The Alpha Men's Secret Club 3: Fallout: A Scorchingly Hot BBW Shifter Romance (4 page)

6

The next day when Kate returned to campus, people swung to look at her as she alighted from the cab.
All at once, she could discern the difference. People were whispering to each other and blatantly pointing at her.

She immediately blushed.

They knew
.

Even if the Dean and his staff kept it a
secret, that bitch Fiona Montgomery certainly wouldn’t. So Kate did the only thing she could. She held her head up high and marched back to the room she shared with Michaela.

Only –

“How could you?” Michaela’s shriek greeted her like a banshee’s wail at the door. “I’m your best friend in the world – your
only
friend in the world – and you didn’t think to tell me you were fucking Rust O’Brien?”

“
Sssssh!” Kate could see heads popping out of the dorm rooms everywhere. She quickly popped her entire body in and slammed the door shut.

“Everyone knows,” Michaela avowed.

“I know.”

“The word is spreading around like a herpes virus.”

“I know.”

“Why did you keep it from me, girl?”
In Michael’s voice was a deep-seated hurt.

Kate’s heart sank. She knew she had hurt Michaela by keeping secrets from her. She took Michaela’s hand and sat her down on her bed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you then because I was afraid of losing him. But I’ll tell you now. I’ll tell you everything.”

And so she did – the way she had pursued Rust to
THE ALPHA MEN’S CLUB one night and what she had done after. About what they had done in front of Carlo. About what Fiona had done to Rust. She relived it all again, and her heart pounded as her emotions ran the gamut of her fierce longing for Rust to the ephemeral anger she had felt when he had been done wrong.

Michaela was in turns aggrieved and sympathetic and
amazed. At the end of it all, she clutched Kate’s hands and held them tightly.

“I’ll find that Carlo and Fiona Montgomery and tie them
into a knot together. Then I’ll sit on them and make pancakes out of them,” she said fiercely.

Despite her distress, Kate had to laugh at the mental image that presented.
“I think they might like it. But the whole thing was bound to come out anyway.”

Michaela stroked Kate’s hair protectively.
“You need to go to class. But don’t worry.
I’ll
go with you and be your bodyguard.”

Tears sprang to Kate’s eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

They hugged, best friends for life. It was gratifying to know that Michaela was really someone who stuck with her through thick and thin. Even though the world was sometimes harsh and unforgiving, it had its blessed moments too.

Together, they went to the bathroom
to prepare themselves for the backlash.

7

When Carlo Estes
reported for work at the restaurant the next night, the manager called him into the office. The manager handed him an envelope.

“What’s this?” Carlo said.

“Severance pay.”

“What?”

“We can no longer employ you at our establishment.”

Carlo froze.
“Why not?”

The manager shook his head. “It’s complicated. There’s three months
’ pay in here. More than generous. Should be more than enough to set you up so you can find a job elsewhere.”

Carlo’s jaw clenched.
“This is about Rust O’Brien, right? He did this!”

The manager splayed his hands. “
No comment . . . but you’ve had several complaints from members. And we can’t afford to keep you around anymore.”

“You know, there are laws against this!”

“Who are you going to sue? We are a private club catering to a very private clientele. Clientele who would pay very much to remain under the radar, and that might include silencing those who would jeopardize their discretion.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Just a friendly warning, Carlo. Just go your way.”

Carlo hesitated, and then he snatched the envelope from the manager’s hand and stalked off.

So he had just lost his side job.

This wasn’t the end of it.

Not by a long shot.

8

Kate was in Rust’s bedroom, but they weren’t on the bed. Rust was standing
by the ceiling to floor window and it was night. The cityscape glittered like stars in a diadem.

Kate was on her knees and Rust’s back was pressed to the cool glass. She was giving him a blowjob.
She was getting very good at it too. But there was an added complication. Her hands were tied with rope behind her back, and her large breasts were also bound – at the base – with three loops of rope each.

She angled her throat so that she could take as much of his huge cock into her mouth as possible.
She mimicked fucking movements, and he reveled in them. He moaned, taking huge fistfuls of her hair in his hands. He didn’t need to guide her head anymore. She knew what he liked – and how hard or fast he liked it – and she knew how to give him exactly what he wanted.

He rammed his cock into her mouth. She squeezed her cheeks. He was funneling his rod into her mouth.
Harder. Faster. She strained at her wrists – a natural tendency – but her bonds held tight. In this bondage position, she was not in control . . . and yet in control.

He withdrew his glistening cock. The tip was weeping with his almond-tasting creams.
He stroked the sides of her mouth and her cheeks with his cock, and then he inserted it into her mouth again.

“Take me deep,” he commanded.

She swallowed him as much as she could, but her gag reflex was threatening to push him out. She settled for as much of him as she could, and they found a comfortable angle in which he could escalate his back-forth movements again. In, out, in, out – he went. Until he was dribbling cum all over her tongue, and she could taste every part of him – his wetness and his spilling seed. And her own pussy was molten down there, dripping with her own need to be filled.

When he finally shot his
wad into her mouth, it was a surprise, because there was so much of it. It crept into her throat and she had to swallow it whole. But there was too much of it, and so some of it dribbled out through the side of her mouth.

The entire act should be demeaning – the fact that she was his slave – but she found it
incredibly hot.

He gasped as he withdrew his now softening cock from her mouth. She knew it would take a while for him to be hard again, before he could
penetrate her where she needed him to – in her pussy.

“Kate.
Darling Kate.”

He laughed softly as he wiped the semen off her face and neck with loving gestures
, massaging the fluid into her skin like a balm. Then he scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her to his bed, still in her bound position. He laid her on it.

“Comfortable?” he asked her.

“Yes.” She was lying on her back and her arms were still pinioned behind her, compressed by her weight. She was helpless to whatever he wanted to do to her, but that was completely fine in her book.

He got into bed beside her and stroked her
bound breasts. He pinched her engorged nipples.

“I’ve decided what I want to do,” he said.

She tensed. This was it, she thought. The moment he was going to tell her he was leaving.
I’m sorry. It’s been nice, what we had, but I now have to pick up the shambles of my life and move on from you.

He said, “
I have to go to New York.”

Her heart sank.
But you knew it was coming!
Of course he was going home. What else was there left for him here but pain and reporters and gossip?

Me. I’m here
.

But am I enough for him?

He went on, “I’m going to meet with my parents. Talk certain things over. I haven’t seen them in a while.”

He paused.

“I’m going this weekend.”

A lump bolted to her throat. She wanted to hold him, plead with him not to leave, but her hands were literally tied behind her back.

Then he said, “Do you want to come with me for the weekend?”

Her heart stopped. What was it about this man that he could play her emotions like guitar strings?

“Come with you just for the weekend?” she squeaked.

“There’s a
‘thing’ going on. Shifter gathering in New York.” He paused. “I’d like you to go as my mate.”

Your mate?
Was she hearing things clearly?

“It isn’t as if we’re mated for life or anything,” he said hastily, lest she get the wrong impression. “It’s just like a date . . . only . . . different.
It’s a shifter gathering. Kind of like a rave. But don’t worry. No one will touch you with me there. Unless you want them to. And if
I
let them.” He said this last grimly. Possessively.

A delicious thrill coursed down her spine.
A rave. A shifter rave.

He was asking her to be his mate for the Gathering?

He said, “I’ll cover all your expenses, of course. And have you back here by Monday so you can go to class.”

“I see.” She hesitated, not wanting to sound like a
clingy girlfriend. “Will you be coming back?”

Ever?

So many questions. So many unspoken words.

“I have things to sort out,” he said evasively. “I’ll let you know, OK?”

“OK,” she said in a small voice.

He tweaked one of her nipples and then bent down to kiss her lips.

“You’ll like it,” he said.

9

What choice did she have, really?
He had her at ‘New York’. She didn’t want to ask him anything else beyond that. She sensed he didn’t know the answers himself.

So she told Michaela where she was going and no one else.

“Are you sure, girl?” Michaela said with concern.

“I’m just going for the weekend.” Kate brushed it off with a laugh.

“And then? What if he asked you to stay?”

“We haven’t crossed that bridge yet. If he does
– ” She took a deep breath.
I hope he does
.

Tears glistened in Michaela’s eyes. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m only gone for the weekend!”

“No. I mean . . . I’m
gonna miss you . . . after you leave us forever.”

“We don’t know that!” It was true.

They hugged anyway. And she felt like it was really goodbye.

After that, Kate took a cab to the airport. She and Rust were on separate flights, and he had already gone two days earlier.
He had gotten her a first class ticket. First class! She had never flown anything beyond coach before, and so she was all goggle-eyed when she checked into the first class lounge and sampled everything on the buffet table. (OK, a little slice of everything.)

Rust had told her not to bring an extensive suitcase. “Wardrobe provided.” And she knew he would mean exactly that.

Then it was on to the plane. United Airlines. Her every whim on the plane catered to.

“First time to New York?” the stewardess asked her knowingly.

“First time on first class,” Kate admitted. “First time to New York. First time for everything.”

“Going for a special occasion?”

“Yes.”

“Ah . . . there’s a special someone in your life. I can tell by that glow on your cheeks. You do have the most amazing complexion,” the stewardess cooed.

Kate wondered if she did that to all the passengers.

“Yes, there is,” she said happily.

She landed. There was a limo waiting to pick her up from the airport. The driver came around to help her with her suitcase.

“Traveling light,” he joked.

“Yes.”

“I’m Hector, by the way. I’ll be your driver for the weekend.”

Kate was hoping Rust would be in the passenger’s seat, but he wasn’t. Oh well –

“Where are we going?” she asked Hector.

“To check you into the Four Seasons.”

The Four Seasons!

For the next hour or so, Kate was transported into another time and place. She couldn’t stop looking out of the window. Hector was a seasoned New Yorker, and so he could point out the sights which would be interesting to a gawking tourist like her.

“That’s Broadway . . . it cuts diagonally through the grid. You’ll
be wanting to catch some shows here. You’ve seen many shows?”

No.

“That’s Times Square. That’s the Rockefeller Center. That’s Central Park. It’s late, and so there’s no one around.”

Indeed, it was two hours ahead of her time zone, and it was near midnight already.

“Do you know where Mr. O’Brien is?” she said.

“He was having dinner wit
h his parents.”

“Oh . . . is he staying with them?”

“No. He’s staying at the Four Seasons, just like you, Miss.”

“Can you tell me anything about his parents? What are they like?”

But Hector shook his head. “The O’Briens keep their own counsel, Miss. It would be remiss of me to tell anyone outside their family what I know of them.”

“Of course.
I’m sorry for asking.”

“It’s OK.”

They finally rolled in front of the Four Seasons, and Kate was transported into another five-star paroxysm of luxury. She was shown to a suite. A suite! (Swoon.)

W
hen the bellboy led her up to it and opened the door for her, there was a bottle of champagne in ice and a huge bunch of flowers waiting for her. Together with a note.

DARLING KATE,

I WON’T BE ABLE TO JOIN YOU TONIGHT. I HAVE TO SETTLE A FEW THINGS WITH MY PARENTS. ORDER ANYTHING YOU LIKE AND CHARGE IT TO THE TAB. THEN GET SOME REST. A CAR WILL BE AROUND AT TEN A.M FOR YOU TOMORROW. I’LL MEET YOU FOR BRUNCH.

Disappointment floored her. So he was staying with his parents after all. Or someone else. Her heart prickled, and she knew that it was irrational of her to be jealous for no reason at all at a time like this.

“Everything all right, Miss?” the bellboy said.

What? Oh right, he was waiting for his tip. She hastily rifled in her purse for some change. How much did someone tip a bellboy in a place like this? She didn’t have much on her, and so she settled for a five.

“Thank you,” the bellboy said graciously.

“Was this suite used last night? By a tall, dark and handsome man?” She realized she was delving into cliché.

“I was off last night and so I wouldn’t know, Miss. Enjoy the flowers and champagne and call if you need anything.”

He doffed his cap and shut the door behind him.

It was all she could do but enjoy the suite then.

Alone.

There was a lounge and little bar outside, and a doorway which opened to a large bedroom done in hues of orange and lavender.
Kate threw open the closet. To her delight, there were several items in there, including their labels on the plastic sheaths and the accompanying lingerie and accessories.

FRIDAY NIGHT.

SATURDAY MORNING.

SATURDAY NIGHT.

SUNDAY MORNING.

She wondered if Rust selected her wardrobe himsel
f or if he had a personal shopper do it for him.

She picked up the one labeled FRIDAY NIGHT.
Inside was a lovely green silk nightgown which was lustrous to the touch. A pity he wouldn’t be seeing her in it.

She fell asleep alone in her king-sized luxurious bed with the
eight-hundred per square inch thread count bed sheets, dreaming of Rust and wondering if he dreamt about her too.