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

by S. N. Garza

  Sweet mother of God. The way these two go at it, it’s like I should get in the middle and throw my hand down saying, “Mortal Kombat”.

  Lochlan takes a deep breath, and everything in him relaxes.

  He walks slowly over to my bed where Ragan scoots back, eyes wide with apprehension.

  “Come on, princess. Time to take you home.”

  “I’m fine right where I am, thank you.” And a tear falls down her cheek and Lochlan is there catching it with his thumb. He’s so very gentle now even though his eyes reveal a lethalness I don’t ever want to encounter.

  “We have things to talk about, Ragan. You’re coming with me. Either on your own accord, or forcefully. Choose.” There’s no softness in his tone now though as he straightens up and waits for her answer.

  She huffs, rolls her eye and scoots off the bed, shoving past Lochlan. At the door, she turns to me telling me, “I’ll see you at breakfast, Willow. And I don’t blame you.”

  Blame me? I didn’t bring Lochlan here.

  I open my mouth to tell her that when Lochlan’s hand on my shoulder stops me.

  “It’s okay, Little Saint. She’s in good hands, I promise. And she doesn’t blame you. She blames Gabriel. Whatever affects you, affects him. And whatever affects her, affects me. Don’t worry on it, Willow. She’ll be safe.”

  I once again open my mouth but Ragan smarts, growling, “I don’t need you for anything, Lochlan Masters. I’m leaving because I choose to. Fucking asshole.” Then she turns, stomps out of my room, slamming the door behind her.

  Lochlan sighs, turns to me and asks, “Did she tell you who did this?”

  The malice is back in his voice and I hate to disappoint him, but I shake my head no. “She wouldn’t tell me.”

  “Where did she go?”

  “Aren’t you tracking her?”

  He sighs, grits his teeth and mutters, “She turned her damn phone off for the most part. I couldn’t get a lead on where she was.”

  I respect her privacy, so I won't mention she was around her parents. I hope she tells him though. I can see what she doesn’t.

  He’s so gone for her; he’s bleeding love through his pores.

  “You better go after her then.”

  “I am. You better call Gabe back, he was threatening to leave work, all worried and shit.”

  “I will. Although I didn't need you to come get her, I want her to trust me.”

  “Willow, she wouldn’t have come here at all if she didn’t. I promise you that.”

  Then without another word, he leaves, and I’m left with a wide-eyed Sarah.

  “I wasn’t going to say it while he was standing right there, but oh, my God. He’s fucking psycho!”

  No. He’s in love with her and can’t get a grip on it.

  I call Gabriel back and he sounds almost frantic.

  “What happened? Are you okay? Do you need me?”

  I walk into the bathroom for some privacy and turn on the water.

  “I told you, I always need you.”

  “God, baby. What happened? I’m coming.”

  “No! I’m okay. There’s nothing wrong with me. Ragan was hurt and Lochlan came, trying to sweep her off her feet.”

  He snorts. “I’m sure he tried.”

  I laugh, shaking my head. “Tried and failed. But she left in a huff and he’s following after her like a love-sick puppy.”

  Gabriel laughs and I love the sound. I want to tell him how I feel, but I’m scared. So scared he doesn’t or can’t feel the same way about me.

  “Love-sick. I can see that with the way he pants after her like one.”

  “Gabriel.”

  “Alright. Since we were so rudely interrupted, how about—

  “Gabriel, I’m in my dorm room.”

  “Okay. But it would have been hot, baby. Since playtime is over, I have to get back to work.”

  “It’s okay, Gabriel. You can’t drop everything for me—

  “Yes, I can.” There’s strength and conviction in his voice which makes my heart soar.

  “Well, not right now. There’s no emergency. You do know we can have separate lives while maintaining our relationship.”

  “I know, Willow. I just…,” he stops mid-thought and sighs long and hard.

  “It’s okay, Gabriel. I will miss you a ton. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  We say our goodbyes, and I turn off the water before heading back into the room. I look over at Sarah who has her Air Pods in, but I’m sure she was trying to listen. I haven’t heard anything through the GFU grapevine, so I’m going to assume she keeps what’s going on in here to herself. She hasn’t said anything about me being gone the last few weeks. Even when I came to just grab clothes and leave.

  I go to my dresser, grab a shirt of his and a pair of panties and go through my normal routine; only to find out that, yup.

  I have my period.

  Freaking great.

  Seven

  Willow

  When I wake the next morning, there’s a note on my desktop table and I see Gabriel’s distinctive scrawl.

  “Wear a skirt today.” —GS

  I don’t own any. The only thing I have is the white, cotton-lace sundress I bought while Uncle Luke was here. And it’s white. I’m not wearing white on my period. Not really my thing even if my periods are light anyway.

  Sarah is already gone, and since she let me wear her sleazy blouse that one time, I hope she doesn’t say anything now. I walk into her closet and rummage through her skirts. Slut. Whore. Tramp. Those names all come to mind when I look at her selection. She’s skinnier than me, but I’m hoping I can find something.

  I’m ready to give up when a pretty, leopard-print skater dress skirt, pops into view. And score, it has a stretchy band. I shrug, take it down, find it has cute little suspenders attached to it and walk to my dresser to find a black top to go with it.

  The skirt is above the knee, but with flats and Gabriel’s letterman, I look pretty nice. I throw my hair into a top-knot, jack some of Sarah’s makeup, dab on some mascara and eyeliner underneath my eyes, and smack some lip gloss onto my mouth. Not bad for a girl on her period.

  But to tell Gabriel… I’m reminded of what he said about not caring if we “get messy”, but I don’t know. Sounds awkward to me.

  I spend most of the day fighting off cramps with some Midol and as my algebra professor brings his lecture to a close, I see Gabriel just outside the door, looking in, trying to find me.

  It doesn’t take him long since I’m snug in his letterman, the big GFU letters boldly stamped on the front. He leans against the open doorway all nonchalant like, as if he’s got all the time in the world. The professor gives him a side eye, but otherwise, says nothing.

  Everything is being recorded anyway. Wouldn’t want it to be known he crossed a Saint. The AD’s get treated like royalty. Gabriel and Lochlan even more so.

  Gabriel is the prince of Grifton Falls.

  It’s like nothing and no one can touch them even though they aren’t golden. There’s so much of this town I haven’t seen yet, but one thing is clear, no one messes with a Saint.

  The professor looks at me, unimpressed before going back to his lecture and reminding us that our exam is in a few days’ time and he hopes everyone studies, while giving me a long once over. As if my grades are low. Without another thought to it, I grab my belongings before time is up and I stand, heading right towards Gabriel without a backwards glance.

  Once Gabriel’s eyes take a hold of me, they scan from my shoes, up my bare legs where his eyes widen, his jaw tightens and his hands fist at his sides. Yes, the skirt is a little shorter than I like, but Sarah doesn’t have the curves that I do, so it’s longer on her body than mine. His gaze continues up where the suspenders of the skirt frame my breasts, making his eyes bulge and I can clearly see the flame of need burning brightly in them. Just as I step up to him, his hand reaches around to cup the back of my neck and hauls me in as his lips grab mine, kiss
ing the breath right out of my lungs.

  “Damn. I needed that. Now, how about we go somewhere a little more private?” Then he takes my hand and before I can say a word, I’m quickly being led down the corridor. I know what he wants. If I wasn’t on the rag, I’d want it too.

  “Gabriel, wait.”

  He stops, turns to me and sees the heat racing up my cheeks. “What is it, baby?”

  “I know you want… that. But I can’t.”

  His brow raises, concern lighting his gaze. “Can’t? What’s wrong?”

  I look around us to see people passing by, giving us curious glances, and not that I’m embarrassed to have my period, but it’s not something I’d like to broadcast in front of an audience.

  “Willow, what the fuck, baby?” He bends so his mouth is right up against my ear. “Are you okay? Lock didn’t say anything to you, did he?”

  “What? No. Why would he say anything? And no,” I lean up and whisper in his ear, “I have my period. No sex, right?”

  I ask because well, I didn’t think people really did that. I know he said he doesn’t care about getting messy, but I mean, it’s still kind of gross, isn’t it?

  He rears his head back and gives me this hot, fiery expression. “What did I tell you, Willow?” Once again, he takes my hand and he’s practically dragging me until I see a woman’s bathroom. Then he’s shoving the door open and I look to see people staring as the door shuts behind us.

  “Gabriel!”

  He ducks his head down and sighs. “These bitches need to hurry the hell up.”

  “Oh, my God. There are people in here!”

  I hear two quick flushing of the toilets and then the doors pull open. Oh, God. I shove Gabriel around to give the two girls’ privacy. He stares into the corner, hands braced on his hips. There is some serious awkwardness going on and I give them a sheepish, awkward smile and just look anywhere but at them. I’ve never seen them before.

  “Hurry the fuck up and get out.”

  Oh, sweet baby Jesus. He’s so dang rude. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. All this for sex?

  Once they’re out of the bathroom, Gabriel walks to the door and pushes up the emergency locking mechanism.

  When he turns to me, his eyes are dark pools of heat and it sends a tremble down my spine.

  “Now that we have privacy, what does having your period have to do with anything?”

  “Well, you want sex, don’t you?”

  “Yes. I always want sex with you, Willow. I also respect your wishes though if you don’t want to. I’m not going to force you. I’d never do that.”

  “I don’t know if I want to have sex on my period. This is awkward.”

  “What is?”

  “This. Talking about my period with my boyfriend is not a subject I’m comfortable with.”

  “Why not? It’s human nature for a female to have periods. God made y’all that way. I can’t do anything for you.”

  “God, you’re such a—a—,” the anger that was beginning to rise within me stops and I end up laughing because honestly, he doesn’t know any better. He’s not dumb, but etiquette and manners aren’t something he’s used to yet. He’s so crude and blatant, he says whatever he’s thinking without thinking about whether or not he should say it in the first place.

  He throws his arms across his chest and gives me this hard, unyielding stare. “God, I’m such a what, Willow? Why are you laughing? What’s wrong with you?”

  “You know what? It’s not a big deal, Gabriel. I just… I don’t know about having sex on my period. I don’t want us to be in the middle of it and you know…,” I lift my hands up in supplication because I don’t want to be embarrassed.

  “What? Have blood come out of you? Do you have another whatever you use?”

  “Yes,” I say, gritting my teeth. He’s getting really personal about this and it’s surreal. “I have another tampon. Why?”

  “I can just pull it out, put on a condom and we can try. See whether or not it’s something you like.”

  “You just said you wouldn’t force me.”

  “I’m not.” The look he gives me sends me spiraling down the rabbit hole because God forgive me, I want to give in to him. I want to do whatever he wants.

  But wait. “Condom? You said you didn’t mind getting messy.”

  His signature smirk rolls up his lips. “Yeah. I figured since I have class in thirty, now twenty-two minutes, this allows me to not have to go home and change. It’s not like you can get pregnant anyway.”

  Pregnant? “What do you mean?”

  “Did you not read the material they gave you when you got the implant?”

  My shoulders deflate. The only thing I remember is the fact I had to wait seven days before we could do anything sexually intimate. That’s really the only thing I was concerned about. The way he’s looking at me though, he’s got his serious face on and I don’t know if I’m going to like what he has to say.

  “Outside of the seven-day thing, not really, but it looks like you’re about to enlighten me.” And yes, I can’t keep the vehemence beginning to rise in my tone. Why does he know about it? “Why do you know?”

  “Everything about you is important to me. I hadn’t planned on taking you bare when we started having sex, but since I did, I can’t take it back and unless you want me to start using them, I don’t plan on ever not taking you bare. You feel fucking incredible all hot, tight and sweet on my dick, baby. If you don’t want to, I’ll be fine walking you to your next class and let it alone.”

  “Will you be mad if I say no?”

  “No. Why would I?”

  “I don’t know, because you want to and I’m afraid, I guess.”

  “Willow, there’s nothing to be afraid of. The sex, or thinking I’ll be ass-hurt if you say no. It’s your body. Your rules. Mostly.”

  The look on his face when he added mostly makes me roll my eyes. “Mostly?”

  He clucks his tongue and shrugs. “You’re mine, Willow. ‘Nuff said, baby.” The arrogance in his voice makes everything inside me turn to mush. I don’t know what it is, but it’s powerful stuff. Almost like an aphrodisiac. His voice, his body, the strength in his muscles and the way they pop and flex when he moves. I let my gaze travel over his body and yeah, I might want to try it. I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever done anything like this with anyone else. I trust him. He’s not embarrassed or shy about it and as long as no one is able to come in.

  I look towards the door, double-checking but his voice is strong and sure. “No one is going to get in here, Willow. I promise. And no one is going to talk shit either.”

  I look back to him and he must tell I’m giving in because this deep guttural sound comes from the back of his throat when he takes two steps towards me, bends, and reaches underneath my skirt. Taking the band of my panties into his fingers, he yanks down my underwear. He roughly says, “Hold on to my shoulders.” Then he hooks his hands on the back of my thighs and lifts me clear off the floor.

  “GABRIEL!” I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re wild.”

  “I’m what?” There’s laughter in his voice and a mischievous twinkle in his gaze.

  “You’re wild!”

  He grunts, carries me into the handicap stall corner and I feel his hand slip between my legs, find the string on my tampon and easily pulls it out. Thankfully he doesn’t sneak a peek and tosses it in the toilet. His eyes are intensely focused on mine as I hear him unbuckle his belt. The buttons of his jeans pop open and then I feel the thick head of his erection stroking up and down my clit and vagina, causing me to close my eyes and shudder. I didn’t think I’d be aroused on my period but this? Oh, dear Jesus.

  “Nope, just me, Willow.”

  I hadn’t realized I said that out loud. As I open my eyes, and look up at him, he shunts deep on a guttural moan.

  “Gabriel!”

  “Fuck, yes. Baby… so good. Hold on to me.”

  I nod, biting my lip tr
ying to hold on as all these emotions swell up inside me. Just like he is. His hands are grabbing and kneading my behind. Squeezing and jerking me up and down as his thrusts begin to quicken. And so quickly, I feel ready to combust. Everything's happening so much faster. Building. Throbbing. Racing. His jeans are rubbing back and forth over my behind, causing the friction to scratch at my inner thighs. Why it feels so good, I don’t know, but with every thrust, I feel like a loose cannon.

  Then all I feel is his lips on mine, his tongue forcing my mouth open and our kiss turns frantic. Desperate. I’m gripping his shirt tightly in my fists when I suck in a breath. Oh my God. Everything is peaking. My mind blanks white as he touches that one spot he always reaches.

  “Nope. Give it to me, Willow.” His mouth scorches a trail down my cheek and jaw until he latches on to my neck. Then I feel his fingers between my legs, his thumb stroking circles around my clit until I can’t breathe anymore.

  “Gabriel. Gabriel, please.”

  “Fuck, yeah, baby. Give me that juicy sweet cream of yours. Pour it all over my dick. That’s it, Willow. Let me have it. Let go.”

  When I do, everything becomes hazy. Languid. A lethargy comes over me and if he wasn’t holding me up, I’m sure I’d fall right on my butt.

  “Feels so good, baby. You like my dick just like this, don’t you? Making you feel so good.”

  “Yes.”

  His mouth gets right up to my ear and he whispers, “Say, ‘come in my pussy, Gabriel’.”

  I jerk back, look him in the eye and I know red is creeping up my face. His thrusts slow down to a tantalizing crawl. Slowly pulling away and then pushing, stretching, stroking deep inside, unhurriedly.

  Groaning, I pull on his shirt tighter. “Gabriel, please.”

  “Not until you tell me what I want to hear.” And then he pulls all the way out, stealing my breath away. Before I can open my mouth to protest, he whips me around, lifts up my skirt, and a hard smack lands on my behind. I feel wet and sticky between my legs and while I’m not a heavy bleeder, I really hope it’s not a bloody mess down there. I hear him groan and I turn my head and see his hand stroking up and down his thick length. And it’s pink.