His Mail Order Bride (Alpha Men 1)

Stone,

I figured something must have come up. I made a small dinner. I saved yours and put it in the warming drawer in case you were hungry.

C.

I frown. She has to be really nervous. Her note even has a different tone than her letters. In her letters she was never so short and concise. It’s one of the things I loved. She would write pages to my one-page note.

The dinner is unexpected. Carly had mentioned she hated cooking. Having her make my food wasn’t what was most on my mind, but this shows that she’s willing to cook the occasional meal and that’s an added bonus for sure. I open the drawer and find a stir-fry with steak and noodles in it. I’m not big on vegetables, but I’m hungry enough I don’t really care tonight. I grab the plate and a beer from the fridge and sit down. The house is quiet. That was another thing I was hoping to avoid tonight.

The food is good, if you forget the vegetables. I eat a few of the carrots and what I guess are peas. Would it be too much to ask to have some potatoes in it? I put the dishes in the sink and decide to go to the bedroom. I might not be able to talk to her tonight, but having her in my bed will soothe something inside of me.

As I move through the house I get a scent of jasmine. I like it. As I open up the door to my room, the scent begins to fade. My bed is there, still made and completely untouched. I walk back down the hall. The first spare room is empty, but in the second there’s a lump of quilts in the middle of the bed. That’s it. I can’t see Carly anywhere, but the room is dark except for the moonlight coming through the windows and the scent of jasmine is strong enough I figure she’s buried somewhere in there. I’m torn.

I want to carry her to my bed and hold her there. But I don’t want to scare her off. My dick is throbbing with the need to claim the woman that I’ve decided was mine for the last few months.

I finally back away and head to my shower. I need to jack off so I can get some rest. I may do it this way tonight, but this will be the last night my hand takes the place of Carly’s warm pussy.

Chapter Four

Carly

I wake up suddenly, the sound of a closing door echoing. I blink as my eyes try to focus in the dark. I can hear footsteps in the hall. I look at the bedside clock and it’s getting close to eleven. I suppose the right thing to do would to be go and talk to him. It would be cowardly to hide in my bedroom. I want this to work, even if I’m not the person he’s been writing back and forth with. I need to make an effort. I was sleeping in the pajamas I brought with me. They’re pink and fuzzy, pretty nondescript. The top is barely more than a tank. I decide to go and brush my teeth before I talk to Stone, and to slip on my robe.

A few minutes later I’m knocking on his bedroom door. He doesn’t answer, but it’s slightly ajar. I open it gingerly, unsure of what might greet me. His room is empty. I start to go back into the kitchen when I hear his shower. My gaze automatically moves toward the sound and I stand frozen.

The bathroom is connected to the bedroom and it’s all open; there are no doors to differentiate the rooms. It’s just one big space with a huge soaking tub, double sinks and a huge walk-in shower. A walk-in shower that has a glass door from floor to ceiling. I would think it was a steam shower, but there’s no steam. I can see Stone clearly. He’s huge. He has muscles everywhere. His chest is so wide that he looks like a professional football player made to tackle anything that got in his path. His arms are muscular and big, reminding me of the width of a young tree, solid and firm… intimidating and sexy at the same time. His hair is long too. It’s dark, wet and spills down his expansive back. Some of his hair has fallen forward, hiding most of his face from view, and I wish it would move. I’ve seen a couple of pictures of Stone, but they didn’t prepare me for this. In person, he’s so much… more. He’s more of everything. Every. Little. Thing.

My gaze travels down farther to take in his stomach and the muscles clenching there. He’s got abs, the kind you see on a man in a magazine and know they can’t be real. Soap bubbles are sliding over him and I go weak in the knees watching. I’ve never been in lust before, but I definitely am now and it is instant. And then… my breath stalls. My heart speeds up to the point that I hear it drumming in my ears. My eyes are glued on his hand.