Alpha Douchebag: The Virgin: Gabriel & Willow duet #2 (Alpha Douchebags of Grifton Falls University)

by S. N. Garza

  I laugh, cover my face with my hands, but he’s there, taking my hands, threading his fingers through mine, and lifting them above my head. I still feel him inside me. The heavy shaft flexing inside me and I feel something leak between my legs. I jerk back, surprised.

  “What is…”

  “Shh… it’s just… I came a lot. Your tiny little body can’t hold it all inside you, so it’s leaking out. Too much cum.” There’s this look of supreme satisfaction on his face as he looks down to me.

  I feel heat race up my cheeks.

  “TMI, Gabriel.”

  He rolls his eyes and gives me a droll look. “I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you. I’ve been storing up a lot the last few months.”

  I don’t know what to say to that either, so I don’t say anything. Because he’s come plenty of times. Recently, it’s been from my mouth; before then, his hand.

  I just close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing. We had sex four times. Each time felt better than the last. I can truly say he knows exactly what to do with the gift between his legs. Luckily though, he’s not the type to boast about his prowess. I’m sure he knows.

  Ugh. Don’t have those kinds of thoughts, Willow. Just enjoy this moment. Enjoy his knowledge. Probably wouldn’t feel as good with someone who doesn’t know what he’s doing.

  He lifts away from me and pulls me up so I’m straddling his lap and I’m looking up at him. It seems like he’s ready to tell me something, but he’s looking everywhere but at me. I know when I want to speak, but can’t bring myself to say it out loud, I close my eyes and focus on something else. So that’s what I do.

  I look down to his chest, smooth, tan and muscular. His ring between his pecs and I take a deep breath. I feel his eyes on me, but I just close mine and begin tracing circles around his chest. Giving him the space and silence to choose whether or not to trust me.

  “I don’t like my father.”

  I open my eyes and tilt my head just enough to let him know I’m listening. I don’t want to say anything to ruin the trust he’s giving me, but I want him to know I am listening. I want to know what makes him tick. Why he acts the way he does. Why he’s scared to have feelings for me. If he does. I hope he does. Please, dear God, let him feel something more for me other than sexual satisfaction.

  “Like I said, I… there are rules. He acts as if he’s the one who mapped out my entire life when he’s barely had a hand in it since I was born. I’ve always had the best of the best growing up. I know how to play the part of complete dick. To everyone. It’s second nature, Willow. A nature I’m not always proud of, especially since you came into the picture. It’s like you’re puncturing little holes inside the shell I’ve built my entire life around. I’ve never bullied anyone, because I just know most people are beneath me anyway, so what’s the point of making them feel worse about themselves, right? But you? You knock me down whenever you feel like I need to be a certain way—

  “Wait a minute. I’m not trying to change you, Gabriel.”

  This tentative smile whispers over his face before he turns his gaze fully to me, once again, his face flattening. “I know. But because of you, I am changing. Maybe not outwardly, but you surely have no problem smacking sense into me. And the fact I don’t retaliate or completely disregard you like—

  “Don’t say it… I’m not one of your bitches you use and throw away, Gabriel, oh so help me, God.”

  “You’re not. And… it scares the shit out of me. You mean something to me. I’ve never had anything like this or anyone like you and my father doesn’t like that.”

  “Why?”

  “Because he’s an asshole, Willow. He expects me to get with some bitch who has…,” he grits his teeth as if he’s holding back before he says, “all the connections and money to build up our empire even more.”

  “You really think he’d try to do something to me?”

  “He could try.” Gabriel’s jaw tightens, and I see his hands fist at his sides. “But no. Now I know it’s something completely different. I can’t explain, and I don’t want to lie to you, but know I won't let him hurt you. By words or actions. Promise me you won’t ever see him alone. Or go off anywhere with him.”

  “I promise, Gabriel. Just so you know, I can take care of myself.”

  He presses our bodies together, his hand on the back of my head, bringing it against his chest and I can feel and hear his heart racing. He’s nervous. Or scared. And I’ve only ever felt his heart race once. The first time I came here and cooked for him.

  “Willow, this is the one promise you must not ‘take care of yourself’. You leave. You get as far away from him as possible. Don’t listen to anything he says. Do you hear me? I’ve never felt like this before. It’s like a part of me is finally starting to come alive and I feel desperate for it. You… you make me feel things I’ve never felt before and I want to explore them. I’m an asshole, Willow. But I want to be the kind of guy a girl like you deserves. I’m sure there are plenty of other guys… like Worsch,” he grits his teeth and takes a deep breath before continuing. “But they can’t have you, fairy-girl. You’re mine. Remember that, baby.” I feel his hands take a hold of my face and he leans me back, so our eyes catch. “You are mine. I was foolish in thinking I could ignore you and let the matter drop when I first saw you. I’ve gone too deep. I thought I could just… drop you like—

  “I know, Gabriel.” I glare at him and he smirks, rolls his eyes.

  “Yeah, baby. You do. It would be safer. Letting you go. But dammit, I’ve never had anything that’s just mine. I never wanted anyone that could be just mine. Before. Not until you. I’m so sorry I hurt you.” He looks contrite, and my heart stills when I see his eyes so glassy. Just for a split second before he grits his jaw and I feel his thumbs strum along my jawline. “My emotions are naked when it comes to you.”

  Right then, my heart melts. I reach up, cup his jaw and he closes his eyes, rubs his beard and jaw against my hand, tickling my skin. I love the tenderness that he shows, and he doesn’t even know it.

  “Gabriel.” I wait until his eyes open and find mine. Then I respond. “As are mine.” Then I wrap my arms around him and lean my head against his chest. His arms embrace me and tighten.

  I want to tell him I love him. I want to so badly.

  “Gabriel?”

  “What, baby?”

  I open my mouth to tell him, but something stops me. Instead, I take a deep breath and say, “Maybe I can win him over. I’m pretty irresistible.”

  He snorts, chuckles and just when I lift my face to blast him, he pulls me in closer. “Yeah, you are. But my father isn’t easily won over. He’s a dick.”

  “Aren’t you?”

  He doesn’t say anything to that at first. Then, “Point taken, but still. I don’t want you alone with him.”

  “You never know, Gabriel. This small-town girl may have some tricks up her sleeve just yet.”

  “I just bet you do. Now, it’s time to get up. I need some fucking sustenance. You drained me, woman.” Then he smacks my ass with a laugh and stands up.

  “We gonna get dressed, or are we going out there naked?”

  “No one gets to see all this glorious body, baby. Not naked. So, hold on, fairy-girl.”

  And I do. And I don’t ever want to let go.

  Six

  Willow

  I can’t believe it. I’ve been at Gabriel’s house every night this week. Judas is still quiet around me, but Duncan and I get along well, since we’re both avid fans of Final Fantasy. And Spyro.

  Lochlan is enjoying the home-cooked meals and continues to call me Little Saint.

  Reminds me of when Gabriel came to get me at Alann’s and his drunken ‘not yet’ statement. I wonder if he even remembers saying it. Alann isn’t saying anything. Obviously. Monday morning when I saw him, he had a bad black eye and around his neck were subtle prints of Gabriel’s fingers.

  And after everything he told me, it made me feel bad that I coul
dn’t explain it to Gabriel. The truth, but it’s not my truth to tell, and I’d never betray Alann in such a way. He’s become a very good friend to me. Even a best friend.

  When I tried talking to Alann about what happened the other night over lunch, he shook his head firmly and told me not to worry about it. He’s had worse. He also noticed something was different about me and when my face got red, he just snorted and stated I was an adult and my choices are my own, but he said if I ever needed rescuing again, he’d be there for me. Which made me cry and fly into his arms, thanking him. He made a fuss about me hugging him, but I could tell he liked it. The affection. I don’t think he’s had much, especially since he’s keeping everything a secret. He also said Gabriel called someone to go fix his front door, so everything is back to rights.

  Speaking of friends, Ragan’s been missing all week. Her texts tell me she’s visiting her parents. She didn’t tell me where though and I’m a little concerned. She told me everything’s okay, but something in my gut tells me there’s more to the story. She’s never been much of a talker, but the one time I called her, she was short with me and we hung up quickly. I wanted to talk to Gabriel and Lochlan about it, but I also don’t want to be a worry wort and get in her business. But I consider myself her friend. If I’m worried, shouldn’t I tell someone?

  Another week goes by and Gabriel is distracting me with all sex we’re having. Not that I’m complaining. I am really loving it, but I’m on the phone with him now and he’s telling me he’s going to be at work late.

  “Everything going okay?”

  “Yeah, baby. My father is up in Colorado, looking over the new hotel schematics, and needs me to go over some shit at the office. I’m sorry. I want to be with you. So bad, Willow.”

  “Me too, but with you. But you know, we don’t have to be up each other’s asses, ya know? We can—

  “But I want to be up your ass. Fuck. So didn’t sound right. You’re not ready for anal. Maybe—

  “Whoa! You need to calm down, mister. I may never be ready for… what you just said. I mean, is… that something you like?”

  “It’s always another option. I like it—

  “Oh, God. Please, don’t say any more. I don’t want a visual.”

  He has the audacity to laugh. “Oh, baby. Anal play has its benefits. But don’t worry. It’s not a requirement. That pussy of yours is all I need.”

  “Oh, sweet baby Jesus. I thought you’re at work?”

  “I am. I’m not around anyone though, so don’t worry that pretty head of yours.”

  I’m walking in the dorm, quickly walking past the lounge towards the hallway. Once I get into the elevator, thankfully, no one else gets in with me when I let him have it.

  “So, that’s all you need from me? My pussy?”

  I feel heat radiate up my cheeks, but I also feel more confident in myself.

  “Tell me no one is around you right now hearing you talk about your pussy.”

  He on the other hand has no problem being blatantly verbal.

  “No.”

  “Then tell me how bad your pussy wants my dick. Hearing you say ‘my pussy’ made my dick rock-hard, Willow. First time saying the word out loud?” I can hear the laughter in his voice, and I roll my eyes—not that he can see but whatever. He thinks he knows everything.

  “Yes. I don’t know if I can repeat it though.”

  “Say it, Willow. Tell me your pussy needs my dick deep inside you.”

  “Gabriel.”

  “I told you to tell me. Or I’ll find the first set of people and get loud with it.”

  “Gabriel, you’re being a douchebag.”

  “You knew what I was when we got together. Now, you’re just going to have to deal with it, baby.”

  He is so exasperating, but I can’t help myself. I start laughing—no, giggling, like some little teenage girl around the cute boy. Which is so true, but still.

  “Willow, that cute little girly giggle isn’t going to suffice. Tell me. Tell me how bad your pussy needs my big, fat cock stretching it wide open.”

  “Okay! Okay. Fine. I want you.”

  He laughs again and clucks his tongue. “Not good enough, baby. Repeat after me. My pussy needs your dick deep inside.”

  Just for that, I laugh and state, “Your pussy needs my dick deep inside.”

  “Willow Mason.” His voice is sharp, but there’s no menace or irritation. I can hear the smile in his voice.

  “Gabriel Saint. I need your dick deep inside my pussy.”

  “Fuuuuuck. Where you at right now?”

  “Getting out of the elevator onto my floor at the dorm.”

  “You don’t want to stay at the house? I’ll be home, just late.”

  “It’s okay, Gabriel. While I do want to be with you, I also know you need sleep too. We’ve been… going at it hot and heavy. Besides, I should be starting my… my period soon.”

  “And what did I tell you? I don’t mind getting messy, Willow.”

  “Dear God. You’re something else, you know that?”

  “Sorry. Sounds like a personal problem, baby. You’re the one who has to deal with me.”

  There’s this comical side to him he doesn’t let out very often, and I’m starting to like it a lot. Outside of his friends, I know he’s never had a relationship with a girl like this, where he can joke and tease.

  “I am dealing with you, but I like you, Gabriel. I can handle you.”

  “I wish you were handling me right now.”

  “You’re an idiot.”

  He laughs, saying, “You’re with the idiot, so what does that make you?”

  “Special.”

  “Goddamn right, baby. And fine. Sleep at the nasty old dorm.”

  “Gabriel! It’s Saint Hall. I know it’s one of the best dorm towers here.”

  “Whatever,” he grumbles. “Just… call me if you need me.”

  And sweet heaven, he actually sounds disappointed.

  “I always need you.” I get up to the door and as soon as I push in the lock, Sarah is already yanking open the door, this wide eyed, scared look on her face. “Sarah? You okay?”

  “Willow? What it is?” I hear Gabriel ask but it’s distant as I look to where Sarah is pointing to my side of the room, where on my bed, is Ragan, her face is red, and her eye is almost closed shut.

  “Oh, my God.”

  I run over to her and she’s doing whatever she can to not shed any tears.

  “Goddammit, Willow. Answer me!”

  I lift my phone back up to my ear and say, “It’s Ragan. I got to go, Gabriel.”

  “Willow, don’t you—

  But I’m already hanging up. Concern for my best friend riding higher than my need to play with my boyfriend.

  “Ragan, what happened?”

  She stands up abruptly, shakes her head. “It was stupid of me to come here. I don’t know why I did.”

  “Because I’m your friend, Ragan. And whoever did this to you, needs to be found and arrested.”

  “They’re already gone. I just wanted some peace and quiet.”

  “Then we’ll have some peace and quiet. Sarah’s okay. She’s not going to say anything.”

  “If she hasn’t already.” And we both turn to Sarah, who rolls her eyes and flops her hands in the air.

  “Like I’m an idiot. I know you two are AD bitches. As if I want that kind of trouble in my life.”

  “I am not, nor will I ever be an AD bitch. I am not with that asshole.” Ragan vehemently states as she flops back down on my bed. “Willow, you have any aspirin? I’m getting a bad headache.”

  I nod and walk into the bathroom, grab both ibuprofen and acetaminophen, take a few from each, and walk back out, grabbing a water from the fridge and hand them over to her.

  “That’s a lot.”

  “Trust me, it’ll help. The perfect pain pill, but OTC.”

  She throws them all in her mouth and chugs down some water, swallowing them. She looks tired. Tired
and beat up. Who did that to her? Wherever she came from, must have been exhausting for her. If she had been with her parents, how did they let this happen to her? I mean, it’s not like her parents—

  “Oh, my God. Ragan, did—

  A hard pounding on the door stops me mid-sentence.

  “Don’t answer that,” Ragan says wildly. Her one eye widening with slight terror.

  “WILLOW! Open this door now!” I whip around, hearing Lochlan’s deep voice, hard and unyielding.

  I take a step, but Ragan yanks me back. “I told you not to answer. I need to get out of here.”

  “No.” I put some firmness to my voice, which stops her. “Ragan, someone did this to you. They deserve what’s coming to them.”

  “You don’t know anything.”

  “Did your parents do that to you?”

  There’s malice in her expression now and she grits her jaw. “No. They didn’t do shit. And it’s none of his business.”

  “I’LL BE MAKING WHATEVER THE FUCK IS HAPPENING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS DOOR MY FUCKING BUSINESS IF THIS DOOR DOESN’T GET OPEN RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.”

  I know that echoed down the hall. I plead with Ragan, but she’s adamant.

  And before Ragan can stop her, Sarah races to the door and yanks it open.

  Lochlan pushes the door open, slamming it against the wall, and Sarah scrambles out of the way, terrified by the look on Lochlan’s face. And for a moment, a fleeting amount of terror rushes through me at the vehement look on his face.

  But once his eyes make contact with me, then Ragan, everything inside him stills. His face ashens.

  “My God.”

  Then his hands fist at his sides and he looks like he bulked up like the Hulk, as the veins in his arms protrude and his face begins to redden with anger.

  No, not anger. Rage. Full-on, brutal rage.

  “What the hell are you doing here, Lock? I didn’t need your master to call you to make sure his bitch is alive.”

  I give her a glare at the bitch comment, but the look in her eyes, tells me she’s scared shitless.

  “Keep calling him that princess and you won’t be feeling the bruise on your face.”

  “Excuse me? Why don’t you go run back home? Your leash must be choking your neck by now, isn’t it?”