Alpha Call by BA Tortuga

you two to make coffee while I
get dressed.” Women. Brett rolled his eyes and headed upstairs, noticing that
Wendy stared. Hard.
    He liked that. He liked it a lot, knowing he had her
attention.
    Brett chuckled, leaning against the wall once he got out of
sight and giving his cock a few lazy pulls. Just because it needed them. She
got to him so fast.
    “You’re staying?” Kayla was nothing but direct.
    “He’s mine. I’m keeping him.”
    Well, well. That was sure. He grinned, thumping his cock
down before going to get dressed. Damn, that was a fine thing to hear.
    His jeans were mostly on when he heard her feet on the
stairs. “Your sister said she wanted to bring food later.”
    Her breasts pressed against his back, the warm, soft flesh
enough to make him moan.
    “Yeah? How much later?”
    “Tonight.” She nuzzled his shoulder. “I should probably do
something more useful than borrow your clothes.”
    “I called in for you.” She could be pissed if she wanted, as
long as she kept touching him.
    “Called in?” Her hand wrapped around his belly, fingers
tugging the hair at his bellybutton just enough to sting.
    “Uh-huh. As in called in sick.” His hips rolled and he
shoved the jeans back down.
    “Horndog.” Her fingers wrapped around his cock, thumb
working the heavy vein along the shaft. “Cops don’t call in sick.”
    “You did.” He groaned. Christ that felt good. “Need you.”
    “We just got off.” Her hips rolled against his ass and her
thumb traced the slit in the tip of his prick.
    “Uh-huh. When you look at me the way you did when Kayla came
in…” Yeah. It made him want to howl. Loud.
    “No other women. You’re mine now. Mine.” Her teeth found his
shoulder.
    “I am. What are you gonna do with me?” There was a serious
satisfaction in a woman who could keep up with him.
    “Drive you out of your mind until you decide to run me off.”
    “I was thinking more immediate action, baby.” He reminded
her what they were doing by pressing his hips forward, his cock rubbing along
her palm.
    “Ah. Important distinction.” She was fearless, fingers
touching every part of his cock, fingertips nudging his balls on the
downstroke.
    Brett went up on tiptoe. “It is. I don’t think about years
from now when we’re like this.” Not that he would ever run her off.
    “Mmm.” She was nibbling and biting his shoulders, almost as
tall as he was.
    “Come on, baby.” He was challenging her and he knew it. He
was tough, though. He could take it.
    “Isn’t that my line?” Her teeth stung him, digging in enough
to burn before she moved in front of him, still in his clothes, her hair piled
up on her head.
    “Nope. This is all about showing me what you can do.” He
grinned, meeting her eyes, which flashed a feral gold.
    “Is it now?” She licked her lips, hand grabbing his cock
again, firm, sure, unashamed.
    His balls drew up, his cock aching. “Oh, baby, I can’t
wait.”
    “You have to.” She tugged him over toward the bed and sat.
“I have to improvise. My good hand won’t work.”
    She pulled his cock away from his body, toward her lips.
    Brett held his breath until she took his cock between her
lips. Soft, hot, wet, her mouth felt heavenly. She licked a lazy circle around
the tip, lapping at the head. When she lifted his balls, rolling the sac in a
slow circle at the base of his cock, he barked out a shout of pleasure.
    “Mmm.” Her eyes flashed up at him and she took him in,
swallowing around his prick.
    Goddamn. She’d taken up his challenge and then some. He
steadied her when she almost tipped over, careful of her bad arm.
    She trusted him too, letting him balance her while she
lapped at him, working his prick as if he was a Popsicle. He moved hard, back
and forth, knowing he was taking his own pleasure in a damn selfish way, but
completely unable to care. She was so damn hot, so giving. So hungry for him,
sucking and rumbling around his cock, one hand working his balls like