Alphas Confess All Page 16

  “That’s what happens to bad subs, Jessica.” Gideon pulled her up. Her face was flushed with desire. “Are you going to mind your Master, now?”

  She sweetly bit her bottom lip as she nodded. God, he loved her mouth. He imagined pushing his cock in. It would be a tight fit. That was a plan for later. Come Monday morning, he would call his hot office manager in, and the first order of business would be sinking to her knees. She could start the day by giving him head. And she could bring him coffee. No. He would make her coffee after she’d given his dick a ride. It was only fair after all.

  “He’s got plans for you, pet,” Gideon said with a smirk. He had his arm around their sweet sub. “Reid has the filthiest mind ever. Really, he should be rewarded for it, don’t you think?”

  She murmured her assent as she cuddled close to Gideon, breathing in his scent.

  Gideon turned his gray eyes to Reid. “What do you want? How do you want us? You made this possible. You should run this scene of ours.”

  He jumped at the offer. It didn’t happen often. Gideon was the Dom, and he almost never gave up control. It meant something that he was willing to let Reid direct the action. “Jessica, kneel on the edge of the bed, knees wide. Gideon, we’re going to need condoms and lube.”

  “Am I pitching or catching?” Gideon asked curiously.

  Again, not something Gideon offered to do often, but Reid was going to have to turn down Gideon’s offer to catch. He had plans. “You should warm up because you’re pitching.”

  Gideon got up and walked to the bathroom while Reid pulled a dreamy-eyed Jessica up into his arms.

  “I really love you, Reid,” she whispered.

  Her blue eyes were heavy, but he could wake her up. He kissed her, finally the way he wanted to kiss her. His tongue traced her lips, and she welcomed him inside. He let his hands travel down to cup her breasts. He pulled gently on the rings and promised himself he’d have her hood pierced before the year was out. He wanted to work that piercing with his tongue until she screamed. He wanted chains flowing from her nipples to her pussy. She was his. Her body was his to decorate as he liked and to pleasure as he’d always wanted.

  Reid broke off the kiss, overwhelmed by the need to fuck. He gently pushed her into the position he needed. She knelt on the edge of the bed on all fours, her knees splayed. Her wet pussy was a jewel on display. Reid let his fingers trace the skin still flush with Gideon’s discipline. Her cheeks were flushed and her knees wide enough that he had a view of the rosette of her ass. One day, he would take that, too.

  “Here you go,” Gideon said, tossing him a condom. Reid caught it and had it over his dick in one practiced move. He stood behind Jessica and lined his cock up. Without hesitation, he held her hips tightly and sank in. Jessica moaned and pressed back against him. She was so tight, but she pushed back, forcing her to take his dick. He hissed at the sensation of her adjusting to accommodate him.

  He fucked her with shallow thrusts while Gideon prepared himself. Reid watched him roll the condom over his cock, and then he took his place behind Reid.

  His hands ran up the sides of Reid’s body. “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes.” Reid leaned forward and let his hand move into position over Jessica’s pink pearl. He held himself still while Gideon parted the cheeks of his ass and lubed him up with a strong finger.

  “Oh, please, Reid,” Jessica pleaded. “Please fuck me hard.”

  “I will.” He felt himself being pushed forward as Gideon began to breach his tight hole. Gideon’s big dick tunneled in, and Reid groaned. He was so full. He fought the instinct to shove back against Gideon because he didn’t intend to lose Jessica.

  She wiggled her sweet ass against him.

  “Does he feel good, baby?” Jessica asked, her voice low and husky.

  She wasn’t having any trouble getting into the spirit of things. Her pussy clenched around him. Watching them together seemed to really turn on Jessica. “Yes, he does, love. And so do you.”

  Gideon seated himself firmly in Reid’s ass and held himself there. Every nerve ending in his asshole was alive and throbbing. It was just as bad in his dick. He sighed because he was finally where he wanted to be—in between the two people he loved most in the world.

  Gideon pressed forward and started to fuck Reid’s ass with intensity. Reid let the motion shove him into Jessica’s pussy. He knew he was never going to last. His balls were already drawing up, ready to shoot off. It was too much. It was everything he’d wanted. Reid toyed with her clit, pinching it gently between his thumb and forefinger as his dick pounded into her.

  “Oh, god, I’m going to come,” Gideon announced, picking up the pace. His cock slammed in. He pulled almost out only to rush back in. He pressed forward until Reid could feel Gideon’s balls hit his buttocks.

  He felt Jessica’s pussy clench around him as she came. Her head fell forward, and she bucked against him. Her little muscles milked his cock for all they were worth. Gideon’s dick dragged over the hard nub of Reid’s prostate, and there was no going back. Reid gave himself over to the orgasm. He came and came in hot jets of semen. He felt Gideon jerk behind him and his cock lost its rhythm, helpless to do anything but spurt its seed. Gideon groaned and held himself tightly against Reid as he pumped out every ounce of cum he had.

  Reid fell forward, and they ended in a tangle of arms and legs. His body was lethargic in the happiest of ways. Reid moved to Jessica’s side and pulled her into his arms. She was a soft bundle against him.

  Gideon got up to dispose of the condom, but not before brushing his lips against Reid’s.

  “Thank you.” Gideon’s eyes were lighter and happier than Reid could ever remember. “We wouldn’t be here without you.”

  There were happy tears in Jessica’s eyes as she looked up at him. “Thank you, Reid.”

  Reid sighed and let his head find the comfort of her breasts. He didn’t need thanks. He only needed them.

  Gideon stood watching the sun rise over the mountains. He couldn’t help his smile. He glanced back at Jessica and Reid, who were wrapped around each other sleeping soundly. They looked beautiful together. His heart was so full of love for them he thought it would burst.

  It was hard to believe that six months ago he’d believed his life was over. His family had rejected him, and his career would never be what he dreamed.

  Maybe that dream had been flawed, he thought now as he watched the snow on the hills. What good was achieving his goals if he lost himself in the process? He had new goals now—a life and a home with Reid and Jessica. They would annoy him and push all of his buttons, and make his life entirely worth living.

  It was snowing again. It came down in thick handfuls, raining from the gray sky. It blanketed the already covered ground. There was every possibility the road would be closed, and they would be stuck here in this frozen paradise. Gideon yawned, not at all worried. It could snow all it liked.

  He climbed back into bed, and Jessica immediately turned into his arms. Reid snuggled closer to her and his hand trailed over her waist to rest on Gideon’s chest. They were together, connected.

  Let it snow. He would never be cold again.

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  Keegan Alden considered pulling over to hurl his nerves. Again. In the two miles it took him to get to his best friend’s house, he’d turned around once, nearly lost his dinner, and was fairly certain his shirt was soaked through from sweat.

  This was worse than almost dying.

 
It was morbidly funny how his brush with death had changed him. He’d heard stories all his life. Growing up in his father’s church meant Keegan had seen people find religion after a brush with their mortality. That glimpse of the other side changed people.

  In that moment, lying under the debris from a collapsed house, Keegan had one regret: he’d never told Willow he loved her.

  This Christmas he was going to do more than tell her, he was going to show her.

  Keegan wouldn’t go so far as to say that he was going to seduce her. He was woefully inexperienced when it came to women. But that wasn’t going to stop him.

  He pulled up to the curb at the little house in one of the oldest parts of Ransom, Texas. He recalled years of going trick-or-treating here, singing Christmas carols, going door to door trying to raise money for church or school projects. And he’d done much of that with Willow. All his best memories included her. So why shouldn’t his future?

  There was, of course, one glaring hole in this plan.

  He had no idea what Willow wanted.

  Keegan killed the engine and watched the windows framed in twinkling lights.

  Was she alone?

  He hadn’t told her he was coming home for Christmas this year, mostly because the decision had been spontaneous. The funding for half their holiday plans had fallen through last minute and the humanitarian organization he worked for needed to cut people’s hours. Which left him open for this crazy plan.

  And it was crazy.

  She was his best friend. Had been since the day her parents had dropped her off at summer Bible camp and forgot to come get her. She’d hung out at their house, even had dinner with them while Dad tracked down her family. Looking back, he was fairly certain he’d fallen for her then but hadn’t realized it until much later.

  It was time to do something about that.

  Keegan grabbed his bottle of water and took a long drink. He didn’t have to tell her his feelings tonight. No, all he was doing tonight was surprising his best friend.

  He got out of the car and cut across the grass to the cute, brick one-story house. This time of year a few Christmas trees were set up, their merry lights casting a festive glow on the wilted grass.

  Keegan reached the doorstep and went up on the balls of his feet.

  Just surprising an old friend…

  He jabbed the doorbell and braced a hand on the brick.

  Nothing to be nervous about. You’ve done this before.

  The seconds ticked by.

  Was she home? Otherwise occupied? Not alone?

  He should have called, pretended he was still in Puerto Rico. If she was with someone…

  Keegan didn’t know if his heart could take it. He’d watched dozens of other guys take her out, use her for their amusement while ignoring her needs. She deserved better.

  The door swung open, leaving the screen between them.

  His breath caught in his throat.

  Willow stood on the other side in an oversized Ransom PD sweatshirt with neon-green running shorts and rainbow striped knee-length shorts. Her wavy brown hair was half up out of her face.

  She stared at him with wide eyes and her mouth hanging open.

  An invisible hand squeezed his heart so tight his knees went wobbly. She was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

  “Hey, Will,” he managed to say.

  “Keegan?” A bright smile lit up her face, easing some of his apprehension.

  Willow shoved the screen door open, nearly smacking him with it. She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He lifted her off her feet and closed his eyes, breathing her in.

  This was what he wanted.

  “Keegan, what are you doing here?” Willow’s hold eased and she slid to her feet, looking up at him with light in her eyes. “You’re supposed to be playing Santa. You can’t be here.”

  She didn’t move away from him. He kept his hands on her waist, basking in her glow. “Plans changed.”

  “Oh my God. How long are you here? Do your parents know?” She grabbed his hand. “Get inside. You aren’t wearing a jacket. Do you even own one anymore?”

  “It’s not that cold.” He chuckled and let her drag him inside.

  “We’ve only had three frosts this year. It’s weird.” She let go of his hand and shut the front door, looking up at him. “I can’t believe you’re here. You’ve never seen my place.”

  “No.” He tore his gaze away from her to glance around.

  It was one of those 1950s homes that hadn’t seen many updates. From the entry he could look into the rectangular living room on his right with the bay window. On his left was the dining area and kitchen. In front of him was a coat closet that hid the hallway leading to the bedrooms and bathrooms. It was a familiar layout. Several of his friends growing up had lived in similar homes. But this one was Willow’s.

  At a glance, he could tell that the furniture was secondhand pieces spruced up with a coat of paint. But it was hers. He knew it meant a lot to her to have a place to call home after a childhood spent bouncing around, never knowing if she’d still have a bed.

  A small Christmas tree sat on the bay window seat decorated with plastic candy in bright colors and rainbow lights. Under it were a few wrapped presents.

  “Okay, so it’s not much to look at,” Willow said after a moment.

  “It’s nice. Did the kitchen get updated?”

  “Yes.” She practically bounced. “Granite countertops, all new appliances.”

  “Nice. I’m using a propane stove still.”

  “You do not.” Her jaw dropped.

  Keegan shrugged. “It’s not so bad.”

  “But I thought the house thing…?”

  “Funding fell through. It’s not a big deal.”

  Willow grabbed him by the forearms. “You’re really here. For how long? Did you tell me if your parents know?”

  He chuckled. She had asked and he’d forgotten to answer. “Yeah, they know. I think I’m staying for a few weeks. Our budget got cut for the holidays and we aren’t sure what the New Year looks like. It’s kind of a mess.”

  Keegan had gone to work for a humanitarian organization out of seminary. He’d been a firm believer that helping people came before everything else. Which was how he’d spent his adult years first in Haiti and now Puerto Rico following Hurricane Maria.

  “When did you get here?” Willow tugged on his arm, walking backward toward the sofa.

  He glanced at his watch. “About four hours ago.”

  “And you came to see me first? What about your parents?”

  “They picked me up from the airport.” He sank down on the sofa and hooked their fingers together.

  A feeling of warmth and rightness settled in him as he looked at Willow.

  This was where he was meant to be. At least, he hoped so.

  Willow Taylor hated Keegan for showing up without warning. Of course he didn’t know she needed seven days’ notice to prepare herself for seeing him. He couldn’t. That was the whole point.

  He didn’t know how she felt about him. And he never would. That was the agreement she’d made with Pastor Alden. She could hang out with Keegan, they could be friends, but that was it. To her adolescent self, the safety of that friendship and the ability to come and go from the Alden home had likely kept her safe more times than she wanted to admit. Besides, she knew Keegan was on a whole other level from her back then.

  The difference now was that she had changed, fought against the mold her parents had created for her life. She had a job. A home. She was recreating herself from the town slut into a law-abiding cop who lived a quiet, boring life.

  Not to mention she was also wearing her cruddy sweatshirt, dirty running shorts, and knee-high socks. Keegan couldn’t show up when she was freshly showered, wearing something cute, and her makeup was perfect.

  “Do you want to take a picture?” A smile spread across his scarred face. “It might last longer.”

 
Willow chuckled. She had been staring. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

  She tightened her hold on his hand. It technically went against her rules when it came to showing affection for the best man in her life, but she didn’t care. He’d almost died, and this was the first time she’d gotten to see him in person since then.

  He was maybe an inch or two taller than her with wide shoulders that seemed capable of supporting the world. If she looked at him without the scars objectively, she’d consider him moderately attractive. Funny enough, the almost shoulder-length sun-streaked brown hair actually looked good on him. She’d been skeptical when he’d begun growing it out, but now? With the scars? It was a good look for him.

  For Willow, it wasn’t the package that had made her fall hopelessly in love with him. It was who he was. How he treated people. His heart. Growing up the way she had, poor, relying on the generosity of others, she’d seen the worst in people. But Keegan? He gave her hope that there was better out there. And that was all the more reason she should let go of his hand. There was no escaping her reputation. She’d always be that slutty girl people turned their noses up at even if she didn’t act that way anymore. In this small town, that was her title.

  The whore.

  And Keegan was the golden boy. The pastor’s son. A humanitarian who lived to help other people.

  “And I’ll be here for a little while.” His thumb swiped over her knuckles.

  She stopped breathing and tried to memorize the way his skin felt, how big his hands were. Small details that made up the bigger picture of Keegan Alden.

  God, she loved him. Always had. But it had been clear to her from the day he’d offered her an extra ice cream at Bible camp that he was too good for the likes of her. The best she could hope for was to be his friend.