His warmth chases the waking nightmares, leaving me drained, exhausted and warm. My eyelids slip shut, and I give up trying to pull away. I’ll deal with it in the morning. I even snuggle into him as his breathing slows and turns into soft snores, telling myself he won’t notice.
At least that makes one of us.
11
ALPHA
There are worseways to wake up before the sun comes up than with a nice, plump ass snuggled right up against my rock hard cock. The hair tickling my nose has a smoky scent to it. A little unusual, but nothing that turns me off, especially when I slide my hand up her side and the warm weight of her soft breast fills my palm. I find her nipple and play with it, just nudging it with my finger to feel it stiffen up.
She moans and turns over. Warning bells should be going off, because I’ve never been much of a cuddler, but this feels good. Right. Our lips meet, and she opens for me, arching her back as my tongue slides into her mouth.
Fuck, she’s a hot little thing, running her hands up my back as I edge on top and between her legs. They part, welcoming me. I feel a little worse for wear, but maybe last night was just more energetic than I remember. Sharp nails dig into my shoulder blades, and I roll my hips, grinding my cock against her, feeling the wet heat of her pussy even through my boxers and her pajamas. If she ended up in my bed last night, why are we even fucking wearing clothes?
I break our kiss and lean in to nip at her earlobe. She gasps, and then groans when I push a hand into her pajama bottoms to find her hot and wet. All for me.
A sexy, feminine mewl of approval is all the encouragement I need to slide my fingers between her folds and use the slick juices to get her ready. Maybe she had dreams like mine, because she’s fucking soaked. With the flat of my palm over her clit, I work my fingers into her tight hole, one and then two at a time.
Her breathing speeds up until she’s panting right in my ear, our bodies moving together to bring her right to the edge. I feel like I’ve hardly even started pleasuring her when she gasps, “So close.” Her inner muscles are already pulsing with the first flutters of climax.
The familiar voice finally cuts through the fog of sleep and lust. Fingers still buried in her pussy, I push up on my other arm and look down at the woman in my bed.
“Fuck!”
Her dappled, hazel eyes fly wide, meeting mine. “Alpha! Oh! Ooohh!”
She grabs my wrist with both hands, but I don’t think either of us is sure whether she’s trying to push me away or make sure I don’t pull out before she’s done. I get a front row seat to the gorgeous sight of Faith writhing underneath me in pleasure, panting and moaning like she’s fucking possessed.
God fucking damn it. This wasn’t part of the plan.
She scrambles backwards, and I let her go. Shock is written all over her flushed face. “What—what are you doing to me?”
There’s no way this is just my fault. “Nothing you didn’t want me to.”
“What? No.” She refuses to meet my eyes, but an aftershock ratchets through her like she just caught a chill. Her face is flushed a sexy shade of pink. Maybe we didn’t mean to, but she fucking enjoyed it. “This—this didn’t happen.”
It would be easier to believe she meant that if her eyes didn’t wander to the tent in my boxers and pause there. I let her get a good long look before sticking a hand down there to rearrange myself. My balls are fucking screaming for release, but it’s obviously not in the fucking cards. Not yet, at least. I do give myself a stroke, though, and smirk at her tiny whimper.
Is this the stupidest thing I’ve done in a long time? Abso-fucking-lutely.
But I’m having a hard time finding even a sliver of regret.
I lean in close. “Oh, it happened, honey. We can keep it quiet because I know how much you’d hate it to get out that you let a dirty biker get you off, but you and me? We’ll know.”
She nibbles her bottom lip, and I watch as she struggles to put her shields back in place. “Dad would kill you for touching me. He’s your president.”
“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with the club. You can’t go waving your daddy around like a shield only when you feel like it.”
“I’m not! I don’t!”
Faith’s phone rings, and she springs off the bed like it’s a call from the governor with a last minute pardon. “Hey!”
“You’re alive!” Nicky’s high pitched scream blasts out of Faith’s phone so loud that I can hear her clearly from across the room. “Where the hell are you? Are you okay? I was so afraid. The whole place is a wreck and the police are looking for you! THERE WERE DEAD PEOPLE IN YOUR HOUSE!”
Faith holds the phone at a distance until the yelling stops, and even then I can hear muffled sobbing. “I’m okay. I promise. Some bad people came, but the guys got me out in time. No, I… I can’t really talk about it yet. Please trust me for a little while, okay?”
I lean on the headboard, with one leg out on the bed and my good arm resting on my raised knee. A test rotation of my shoulder reassures me that it’s fine. Not that I had much doubt, not with Faith treating a glorified scratch with enough antiseptic and bandage to half mummify me.
Sure as hell didn’t mind being fussed over, though.