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

by Allen, Sara

  The conversation had dwindled and Craig was just looking at Serenity.

  She asked, “What are you thinking about?”

  Tilting his head and narrowing his eyes he told her, “You. Naked. Wet. Shaking and moaning.”

  Hearing his words, Serenity had to squeeze her thighs together because she got wet, immediately. “Well, let’s take this party to the Jacuzzi,” she said.

  He was on his feet before she was and once again, he offered his hand. She accepted his help up and noticed the tension in the room had gotten thick. That wasn’t the only thing she noticed was thick. If the bulge in his pants was any indication, he was ready to do more than soak in the hot tub.

  She shivered. She started having second thoughts. This was a great big man, and they were far from hollering distance.

  It was almost as if he sensed her hesitation. He rubbed her hands with his thumbs and said, “I’m shaking too.” He held his hand in front of her face and she saw the tiniest tremor.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Because I’ve spent the better part of the day controlling myself, and now the chance I’ll get to touch you all over is getting closer. I’m going to make you feel so good. It’s going to be explosive. Look at us. My dick is hard, and so are your nipples. We’re both trembling and our breathing is shallow. This energy is powerful as hell. I can’t wait to see what happens when we finally touch.”

  Just like that, his words reassured her. This man wasn’t going to hurt her. He had plans to make her feel good and had been thinking about it all day just like she had. “Follow me,” she said.

  He followed her to the counter where she refilled their glasses. Then they walked out to the tiny patio off the main room and Serenity put her hand in the water. “It’s warm,” she said. Then with absolutely no hesitation, she pulled the maxi dress up and over her head, climbed the side steps, and slid into the water. As soon as she was settled, she picked her wine up from the side and said, “Well, Craig, I’m naked and wet. You better get in here so we can get to the rest of what it was you were thinking about.”

  Craig stripped out of his clothing faster than he ever had in life. Sometimes, the Universe sent you a gift. He damn near had a heart attack when she took her dress off. She had been naked under there!

  Serenity had already decided she was going to fuck this man, so there was no point in her pretending she wasn’t. As soon as she saw he was getting undressed, she put her wine glass down. By the time he was in the water, she was standing in front of him. There was no hesitation. He took her by the back of her neck and kissed her lips like the secrets of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness were kept there. Serenity opened her mouth and welcomed his invading tongue. She sucked it and nibbled on his lips. She hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t even sitting. She was mostly out of the water. He had one hand on her ass squeezing it. He had pulled her against his body, and she could feel his chest and stomach hair tickling her skin. His dick was hard and throbbing against her belly. It felt hot, long, and thick. Her pussy clenched and rained down juices that would make it easy for him to slide right inside her. A gentle breeze blew through the night, and she shivered.

  Serenity was straddling his lap and still lost in the maze of kisses he was showering on her neck, across her face, and chest when he said something. She heard him, she but didn’t understand.

  “What?”

  “Little Bit, are you cold?”

  Serenity felt confused. Cold? Her whole body was suffused with heat. The skin on her scalp was tight from the grip he had on her hair. His big hands seemed to be everywhere at the same time. His arms and chest were throwing off heat like a fucking furnace. Cold?

  “No, no, I’m not,” she said in a tiny bit of a daze as he sucked her nipples alternately. Then she jerked when he bit down just enough to let her know he was planning to devour her.

  “You sure? You’re shaking,” he said in a voice low enough to be categorized as a growl.

  In that moment, Serenity remembered something her big sister once said to her. Oh, to be in the hands of a hungry man! She was there. She was absolutely there. He sounded hungry. She shivered again.

  “It’s not cold. It’s you,” she said as she struggled to get her wits about her. She opened her eyes. The dark sky and sly crescent moon didn’t even have the decency to look away. At least the stars twinkled in an effort to show they were only watching because they had to. The trees rustling in the breeze provided the music. Then she looked at him. His green eyes stared intently into hers.

  He pulled her closer and said, “You. Naked. Wet. Shaking. Now, I want to hear you moan.”

  A minute later, she was moaning. He had her sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, tits to the wind, legs wide open, two fingers in her pussy, and his tongue on her clit. He worked the shit out of her pussy. He had his fingers curved, looking for the elusive g-spot. He was fingering her like there was gold to be found and retrieved. His tongue was busier than his fingers.

  He alternated between sucking her clit and licking it. Then to test her readiness, he tried to insert a third finger. He could tell it was a bit of a tight fit, but he knew just what to do about that. He applied a bit more pressure to her clit with his tongue. With his left hand, he reached up and started plucking her nipple. It was too much. Serenity felt her legs shaking and her stomach jumping. For a second she thought she was going to pee. That was how out of control she felt. Then her orgasm hit like a fully loaded eighteen-wheeler with no brakes. She moaned, groaned, shouted and begged.

  “Please. Stop! I can’t! Don’t! Don’t! Shit! Oh fuck me, please! Shit! Shit! Oh fuck me, please! ”

  Just like that, the pussy loosened right up, her legs were shaking, and her arms got weak. Before she knew what happened, Craig had flipped her over and was standing behind her. She saw him reach for one of the condoms he had placed on the ledge when he got undressed. The Jacuzzi whirred, and the wind rustled the trees. Her whole body continued shaking, and less than forty-five seconds afterwards, she was being flipped over. Craig was holding her left shoulder and right hip, and serving her dick with authority.

  “Oooh!” she shouted. Mouth open and eyes wide, she looked over her shoulder.

  Fully seated in her, Craig paused. “You okay?” he asked.

  With a look of alarm, she said, “Give me a second. It’s too much. I need a minute.”

  Smiling, he assured, “Little Bit, you can take it. You‘re good and ready. See?” he said and then he deep stroked her.

  This time when she said, “Oooh,” there was a lot less alarm and a lot more moan. He did it again. And again. And again. And he kept on hitting her pussy like he owned it and was mad it had been away from home. He slid his hand down her hip and lifted her leg to give himself some more room.

  Serenity was grateful for yoga. If she had only known downward facing dog with stacked hips was preparation for this, she would have practiced more often! Now, he had her where he wanted her. He went to work in the pussy. The strokes were faster and harder and she was keeping up with him. Every time he hit it, she was bouncing off and coming right back with a power back stroke. They were both sweating and straining. Serenity had a death grip on the wooden hand rails and was feeling like a dandelion in a high wind. She was light, free, and flying!

  “You’re so strong,” she said.

  He chuckled and decided to show off a little. He moved his left hand from her shoulder down to her left thigh and picked up that leg too! This man literally had her ass in the air.

  “Open your legs wider,” he said.

  Gasping for air, she did and then he just kept hitting the bottom of her pussy.

  “Give it to me,” he commanded. “Give it to me!” He put one of her legs down and with his now free hand, smacked her ass. “Cum on this dick!”

  She came and screamed a bunch of gibberish loudly. He dropped her other leg and pulled her up so she was practically sitting on his lap. He pounded her pussy until he finished, swearing, jerki
ng and damn near scalping her.

  She didn’t care. She was leaking tears and shaking.

  Her pussy was clenching his dick so hard he thought, Shit she’s tight.

  He reached down to make sure he hadn’t lost the condom to her wildly tight snatch. That would suck. No one liked digging for condoms. Trembling, he separated from her body and watched as she sank into the water and rested her head on the side. He was not in much better shape. He sat down.

  She looked at him and said, “Let’s get in the bed. I think I’ve had enough hot tub.”

  Still breathing heavily, he said, “Give me a minute,” while running his hand through his hair and looking up at the heavens.

  They never saw the three men in the woods.

  Chapter Eight

  The Bad Guys

  The walk back was fairly quiet as they made their way to the lakefront cabin. As they neared what they thought was their cabin, they heard water and moaning. A few short steps and they could clearly see the couple Anthony had seen earlier.

  Whoever they were, he was eating her pussy like it was his favorite meal.

  “Look at the tits on her!” Chris said, with a notable tone of lust.

  Melvin and Anthony both made hushing sounds at him. They watched it all.

  Chris and Anthony were off task. Chris was imagining himself between the woman’s thighs. Anthony was admiring the dude’s technique and making a mental note to do the shit the very next chance he got.

  Not Melvin. Melvin was looking at his tattoos. He couldn’t see very well. It was night and the guy was pretty far away. But that tat bore a suspicious resemblance to his uncle’s tat. His uncle was a retired army MP. Now that dude was not his uncle, but he was fucking huge and had what appeared to be an army tat. This could prove to be a problem.

  After watching the man and woman walk wobbly-legged inside the cabin, he put his finger to his lips and gestured at Anthony to lead them to the right cabin. Melvin was feeling unsettled. Veterans were kind of whack. They had a lot of belief in truth, justice, and the American way. They were rule followers, squares and sometimes a problem.

  Earlier

  Chris, Anthony, and Melvin came to as the sun began its descent. The events of the day before and the troubled sleep that two of them had had did not make for a well-rested start to the day. Melvin had awakened with a hangover, and the stressful conversation that followed had done little to improve the situation. Neither had the fact that there was not a single aspirin in the cabin. Melvin, being the type of guy he was, didn’t feel too upset. At least there was food. After their talk this morning, they each had found a place to be comfortable and laid down to rest. They’d needed it.

  Melvin woke first. He used the time to do a thorough search of the cabin. He, in fact, was a party guy. He had never claimed to be built for making and selling drugs. He knew he was smart as hell, though. He had a discerning spirit, and he fully understood many situations that his boys often failed to consult with him about. A time or two he’d had to pull all their asses out of a fire that never should have started. One time he’d told them to stop treating him like he was the motherfucking help. He recalled that day clearly.

  “I may not be operating with a hair-trigger temper, but I do have one and you should fear it. Stop trusting every round ass and big titty split tail you come across, they’re more dangerous than these dudes! Trust!”

  The situation at the time had resulted in the unfortunate accidental death of a woman who had tried to slide into the clique. They’d caught her stealing a freshly made batch of Pink Passion, Melvin’s specialty meth. Pink Passion was very popular, and it sold at a higher price.

  In an effort to figure out why she’d chosen to rob them and who had sent her, Chris had gone overboard. One punch too many had left her unconscious for days, and finally she’d had a violent seizure and died. Melvin had damn near gone crazy. He made Chris and Anthony get rid of her body. They’d put her in a wooden box that was tightly made and sealed her inside with Melvin’s colony of Dermestidae beetles. Melvin had charged them each two hundred and thirty dollars. He’d said that it was for his time and trouble, and that was how much it would cost to replace the colony of beetles, “twice over.”

  Chris and Anthony had forked over the cash, fairly certain that Melvin was on some bullshit. That was until ten days later when they’d opened the box and the woman had been nothing but bones. The beetles had completely stripped the body. Nothing was left. Just hair and bones.

  Melvin had purchased a used wood chipper for cash off craigsList. He’d made them put her bones through the wood chipper and then dump the broken bits down the sewer. They both had nightmares for weeks, but it also elevated their respect level for Melvin. He was dangerous. It was a sneaky kind of dangerous, much less obvious, but no less respected. They started calling him Beetle, but he made them stop. He explained that it was nothing they should ever again discuss. It was an emergency contingency not to be associated with them at all.

  While he was looking through the cabin, he came across a small pistol with a box of ammunition. With a contemplative expression, he pocketed both items. Just in case shit got extra, he might need some backup. God knows he wasn’t in a position to fight Anthony, let alone Chris. He had a feeling Chris might be a problem sooner or later. Most likely sooner, if his stress level didn’t get managed.

  He also found a box in a closet that had soup and dried goods like instant pasta and rice meals. He assumed Ant’s parents had put it away to keep a stash of food hidden from the renters.

  After going through drawers, closets, and looking under beds, he found a couple of bottles of vodka. That wasn’t his preferred drink, but he could drink anything free.

  Feeling somewhat satisfied, he took the box and liquor and headed back to the main area. As he was walking through, both Anthony and Chris stirred.

  “What time is it man?” Anthony asked.

  “What’s in the box?” Chris asked.

  “It’s getting close to sunset,” Melvin replied to Anthony and, “More food,” he said to Chris.

  The thought of more food perked them both up, and they got up to check out Melvin’s treasure.

  “It’s mostly more of the same, processed food. Still, it will be cool to have some options over the next week. Also, there is vodka. I don’t want to hear any shit about me drinking, either. I’m grown. I will cook, but I will also be drinking. Get over it.”

  “Hey man, do you. Just don’t blow us the fuck up while you cook,” was all Anthony said.

  Chris said, “I don’t give a shit. I’ve seen how you are when cooking up a batch. You are like a mad scientist. You waste countless beers, popping tops and never going back to them. You say you are going to drink, but the reality is, once you start making a batch, you get into it. You not going to hit that vodka until the batch is done, if truth be told.”

  “You know that,” Melvin said as he prepared to make fettuccine Alfredo out of the box. It was his preferred brand too.

  After he set the water to boil, he emptied everything from the box into the cabinets and put the vodka in the freezer. “Hey Ant, holler at the girls again. Find out what’s new since this morning. Find out if there is some bail we can contribute to.”

  When Chris heard that, he scoffed. “Bail? Man, you out of your mind. There won’t be any bail. We can chip in on a lawyer, but they got busted in a meth house. Judges don’t give meth lab curators bail. Not in Texas, anyway.”

  Anthony considered this and said, “True. Still, it never hurts to check. Plus, if we offer up help, that will let them know it wasn’t a Benedict Arnold situation.”

  Chris resumed his cabinet scan after shrugging his shoulders. They could do whatever they wanted to do. He would put up three thousand dollars max. He had a small inheritance from his grandparents that he had never accessed. If he made a withdrawal or transfer, it would alert his parents. He used his dope money. Otherwise, his parents would keep hounding him.

  He di
dn’t want to use his dope money for a lawyer. He needed traceable money to avoid notice. Posting bail for some drug dealers would surely bring attention of the 5-0 variety. His parents would see a transfer to a law firm, but they knew what he was up to, so they wouldn’t be surprised. The lawyer wouldn’t tell them anything, and they didn’t know how to find him anyway, so he could just dodge their calls.

  The fellas sat down and started making plans.

  Anthony said, “Look, these cabins are not the only ones out here. There are some older cabins used mainly by hunters out in the woods. I say we walk out and see what we can find while there is a bit of daylight. There were three near here when I was last in this area. My sister and I found them while hiking. I doubt anyone is out there now. We can go hang some hunting vests on the porch and if another group comes along, they will keep going. It‘s kind of a first come, first serve situation. I would guess we have less than one hour of sunlight left. Let’s try to find the nearest one and set up for cooking.”

  Melvin said, “Look, I think that we should check it out, but you have to ask yourself if this is too far off the beaten path. If so, how are we going to transfer all those chemicals? Can we drive? Will we have to take it there on foot? Also, once we get started, what if some hunters come by? You know how they are, all friendly and chatty. I would almost rather stay here.”

  Chris agreed with Melvin. “Look, I’m not interested in a hunting cabin, but like Mel said, we can go check it out. I think hunters are likely to be out and about on a weekend in November. They might be looking for Thanksgiving dinner.”

  Having each spoken their view, they agreed to look and made their way out to the woods. They each were armed with a flashlight and Melvin with the pistol he had found. It was a frustrating journey. Anthony had not been this way for quite a while, so they got lost. They kept coming out on a country road.