Falling: A Sexy Alpha Romance Collection

“Jett!” Van, the other guitarist in the band is stalking towards us with a foul look on his face.

“Fuck,” Jett mutters under his breath.

Van stops in front of us, his hard stare focused on Jett. “What the fuck is this fundraising dinner you’ve agreed to?”

“It’s to raise funds for cancer research. I thought you’d be all over it after what your mother went through.” His voice is tight, controlled.

“Yeah, but why the fuck would you sign us up for it when you know full fucking well who else is going to be there? I told you I never want to see that motherfucker again.”

Van is radiating anger, his green eyes flashing with wild intensity. He’s all edge and jaggedness, and I’ve seen the women flock to him tonight. Van’s pure rock star with his dark, shaggy hair, piercings, tattoos, and couldn’t-give-a-fuck aura.

“When I signed us up, I didn’t know who would be there, and we can’t back out now.”

Van looks ready to explode with his anger and rakes a hand through his hair. “Fuck!” He turns and takes a couple of steps away from us before looking back at Jett. “If shit goes down there, it’s not my fucking fault,” he declares and then stalks out of the room.

“Fucking hell,” Jett mutters and lets me go. He rubs the back of his neck, and I don’t say a word because it’s clear he needs a moment. Once he gets himself under control, he says, “Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologise.”

The air is still tense around us as he calms down. Then he grasps my elbow and begins walking us to the door. “I need to get out of here,” he says more to himself than to me, and I follow wordlessly. I have no problem with leaving this party. I didn’t even want to be here in the first place.

As we pass through the door, people slap Jett on the back and say goodbye. He’s not interested, though, and doesn’t respond to any of them. His intent to get us out of here fast is obvious.

He stalks through the corridors and leads us outside to a waiting limo. Without a word exchanged, he indicates for me to get in and I do. He still seems a little worked up about his run-in with Van.

As he settles on the seat next to me, he leans back and drops his head onto the headrest. Pushing out a long, heavy breath, he says, “Jesus, I could do without some of this shit today.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

Angling his head to look at me, he replies, “Not really.” His hand slides around my neck and he murmurs, “I just want to kiss you and get inside you again. You good with that?”

I nod and he doesn’t give me a chance to say anything before his lips come down on mine. I moan into his mouth. His kiss delivers bliss as if it’s being injected straight into my bloodstream. The effect is intoxicating, and I want a never-ending supply of his drug.

He ends the kiss and pulls away so he can watch as he slides his hand up my top to cup my breast. His eyes shift to mine, and our gazes stay connected while his hand pushes my bra cup aside so he can tweak my nipple. When his entire hand covers my breast, I feel it in my core. His gaze is still focused on mine, and that alone is enough to cause want and need to spiral through me.

Oh god, I have to have him now.

I move so I’m straddling him, and press my lips to his. I kiss my desire into his mouth, and he groans as I press my pussy against him. He’s so hard, and I can’t wait any longer for him. I pull away and breathe out, “Condom?”

He reaches into his pocket for his wallet and gives me a condom. “You gonna fuck me, sweetheart?”

I rip the foil packet open and unzip him. There’s no time to waste, and I have his cock in my hand a second later and roll the condom on. “Yeah, baby,” I say as I strip my pants and panties off. And then I straddle him again and push myself down onto him. He sucks in a breath as he fills me, and I watch as his eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

“Feel good?” I ask as I move up and down his length. If it feels as good for him as it does for me, we’re both in for a good time.

His eyes open to look at me. “Yeah,” he grunts and then moves his hands so one grips my neck and the other takes a hold of my hair. Pulling my hair, he commands on a growl, “Don’t fucking stop. Your pussy is like paradise on fucking crack.”

His dirty words work me up even more, and I fuck him with a relentless pace. We’re both chasing this, needing the release. Sweat slicks our skin as we careen towards heaven. As it starts to hit, I bend my head and bite his shoulder, swallowing the scream I can’t deny.

“Fuck!” He bucks underne

ath me and comes. His head leans against my shoulder as he surrenders to it.

I ride it out, wringing every last drop of what he’s giving me. When I’m done, I sag against him, exhausted. We stay like that for a while until he eventually lifts his head and says, “Fuck me, Presley, you know how to fuck.”

“You sure know how to compliment a girl,” I tease him.

“Just calling it like I see it.” He winks at me and lightly slaps my ass. “Where are we at with that addiction of yours? Have I fulfilled that promise yet?”