Cole (Obsessed Alpha 2)

“Really, I shouldn’t go.” I close the distance and drag her into my arms, cupping the back of her neck and bringing her face to mine.

“Yes, you should, and you are. I’m not leaving without you, and I can’t miss the wedding. My sister would murder me.”

“What about your brother?”

“Fuck, I didn’t think of him.” Damn, that’s a first. “Shit he’s going to be pissed. I’m going to call him first.” Then I remember that he sent me texts the night before. He probably was just speaking out of his ass last night.

He answers on the first ring. “Hey, lover boy, I wondered when you’d wake up. Your suit is ready for you, but Missy is getting a little worried.”

“What? You sound like you don’t have a hangover,” I accuse.

“I wasn’t as drunk as I made it seem. She’s beautiful, brother, and perfect for you. My dream girl will come to me one day too.”

“Did you play me, bro?” I challenge as suspicion hits me.

“Maybe. You needed a push. She’s hot, and well since you didn’t come home last night, I’m guessing she’s coming to the wedding.”

“Yes, but if you mention how hot she is again, I’m going to break your jaw.” The thought of killing him crosses my mind. I’m fucking insanely wild with jealousy. I take a deep breath because he’s my brother, and I wouldn’t have met her if it wasn’t for him.

“Fine. I’ll be cool. Now get your ass over here before Missy comes looking for you. She’s getting that bridezilla look in her eyes.”

“We’re leaving now.” Just then, Aviana walks out of the bathroom in a tight sea-green sundress that makes my mouth water. I’m not leaving the island until she has my last name. “Fuck, you look so damn sexy. I’m debating myself. Should I demand you change or show off that I have the sexiest woman in the world?”

“Since you’re running out of time, I’d go with the second.”

“You’re right. Let’s get out of here before my sister loses her mind.”

“What about your brother?”

“If it makes any sense, at least it does in his mind, the fucker hoped I’d meet you. He knew I was protective enough to go to the bar and grill you.” I suppose it really did since here I am with the woman who will be my wife one day.

“Instead…”

“Instead, I felt something I can’t even begin to explain.” We’re almost touching, and I know if I get my hands on her again, I’ll lose control. “Let’s get out of here.”

We rush out of her apartment and down to my waiting limo. “Whoa, wow. I can’t believe you had a limo come pick us up.”

“No offense, sweetheart, but neither of us are getting in that deathtrap again.” I point toward where her piece of junk is parked.

“What! It only gave out once.” She gasps, clasping her hand to her chest, laughing adorably.

“Yeah and if there was any traffic, someone would have plowed into us. Besides, this has more room, and I can focus on you.” I brush my hand up and down her arm.

She shakes her head at me, giving me her best scowl. “Oh no, you don’t. It took me a whole five minutes to put this makeup on.”

“Good, then you can fix it while I get my suit on.”

“Ugh, if I must,” she sighs, fighting a smile. I drag her onto my lap and slide my hand to the back of her neck. My thumb caresses her jaw, and I whisper, “You don’t need any makeup. You’re beautiful the way you are. Give me your mouth, Aviana.”

“Cole,” she moans, dipping her head until her soft, glossy lips brush mine. My fingers intertwine in her long hair, tightening my hold on her as she runs her hands over my chest. I drag my lips away, sliding them down her neck. “Shit,” she bites out, throwing her head back and giving me room to taste more of her. I spin her in my arms, so she straddles my hips and lift up her dress.

“Are you ready to come for me again, Aviana. Do you want me to make you cream right here?” I ask, running my fingers over her soaking wet panties. I nudge them to the side and stuff one inside, testing her pain. She doesn’t flinch, so I pump two fingers into her core.

“Yes, please. Give me your big cock. Please. I want it,” she begs. Her hands sliding under my collar and down my back.

“Take me out, baby.” Her little hands mess with my zipper until she frees my cock. With one hand I drag my dick along her slippery entrance, pushing the panties out of my way with the tip, then I thrust into her unprotected womb. “Fuck, yes.” I groan.

“Yes,” she cries out. “It’s too much.”