Owned: An Alpha Anthology (64 page)

FINDING OUT BY LILA ROSE

8

After Stoke cleaned himself off, he stood and mumbled something about getting takeaway for their lunch and he’d meet Fox out the front. His parting words were, "Lucky, lucky fucker." Which caused Fox to laugh.

Even though I was embarrassed by what we just did in front of him, I still yelled after him, "Bye Stoke." As I put my jeans back on.

His reply, "Later, sweetheart."

Then I turned to Fox ready to ask him some questions and tell him my worries, but he got there first. Pulling me to his chest, he shared, "Stoke and I have been mates since I joined Hawks. He was the only one I talked to. He’s the only one, the only fuckin’ one, I’d let see you half naked with my cock inside you. You like people watchin’ us, I’ll take you to a nightclub where we can do that, but no one touches you. If you fancy my brother watchin’ us again, I can deal with that." He grinned. "I like showin’ what I have off, makes me fuckin’ happy that they know I get to have you when they can’t. Whatever you want, whenever you want it, we’ll deal, yeah?"

I licked my lips and nodded. "Okay…um, as long as no one touches you too. I wouldn’t like that," I admitted. For someone to watch what we had together was a big turn on, but that was it. I wouldn’t want anyone to join in or touch what was mine either. So I totally got what Fox was saying and I was all for it.

"Good, no one would ever touch me but you." His lips pressed against mine gently. "I gotta shoot off. See you tonight."

"Ah, Fox?"

"Yeah, precious?"

"The wedding’s tomorrow."

"I know that, cupcake. What of it?

"Um, do you have a suit?"

He threw his head back and laughed. I liked seeing that a whole heap. When he calmed down, he kissed me quickly and said, "Ivy, there is no way in hell I’d be caught dead in a suit, even when I’m dead. I’m a jeans man, precious, and your family will just have to deal, yeah?"

"Okay." I smiled. I could handle that. After all, he was willing to put up with my family.

"I gotta go, cupcake. Stay in the shop. Griz should be here soon."

"Yeah, handsome," I murmured against his lips, and then kissed him long, deep and hard, pulling a groan from him.

He shifted back and ran a hand down my cheek. "How is it that we’ve just fucked, good and proper, but I’m already hard to go again?"

"Um?" Was all I could say because right then I really wanted to go again as well.

"Shit, Christ." He kissed me one last time and took two steps to the office door. "I’ll take care of you again tonight." He smiled over his shoulder.

I clapped and uttered, "Yippee." Shaking his head, he laughed before he disappeared.

I walked around my desk and slumped down in my chair, sighing, but smiling. I really could not believe that just happened.

Oh. My. I had awesome, wonderful sex in front of Stoke and I liked it, a lot…not as much as I loved my alone time with Fox, but still, at least I discovered a new turn on for me.

After I tidied up, I walked back out to the front of my café and found Griz sitting in the corner booth so he was facing the whole store. As I made my way to the counter, I smiled and waved at him. He sent me a chin lift. I gestured with my hand up to my mouth, sipping an invisible coffee, and then with my other hand I pretended I was munching on something. I could see his chest moving; he was chuckling at me. He gave me a wink and I took that as a yes, so I went ahead and got him some lunch.

I was getting the hang of being a biker’s woman. Now all I had to do was work out what the grunts and some of the chin lifts meant and I’d be set—because let’s face it, those men communicated in their own secret way with chin lifts.

# # # #

Saturday morning, I’d woken late and now I was running around like a mad woman or like a chicken with its head cut off. All this while Fox calmly sat at the kitchen table with his feet up on another chair sipping his coffee with an amused smile upon his lips.

"Cupcake, calm the fuck down. We have three damn hours," he said as I was going through my kitchen drawers looking for some extra bobby pins. I turned my head to glare at him and saw Trixie wander in, trot over to Fox and lay at his feet. He put his feet on the ground and bent to give her some attention.

I shook my head and went back to the dilemma. "Fox!" I screeched. "Three hours isn’t going to be enough. I still have to shower, dress, and put makeup on; have breakfast because God only knows why my stupid cousin would have a wedding right at lunch time." I turned fully to Fox with my hands on my hips. "I mean, who does that, handsome? A wedding right at lunchtime. She knows people will be starving. Why would she do that? Does she want everyone cranky?" I threw my hands up in the air. "She probably does, which means we need to feed you up before we go. I can’t have you getting cranky, even though you’ll get cranky having to be around my family, but I mean even crankier. You’ll end up killing everyone and then we’d have to go on the run…after we come back and pack and get Trixie—hmmm, maybe we should pack before we go? No, no, no, I’ll just feed you up real good and calm your beast." I turned to the pantry. "Now what do you want to eat? Steak, bacon, stir-fry?"

"Cupcake?" Fox said, his voice had me looking over my shoulder to him straight away. Yes, he was laughing his arse off. "Before you have a panic attack, go and start to get ready, I’ll make us something for breakfast and I’m sure as fuck ain’t having steak or stir-fuckin’-fry for breakfast." He stood, came at me and pried my hands away from the cupboard doors. "Move your arse, woman, or I’ll smack it."

I bit my fingernail and pondered the smacking. Would we have time? That was the question.

"Christ, woman, you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to the fuckin’ wedding. Get your arse in the shower before I change my mind about even attending your dipshit cousin’s wedding."

He was serious. I could tell. Kissing him quickly, I jogged from the kitchen. Usually Trixie would be at my heels, but she stayed with her new master. I couldn’t blame her. He certainly was my master in bed.

"Don’t forget to feed your beast, we need to tame him," I yelled down the hall. I knew I couldn’t get an answer so I went for my shower.

I showered and dressed in a long, shoestring strapped, black dress. I was just applying the final touches to my light make-up, just like Zara had done for me, when Fox called from the kitchen, "Cupcake, you better fuckin’ come eat before we have to go or you’ll be the one killing your family ‘cause you’re so hungry."

I smiled and made my way down the hall. Upon entering the kitchen, I heard Fox hiss, "Fuck." My eyes met his warm ones as they raked over my body. "It’s gonna be the shortest wedding in damn history. We’ll give ‘em two hours and then I want you here on your back with my cock inside you while you wear that dress."

I giggled. "I guess you like the dress."

"Christ, woman, I love it. Eat so we can go and get home quicker," he ordered.

# # # #

I made sure we sat at the back of the church for the ceremony so no one would notice us, which they didn’t. It helped as I also had us in the corner. I told Fox I wanted to show him off, but I wasn’t ready just yet for the questions and…evilness. He chuckled, no doubt thinking I was being over the top, but he didn’t know. Once he found out, I was ready to tell him ‘I told you so.’

Outside the reception room, at a ridiculously expensive hotel, I stopped Fox with a hand on his chest. He looked down at it and then to my eyes. "Um, I ah, I left out one part of information."

He closed his eyes and sighed, "What?"

"I said your name was Max and that you’re a cop," I said quickly.

He opened his eyes wide, but then they turned slanty. He glared at me. Uh oh. "I was under pressure when I was making you up. By the way, we’ve been dating for two years," I added and pouted.

"Fuck me," he growled. "No, cupcake. No, we ain’t fuckin’ lyin’, especially when I will be around for a fuckin’ long time."

"Fox," I whined. "Oh, my God, please just go with it; otherwise, what am I going to tell them?"

"We’ll wing it," he smiled.

"Wing it?" I yelled.

"Yeah, precious," he said, taking my hand in his while I was in shock. Opening the doors, we walked into the room.

Like the vultures they were, we were surrounded in seconds by my mother, father, Aunt Lisa—Leanne’s mother, bitch-cousin herself and her new husband.

"Brace yourself, handsome, brace," I uttered out the side of my mouth, throwing his words back at him. His eyes were hard, but he grinned for me and placed his arm around my waist.

"Ivy-lee, I see you finally made it," Mum sneered. "You should have seen the ceremony. It was beautiful."

Fox looked down at me and mouthed, ‘Ivy-lee.’ I shrugged. It was just my mum’s way to make my name sound more elegant. I thought it sucked. Throughout my whole life, Mum always thought she was better than anyone. Even her children. To her we were a burden, she brushed us off to the cooks and cleaners, in the house I was brought up in. I think it had something to do with the fact that her parents were the same to her. My mum grew up with money and was taught at a young age not to care about anyone else but herself. She was mean and vindictive, even toward her own husband.

Dad and Mum met at a young age, when she wasn’t so uptight. A very long time ago, he used to be fun and caring, but she drew that out of him. Now, he was a man with no backbone. He lived his life quietly and worked long hours to get away from his wife.

Really, I was surprised that my sister, brother and I turned out half-normal when we had no love in the house as children.

"I was there, Mum. We were sitting in the back. You just didn’t see me."

"Oh, I saw you." Aunt Lisa smiled, eyeing Fox. She then continued to lick her lips. I glanced at Leanna to see she was also eyeing Fox.

"Why didn’t you say anything, Lisa?" Mum questioned her sister, who ignored her.

"So this is your mystery man, Max?" Dad asked.

"Um…" I began.

"No. I’m Fox Kilpatrick. I’m your daughter’s new man. We’ve been dating for nearly two weeks now."

"Really and what happened to Max?" Mum asked, the look on her face told me she never believed my lie in the first place. Her next words backed that look up. "You may as well come clean. I knew no one would date you for two years. You’re too annoying, even as a child." My cousin laughed. Dad sighed and walked off to the bar while my Aunt still eye-fucked my fella.

"It’s true," Leanne added. "You never could keep down a boyfriend. They only wanted you for one thing, God knows why," she looked me up and down, "and once they got that, they took off. Pitiful really."

"Oh, come now. Let’s not forget Lester," Aunt Lisa said. They all laughed.

I groaned. Lester was our neighbour when I was fourteen. I had a major crush on him, and he pretended to like me because my mum and Aunt paid him to.

"So let me guess, dear," Mum started, "this here…" she gestured to Fox with her hand and a gleam in her eye. Even she liked the way Fox looked. "…is a friend of a friend helping my poor child out so she didn’t look like a fool in front of her family. She has always been the lost soul of the family. The black sheep that no one could handle being around for too long." She moved to Fox’s side and took his arm, leaning into his side. "That is so sweet of you," she cooed. "Let me know if you need anything. I’m more than willing to help."

Fox raised his top lip at her and shook her off. He stepped back bringing me with him. He looked down at me and glared.

"Sorry," I uttered. Because I was so very sorry. This was all a mistake. I should never have put him up to this, made him put up with my family. No one, none of my friends liked them; hell, I didn’t even like them.

"Cupcake," he growled.

"Did he just call her cupcake?" Leanne gasped. "More like a mountain cake. Her arse looks like she eats a whole heap of them. Why did you even make me invite her?" she whined, no doubt to her mother.

"Because we had to show that we can understand when it came to people like her."

"Fuckin’ enough," Fox barked.

"Fox," I started.

"No, precious, you don’t put up with that. My woman doesn’t put up with that, even if they are fuckin’ family."

"Keep your voice down, young man." Mum warned.

"No." He let go of me and stepped up to Mum with Aunt Lisa and Leanne beside her. "You do not talk to my woman like that. From now on, you will be sweet and charming to her. I don’t give a fuck if you’re her mother or not. If I see or feel her body tense once more because of words you, any of you, have spoken to her, then I will make you pay. My woman, Christ, your daughter, is the best thing to happen to my life. You don’t even deserve to be in her presence. But she’s too kind for her own good and came to this shit, over-the-fuckin’-top wedding." Fox took a step back and held my hand. "You threaten her again into something like this, you’ll be hearing from me," he warned. All of them were frozen in shocked states. The room was quiet. There were several eyes on us, and then, from the bar, came clapping.

I turned wide-eyed to my father, who was smiling big and clapping. "Here, here," he said.