Bad Boy Revelation (Alpha Bad Boy Book 1) (4 page)

The police questioned me as Dad stood there, dumbfounded. He cried and it hurt — not in a good way — but I wouldn't apologize for who I was, what I wanted.

"She has Stockholm Syndrome, look at her. She's in shock."

"Daddy, I'm as sane as I've ever been. I couldn't tell you this before, but it's true. It's how I've been since I can remember."

"He brainwashed her." Dad pleaded with the officers but they said there was nothing they could do.

I walked from the room to the court clerk's window, and pulled out my checkbook.

Bryce was still being held on assault charges for beating the fuck out of Brian. I was the only witness and told police that Bryce had done nothing. It was the one thing I truly felt bad about, but Brian deserved it and I wanted my man free. I started to write a check for his bail when the door buzzed and Bryce stood in the frame, smiling at me. Dad started to rush Bryce, but the police restrained him.

"You devil! You are a dead man!"

Bryce stared at the floor. I could tell he didn't like the conflict. He didn't want to take me from my family, but it's what I wanted. It's what he wanted. I knew it. Being apart would be agony. Brian and his family rushed in through the doors.

"What the fuck is that monster doing? Why isn't he cuffed?" Brian stood there, both eyes black, a splint covering his nose. I giggled.

"I-I'm sorry. There is nothing we can do. There is no evidence he did this to you," said the sheriff.

"This is the fucking evidence, you keystone cop motherfucker!" Brian motioned to his face.

"It's going to be tough to win re-election without our backing," Brian's father said.

"Look, his alibi is solid. He was with Esther the whole time. She says Brian made this all up. There is nothing I can do."

Bryce took my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine, and we walked past all of them.

"You'll pay for this shit, you animal!"

Bryce stared into Brian's dad's eyes and he cowered in fear.

Bryce turned and faced me in front of all of them. "I love you. I want to be with you. It's up to you."

Tears streamed down Dad's face and Brian's family seethed with anger. I looked at Dad. "I-I'm sorry, I love him."

Dad's face softened the tiniest bit.

"I don't want to lose you, Dad. Please, just let me be happy." I pleaded and begged.

Dad's fists clenched at his sides. He stared at Bryce, and then back at me. He looked like he was afraid of losing me. "Okay—" He nodded and looked up at Bryce again. "Okay. Please take care of my baby." He looked back at me, the tears in his eyes ripping me up inside. "Please, just don't disappear."

Bryce held out his hand to Dad and Dad took it. "I promise, sir."

I ran and hugged Dad and he squeezed me back. "I love you. No matter what."

"I love you too, Daddy."

Bryce took my hand and we walked out the door of the station to his bike. He handed me a helmet and I climbed on and stared back at Dad. When Bryce turned the key and I gripped his ribs, everything felt right with the world. It was where I belonged. It was everything I'd ever wanted.

I waved to Dad and blew him a kiss. When he turned I shot Brian's family the finger and felt Bryce's ribs bounce as he chuckled.

Bryce turned his wrist and we blasted down the road until my small town disappeared behind us.

SIX MONTHS LATER

I stared down at the small diamond on my left ring finger and my heart fluttered. Bryce and I had immediately gone to the courthouse in the nearest city after we'd left and got married. I insisted on it. I didn't want to have wild, crazy sex and it be a sin any longer. I was with the man I wanted. I'd assured Dad on the phone that we would have a formal wedding he could officiate in a few months, when it didn't seem so sudden. He agreed that it was a good idea.

I stared down at the counter, joy rushing through me. I could barely contain myself. There it was, what I'd hoped for, and I couldn't wait to tell the love of my life.

I heard him come through the door and I rushed around the corner to greet him as he walked in from work. I usually ran to him and kissed him, but this time I was reserved, my cheeks rosy pink.

He walked over, a surprised look in his eyes as he picked me up and twirled me around, locking his lips onto mine.

I released from his mouth, sad that his beard parted ways from my skin, and leaned into his ear. "You're going to be a father."

His grip tightened around me and I pulled my head back to stare at my beautiful husband's strong face. It was filled with tears that streamed down to his beard, but a huge smile accompanied them. "You promise?"

I nodded, placing my palms on his cheeks. "Yes, baby. Yes. I promise."

I squealed and kissed him harder and longer, connecting with his beard once more, his tongue and lips. I could feel the electricity in our kiss, the happiness radiated through our small home. I had everything.

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By: Sloane Howell

THE MAJORITY OF MEN WANT sex just to get off.  They blow their load, roll over, and fall asleep.  That’s not my style though.  I want you to remember my face.  I want you to remember every inch of me.

And you will.

I want to watch your eyes roll up in your head, your toes cramp up while curling under your feet, your thighs trembling around my face, begging for my stiff cock inside your soaking wet pussy.

Every time you tease your throbbing clit, longing for your hair to be pulled, while squeezing those quivering pussy walls around your slippery fingers, you’ll be wishing it was me inside of you, drilling balls deep into that aching cunt while you dig your nails into the sheets.  I want to own your mind for the rest of your life.

The thought of me will be a thirst you can’t quench, a drug you can’t have, an itch that cannot be scratched, no matter how hard you try.  Nobody will send a shock of neural ecstasy from your pulsating little cunt to the tips of your toes the way I will.  Care to bet me?

MOST PEOPLE HAVE SOMETHING THEY’RE good at: math, sports, music, art.  I wasn’t born with some common talent.  I’m a master of making women come.  I don’t know why or how it happened, it’s just built into my DNA.  I’ve always been able to talk to women and get them to do whatever I want.  Ever since I was a teenager, if there was a girl nobody could bed, I got there first.

My name is Joel Hannover.  Well, actually, that’s a bit of a lie.  Joel is my middle name.  My first name is Herbert.  I hate that name.  It’s like my parents were trying to cock block me from conception.

I work as an accounting software consultant.  It sounds fancy like I should be good with math or computers.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  I’m a salesman.  My job; however, is perfect for my hobby.  Most accounting departments are comprised of women.  Women that most people think are boring or uneventful.

I meet these women every day.  Insecure, dressed conservatively, hiding their beautiful bodies behind layers of clothing, afraid a few pounds of baby weight might still show.  They’re ladies who work crossword puzzles and process numbers and transactions.  It’s all a façade though.  These women are just like any other.  Sexual creatures who want to have all of their desires met and all of their needs fulfilled.

They are practically begging for someone to explore them, to bring them out of their shell and release the sexual tension that has saturated their entire being, afraid to break free.  They get their rocks off reading erotica, watching porn, or using the shower head in a manner it was not intended for.  I can’t allow this.  They need someone to open their mind and release their fantasies into the wild.  Someone to spread their thighs and take them to places they never knew possible, where all of their darkest fantasies reside.  This is the environment where I thrive.

***

Meet Jessica Moore: mid-thirties, married with two kids, unhappy.

Fucking hot.

She is a senior fixed asset analyst at a company that’s implementing my firm’s new software.  She is amazingly sexy and wasting away in a bad marriage that is held together solely for the kids.  We’ve been working together on this project for about two weeks now and have grown somewhat close.

She cracks a smile as I walk through the door to her office.  “Good morning.”

“Jessica,” I say in return, pausing for a moment, “you look nice.”  She looks ridiculously sexy if I’m being honest.

Jessica bites her lip with a smile.  I want to put my cock in that beautiful mouth so bad.  I have to have her.  I’ve been studying her relentlessly for the last two weeks, processing every bit of information she provides.  She loves Starbucks, romantic comedies, and has an adventurous side to her that she’s afraid to act on.  Well, she didn’t exactly say that, but like I said before, I can sense these things.  It’s an innate ability.  “Did you have a good weekend?” I ask.

“Completely boring, didn’t do much of anything.  Philip went hunting and left me with the kids.  So we had a movie night on Saturday, you?”

Well, I can’t really tell her I filmed myself banging two twenty-year-old coeds and then watched it while going a second round with them.  “Oh, I had a movie night myself.  New indie film, you wouldn’t have heard of it.” 
Hey, you didn’t lie to her.

I can’t stop staring at her black, mid-length skirt hugging tight around her hips.  I get the slightest peek at her tanned cleavage protruding through her low-cut red top as she reaches into the bottom of a file cabinet.  She’s dressed up today and it’s for me, we both know it.  The first day I was here she wore mom jeans and a sweater.

Her wavy brunette hair is pulled back into a pony tail and her bright blue eyes send my stomach churning in knots every time I meet them.  It’s obvious that she works out and watches her figure, but she’s got these curves that send blood straight to my dick.  I have to fuck this woman.  No, I want to make this woman come harder than she ever has in her life, if she ever has at all.  She deserves it.  She works hard, is a good mother, and puts up with a piece of shit husband.

I’m going to plow her so hard she wants to scream but the words won’t come out.  I can tell that she wants it, constantly eyeing my six-foot-two frame, wondering what I’m packing in my slacks.  It’s not 10 inches but it gets the job done.  A massive cock is overrated anyway.  I’m not trying to scar her for life.

I pull a caramel macchiato with no whip cream out from behind my back and set it down on the desk in front of her.  It’s all about paying attention to details.  “Oh my god, you’re my hero.  Seriously.”  She takes a sip.  “I am a slave to caffeine.”

“I know how it goes.”

Only my drug of choice is that yearning pussy that’s soaking your panties every time you look at me.

Soon.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” she asks.

“It’s just a follow up consult, half a day.  Make sure all the modules are functioning the way you like, and then I’m out of your hair.”

A sad look crosses her face.  “Well, I’m taking you to lunch, on the company of course.  Before you leave, if that’s ok?” she asks.

“Well, I can’t say no to a free meal,” I say with a laugh.  Today is a day she will remember for the rest of her life.  She just doesn’t know it yet.

***

Most of the morning was uneventful, working out kinks in the software.  Lunch can’t get here fast enough.

“Hey Joel, can you come take a look at this, I’m not sure this menu is exactly how we’d like it.”

I lean over her shoulder, perched up near her neck.  God she smells amazing.  I try to look at the screen but all I can focus on is a black lace bra corralling a pair of 38D breasts.  She knows exactly what she is doing, breaking out the sexy underwear for my last day here, longing for them to end up on the floor.  “I think we should switch options three and four on this window.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” I say, not even looking at the screen.  My eyes are now on those creamy thighs with her knees pressing together, calves running down to a pair of black heels, legs crossed at the ankles.

I look up to the screen to try and buy myself some extra time.  “Well, wait, what if we moved option two and had a separate pop up option for four?”  I don’t even know if it made sense or not and I can tell she doesn’t care.  She starts to speak and I exhale lightly on her neck.

“Hmmm, I—“

Her voice cracks a little as her eyes close, the tiniest hairs on her neck standing at attention from my warm, moist breath.  I interrupt her.  “No, never mind, I think I like your idea better,” I say, breathing into her ear as I raise my head up.

I catch her brushing her hands across her legs and onto her knees as I walk away.  She doesn’t think I notice, but I do.  I can’t stop thinking about how wet her little cunt is right now, her lips begging for my cock to drive into them.  It’s going to be a long lunch.

***

I rode with her to the restaurant, but didn’t make any moves.  I want to tease her as long as possible.  It’s a long-term investment for the eruption that will take place between her legs later when I press the buttons in every erogenous zone in her brain.  The sound of her heels on the tile floor of the restaurant and her ass swaying back and forth in that skirt have my cock throbbing in my pants.  It’s not just her.  She knows she’s driving me crazy too.  See Jessica thinks she might know what’s coming, but there’s enough uncertainty to keep her wondering if she’ll merely be dreaming about fucking me when she rubs one out later.

I pull her chair out for her to her surprise.  “Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, my mom just drilled the behavior into me since I was a little boy.”

“Aww, a mama’s boy?  I think it’s sweet that she taught you to be a gentleman,” she says, slightly blushing.

“Yeah, she’s old school.  Guys sometimes look at me funny, but it always seems to work in my favor with the ladies,” I say with a devilish grin.

The sexual tension is building and for some reason seeing her wedding ring makes me even hornier, as if it makes the game more of a challenge.  I mean, I don’t go out seeking married women, but I don’t turn them down either.  I didn’t make any promises to anyone to remain faithful, that’s their issue.

She’s staring at me with those seductive blue eyes again, god damn they drive me crazy.  I’m a sucker for beautiful eyes.  Her hair pulled back makes them pop even more.  I want that red lipstick smeared all over my cock while I stare into them.

“So, what are you having?”

Definitely not the salad you will order. 
I can tell she will order one before the words leave her mouth.  It’s a funny thing.  Honestly, if she ordered a cheeseburger or steak it’d probably turn me on even more.  I’ll order something decent, but not something that will make her feel bad for ordering salad.  Grilled chicken or salmon is usually the go to.

“Oh, I think I’ll have the lemon pepper chicken.”  I look over to see a guy tearing into a cheeseburger. 
Fucker. 
But it’s a price I’m willing to pay to get inside Jessica.

We laugh for a while, trading war stories about work, bad relationships, all the while flirting with each other.  Instinctively I reach for the check when it comes.

“I told you it’s on the company,” she says sharply, pushing my hand away, but not before holding on to it an extra split second.

“Sorry, it’s a force of habit.”  Yeah right, I know exactly what I am doing.  She’s sharp, so I’m sure she has caught on to some of the bullshit.  It’s still worth it, as long as I don’t overdo it.

***

The drive back is the longest of my life.  I can see her subtly squirming in her seat, anticipating what is to come, afraid that it’s going to end and she’s going to be left with nothing but her hand and a cold shower.  A memory of what might have been.  This makes me very happy. 
Don’t worry Jessica, you’re going to get everything you want and then some.  Just wait.

I can feel the tingling building in my balls already as we pull slowly into the parking garage.  I’m on the verge of exploding in my pants.  This is what I live for, the moments before are the best.  All of the anticipation, the sweaty palms, the stomach butterflies, my veiny prick growing in my slacks, the animalistic instincts of wanting to drill the little wet hole sitting two feet away, separated only by a console and some cup holders.

Finally, we pull into the parking space, staring at each other momentarily before opening our doors.  I pretend to be a little upset that she opened the door without letting me open it for her.

“I’m so sorry.  I’m not used to the royal treatment.  My husband would have been inside the building by now.”

“Well, why don’t you make up for it and walk me to my car, like a true gentlelady would do?”

That gets a giggle out of her.  It’s kind of cheesy, but she eats it up.  Jessica grabs me around the arm as if taking me to the prom or walking me down the aisle at a wedding.  I feel my forearm rub against her tight hard nipple and soft breast.  It sends a warm sensation through my groin.

The sound of her heels clacking on the concrete as we near my car is driving me insane.  I can see her biting her lip, knowing that this is the moment.  I can tell everything she is thinking. 
Is he really going to fuck me in his car, or in the dark corner of this busy parking garage?  Why did he park all the way back here anyway?  Did he plan this out?

You’re god damn right I did.

We are approaching my ’67 Fastback in the corner and I can tell the car intrigues her.  I’ve had it since I was 17 and restored it myself.  Classic muscle cars are an aphrodisiac if there ever was one.  She is getting antsy and releases my arm to walk in front of me.  Her ass is driving me wild in that skirt, I want to bite into it.

“Is that a ’67?”

Jesus Christ, she knows her cars, now I’m rock hard.  “Yes,” I reply, in a surprised tone.

She’s starting to walk faster and I match her pace as she walks around to the driver’s side door.

“I have to check this out,” she says, running her hand down the door in the sexiest way possible.

It’s time.

I walk up behind her and press my hand slightly on the small of her back and work my palm down to her ass.  I see her eyes close as she presses those tits up against the window, her hands resting at the top of the car.  I lean in close, next to her ear.  “I have to check you out,” I whisper, watching people get in and out of their cars, nothing between us and them but my Mustang.  “I know you want me,” I whisper again.

“But, I’m married,” she mutters back, starting to moan slightly as I slide her skirt up her ass.  She’s trying to tease me.  She’ll find out who’s in control soon enough.

“You sure, last chance?” I breathe in her ear, running my hand up her inner-thigh.

She won’t resist anymore.  “I think we both know the answer to that,” she replies, her eyes still closed, oblivious to the fact she’s in public.

I start to rub my fingers back and forth on her moist panties, circling around her clit that’s already swelled to a jelly bean.  It sends a slight shudder through her shoulders.  I start whispering in her ear again while breathing down her neck.  “I know this is what you’ve wanted all week, me behind you, my hand up your skirt.  Look at all these people, they have no idea my fingers are about to go inside you.”