The Loneliest Alpha (The MacKellen Alphas) (25 page)

No,
she didn’t care. Not at all.

“Sometimes
a bad girl needs a firm hand.”

He
started tugging down her jeans. The tight fit made him work for it yanking the
left side then the right, down and down, until they bunched around her knees.

Her
lower half was bare for him save for the lacy thong she wore—made by her of
course. It was comfortable and fit her body perfectly. The thong was cotton on
the inside where it touched her skin so her skin could breathe and was covered
in bright white lace on the outside. It looked great in contrast to her skin.

She
was bent over a table in the kitchen with Gavin MacKellen behind her, her
cheeks bared for him and yet he didn’t touch her.

A
minute passed and then another one. Finally, she looked over her shoulder at
him and found him gazing down at her derriere with primal, male hunger. His
lips were parted, eyes ablaze, and cheeks dark with color.

Those
eyes lifted to gaze at her and then something happened. He smiled. Not a happy
smile, but a predator’s grin that made hairs stand on end and her skin tingle.

“Turn
around.”

She
did.

At
his first touch, she let out a little yelp, her body twitching.

Only
all he did was touch the back of her neck with his fingertips and began
trailing them down her spine ever so slowly.

Anticipation
started to build for the moment when he’d have no more shirt left to touch and
would go straight to skin.

And when
it finally happened, the touch was so much sweeter than she could have
expected.

His
palm flatted over her lower back, the touch reverent, before it slid down and
smoothed over her cheek. His hand lingered, cupping her, palpitating the flesh
and wringing erotic twinges from deep inside her.

Yet,
when the first slap came she still hadn’t been expecting it.

A
hoarse cry tore from her lips. A burning sensation exploded where he’d slapped.

And
the ache grew inside her like wildfire. All she knew was she wanted more of his
touch, wanted more and more until she flew apart.

 Another
slap came from his fierce palm right at the bottom of her cheek making her cry
out and hang her head, hands clinging to the table for support.

When
he didn’t immediately touch her again, her hips arched toward him, beckoning. “Gavin.”
She moaned. “Please.” She was wet and hot in her center, more than ready for
him to fill her.

His
ragged breathing mingled with hers into erotic music. He liked this just as
much as she did, perhaps even more.

Then
he curled his fingers around her shoulder to lock her into place and spanked
her left cheek, stinging the flesh. Again and again. Stopping only to rub the
stinging cheek and soothe, all the while her thighs trembling and her body aching
to be filled.

“I’ve
never seen anything more beautiful, sweetheart. The things you make a man wanna
do.”

He
massaged her cheeks with both hands now, lifting and spreading her, looking at
her everywhere.

Face
flaming, she dropped her upper body into the table, giving him the weakest part
of her. A submissive to her alpha.

“Gavin.”
All she could do was moan, words vanishing from her vocabulary.

Need
burned inside her. She needed him right then in that very moment to pull that
thong down and enter her. She wanted it more than she could ever remember
wanting anything—even seeing his face.

“Makes
me wanna do things I ain’t got no business doin’.”

More
hard spanks landed. He paddled her with his open palm in a quick patter: right,
right, left, left, right, left, right, left. And then he stopped and caressed
her so gently all she could do was breathe.

“Please.”
She remembered another word in her vocabulary. Thank god. She spread her legs
as far as she could, aching for him to slide his fingers where she needed him.

“Please
what?” he asked in that ragged voice of his. “Please touch you?”

She
nodded jerkily.

Masculine
laughter trickled over her making her shiver. Then his hand slid between her
legs to stroke her over the thong.

A
strangled moan tore from her throat. He trailed his fingers over her cleft in a
petting motion. She could almost come from just that sensation. That’s how
close she stood on the precipice. She struggled to stifle her ragged moans and
sobbing pleas.

“Gavin,
please.” There, a two-word combo. She really was getting better.

His
touch disappeared. Her eyes flew open as a protest formed at her lips, but then
he was tucking his finger into the sides of her underwear and tugging it down,
down, down to bunch atop her jeans.

Bare,
completely bare to him.

Good
god, if he didn’t fuck her right now she was going to scream.

“Gavin!”
she exclaimed, losing her patience.

More
of that delicious masculine laughter caressed her and then he spanked her hard
making her suck in a breath.

“Good
things come to those who wait.”

“They
better not have to wait long.”

He
was right, she learned.

Warm
fingers slid across her wet pussy, feeling and caressing, learning her.

“Don’t
know if I’ve ever felt anything this good,” he said roughly.

“Wait
’till you’re inside me.”

He
groaned and pushed a finger inside her as if he couldn’t wait to find out. Her
jaw dropped, body tensed as she simply felt the erotic sensations. He pumped
that digit in and out, working her body into a feverish rhythm that could only
lead to one place.

“I
gotta taste you.”

Her
eyes flew open in shock. In a flash, his touch vanished and her jeans were
yanked down to her ankles and her legs spread.

“Bend
over further.”

She
did. The position opened her legs to him and gave him that juicy center he
asked for.

The
first touch made her breath catch until she had no choice but to force herself
to breathe. His soft, wet tongue passed over her sensitive folds, tasting her
like one did an ice cream cone.

He
grabbed her hips and shoved his shoulders between her thighs, then got busy,
focused. A man on a mission. A mission, she was excited to say, he was going to
succeed in with flying colors.

Because
as he sank a finger back inside her, his tongue found her sweet clit and
flicked across it with hungry strikes.

Her
entire body tensed as flames erupted across her skin, burning her at his touch.
She wished their positions were different so she could wring his hair in her
hands and watch him work her.

But
oh my, this was so naughty. So bad.

And
he was doing such a brilliant job of it that she couldn’t possibly interrupt
him.

Her
body clenched around the moving finger and then he made it two, twirling that
tongue faster making all her muscles pull tight as one big release built.

The
curling tension inside her built until it had no place else to go and it had to
explode. His touch was taking her there, her delirious cries echoing in the
kitchen.

A low
growl against her, a possessive, wicked sound. It set her off like a
firecracker.

Her
climax tore through her, ripping her to shreds and melting her down into a
whimpering pile of goo. It was so good. Too good. She needed more. Muscles
squeezed tight around his fingers and released in a gush around him and he
absorbed it all with a ravenous growl.

Instantly,
she wanted to do the Gavin ride all over again, only this time with his cock
inside her.

He
rubbed his cheek along her thigh before sitting back down in his seat and
pulling her into his lap. She wrapped her arms around him, burrowing her nose
in his neck as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Oh.
My. God.”

His
chest rocked with a quiet laugh. “Yeah,” he agreed.

She
pressed a kiss to his neck, licked the warm skin there. Her body felt warm and
relaxed. Languorous, like bathing in the warm sun on a hot day.

“Let’s
do it again.” Her teeth sank into his neck, a gentle bite of insistence.

The
arms around her squeezed. “That’s not a good idea right now.”

She
pulled back to look at him. “How is that not a good idea? I’m aching and wet,
your cock must be about to explode, and my pants are already down. Sounds like
a
great
idea to me.”

His
hooded eyes practically glowed with hunger. But he stood her up and stepped
back. “It’s too soon.”

“For
what?”

“For
sex.”

“Why?”
she asked, getting pissed. She was serious when she’d said she was still aching
and wet. She needed a certain something from him to get rid of that and
probably a few rounds of it.

He
sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair. “Sit down.”

Her
eyes narrowed. “No.”

So
did his. “Sit. Down.”

She
sat, pouting and hating that she was pouting.

He
moved around the kitchen putting away the leftover food and rinsing off their
plates in the sink. As he did this, she felt silly sitting there with her pants
down so she pulled them up.

“You
must have balls of steel.”

He
grabbed the dessert out of the fridge, grinning that stupid MacKellen smirk. “How’s
that?”

“I
felt that hard-on. There’s no way you don’t have balls as blue as ice about
now.”

He
shrugged. “Maybe, but I’m not wasting this dessert you made just because I
wanna get off.”

“Maybe
I’d like to help you get off,” she said quietly.

His
eyes met hers then something that could only be a blush colored his face.
Shaking his head, he set down dessert and said, “Dessert first.”

That
brought a smile to her face. ‘First’ implied there’d be a ‘second’ and ‘second’
would involve his incredibly talented hands and mouth touching her, so she
quickly plated out the sweet biscuits, strawberries, and cream.

Their
plates looked like a mess and his smirk told her he noticed her rush. Though he
also didn’t say anything about it either so they both ate, she twice as fast as
him.

And
he had seconds so she got to watch him eat, her impatience rising like a tidal
wave. He was a hearty eater, taking big bites that would take her two separate
mouthfuls to get down. But he ate with calm and care like a man who appreciated
his meals.

As
soon as the last strawberry was off his plate, she snatched it from him and
rinsed it off.

She
turned around knowing her eyes were as wild as she felt. There was no helping
how she felt now. He’d let the animal out of the cage.

“Upstairs
now. I expect your pants to be off.”

Gavin
stood. He did a good job of trying to control his surprise, but she sensed she
still shocked him. He strode to her and cupped her cheek. “You sure about that?”

She nodded
quickly.

His
smiling lips caught hers in a sweeping, tongue-meshing kiss that left her
panting when he broke away. She tasted herself in his kiss and her body
strained for more.

He
strode away and her eyes narrowed on his retreating back. Was that a strut to
his stride she saw? Her lips twitched. Rushing around the kitchen, she put the
rest of dessert away before racing upstairs to Gavin’s bedroom.

Only
she didn’t find him on the bed sprawled out in naked abandon as she’d wantonly
envisioned.

Instead,
she found him hunched over the toilet making unmistakable retching sounds.

Darn
it all to hell. She’d given Gavin food poisoning.

CHAPTER 16

Alicia’s
stomach clenched at the raw sounds. Tiptoeing to the open bathroom door, she
peered inside. Gavin was bent low over the toilet bowl, one arm slung over it,
sweat forming over his scarred forehead.

Watering
eyes looked up at her, pinched in agony. “Get outta here. Something’s wrong.”

His
back muscles jerked, twitching with spasms and then his head dipped back into
the bowl—more retching.

“I’m
so sorry. Let me help.”

Grabbing
a cup, she poured some cold water in it in case he wanted to clean his mouth.
Still the sounds of straining filled the bathroom making her flinch.

“Really,
I’m so sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten anyone sick with my cooking
before. But…”

Suddenly
her stomach clenched and her throat flexed. Something very bad tried to come
up. Slapping her hand over her mouth, she ran from the room to her own
bathroom.

The
stomach cramps hit her in waves of twisting agony. It wouldn’t stop. Everything
she ate came back up in hot bursts and when that was done she somehow ended up
vomiting even more.