Bait & Switch (Alphas Undone #1)(22)

I could feel the heat of him through my jeans and rocked back and forth, my climax right there, so close . . .

“I’d rather be inside that pretty cunt of yours, but ride it, baby, take what you need,” Nolan whispered in my ear.

His filthy encouragement did me in. I fell over the edge, my body trembling as a powerful orgasm crashed through me, making me cry out. Blinding pleasure sprinted through my veins and drowned out everything around us.

As aftershocks pulsed through my body, I buried my face in his neck, my heart racing. I should have been embarrassed about riding him like a mechanical bull in his truck, but my lust had driven out any shame.

Realizing I was still planted in his lap, I climbed back over into the passenger seat of the truck, discreetly checking Nolan’s lap to make sure I hadn’t left a wet spot there. God, that’d be embarrassing. He wasn’t wet, but he was still rock hard, the entire front of his jeans bulging.

Unable to tear my gaze away from his erection, I asked, “Don’t you want me to . . . ?”

“No. You don’t have to.” His gaze was laser-focused on me, genuine concern in his eyes. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Of course. I’m fine,” I said. Something clicked in my brain. A sour voice whispered, Maybe he hasn’t pushed you for sex because he’s getting it from someone else. The realization stung hot and bitter in the center of my chest.

“I should go,” I said, drawing my purse into my lap.

Thinking about Daniella shouldn’t bother me so much. I shouldn’t care why Nolan didn’t want me to get him off. But my throat was still knotted with disappointment.

“Hey. Just breathe.” He used two fingers under my chin to bring my gaze to his. “I can’t promise you romance, and I sure as f*ck can’t promise you forever, but I can offer you this. Now. And I promise everything I’m feeling for you is real.”

I nodded, still dizzy from the power of my earlier release, and utterly confused about where this was all heading. I was starting to feel something real for him too.

And that was very, very dangerous.

Concepts like right and wrong, single or attached seemed murky at best.

I wanted him—plain and simple. But would he still want me when he learned the truth?

“I’m going to be out of town for a couple of nights,” he said finally. “But I’d like to hang out again when I get back.”

I nodded. “Okay. I’ll talk to you soon.” I stumbled from his truck, still in a daze, wondering where this path could possibly lead me.





Chapter Eight


I’ve been watching you. I know your routines, your habits. You come home from work, dead tired, and sometimes make yourself a cocktail while you turn on the TV—not to watch it, just for the background noise. Then you take a long shower that fills the bathroom with steam.

When you emerge from the shower, you’re more clear-headed and calm. But you always worry . . . I know it. I see the stress etched into your brow.

I know you wonder. About me. About the future. You do a damn good job pushing those worries away; I’ll give you that. But not quite good enough.

I know your secrets, your desires, and the skeletons you’d prefer remained hidden. The closer I get, the more you pull away.

It’s strange how connected we are, yet you have no idea. No f*cking clue about everything I’ve been through.

I’m almost done waiting. Almost ready to take back what’s mine.





Chapter Nine


Nolan

It was late afternoon when I pulled my black pickup truck back into my parking space. These last few days had been long and tiring. Under Redstone’s name, I’d helped the Fort Worth police department investigate a puzzling spike in gang activity. Apparently, an Oklahoma City drug ring had imploded about a month ago, and some of its members had fled across state lines.

But I didn’t give a shit about that anymore. I’d fulfilled my contract, pocketed my check, and now I was back on my home turf. And there was only one person I wanted to see right now.

For the entire drive back into town, the memory of Lacey planted on my lap in the cab of my truck had tortured me through every mile. The sounds she’d made as she rode me were burned into my brain. Helpless cries and shaky whimpers that went straight to my dick, made my balls draw up just thinking about it. Damn. I couldn’t get her out of my head. Yet something about the whole situation felt off somehow. I couldn’t shake the unmistakable feeling that I needed to proceed with caution. Figure out my next move.

I turned off the truck and grabbed my phone to send a text to Daniella, letting her know I was back in town. I didn’t get a response right away, not that I expected to. Having been gone the last several days, I was unaware of her work schedule. Exiting the truck, I walked straight to Lacey’s apartment and knocked on her door.

When she opened it, she grinned and threw her arms around me. “You’re back.”

Her open affection was different from what I was used to, but my whole body relaxed at her touch. My hand settled against her lower spine, returning the warm physical contact.

I had taken that out-of-town gig in the hope that some distance would clear my head. Help put this woman situation into perspective. But with Lacey in my arms, I suddenly couldn’t remember what I’d been confused about.