kind that makes ’em cream and squeal.”

  “Uckkk, can’t you be non-perverted for one minute?”

  “Maybe one. But two’s a stretch.” I winked and she huffed and shook her head. But I could see that sliver of a smile she was trying to hide. “I’ll go over my storyboard and show you what I was thinking in terms of progression and the scenes I wanna shoot. We’ll mainly do positioning and blocking today and work on lifts. I also wanna see how my music inspires you to dance. Maybe we can blend ideas.”

  “Okay. Sounds good.”

  “Hold up. Be right back.” I left her for a minute to get new Band-Aids and anti-bacterial cream from my hall closet. When I came back, I gritted my teeth at the sexy ass pointed my way. She was bent over the table, reaching for the papers I had next to my plate. Damn, that thing, tilted up at one hip, called out for bites and smacks.