The Alpha Male Romance Boxed Set (15 page)

"Don't stop," she prompted, though in the back of her mind she knew she should have thanked him and gotten dressed. When he continued to hesitate, she took a deep breath in, and boldly untied the towel and slid it from her body, leaving her naked before his eyes. "Please."

He continued to hesitate, the palms of his hands planted on her back. "Angelique, I don't think I should." His voice was thick, his words broken, his desire evident.

Her heartbeat accelerated. He was right. This wasn't the best idea. He did what he set out to do. But dammit, she wanted more. Considering in a few days she'd be sitting in a jail cell, why shouldn't she allow herself the luxury of this man’s touch?

"It's okay."

She heard him sigh and then remove his hands from her body. She was about to protest when she heard the top of the bottle being flipped open. Seconds later his hands, oiled up once again, were on her body moving to her lower back. He kneaded and pressed, working her muscles and making her body sing out for him. The closer his hands came to her bottom, the stronger the pulsing between her legs became.

"Your body is stunning, Angelique."

A smile touched her lips, but she said nothing for fear of him stopping. Once he reached her ass, he hesitated once more and she sighed. One of his palms gently grazed her ass cheek coming excruciatingly close to her pussy. Her body was so on edge that if he happened to even slip his fingers between her legs she'd come instantly, she knew this without a doubt. She held her breath waiting and then instantly his hands were gone and he was standing.

"You're good now... Right." It was a statement, rather than a question.

Angelique groaned inwardly as she heard him walk to the other side of the room, presumably to toss the oil back into his bag.

"Lincoln?" She frowned and turned onto her side, not bothering to cover back up.

"Angelique, we can't." He kept his back to her, opened the curtain and, with his stance stiff, he stared out into the parking lot.

"It's okay. I want to. I know we got off on the wrong foot, but... Don't you want me?"

Lincoln sighed loudly. "It's not a matter of wanting to. It's a matter of not getting involved. I have a job to do, Angelique and if something happens... something like..." he ran a shaky hand through his hair; "...like
that
, then I won't want to do what I have to. I'm sorry."

"Fine!" The sting of rejection shot though her. Sliding from the bed, she grabbed the clothing he'd given her of his and quickly put it on. It smelt like him, spicy and very masculine, taunting her, reminding her of how much she wanted him and how he'd turned her down.

His stance stiffened further. "Angelique, I-"

With the boxers on now she slipped the t-shirt over her head. "You can turn around now."

"Angelique, please."

"I'm going to bed now." she marched over to the bed and slipped under the covers. "I'd offer to share, but I wouldn't want you to get attached to me or anything!" She gave the pillow a few violent strikes with her fist before settling her head down on it and closing her eyes.

"Angelique."

"What!" Her eyes shot open and her sapphire blue eyes glared at him.

"I have to cuff you."

"Fuck you! I'll be damned if I'll allow you to cuff me to this bed."

His grey eyes turned stormy as he began to strip down to his boxer briefs. Angelique's eyes wandered over his body, easily one of the most magnificent bodies she'd ever seen on a man. His chest and shoulders were muscular - powerful, his torso lean and his massive cock bulged against his boxers.

"Oh no." Indignation rose up within her. "You had your chance Lincoln and you blew it!"

"I wouldn't now if you begged me, woman." Grabbing the cuffs from the table by the door he slapped one onto his wrist as he strode over to the light switch and turned it off. The room went dark, but light from the outside streetlight shone in from the crack he left in the curtains, giving enough light to see his outline. He stalked his way in the dark over to the bed.

Angelique looked up at him questioningly, as he slid in beside her and grabbed her wrist roughly.

"Ouch! Take it easy. What do you think you're doing?" She tried to tear her wrist from his hand, but his grip was iron tight.

"Well, if you don't want to be chained to the bed... fine by me." He slapped the other cuff on her wrist.

"I can't sleep chained to you!" She pulled at the cuff, but it refused to budge. "You're serious?"

His eyes caught hers and he nodded giving her a slight smirk. "You bet I am. There's no way in hell, I'm letting you run off in the middle of the night." Giving her a final nod he lay flat on his back and closed his eyes. "Better get to sleep, sweetheart, we have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow."

Feeing angry, insulted and sexually frustrated Angelique huffed as she flopped back down beside him and groaned. What a day!

Chicopee, Massachusetts - Day 2

Lincoln awoke to the morning sunlight filtering in through the part in the curtains and with one of the most painful hard-ons of his life; the source of his arousal was cuddled up tight against him, her cheek against his chest and her leg draped across his groin.

Ahhh, fuck and double fuck.

He attempted to worm his way out from under her, but just as he began to move he realized that he was still chained to her and there would be no way of getting up without waking her in the process. Looking down, he took notice of how evident his arousal was under the thin cotton of his boxers and groaned inwardly.

Fuckfuckfuck!

She moved against him again, her breasts brushing against his side and her thigh brushing his hard cock. He was considering the best way to get himself out of the predicament he was in when she moaned and her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him and her eyes locked onto his, her lips less than a quarter of an inch from his own.

As she moved against him, her thigh brushing his cock and her hand caressing the muscles in his shoulder became his undoing. Slipping a hand to the nape of her neck he urged her mouth down to his closing the remaining distance between them. She moaned and moved against him as his lips captured hers.

She returned his kiss, tentatively at first, but soon her lips were parting for his probing tongue so it could explore her more thoroughly. The thought that this shouldn't be happening raced through his head, but he was helpless to heed that voice as his body's need for her took over all reason.

Grabbing the blanket, he tossed it aside and out of the way as he gently pushed her back against the mattress, his body hovering over hers. His lips left hers and slowly started to make their way down her neck as his hand slipped up and under the t-shirt he had given her and over her stomach.

Lincoln loved the soft and smooth feel of her neck, as his lips made their way to her collarbone. And her shampoo...he couldn't seem to get enough of the smell of her shampoo - a soft, floral fragrance; it was intoxicating.

Once he reached her collarbone, she moaned, arching her back against him.

He started to move the hand he had braced at the side of her head, but the clinking sound and the resistance reminded him of the handcuffs. With a groan he closed his eyes, lowered his forehead to her shoulder and sighed. The reality of the situation hit him once again.

"Lincoln." She caressed the side of his face, and urged his eyes up to meet hers.

At her prompting, Lincoln lifted his gaze to meet hers.

Angelique smiled softly, the look of desire flaring up within her blue eyes. She gave her wrist that was attached to his a shake and the chain ratted lightly. "I promise, I won't run."

****

Angelique watched the look of indecision flash within Lincoln’s eyes, and then after a long minute, he nodded towards his jacket hanging on the rack by the door. "The key's in my jacket pocket."

Shit!

She pushed at his chest to move him from her and struggled to sit up next to him. "Come on." Slipping from the bed, she stood and gave her chained wrist a tug urging him off the bed and to his feet beside her. She swiftly made her way to his jacket with Lincoln in tow.

Angelique located the key in one of the front pockets and undid the cuffs, tossing them to the table by the chair along with the key. "That's better." Placing the palms of her hands on his chest, she fingered the contours of muscle in his chest.

Lincoln ran his fingers through her long, dark locks. There was a mixture of yearning and conflict in his gaze. "We shouldn't be doing this, Angelique. I have to take you back to Denver."

"I understand. But, that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the next few days, does it?" She pressed the length of her body against him and brushed her lips against his. "As I see it, we have two options. We can fight or we can..." She nipped at his lower lip, and he groaned.

She felt his resolve wavering as his hands snaked their way around her waist, pulling her tighter against him, the long hard length of his cock pressing against her stomach. She sighed as, the need between her legs to be filled intensified. She only had a few days before prison and she'd decided she'd make the most of them.

At the back of her mind she hoped that if she played nicely with him, he'd assist her in figuring out who was framing her, or let her go. It was a long shot, she hadn't figured it out these past few months so the chances of figuring it out with him were slim; but slim was better than nothing. And with only a few days to go it was a race against the clock at this point.

However, as his mouth came crashing down on hers, the thought of her freedom was pressed to the back of her mind as her need suddenly overwhelmed her. His hands slid to her ass as he spun her around and began to walk her backwards towards the bed.

The muscles in his shoulders flexed under her fingers’ touch as she caressed them. As the back of her legs came in contact with the bed, Lincoln broke off the kiss to look deep into her eyes once again, a concerned look on his face, as if just realizing something.

"I don't have any condoms." his face reddened. "I haven't been with a woman in..."

"I'm covered. And I haven't been with anyone since..." Thoughts of Nathan popped in her head. It wasn't until she'd met Lincoln that she realized how much she missed the touch of a man.

"Alright." he cut her off, before she explained further, sensing the distress that it was bringing to her.

Angelique's hands slipped from his shoulders and her thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxers. With one fast tug she pulled them down and they dropped to the floor at his feet, exposing his large swollen shaft to her. She grasped his cock in her hand, it was so thick that her hand didn't quite fit around and when she ran her thumb across the head it was coated with pre-cum.

Lincoln groaned, his fingertips digging into her bottom.

Angelique pressed a kiss onto his chest and began to work her way down, as she began to stroke his dick in firm, fluid motions.

"Damn, woman, have it your way." Without any warning, Lincoln grabbed her and tossed her to the bed, stepping out of the boxers that were in a puddle at his feet. Angelique squealed in surprise as she was tossed back onto the mattress. Grinning, she braced her elbows behind her and caught her lip between her teeth as she eyed him, taking in each and every inch of his glorious, muscular body.

"I like having it my way."

Lincoln glanced over at the clock radio on the night table. "Well, we have half an hour before check-out time, so I hope your way is relatively fast." Placing a knee on the bed between her legs, he bent down and placed a tender kiss at her knee gradually working his way up her inner thigh.

Angelique's heartbeat was racing, and the throbbing between her legs intensified the closer his soft kisses came to the apex between her legs. An inch from the top of her inner thigh, Lincoln stopped and lifted his eyes to meet hers, as if seeking her permission to continue.

"Lincoln, please." His mouth, his fingers, his dick, she had no preference as long as he relieved the tension that was building to near unbearable heights within her.

He tugged at the borrowed boxers she was wearing and pulled them down and off, tossing them to the floor. Sitting up, she grabbed the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it up and over her head discarding it with the rest of the clothing on the well-worn motel room carpet.

Normally, she wouldn't be so brazen, but in this instance she didn't care about modesty. She didn't feel the need with him. She couldn't put her finger on why, maybe it was the same reason she found herself able to make snarky comments or behave in ways that she normally would never contemplate. There was something about Lincoln that made her feel she didn't have to hold back who she was. She didn't have an opportunity to ponder it further, because in the blink of an eye he was on the bed, and pulling her naked body up onto him so she was straddling his waist.

Stretching out over him, she caught his lower lip between her teeth and pulled it into her mouth. He groaned, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down tight to him, her breasts crushing against his massive, hard chest. Angelique sighed, releasing his lips and swept her tongue across her lower lip.

"Dammit Angelique, you're beautiful." Lincoln threaded his fingers into her hair and cupped the back of her head in his hand, pulling her mouth down to his.

She moaned against his lips as her desire flared and her wetness seeped from her to coat his stomach. His free hand slipped between their enmeshed bodies and cupped her mound. She bucked against his hand, as his fingers parted her soft, wet folds and exposed her swollen clit.

"God, I want you, Lincoln." she gasped pulling her mouth from his and basking in the feel of his fingers expertly working her clit.

Unable to stand not having him in her a moment longer, she pushed herself up on him, seating herself over his lap, his rock solid cock peeking out from between her legs, its head glistening with pre-cum. She grasped it and gave it several quick strokes and was pleased to hear him suck in his breath sharply at her touch.

"When we have more time, I'm going to enjoy playing with these. They're fucking amazing." Lincoln circled and pinched her nipples with his fingertips and they responded instantly, hardening to tight, long peaks. Her pussy quivered as the short, quick jolts of pleasure rushed through her at his touch.

"God, your cock is so damn big." She moaned, sitting up, and running the head back and forth along the length of her slit, nestling it between her drenched, warm folds. She placed it at her entrance and lowered herself slowly onto him. She took her time savouring the feel of his cock, stretching her pussy to its limits.

Lincoln stopped playing with her breasts to grab onto her waist and attempted to urge her down fast and hard onto him. She batted his hands away and gave him a coy smile. "My turn to be in control."

"Damn woman, you're killing me," he growled through clenched teeth, but relented and turned his focus back to her tight, beige nipples.

She began rocking her hips, slowly, moving up and down on his long, thick dick; the head of his dick stroking her g-spot with each downward thrust. She planted her hands on his thighs behind her and arched her back, increasing the speed and pressure on her most sensitive of spots with each stroke.

His hands left their sweet torment of her breasts and she immediately missed the feeling until he reached between her legs, parted her pussy lips and began to stroke her swollen clit as she rode him.

"Come for me, Angelique." His deep, oh-so-sexy voice commanded. His voice, his words fuelled the already out of control flames within her.

"Oh yes, yes." She panted and moaned, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She was close, so close. His fingers, pinching and rolling her clit between them were taking her to the point of no return at a record pace.

"Let me feel it, come for me honey," he urged.

"Yesyesyes!" With a final rotation of her hips, her body froze, tense with anticipation and then erupted in a flood as her juices coated his cock and dripped out onto his groin.

Before she had a chance to recover, Lincoln was gripping her hips in his hands and flipping her over onto her back, kneeling between her legs. She fisted the blankets as he slipped her legs over his shoulders and began relentlessly hammering into her.

He pounded into her so hard and so fast that all she was able to do was hold on and enjoy the sensations rushing through her as she watched his cock pumping in and out.

"God, you're so damned tight. So good."

The sound of his voice broke her trance and she caught her lower lip between her teeth, looked up and locked gazes with him, excited by the look of intense hunger in his eyes. He was coming close, and she was rapidly ascending the summit for a second time.

"Come for me Lincoln, fill me," she urged her breath catching in her throat as she crested the summit and came crashing down, her pussy clenching around his cock, urging him to release. "My god!"

Her exclamation was all he needed. He pounded into her once more, twice and then with a loud groan, he slammed into her a final time and gave in, filling her with his cum. Keeping himself firmly planted inside of her warm, moist core, he lowered himself over her and touched his lips to hers.

"Fuck, you're amazing, Angelique."

He caught her gaze and she could see the truth in his statement. Underneath the hard, cold exterior lurked a soft, vulnerable man and she found herself beginning to fall for him, just as she could see it in his steel grey eyes that he was falling for her.

Got to keep this casual
... She sighed as his lips lowered to hers and she gave in to the emotions he was invoking within her.