Owned: An Alpha Anthology (62 page)

FINDING OUT BY LILA ROSE

6

Picking me up, I wrapped my arms and legs around him. His mouth met mine and we kissed, hard, heavy and heated while he carried me down the hall to my bedroom. With his hands on my butt, he ground his jean-clad, hard cock against my core. I arched, threw my head back and moaned.

"Fox, I need you inside me," I demanded.

He let my legs fall to the floor, his hands on my arms steadying me. After he knew I wouldn’t collapse in a puddle of turned-on goo, he moved his hands to rip my cowgirl shirt from my body. In return, I pulled off his top. Our breaths were heavy with desire. I would never get enough of this beautiful specimen in front of me.

Fox reached out again and undid my jeans. He pulled them roughly from my body. Not that I minded in the slightest because I was just as rough getting his jeans off him. Though, as I was kneeling down, helping him get his feet out of his jeans I came face to face with his sausage, which looked ready to be eaten. I wound my hand around his large length. He hissed through clenched teeth. I smiled up at him as I slowly took his cock in my mouth.

"Fuck," he growled. "Damn, I love your mouth." He watched me with hooded eyes as I bobbed up and down, running my tongue all around his cock. The way he was watching me had me reaching with my other hand between my legs. A shiver ran over my body as I touched my clit. I spread my pussy lips wider and dipped two fingers into my drenched centre, moaning around Fox’s dick. He gripped my hair tightly; the small amount of pain turning me on even more. I’d never had a lover do that before, never felt pain while being intimate. I decided, right then, it was something I was more than willing to explore.

"That’s it, precious. Fuck your pussy with your fingers," he said.

I hummed around his cock, causing him to groan. His enthusiasm sent me into a frenzy and I drove my fingers in and out of myself faster. I brought my thumb up and rubbed my clit, ripping my mouth from Fox’s dick I cried out through my orgasm.

While I was coming down, Fox picked me up, sat on the edge of the bed and brought me straight down on his erection. I gasped as he hissed, "Ride me, cupcake. Ride my cock." And I did. With his hands squeezing my hips, I gripped his shoulders and rode myself up and down his length.

"Yeah, precious, that’s it. Fuck, I love your mouth, but I love your pussy even more, so tight and wet." One of his hands let go of my hips and he wound his fingers through my hair, tugging my head down so our lips touched. We devoured each other. While our mouths tasted and teased, Fox slowed my rhythm down so I was rocking slightly up and down on him.

He tore his mouth away from mine. I whimpered, but when I met his eyes, I didn’t mind that he’d slowed the pace because what I saw within his eyes was so much better. He was feeling everything I was. While our bodies bonded, our hearts were mirroring the connection.

I hadn’t realised I had closed my eyes until Fox ordered, "Open your eyes, cupcake. I want you to see what you do to me while I come inside your sweet pussy." Opening them, Fox’s fingers reached my clit, and with a flick, I was coming again. "Open, precious." The pressure of my orgasm had me closing my eyes, but I opened them like he told me. In response, I watched his eyes soften, his brow tighten, his mouth part as he groaned through his own orgasm. His seed pumped into me and I groaned in contentment, loving every second of it.

Later in the middle of the night, I rolled in bed, still half asleep. Moments later, I felt an arm wrap around my waist and I was pulled back against a hard chest.

A warm breath tickled my neck where I felt a delicate kiss. "I like you near," Fox whispered through the room. I smiled to myself and thanked, for once in my life, my bitch-cousin, because if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be being spooned by a scary, sweet and beautiful biker man. With that smile upon my face, I fell back asleep.

# # # #

As I sat in my office at my café, I thought back to my morning. Fox woke me in the early hours, even before I was due to get up, by spreading my legs and saying, "I need inside you before I have to get to work. I wanna remember your pussy milking my cock all day." He then continued to fuck me, sweet and slow, and yes, my pussy did end up milking his orgasm out of him. He then kissed me gently but it soon turned rough before he got out of my bed naked. As I watched him walk to my bathroom, I felt like singing ‘Zip-a-de-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-day, what a wonderful feeling, what a wonderful day.’

After his shower, he came back to the bed, kissed me again and told me he’d see me later. With a smack on my butt, he walked out of the room, only to come back to inform me that he was going to feed Trixie and let her out the back.

If a man treated an animal right, you just knew he would treat you right.

Finding a man in life who made you feel different in so many nice ways was hard. What was harder was finding out that your heart already knew what it wanted even before your brain acknowledged it. Because it was right then that my brain caught up to my heart and it told me Fox Kilpatrick was the one for me.

I dozed for another hour before my alarm rang, which scared the crap out of me. Getting ready for work, I didn’t even try to ignore the new spring in my step after getting me more than a little something-something all weekend long.

Later at work, I brought up the dating site for the last time as I sat at my desk with a stupid grin on my face. As I was about to delete my account, I noticed I had a message. Opening it, my heart sank to my arse.

Ivy

I really thought you were different, but you aren’t. You’re just like the rest of them. I watched you fawn over that delinquent man like some slut and then you go on a date with him and then fuck him. You chose the wrong man, Ivy. You are going to regret it. I’ll make sure of it.

Jim

No. No. What was I supposed to do with a message like that? Jim had seen me with Fox? Here in my café. He had been watching us? He followed us. My stomach clenched at the thought of it. My heart was beating out of control. I pushed my chair back and bent over with my head between my legs, trying to steady my heart, breath and shaky body.

I gasped…he was the one! The one who sent me those notes.

This was serious. He was serious.

What was he going to do?

Was he out there watching me?

What did he mean by pay for it?

Oh, my God. What do I do?

My office door opened and I heard Justine ask, "Ivy, are you okay?"

All I could do was shake my head and continue shaking it because I wasn’t okay. There was no way I was okay…would I ever be again? Tears formed in my eyes and then spilled over. I was in no state of mind to stop them or my body from shaking with shock and fright.

"Ivy, what’s wrong?" She sounded frantic as she tried to pull me up, but I shook her off and closed my arms around my legs as tightly as I could. I then rested my head sideways on my knees. "Manny?" Justine yelled.

"What? What is it?" he asked as he ran into the room.

"I don’t know. Something is wrong with Ivy. She won’t talk to me."

I closed my eyes to try to stop the tears. My stomach tightened. I closed my mouth, my lips thinning, trying to get my breath under control so I didn’t lose the contents of my stomach all over the floor.

Shit, what does he mean I’m going to pay? Why me? Why this now? Fuck, he’d been to my house. He knew where I lived, where I worked.

"Miss M, what’s happening? Come on, Miss M," Manny pleaded. I shook my head, and with my eyes closed, I started humming. I hated hearing their concern. It worried me and I had enough to worry about. "Get me her mobile," Manny ordered. "I’m going out front. You stay with her." Over my humming, I heard shuffling and then I felt an arm come over my back. It was small in frame so I knew it was Justine’s.

"It’s going to be okay. Whatever it is, it’ll be fine," she assured me.

I was doubtful. No one had ever threatened me. I had no idea what to do.

Please, please…what do I do?

Sometime later, the door to my office banged open—Manny must have shut it. I jumped but I didn’t bother looking to see who it was.

"Ivy?" Fox’s voice broke through it all. I opened my eyes to watch him kneel beside me so he could meet my gaze from where my head still rested on my knees. He reached out a hand and gently pushed my hair away from my face. "Cupcake, what’s wrong?" His voice was gentle. I had never heard it that gentle. He was handling me with care. My scary biker man was beautiful.

"She’s been like this for a while. She won’t say anything. I don’t know what’s going on," Justine explained, her tone filled with concern.

"Ivy, please fuckin’ tell me what set this off?" Fox asked.

Still I watched him blinking. I wasn’t ready to talk. I wanted to. I wanted to tell Fox everything. But I didn’t. I couldn’t when my own mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening. I just wanted to fade…fade away so nothing could happen. Though, my heart knew it wanted to take Fox with it.

I fought with my body to keep from reaching out to Fox. I had to tell it and my heart that it wouldn’t be safe for him. I needed to protect him.

But I was weak. How could I fight this…man on my own?

Fox had said he wanted to protect me…

I didn’t know what to do. Everything was too hard.

Even my thoughts.

"Ivy, I need to know how to fix it, precious, please." He got nothing back from me. "Fuck," he hissed. "Fuck," he yelled.

"Brother," someone snapped, "let me try."

Fox moved out of the way and Stoke came to his knees in front of me. He smiled. "Woman, you need to come out of this. You need to tell us what the fuck happened, because if you don’t, my brother, your old man, will tear everything and everyone apart to find out what it is. He’ll go fuckin’ crazy doin’ it too. Don’t let that happen, Ivy. For him, get the fuck up and tell us what we need to know."

Oh, my God. He was right. I couldn’t do that to Fox. Not after I’d only found out his brothers just got him back. I was hurting him by trying to keep him out of this. I was hurting my man by what I was doing. I blinked long and hard and then stood on shaky legs.

"That’a girl," Stoke said.

"Fox," I uttered. He turned from holding onto the door frame to me. I was in his arms in the next second. He even shoved Stoke out of the way to get to me.

"Precious, Jesus, cupcake. What the hell?" He leaned back to look at me. I placed a hand on his cheek and said, "I’m sorry for worrying you. All of you," I added as I looked at Justine.

Stoke cleared his throat and told Justine, "Give me a minute, sweetheart."

"I ain’t your sweetheart," she glared, "but I’ll give you a minute. Someone has to keep an eye on Manny," she said and left the office, closing the door behind her.

"Ivy?" Fox said and my eyes went straight to him. "What happened? I left you all sweet this mornin’, but then I get a phone call from the dude out front sayin’ you’re in a damn state. I need to know why, cupcake?"

Licking my lips, I nodded. I looked into his hard, intense gaze. He was panicked and worried about me. He wanted to help and I knew then that I really needed it. Not only that, I needed him. I couldn’t let this step between Fox and me.

I raised my hand, and with one finger, I pointed to my computer. The screen had gone blank, in rest mode, but Stoke shook the mouse. He paused to read the message and whispered, "Fuuuck. Brother, you need to see this." Fox let go of me. I wrapped my arms around my waist trying to keep his heat on my body, but it fled.

"What the fuck?" Fox hissed. "What the fuck?" he yelled. "Shit," he said, shaking his head. He hit the deck with his fist before he turned back to me and I was pulled into his arms. "Whatever he means, it ain’t gonna happen. He won’t touch you. Fuck, he should never have threatened you." He looked over my shoulder to Stoke. "Make a meet with Talon. This guy is gonna go down. You get me, brother?"

"I get you. Fuck, do I get you."

"Make the call then," Fox growled. Stoke gave a stiff nod and disappeared out of the office. "No one will touch you. I will not lose you too, cupcake." His voice held a softer emotion and it had me thinking that his thoughts were lying in the past…only, I wish I knew how he lost his first girlfriend.

It also made me think that I needed to be stronger. Not only for my sanity but also for the man with his arms around me.

"Fox…" I started.

He took a deep breath and said, "I heard Stoke telling you I had a shit past. I did. Some of it was my own fault. I don’t give a shit about losing my parents. They’re dead and they’re better off dead. But I had a woman once. Yeah, we were young, but I knew I loved her. We’d surrounded ourselves with the wrong people and it caught up with us. Fuck…promise me you will not hate me for this?" He pulled me away from his chest to meet my stare. I nodded. I doubted anything could make me hate this man. "I need words, Ivy."

"Fox," I said softly, "I promise I won’t hate you."

He nodded and led me over to sit in my office chair again. Kneeling in front of me, he took my hands in his. He didn’t look at me. Instead, his eyes were on our hands.

"We’d partied hard, like most nights, but one night…I lost sight of her. In the end, she got raped and stabbed by two, what I fuckin’ thought at the time, friends." I gasped and gripped his hands tighter. "It was my fault. I trusted the people around us, but I should have known better. My last name is Kilpatrick, but I got my nickname Killer for how I dealt the payback. I hunted them and killed them both," he uttered.