7 Degrees of Alpha: a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances

by Allen, Sara

"Lisa, can you get Jack Storm on the line, please?”

  "Yes, sir."

  A few minutes later, the phone rang in his office.

  "Creed," he announced as he answered.

  "Please hold for Mr. Storm," a female voice instructed.

  Victor was placed on hold for at least three minutes. He drummed his fingers on his desk and waited, not so patiently, for Jack to come to the phone.

  "Governor, how are you?" Jack's voiced boomed through the line.

  "Things could be better, but I'm getting it together."

  "Yeah, I get that."

  "You know only Jack Storm would have the balls to leave the governor of Illinois on hold," Victor chuckled.

  "Sorry, I was in the middle of making that million dollars that you're gonna need for your re-election campaign."

  "Speaking of that... I just wanted to make sure that the recent media coverage hasn't cost me your support."

  "She married, Victor?" he asked without mincing words.

  "No, divorced. She's been divorced for years. The story is pure bullshit."

  "Then you can count on my support."

  Losing Jack's financial support would be detrimental to Victor's re-election campaign. Attempting to hide the relief in his voice, Victor replied, "Thanks, Jack.”

  "Now, Governor Creed, can I count on your support?"

  "And what does that entail?" Victor asked cautiously.

  "Well, as you know, my wife hosts an annual benefit to raise money for Sickle Cell Anemia. If the governor could attend and say a few words, it would do wonders for spreading awareness and raising funds for the charity."

  "I'd be happy to make an appearance and say a few words."

  "That would be most appreciated, Governor. Victoria will be ecstatic. And you know what they say...’happy wife, happy life.’”

  "Yeah, that's what they say," Victor chuckled. "I gotta take this call. Send me the info."

  "It's on the way."

  "Very good. We'll talk later."

  "Later," Jack said before ending the call.

  Victor stared at the phone, fully aware that he was just blackmailed by the billionaire. But Victor didn't care because all he could think of was Taylor. She couldn't have been happy with being attacked by the media solely based of her association with him. It was Tuesday, and he hadn't seen her since Saturday morning. He was still in Springfield, and although he was missing her, he found a strange comfort in knowing that she was sleeping in his bed every night. And even though they talked on the phone and through FaceTime throughout the entire weekend, it wasn't the same as having her in his arms or spooning her at night.

  Admittedly, Victor was more than a little concerned about her returning to work. She'd told him that she'd spent the entire shift at police headquarters being questioned by Internal Affairs about the shooting. She assured him that she was represented by counsel and all had gone well. But tonight she was to return to the street, so Victor made arrangements to be back in Chicago in case she needed him. Though Taylor kept up a brave front, he knew that she was nervous about returning to the district.

  A knock and the opening of the door shifted his focus from Taylor to Lisa, who was hurrying to his desk.

  "What is it?"

  "The paper, sir," Lisa responded, smiling.

  She sat the paper on his desk and left. Victor looked at the headline. It read: GOVERNOR'S GIRLFRIEND NOT MARRIED.

  Victor read the article. It described Taylor as a smart, beautiful, tough, decorated female cop. It went on to say that, according to sources close to the governor, he was totally smitten and he hadn't been as happy since before he lost his wife. The article had definitely painted a different picture of Taylor, and instead of a paparazzi photo like the last article, the paper used her official police photo. She was smiling beautifully and wearing her dress uniform. Her thick curly hair was in a tight bun in the back of her head.

  She’s so gorgeous, he thought as he reached for his phone.

  "Yes, Governor?" Lisa answered.

  "Send Renee Griffin a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. I heard somewhere that that was her favorite."

  "Yes, sir," she responded. Victor could hear the smile in her voice.

  Renee had fixed Kara's mess, and he was grateful. But in the back of his mind, he knew that it wasn't going to be the last time that Taylor's name would be in the newspaper.

  Taylor

  Taylor managed to get through roll call without any of the typical snide comments about her being a rat. She and Maria had gotten a few strange looks when they entered the station, but no one confronted them. Taylor leaned against the wall and waited as Maria signed out their radios and car keys.

  "Hey, Taylor," a voice called from behind.

  Taylor, recognizing the voice, turned around to see Candace Wallace walking out of the locker room.

  "Hey, Candace. Wassup?"

  Candace was a pretty, blonde, and well liked officer that Taylor had met in the police academy. She worked the day shift, and she was getting off. She was still wearing her uniform, but she'd thrown a White Sox jersey over her uniform shirt.

  "Not too much. Same ‘ol shit. It's hot, it's Chicago, so it's busy. We had three shootings in Roseland and one in Morgan Park. And, hell, that's only the South Side. I don't even wanna know what went down out west."

  "Lord," Taylor said, shaking her head.

  Candace moved closer to Taylor. Lowering her voice, she asked, "Did you know that Gore was stripped of his police powers yesterday?"

  "Naw. I hadn't heard."

  "Girl, he went kicking and screaming."

  "I bet."

  "Yeah, but his partner's been talking big shit about you and Maria to anybody that'll listen; making all kinds of threats," she said with a frown.

  "That asshole is barely off of probation. He don't wanna mess with me. Girl, he saw his partner gun that boy down for no reason and outright lied about. It's only a matter of time before they strip his ass too."

  "Just watch your back and be careful out there," Candace warned.

  Taylor smiled at her concern. "Yes, ma'am," she responded.

  "Alright," Candace said with a nod. "I'll see you later."

  Taylor watched Candace until she disappeared around the corner.

  "Wassup there?" Maria asked, handing her a radio.

  "Jim got stripped and his partner is talking shit."

  "Girl, ain’t nobody thinking about his little punk ass. Come on; let's hit the street before they call our asses."

  Taylor stuffed the radio in the holder and snapped the microphone to her shoulder. She followed Maria out of the back door. They walked through a sea of squad cars until they found the one that was assigned to them. Maria tossed Taylor the keys and walked around to the passenger side.

  "What are we having for lunch today?" Taylor asked as she unlocked the door.

  "Mexican," Maria responded. "We're going to my house for lunch."

  "Yay!" Taylor squealed, hopping into the driver's seat.

  But the tiny bit of excitement that she was experiencing disappeared at the site of a large dead rat hanging from the rear view mirror. Maria screamed in horror and jumped from the vehicle, but Taylor remained. She wasn't horrified; she was furious. She pulled a pair of latex gloves out of her pocket, put them on, and detached the rat from the rear view mirror.

  "What the hell are you doing," Maria asked when Taylor walked around the car carrying the large rat.

  Taylor ignored her and marched back to the station. She walked in the back door and hurled the rodent into the station. The flying rat bounced when it hit the floor, and then slid across the linoleum. Female, as well as male police officers, leaped, screaming hysterically, trying to avoid the rat.

  "IF ANYBODY GOT SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME, SAY IT TO MY FUCKING FACE!" Taylor shouted before storming out of the station.

  CHAPTER 17

  Taylor

  Taylor relaxed against the pillow and moaned at the exquisite pleasure she was getti
ng from the Victor's expert fingers. After the day she had, he was trying to alleviate her tension with a foot massage.

  "It drives me crazy when you make those noises," he said in a seductive tone.

  "Go crazy, baby," she teased.

  Victor stood from his seated position at the foot of Taylor's bed and climbed over her. "You talked me into it," he said with a sexy smirk.

  Taylor's giggle was cut short when his full lips connected to hers. She loved his lips. With them, he had loved every inch of her body. The way he kissed her was mind blowing. Taylor melted against the pillow, putting all of her concerns about work on the back burner and allowed him to take her to a better place.

  Victor severed their connection, just long enough to shed them both of their clothing and grab a golden packet. But within a matter of seconds, their lips were fused together once again. He nudged her legs apart with his feet and massaged her engorged clit. Taylor’s breath hitched as he ignited a bundle of nerves. He began to place light kisses down her neck, then her chest, until he latched onto her nipple. The synchronous stimulation of her clit and nipple was driving Taylor to the brink of madness.

  "Umm hmm… Yes," she groaned.

  Taylor drove herself against his talented fingers until she completely shattered. She took a few seconds to recover before pushing Victor to his back. She mounted him and stared down at his beautiful green eyes, his perfectly sculpted torso, and then his big back-breaking dick and whispered, "Damn,” mainly to herself.

  He smiled, exposing a beautiful set of dimples. Wanting to consume every bit of him, she lowered herself and licked his hard dick before inserting it into her mouth. She gently massaged his balls, sealed her lips around his shaft, and sucked his dick rhythmically slow.

  "Damn, sweetness," he moaned. "So good, baby."

  His moans became louder and the muscles in his thighs tensed. Victor's demeanor changed. He grabbed two fistfuls of Taylor's hair and aggressively guided her up and down on his dick.

  "Yeah, baby!" he growled loudly, pushing harder and deeper.

  To Taylor, Victor's aggression was a major turn-on. She found herself moaning and groaning along with him. She mimicked the movement of her lips and roughly stroked his dick, earning a fierce growl.

  Victor released her hair and grabbed her head, stilling her movement.

  "Babe, you're gonna make me cum," he warned.

  "I want you to."

  "Not this time, baby," he said, pulling her to straddle him.

  "No, baby, I'm fucking you tonight. I wanna be inside of you, wanna feel your heat wrapped around my cock, wanna hear and feel the wetness of your tight pussy."

  He raised her enough to slide inside. Taylor held her breath as she stretched to accommodate his size. Once completely impaled, she was able to exhale. Victor's hands moved to her hips, and Taylor began to ride. She rose and fell on his dick, savoring every inch of him. They fell into a synchronized push and pull that had Taylor panting uncontrollably. Victor tightened his grip on her hips and drove deeper and deeper, causing Taylor to cry out in ecstasy.

  "Ohhhh! Ohhhh... Gotdamn... Yesss! I'm cumming, Victor!" she screamed as she erupted.

  On the verge of collapsing, her hands fell to the pillow. He grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her mouth to his. Taylor caressed his tongue with her own, moaning into his mouth as he fucked her from below. She was already climbing toward another orgasm. Victor palmed both of her breasts and toyed with her nipples, prompting Taylor to ride harder. She slammed herself down on his dick, over and over, until her own sweat was running down her back.

  Tearing his mouth away from hers, Victor began sucking and licking her tits, alternating between both.

  "Victor, baby, your dick is so fucking good to me," Taylor purred. "So fucking good."

  "That's because this is my pussy, sweetness," he growled, before flipping her over on her back.

  "This pussy belongs to me. Doesn't it, Taylor?" he grunted.

  "Yes, baby," Taylor admitted.

  He climbed on top and entered her quickly, positioning both of her legs over his shoulders, and the pounding commenced. Victor knew exactly how to do her; when to make love to her, and when to fuck the stress out of her. He always seemed to know what she needed, and he always gave it to her.

  His thrusts frenzied.

  "Dammit, baby! I'm... cu-cumming," he choked.

  He slammed into her one last time and stilled. Taylor could actually feel his dick pulsing hot cum into her.

  ***************

  Taylor was relaxing against Victor's chest, realizing that there was no place else that she'd rather be; not just at his penthouse, but in his arms. She rubbed the soft hairs on his chest as his fingers roamed through her hair.

  "What is it with you and my hair?" she asked, breaking the silence in the room.

  "What do you mean?"

  "You know what I mean. You're always asking me to take it out of the ponytail, and you're always playing in it."

  "I just really like it. It's different," he admitted.

  Taylor was puzzled. "Different? Victor, you've been with Black women before."

  "Yes, and, like I said, your hair is different."

  "How?"

  "Well, it's big, and well... um... feral. Sometimes, when your hair is free, you remind me of a sexier version of Pam Grier."

  Taylor broke out laughing. "Victor, you got a thing for Pam Grier?"

  "Shit, didn't everyone?" he chuckled.

  "Yeah, Black men."

  "Taylor, baby, if you think that, you're bat shit crazy," he quipped.

  Of course Taylor was only teasing. She was well aware that a photo of Pam Grier was damn near every man's masturbation material, Black or White.

  "So, baby, what you do think about going on our first public outing?" he asked, changing the subject.

  "Huh?"

  "I have to attend a charity event next week, and I'd like you to accompany me."

  "What kind of charity even?"

  "It's a black tie ball for Sickle Cell."

  "Victoria's thing?" Taylor asked.

  "That's right, you do know Victoria Storm. I almost forgot. Yes, it's her event. Her husband blackmailed me into speaking."

  "Sounds like the perfect man for Victoria. She hounded me for weeks to stand in one of her bachelorette auctions one year."

  "And you did it?"

  "Hell yeah," she chuckled. "There ain't no telling Victoria Storm no."

  "Is that so?" he asked, amused that anyone can force Taylor into doing something she didn't want to do.

  "Yep. That was when she met her husband. He bid a million dollars for one date with her. At least I think that's how they met. Can you believe that?"

  "I can," he responded, kissing the top of her head. "There's no way that I'd let someone outbid me for you."

  "Ha," she joked. "What if it was Jack? He's a damn billionaire."

  "Taylor, I'm not exactly poor. I would probably be a formidable opponent against Jack Storm in a bidding war. And if his bid was too high for me to beat, I'd hit my brothers up for loot. And if that didn't work, I'd just shoot him."

  Taylor giggled and playfully slapped his chest.

  "Babe?"

  "Hmm?"

  "Why don't you ever talk about your wife?" she asked, totally changing the subject.

  "Why don't you ever talk about your husband?" he asked, redirecting the question.

  "I got married. I got divorced. End of story."

  "I got married. She died. End of story."

  She huffed, as if his reply wasn't as evasive as her own. "Victor, do you want us to know each other for real?"

  "I do, Sweetness."

  Taylor's eyes narrowed as she studied him. His answer was short, but he seemed sincere.

  "I have an idea," he added.

  "Why don't we take a road trip? My brothers are flying in in a few weeks. My family has a lake house in Benton Harbor, Michigan. They've planned a family getaway. It's a couple hou
r’s drive, so we can talk about all the stuff that we’ ve never talked about."

  Taylor couldn't hide her surprise. "You want me to meet your family?"

  "Yes, of course. Taylor, you’re the woman in my life. I never thought I'd feel like this, but, I want my brothers to get on your nerves, just like they get on mine, and I want my mother to gossip and share old recipes with you."

  Taylor climbed on top of his big body. "Damn, I'm really in a relationship with the governor, huh?"

  "Yeah, sweetness. You're the governor's lady," he confirmed with a kiss to her lips. "The time for hiding is over. You're mine, and I want the world to know."

  "Why?" she asked.

  "It's simple, really. I don't want any other asshole thinking for one minute that he can have you. That ass is mine," he responded with a sexy smirk.

  "Well, you are now in possession of a whole lot of ass," she joked, cuffing her own behind.

  Covering her hands with his, he confirmed, “That I am.”

  CHAPTER 18

  Taylor

  Taylor stood in front of the garage as the door raised and waited for her baby to come into view; her black and yellow Ducati Monster. It was warm out, but not too hot, a perfect day for riding.

  She walked her bike out of the garage and closed the garage door. Taylor adjusted her leather shin guard and threw her leg over the bike. When she kicked the motor, she could instantly feel the powerful hum between her thighs. The vibrations were exhilarating. She slid her helmet over her head and eased out her driveway.

  Once on the street, she kicked it up a couple of gears and picked up speed. While riding through street traffic, Taylor kept a moderate speed. But when she hit the expressway, she was able to open it up and truly ride the Monster. She weaved between the cars until she made it downtown.

  It was lunchtime and there was a lot of traffic downtown. She was meeting Victor at his apartment for lunch, and she arrived just as he was. He exited the back seat of a dark SUV in a crisp black suit. His thick dark hair was blowing in the wind, and his beautiful green eyes were covered by dark shades. Victor exuded nothing but power and masculinity. Everything about him screamed “MAN.” He was a sight to see.