Alphas on Top

by Harper Sloan

  “Yeah, Liz came with him so I think he was showing off.” He laughs and I know he’s right. Liz slipped a few days after July was born and said something happened, but never said what it was. When I tried to press her about it, she closed up and turned beet red. After that, they had kind of been avoiding each other but then a few weeks ago, something else happened, and now there is no Trevor without Liz.

  “I'm sure,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But if your brothers are trying to use our daughter to pick up women, I will kick their asses.”

  “I’ll kick their asses,” he says, patting her bottom and he’s not lying. He’s one scary daddy bear. The other day, some woman came up to us and started to put her hand near July, and he freaked out about germs and hand sanitizer. The lady stood there in shock the whole time. Then he walked away, shaking his head, like she was the crazy one.

  “So, should we get ready to take her to Grandma’s?” I ask, excited about a date with my husband. Since July came home two months ago, we haven’t had any time alone, and I was very much looking forward to it. Not that I wanted to be without my daughter, but I was ready to have mommy and daddy time.

  “I already packed everything up,” he says, smirking, and I laugh.

  “Well, I'm going to go shower.”

  “Shower, huh?” he says, and his eyes turn hungry.

  “Yes, shower. You have to watch our daughter so you can’t join me.” I bend over and kiss her head of dark hair, and then kiss my husband and whisper against his lips, “Love you.”

  “Love you more, baby,” he replies.

  “Do you want to go to Nashville and have dinner?” Asher asks from the driver’s seat. We just dropped off July to his mom and dad. We’re kid free for a few hours.

  “Have you ever gone skinny dipping?” I blurt.

  I watch as his dimple appears. “You wanna go skinny dipping, baby?”

  “Maybe,” I say softly. I have always wanted to try it, but since the pool was finished and July was born, there hasn’t been time or the opportunity.

  We pull into our driveway fifteen minutes later, and before Asher can even get his door open, I’m in the house, running across the living room and pulling my dress over my head. Then I dive into the pool in my bra and panties. I surface and watch as Asher takes off his shoes then jeans. He’s going kind of slow so I decide to hurry him along. I unclasp my bra and toss it in his direction. He jumps into the pool with his boxers still on.

  When he surfaces, he’s right in front on me, pulling me under my arms. “If we’re skinny dipping, these are kind of in the way,” he says, running his hands down my waist to the top of my lacy booty panties.

  “Hmm.” I smile.

  Then his hands fist the sides, ripping them off and tossing them out of the pool. “That’s better.” His mouth meets mine and his hand goes between my legs and his fingers hit the perfect spot. My legs wrap around his hips, my arms around his neck, and my head falls back from the stimulation of his fingers. His lips run along my neck, licking and biting their way down to the tops of my breast. He stops and his hand fists my hair, pulling my mouth back to him.

  “You have too many clothes on,” I tell him, trying to shove down his boxers. I finally get them off him, wrapping my fist around him and stroking. I bite my lip when two fingers fill me.

  “Yes.” I moan. My head falls forward into his shoulder then I'm out of the pool, sitting on the edge. His hands are at my inner thighs, spreading my legs wide then his mouth is attacking me. “Oh my God,” I whisper, holding his head to me. Right when I know I'm going to come, he stops and pulls me back into the water, impaling me on him. “Asher!” I scream in shock. I feel myself convulse around him.

  “I love your pussy, baby,” he says against my ear. I whimper as he uses his hands on my ass to slam me down onto him. My hands pull his mouth to mine. The kiss is so hungry that when I feel his teeth bite into my lower lip, I lose it.

  “I'm going to come,” I say against his mouth, and just as I feel myself starting to fall apart, he lifts me off him and turns me around so I have to grab onto the side of the pool. He slams into me from behind, holding onto my hips using the weightlessness of the water to lift me effortlessly. His hands slide from my waist to my chest, and his fingers roll and pinch my nipples. His mouth travels from the back of my neck up to my ear.

  “You’re gonna make me come, baby. Your tight, wet pussy is squeezing me and going to make me come. And when I come, I want you to come with me, so I need you to touch yourself for me.”

  I nod my head. I don’t have the strength to say anything. When my fingers roll over my clit, my head falls back on his shoulder, my mouth finds his, and then I explode. My body is tingling from head to toe. My fingers dig into the wall at the edge of the pool. My orgasm is so huge that I see stars and can’t breathe. I hear Asher groan behind me and I know that he followed me with his own orgasm. “I don’t know how, but I swear your pussy gets sweeter every time I fuck you,” he says in a husky whisper right next to my ear.

  We’re out of the pool lying on one of our loungers. I’m sprawled out on top of Asher and his hand is running up and down my back.

  “I want another baby,” Asher says softly to the top of my head. His hands slowly move up and down.

  “Already?” I ask, not that I’m surprised. He loves our daughter and is amazing with her, but she’s only two months old and I want to enjoy her for a little while longer.

  “I want our kids to be close like me and my brothers. And I also miss you being pregnant.”

  “You miss me complaining about everything, late night store runs, foot massages and my weight gain?” I ask.

  “I never complained, and you already know how I felt about your belly. Something about you waddling around with my baby inside you was fucking sexy.”

  “You’re a strange one, Asher James.”

  “So, what do you say?”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay,” he says, pulling me up his body. “You’re going to give me another baby?”

  “Yes, I'm going to give you another baby.”

  “Well, then,” he smiles, giving me the dimple, “let’s get started,” he says against my mouth.

  And we did get started. It took a few tries, but two months later, I found out I was pregnant. A few months after that, we found out we were having another girl. Five girls later, Asher gave up on his dream of a boy.

  Seventeen years later

  “You listen to me, young lady,” I hear Asher say. “You are not going on a date. You’re only sixteen.”

  “Daddy,” I hear our daughter cry, and I know that she’s giving him the puppy-dog eyes. Each of our five girls perfected the puppy-dog eyes by the time they were old enough to talk.

  I shove my face into my pillow so they can’t hear me laughing through the open door. I keep listening, but all I can hear now is mumbling. This lasts awhile. Then Asher walks into our room, closing the door behind him. His face is blank as he sits down on the bed, takes off his shoes, then stands, and takes his shirt off. After seventeen years, his body is still amazing. He looks at me and I see so much love in his eyes that it’s hard for me to breathe. The pillow is still against my face with my eyes peeking out over the top of it.

  “So, what did you say?” I ask in a muffled voice.

  “She’s going on a date on Friday,” he grumbles and I fall back in bed, laughing so hard that tears are streaming down my face.

  Yes, this is bliss, I think to myself.

  First I want to thank God. Next, I need to thank my husband for being my biggest fan and supporter. Your love and encouragement means the world to me and without you this book would not have been done. To my cookie for always keeping my head in place, I love you like a sister and I’m thankful every day that God brought you into my life and I'm able to watch you grow into the beautiful woman you are becoming. A special thanks to Hot Tree editing, for taking on the task of the mess I called Until November. You’re awesome and I appreciate al
l your hard work. I need to give a special thanks to all my family—adoptive and real—your support means so much. To my mom, you’re the first one who read Until November (even with the sex) and you said I had something, love you. To mommy for telling me that I can do anything that I put my mind to. To every book blog who took a chance on an unknown author you are all amazing. To every reader out there who has been willing to give a new author a chance, thank you so very much from the bottom of my heart. Last but not least, to my Beta Readers Jessica, Carrie, Marta and Laura. Thank you so much for all your involvement in the “Until” Series.

  XOXOXOXOXO

  Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat whose husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration every day. In her free time, she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least, she appreciates every day and admires its beauty.

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  Until November - A NOTE TO MY READERS

  I hope you enjoyed Until November. Please take a moment to leave a review. The next book in the “Until” series will be Until Trevor. Enjoy the first chapter below.

  Bonus Excerpt of Until November

  You have all heard from November what it was like from her point of view the night I found out that she was carrying my child and I asked her to marry me. Well, this is my side of the story.

  I pulled up to the front of my house. Knowing that it was now a home I shared with November only made coming home that much sweeter. I couldn’t believe how much had changed in the short amount of time since I had met her. I’d never known it was possible to have this with a woman. I’d never fully understood exactly what my dad and granddad had been talking about until the day I met November and she changed my life with one look.

  The second I shut off my Jeep, Beast was at my door, his tail wagging back and forth with excitement. “What’s up boy? You been good?” I rubbed his head, pushing him out of the way so I could close the door. I walked up the front porch and opened the door. November was at her normal spot in the kitchen with her Kindle in front of her. A few weeks ago, I had gotten home to find her in bed reading.

  I smiled at the memory. I had walked into the bedroom, seeing November lying on her back on the bed, her face in her Kindle.

  “What are you reading?” I had asked, making her jump. She’d looked so beautiful that I’d climbed onto the bed, up her body, crowding her.

  “What? Nothing.” Her face had turned red, making my eyebrows draw together. Really, what could have embarrassed her so much?

  “Let me see.” I tried to pull the Kindle out of her hand, but she had it in a death grip. So I started tickling her until she released it. Once I got it away from her, I straddled her waist, pinning her in place. Then she covered her face with her hands, making me laugh. “It can’t be that bad, baby.” I started reading, my mind trying to decipher what the shit said. “What the hell is a pearl? And a honeypot?” I asked her.

  “Asher, get off!” she cried out, not taking her hands away from her face, her body bucking against mine.

  I dropped the Kindle to the bed, pulling her hands above her head. “No I'm going to spend some time licking your pearl. Then I'm going to fuck your honeypot,” I said with a straight face, watching her eyes widen.

  I snapped out the memory when I realized that November hadn’t said anything and that I was almost in front of her. “Hey, baby.” I kissed her forehead and looked her over, noticing that she looked pale. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  She jumped off the barstool and ran to the bathroom.

  I looked at where she’d just run to and got worried when I heard her getting sick. I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the cool water before crouching down next to her, lifting her hair out of her face and off her neck, putting the washcloth there.

  “Feel better?” I asked. She nodded but didn’t make eye contact with me, making me worry. “Come shower with me.” I didn’t give her a choice. I picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her into the bathroom.

  I set her on the vanity and turned on the shower. I was going to get her undressed, but she jumped down and started brushing her teeth, so I proceeded to get undressed. I was down to my boxers when she looked at me in the mirror, her eyes filled with worry. I didn’t know what was going on with her, but I sure as fuck didn’t like the distance I felt between us all of a sudden.

  “I’ll be right back,” she told me before quickly leaving the room.

  I suddenly wanted to punch something. I tried to think of what could have happened between our morning goodbye and now, and nothing came to mind. I was standing in front of the mirror when she came back into the bathroom holding a box wrapped in yellow paper. She handed me the box before getting back up on the counter.

  “What is this?” I looked at the box. It wasn’t my birthday or any other special occasion.

  “Just open it.”

  I looked at the box for a second before ripping off the paper and opening the lid. When I looked inside the box, I was confused by the contents. A small, pink kid’s gun and a box of condoms were inside. My mind worked franticly, trying to understand the hidden meaning. Then I got it.

  She was pregnant. Not only that, but she was pregnant with my child. I felt my heart swell with love for her, and my eyes get wet. I lifted my eyes to meet hers and couldn’t believe that this beautiful woman was now carrying my child.

  “Does this mean what I think it means?” I asked, hoping I was right. She nodded, pulling out a test from her back pocket and handing it to me, letting me read the word ‘pregnant’ on the screen. “Fuck,” I whispered, my heart overflowing with love for her.

  A few weeks ago, I had walked into a local jewelry store, I hadn’t known what I was doing there until I had looked in the display of engagement rings and saw one that I knew would look perfect on her finger.

  I heard her say something, but my mind was too busy to catch it. I dropped the test in the box before picking the box up off the counter. I carried it into the closet, putting it up on the shelf for safekeeping. Once I had it tucked away, I went to my dresser drawer, pulling the small ring out of the box and palming it.

  I walked back into the bathroom. My only thought was that I wanted her naked and wearing my ring. I walked in, noticing that she looked upset. I hoped that I would change that quickly. I pulled her shirt off over her head then eased her jeans down her legs, helping her to step out of them.

  “We need to talk,” she whispered.

  I ignore her, pulling her panties and bra off before lifting her onto the vanity. She tried pushing me away from her, but I wasn’t letting that happen.

  “What the heck are you doing?” she asked, shoving me again. I grabbed her hand, slipping the ring onto her finger. “Seriously, you need to stop. We need to talk about this!” she cried, but all I could do was look at my ring, which was now on her finger. The round diamond surrounded by smaller ones was perfect for her.

  “I’ve wanted to see you wearing nothing but my ring since I bought it for you,” I tell her, looking into her beautiful eyes. “Knowing that, like the ring I put on your finger, I'm the only one. The only one who will ever see you in nothing but my ring. The only one who will wake up to your beautiful face every day for the rest of my life. The only one who will make love to you. The only one who will make babies with you.” I felt tears in my eyes when I spoke my last words. “I can’t tell you how hap
py I am that you are carrying my child.” I got closer to her so that we were breathing the same air. “I know that it’s fast, but this is right. We are right. You are the only one for me.”

  I kissed her hard with everything I had. When I pulled away, I laid my forehead against hers. “Tell me that you’ll marry me,” I whispered against her lips.

  “Yes.” She shoved her face into my neck, wrapping herself around me. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

  I picked her up, taking her into the shower with me, taking my time to wash her body and hair. When I carried her back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her, I kneeled in front of where she sat on the bed. I opened her towel, moving my fingers down the sides of her breasts, along her ribs, down to her waist, my thumbs running over her lower stomach. I couldn’t believe my child was growing there, that this was mine.

  “It’s amazing,” I whispered, looking into her eyes, “to know that my purpose in life is sitting in front of me.” I cupped her face, touching my lips to hers before nipping and kissing down her jaw and neck. I ran my fingers under her breasts before running them down her sides, my lips latching onto her nipple and pulling it between my lips before sucking hard. Her body arched back as she moaned. “Soaked,” I told her, my fingers playing between her legs. I loved how responsive she was for me.

  “Asher,” she whimpered.

  I lifted my head from her nipple so I could watch her. I kissed her before pulling her lip into my mouth, scraping my teeth against it. I kissed her nipples then licked down her stomach and around her navel. Before I even got her taste in my mouth, she was opening her legs wider. I smiled as her smell hit me, and I licked her from bottom to top in one long stroke.

  “Jesus, is it possible that you taste sweeter?” I asked her, knowing I would never get my fill of her.

  I plunged two fingers inside her, pulling her clit into my mouth. Her body started to go wild under me. I brought her down slowly before kissing up her body and dragging her up into bed. Once I had her where I wanted her, I palmed my cock, running the head through her slick heat. Her small, soft hand cupped my jaw as I entered her slowly. I closed my eyes against the sensation. Her hips circled and my eyes opened.