Alphas on Top

by Harper Sloan

  After grabbing some blankets and pillows, I made a bed for him on the couch. He never even stirred when I took his shoes off.

  Once I’d gotten him settled, I headed to my room and got changed for bed. I was too tired to wash my make up off or brush my hair, and after throwing on my sleep shirt I crawled into bed. Within moments, I was out like a light.

  It felt like I had just closed my eyes when I woke up to the sound of loud banging at the front door. It was loud, angry and continuous. Squinting at my clock, I saw that it was almost two thirty in the morning.

  Stumbling into the hall, I saw Damien already making his way to the front door. When he swung it open, Dante was standing there. I wondered what the hell he was doing at my house in the middle of the night? That thought was still floating through my mind when I saw his fist connect with Damien’s face.

  Grabbing Damien by the shirt, he pulled him forward so that they were nose to nose. “FUCK, Damien! Fuck! How could you? How could you do this to me? You had to know that I wouldn’t care about anyone you fucked as long as it wasn’t Sabrina. But you did it anyway. WHY? Why would you do this?”

  I hauled ass down the hallway, desperate to make the insanity stop. “Stop! Stop! Jesus Christ, stop!”

  The two of them were glaring at each other, Dante’s eyes almost black with rage. Damien shoved Dante back and yelled back at him, “You stupid asshole, get the fuck off me!”

  I needed them to stop, before someone got seriously hurt. Jumping between them and holding my hands up, I pushed them apart from each other. “STOP! Right now. You stop this shit!”

  Turning to Dante I snapped, “Close the door before one of my neighbors calls the cops.” Glaring at me, he kicked the door shut behind him. It was a total asshole move, and completely out of character for him.

  I glared right back at him as I jabbed his chest with my index finger. “What. The. Hell. Is. Your. Problem?”

  His eyes were full of anger as he glared at me. “What's my problem? Good lord that is rich, Sabrina. LOOK AT YOU! That’s what my fucking problem is. You’re half naked! Clearly I just interrupted whatever you two were doing in the bedroom. My brother, who was one of the two men in the world I knew had my back, just violated my trust by fucking the only woman I’ve ever cared about. I trusted my brother with my life, and this is what he did. And you know what? I fucking trusted you too, and I let my guard down. But you’re just like every other goddamn woman. You must have laughed and laughed at how you fooled me.”

  Before I even knew I was going to do it, I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. “You stupid asshole, I most certainly am NOT having sex with your brother.”

  Damien moved behind me, and I knew he was gearing up to start something. Turning, I put my hand over his mouth. “You shut the hell up, Damien. This is between Dante and me. I know you’re pissed, but you can deal with him when I’m done.”

  Whipping my head back, I glared at Dante, the imprint of my hand quite clear on his face. Jabbing my finger against his chest, I went off. “This is the second time you have immediately jumped to the worst conclusion where I’m concerned. If you don’t know me well enough to know I would never do something like this, you’re a fucking idiot.”

  “What am I supposed to think, Sabrina? I ran into the girls as I was leaving the club tonight. They told me that you two left very abruptly. I called Damien a dozen times to check if everything was okay and I got no answer. I went to his house, only to find he wasn’t there. I fucking panicked thinking something terrible happened to you. I was half out of my fucking mind. Imagine my surprise to get here and find his car in your driveway, and all the house lights out. It’s after two in the morning, and you’ve clearly just come from your bed. You’re only wearing a t-shirt. You aren’t drunk or sick, and this asshole is still fucking here! His clothes are a rumpled mess, like he just put them back on. What kind of a women fucks two brothers?”

  Like a shot, Damien had me pushed out of the way before his fist slammed into Dante’s face. “How fucking dare you, you piece of shit! This whole night is your fault. You know WHY we left the club early, asshole? Can you guess? It wasn’t because I wanted to bring her home to fuck, you piece of shit. We left because she looked like she was going to die when she saw you and the fuck bot of the week putting on a make out show for everyone to see in the VIP section. I didn’t fuck her. She wouldn’t do that and neither would I. She’s like a sister to me you idiot!”

  Shaking my head, I pushed Damien back. “Enough! I can’t have the two of you fighting over me, especially for bullshit reasons. Calm down.”

  Dante was ashen, his eyes burning into mine. “No! Sabrina. Fuck no! I wasn’t making out with her. I swear to god I wasn’t. I was at the club with one of my friends from college, and he brought along two girls. The one that was interested in me was on me like a cheap suit all night. Yes, she kissed me. I didn’t kiss her back. She climbed up onto my lap and had her tongue in my mouth in the blink of an eye. I pushed her away, and that was that. She left in a huff, and I never plan to see her again. She was awful.”

  I shook my head and frowned. As relieved as I was to hear that it wasn’t what I thought it was, I was horrified that any of this had happened.

  “Then you and I both jumped to conclusions tonight. But you should never question your faith in your brother. He wouldn’t do something like that, and neither would I.”

  Gesturing at my couch, I pointed to the blanket and pillows where Damien had been sleeping. “He brought me home, we talked for an hour or so, and he fell asleep. I’m wearing a sleep shirt Dante. Not a negligee. I was back in my bedroom sleeping ALONE. The only man that has ever been with me in that bed is you. The only Hart brother that I’ll ever have made love with in my entire life is you.”

  All the fight was gone from him and he looked sick.

  “Fuck. I’ve certainly made a mess of this. You don’t deserve this, Rina. I’m beyond sorry. I’m fucking mortified.”

  Turning to Damien, he stared at him in silence for a minute. I could see that he was struggling to find the words.

  “Damien, I lost my mind. I have no excuse. You’ve never done anything that should have made me question you. I know who you are, and I know you would never do something like this. All this craziness… it’s my shit.”

  Damien stepped forward and pulled him in for a hug. “It’s ok, Dante. It’s ok. I’ve… very recently been told that we both always think the worst, not that it’s a surprise with the way we were raised. I’d probably have done the same if I were in your shoes. It isn’t just your shit. It’s our shit. But you need to know, I’d never do that to you, and neither would Rina. She’s the real thing bro, absolutely nothing like any woman we’ve ever known, aside from Sandra or the girls. You already know that in your heart, or she would never have been invited to a family dinner, much less become part of our family. Think about that.”

  Letting Dante go, Damien turned and wrapped me in an enormous hug. “Thanks for everything, Sabrina. What you said… I’ll never forget it.” Leaning in closer he whispered in my ear, “If you can deal with his issues, give him a chance. No matter what happens, I support you and will always consider you family.”

  When he pulled back, he gave me a wink and kissed my forehead. “I love you, Sabrina. Thank you for being… you.”

  Turning back to his brother, he gave him a hard stare. “I’m out of here. Dante, you need to talk to her. I’m giving you fair warning though. If you upset her, you and I are actually going to have a real problem. Not a misunderstanding, a real problem. She doesn’t deserve to be treated like shit.”

  Nodding at his brother, Dante said, "I know."

  Opening the door, Damien turned around and looked at Dante and me. “You know, I genuinely love you both. I hope you can figure this out.”

  With that, he closed the door, leaving Dante and I alone.

  We stared at each other in silence, the seconds ticking by. I didn’t even know what to say anymore. T
he whole night had been an enormous mess, and I didn't like anything that had happened. I was shocked when he took a few steps forward and grabbed me, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me so tightly I could barely breathe.

  He wasn't saying anything, so neither did I. He relaxed his hold just enough that I could breathe, but he didn’t seem to have words either. Unfortunately, the longer I was in his embrace, the more aroused I became. I was totally engulfed by his scent, the beating of his heart and the feeling of the muscles in his arms and chest. I’d missed him so much that it was painful.

  I shifted uncomfortably, trying to curb the need to have him on me and inside of me. It was like a current and there were butterflies in my stomach as my sex got wetter by the second. I couldn’t help but clench my inner muscles in an attempt to give myself some relief. Of course that didn’t work, if anything it made it worse.

  Putting my hand on his chest, I gently pushed him back. I was about to tell him that I literally needed space when he captured my head between his hands. I knew the intense look he was giving me, knew what he was going to do. The desire to be with me was written all over his face. I watched as his head ever so slowly descended toward mine. I realized that he was giving me a chance to back away, but I wanted him far too much to take the out.

  Grabbing his head in my hands, I pulled him the rest of the way toward me, moaning in relief as his mouth covered mine and our tongues met. I got lost in the taste of his mouth, the glide and thrust of his tongue, the sensation of his hands in my hair. I'd missed him desperately, and being able to touch him was like finding a water fountain in the desert.

  I could feel his arousal pressing against my belly and I shivered in response as heat coursed through my body. Rubbing against him, I tried to get closer, groaning when it did nothing to lessen the ache.

  Without abandoning my mouth, he put his hands on my ass and lifted me up. I moaned my appreciation as I wrapped my legs around him while simultaneously rubbing against his erection. Even through my underwear and his clothes, it made me hot. Hands still splayed on my ass, he pulled me harder into his erection and ground himself against me. It was like heaven and hell, all at the same time. I let out a whimper as my sex contracted.

  He repeated the motion several times, and each time my heart beat faster, and my sex pulsed harder. Pulling my mouth from his, I opened the first few buttons of his shirt. Grabbing his head, I pulled it open so that I could have access to his neck. Every time he rubbed against my panties I nibbled and sucked a spot on his neck.

  “Fuck, baby. Fuck! God, Sabrina... I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait. I can’t.”

  Growling, I bit his neck, and then licked it again. I felt him start to move, and within seconds, we were across the room.

  Dropping down on the couch, he freed his erection from his pants before lifting me up so that my knees were on either side of his legs. Pushing my thong aside, he placed his cock at my incredibly wet entrance and stilled.

  My eyes snapped open to see what was causing the delay, only to find him staring at me. “Rina, look at me. I need to see your eyes.”

  I nodded my head in understanding and locked eyes with him as he filled me in one hard thrust. It felt like all of the air left my body when he surged into me.

  I quivered and shook on top of him, struggling to adjust to the invasion. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, and it took effort not to close my eyes and revel in the sensation. The added intensity of looking into his eyes was almost too much.

  Dante arched his back too, but managed to maintain eye contact. “God, Sabrina... There’s this feeling I get when I slip inside you. So good.”

  I wiggled on top of him, trying hard to ease the growing insanity that was taking over my core. “I feel it too,” I said with a moan.

  Sitting up straight so that we were nose to nose, he whipped my shirt over my head, throwing it across the room. The feeling of the central air on my overheated and super sensitized nipples was almost my undoing. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I savored the feeling of him deep inside of me. Bringing my head forward, I started licking and nipping at his lips in time with his gentle thrusts.

  Within minutes, the need to come was completely overwhelming me. I was on fire inside, and I needed some relief before I lost my mind. Arching, I placed my hands behind my back on his knees, giving him a better view of my jiggling breasts as I rode him.

  The sight clearly turned him on, and he gripped my hips harder, lifting me up and down faster and faster. The friction was so hot, so intense, that it was all I could do not to scream.

  “Do you feel that, Sabrina? Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

  His hands were like steel bars on my hips now, the frantic pace so hard and fast, it was a wonder we didn’t catch on fire.

  “Come for me. I need to see it.”

  That’s all it took to hurtle me over the edge. I erupted with an explosion of moans, shaking and shivering as he continued thrusting inside of me.

  I was gasping for air and seeing stars as I rode my way through it… I'd needed him so badly, but the whole thing was overwhelming. His breathing was choppy as trickles of sweat came running down his face, and I watched as a fought to control himself. His eyes were wide with pure unadulterated lust and I clenched around him again and again in ecstasy.

  His thrusting slowed to a stop as my orgasm came to an end. Lifting me off of his lap, he set about taking his clothes off. I'd missed his body so much that seeing it again brought a tear to my eye. He was so fucking beautiful that it melted me like butter.

  Once he was naked, Dante lifted me back into his arms and slid his cock back into me as he walked us down the hall toward my room. I was so ready to go again, the first orgasm barely slaked the need that was rolling through my body. Stepping into my bedroom, he closed the door behind us before pressing me up against the wall next to the door as he started thrusting again.

  I loved the position, my legs wrapped around his waist, hands clasped behind his shoulders. I loved being closer than close to him, my breasts rubbing against his chest with each up and down movement. There was nowhere to go when he was in me like that, and I reveled in it.

  Slipping one hand down between my slick folds, he touched my clit and then started to rub in circular motions. The feeling of my nipples rubbing against his chest, his fingers on my clit and his rock hard cock sliding in and out of me sent me headfirst into another explosive orgasm.

  He shouted, "Fuck, baby, FUCK" as he continued to hammer into me, yelling out as he followed me into the abyss, filling me with his hot seed.

  When we could breathe, he walked me across the room and laid me down on my bed. I groaned when he slipped from me. I felt it differently than I ever had, like this time he was really pulling away. After kissing the tip of my nose, he wandered into the bathroom.

  He took my breath away, but I felt the shift, which meant that I was frustrated and anxious. I closed my eyes and groaned, trying to catch my breath, knowing that I needed to pull myself together because, in reality, nothing had changed. We were still stalled in the same spot. I loved him, but he wouldn’t commit. He wanted me very much. That much was obvious. But he was too trapped in his box, too scared to change. He needed to want to change, because I couldn't force him.

  After being enlightened by Damien, I understood what Dante’s issues were and I empathized, but only to a certain extent. The fact remained that I wouldn't make it okay for Dante to run from me and then come back again and again because he couldn’t stay away. I wasn't going to accept being the little woman who pretended to understand and not resent the lack of any real commitment. I hadn’t been able to tell my friends about Dante or, more importantly, my sister. I realized that I’d been avoiding spending too much time with Brooke lately because she was smart and would have figured out that I’d been hiding something. It was unbearably sad to admit to myself that I’d had so little hope for a future with him that I’d chosen to hide my love from everyone but m
yself.

  After returning from the bathroom, Dante gave me a tight smile as he sat on the bed next to me. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up when I saw that the smile didn't reach his eyes. Just as I feared, he was mentally running away again.

  “Sabrina. I’m sorry about all this. I know I’m acting like an asshole and sending mixed signals all over the place like a complete idiot. I don’t want to, but I can’t seem to help it. I'm weak where you’re concerned. That doesn't make it right, but it's the truth.”

  I nodded at him and shrugged, the lump in my throat leaving me unable to speak.

  “I think you know… this can’t change anything. I genuinely care about you, Rina. But this is all I’ve got to offer.”

  As he spoke, I fortified myself, my decision firming up in my mind.

  “I know, Dante. I knew when you sat down on the bed that you were struggling. This is the end of the road for me. I need you to get dressed and leave. This can never happen again.”

  With each word, I could see the wind being knocked out of him. I almost hated him in that moment for being such a coward that he couldn’t see what he was denying us both.

  Nodding stiffly, he stood and made his way down the hall. Grabbing my robe from the bathroom, I followed a moment later, giving him enough time to finish dressing.

  I found him standing in the living room looking uncomfortable and confused. When he opened his mouth to speak, I raised my hand and shushed him.

  "Don't speak, just go. We’re never talking about any of this again. Not ever. I need space from you, so I won’t be coming in for at least the next two weeks. If I think I can deal with working with you, I’ll come back. If not, I will let you know so you can look for a new assistant.”

  His jaw was all but on the floor, his eyes wide with shock. He looked caught off guard, and I wanted to smack him. Did he really think I was going to continue working in misery? He might be too afraid to change, but I wasn't going to spend my life in being unhappy.