7 Degrees of Alpha (a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances) (59 page)

“Oooh!” she shouted. Mouth open and eyes wide, she looked over her shoulder.

Fully seated in her, Craig paused. “You okay?” he asked.

With a look of alarm, she said, “Give me a second. It’s too much. I need a minute.”

Smiling, he assured, “Little Bit, you can take it. You‘re good and ready. See?” he said and then he deep stroked her.

This time when she said, “Oooh,” there was a lot less alarm and a lot more moan. He did it again. And again. And again. And he kept on hitting her pussy like he owned it and was mad it had been away from home. He slid his hand down her hip and lifted her leg to give himself some more room.

Serenity was grateful for yoga. If she had only known downward facing dog with stacked hips was preparation for this, she would have practiced more often! Now, he had her where he wanted her. He went to work in the pussy. The strokes were faster and harder and she was keeping up with him. Every time he hit it, she was bouncing off and coming right back with a power back stroke. They were both sweating and straining. Serenity had a death grip on the wooden hand rails and was feeling like a dandelion in a high wind. She was light, free, and flying!

“You’re so strong,” she said.

He chuckled and decided to show off a little. He moved his left hand from her shoulder down to her left thigh and picked up that leg too! This man literally had her ass in the air.

“Open your legs wider,” he said.

Gasping for air, she did and then he just kept hitting the bottom of her pussy.

“Give it to me,” he commanded. “Give it to me!” He put one of her legs down and with his now free hand, smacked her ass. “Cum on this dick!”

She came and screamed a bunch of gibberish
loudly
. He dropped her other leg and pulled her up so she was practically sitting on his lap. He pounded her pussy until he finished, swearing, jerking and damn near scalping her.

She didn’t care. She was leaking tears and shaking.

Her pussy was clenching his dick so hard he thought,
Shit she’s tight.

He reached down to make sure he hadn’t lost the condom to her wildly tight snatch. That would suck. No one liked digging for condoms. Trembling, he separated from her body and watched as she sank into the water and rested her head on the side. He was not in much better shape. He sat down.

She looked at him and said, “Let’s get in the bed. I think I’ve had enough hot tub.”

Still breathing heavily, he said, “Give me a minute,” while running his hand through his hair and looking up at the heavens.

They never saw the three men in the woods.

Chapter Eight

The Bad Guys

The walk back was fairly quiet as they made their way to the lakefront cabin. As they neared what they thought was their cabin, they heard water and moaning. A few short steps and they could clearly see the couple Anthony had seen earlier.

Whoever they were, he was eating her pussy like it was his favorite meal.

“Look at the tits on her!” Chris said, with a notable tone of lust.

Melvin and Anthony both made hushing sounds at him. They watched it all.

Chris and Anthony were off task. Chris was imagining himself between the woman’s thighs. Anthony was admiring the dude’s technique and making a mental note to do the shit the very next chance he got.

Not Melvin. Melvin was looking at his tattoos. He couldn’t see very well. It was night and the guy was pretty far away. But that tat bore a suspicious resemblance to his uncle’s tat. His uncle was a retired army MP. Now that dude was not his uncle, but he was fucking huge and had what appeared to be an army tat. This could prove to be a problem.

After watching the man and woman walk wobbly-legged inside the cabin, he put his finger to his lips and gestured at Anthony to lead them to the right cabin. Melvin was feeling unsettled. Veterans were kind of whack. They had a lot of belief in truth, justice, and the American way. They were rule followers, squares and sometimes a problem.

Earlier

Chris, Anthony, and Melvin came to as the sun began its descent. The events of the day before and the troubled sleep that two of them had had did not make for a well-rested start to the day. Melvin had awakened with a hangover, and the stressful conversation that followed had done little to improve the situation. Neither had the fact that there was not a single aspirin in the cabin. Melvin, being the type of guy he was, didn’t feel too upset. At least there was
food
. After their talk this morning, they each had found a place to be comfortable and laid down to rest. They’d needed it.

Melvin woke first. He used the time to do a thorough search of the cabin. He, in fact, was a party guy. He had never claimed to be built for making and selling drugs. He knew he was smart as hell, though. He had a discerning spirit, and he fully understood many situations that his boys often failed to consult with him about. A time or two he’d had to pull all their asses out of a fire that never should have started. One time he’d told them to stop treating him like he was the motherfucking help. He recalled that day clearly.

“I may not be operating with a hair-trigger temper, but I do have one and you should fear it. Stop trusting every round ass and big titty split tail you come across, they’re more dangerous than these dudes! Trust!”

The situation at the time had resulted in the unfortunate accidental death of a woman who had tried to slide into the clique. They’d caught her stealing a freshly made batch of Pink Passion, Melvin’s specialty meth. Pink Passion was very popular, and it sold at a higher price.

In an effort to figure out why she’d chosen to rob them and who had sent her, Chris had gone overboard. One punch too many had left her unconscious for days, and finally she’d had a violent seizure and died. Melvin had damn near gone crazy. He made Chris and Anthony get rid of her body. They’d put her in a wooden box that was tightly made and sealed her inside with Melvin’s colony of Dermestidae beetles. Melvin had charged them each two hundred and thirty dollars. He’d said that it was for his time and trouble, and that was how much it would cost to replace the colony of beetles, “twice over.”

Chris and Anthony had forked over the cash, fairly certain that Melvin was on some bullshit. That was until ten days later when they’d opened the box and the woman had been nothing but bones. The beetles had completely stripped the body. Nothing was left. Just hair and bones.

Melvin had purchased a used wood chipper for cash off craigsList. He’d made them put her bones through the wood chipper and then dump the broken bits down the sewer. They both had nightmares for weeks, but it also elevated their respect level for Melvin. He was dangerous. It was a sneaky kind of dangerous, much less obvious, but no less respected. They started calling him Beetle, but he made them stop. He explained that it was nothing they should ever again discuss. It was an emergency contingency not to be associated with them at all.

While he was looking through the cabin, he came across a small pistol with a box of ammunition. With a contemplative expression, he pocketed both items. Just in case shit got extra, he might need some backup. God knows he wasn’t in a position to fight Anthony, let alone Chris. He had a feeling Chris might be a problem sooner or later. Most likely sooner, if his stress level didn’t get managed.

He also found a box in a closet that had soup and dried goods like instant pasta and rice meals. He assumed Ant’s parents had put it away to keep a stash of food hidden from the renters.

After going through drawers, closets, and looking under beds, he found a couple of bottles of vodka. That wasn’t his preferred drink, but he could drink anything free. 

Feeling somewhat satisfied, he took the box and liquor and headed back to the main area. As he was walking through, both Anthony and Chris stirred.

“What time is it man?” Anthony asked.

“What’s in the box?” Chris asked.

“It’s getting close to sunset,” Melvin replied to Anthony and, “More food,” he said to Chris.

The thought of more food perked them both up, and they got up to check out Melvin’s treasure.

“It’s mostly more of the same, processed food. Still, it will be cool to have some options over the next week. Also, there is vodka. I don’t want to hear any shit about me drinking, either. I’m grown. I will cook, but I will also be drinking. Get over it.”

“Hey man, do you. Just don’t blow us the fuck up while you cook,” was all Anthony said.

Chris said, “I don’t give a shit. I’ve seen how you are when cooking up a batch. You are like a mad scientist. You waste countless beers, popping tops and never going back to them. You
say
you are going to drink, but the reality is, once you start making a batch, you get into it. You not going to hit that vodka until the batch is done, if truth be told.”

“You know that,” Melvin said as he prepared to make fettuccine Alfredo out of the box. It was his preferred brand too.

After he set the water to boil, he emptied everything from the box into the cabinets and put the vodka in the freezer. “Hey Ant, holler at the girls again. Find out what’s new since this morning. Find out if there is some bail we can contribute to.”

When Chris heard that, he scoffed. “
Bail
? Man, you out of your mind. There won’t be any bail. We can chip in on a lawyer, but they got busted in a meth house. Judges don’t give meth lab curators bail. Not in Texas, anyway.”

Anthony considered this and said, “True. Still, it never hurts to check. Plus, if we offer up help, that will let them know it wasn’t a Benedict Arnold situation.”

Chris resumed his cabinet scan after shrugging his shoulders. They could do whatever they wanted to do. He would put up three thousand dollars max. He had a small inheritance from his grandparents that he had never accessed. If he made a withdrawal or transfer, it would alert his parents. He used his dope money. Otherwise, his parents would keep hounding him.

He didn’t want to use his dope money for a lawyer. He needed traceable money to avoid notice. Posting bail for some drug dealers would surely bring attention of the 5-0 variety. His parents would see a transfer to a law firm, but they knew what he was up to, so they wouldn’t be surprised. The lawyer wouldn’t tell them anything, and they didn’t know how to find him anyway, so he could just dodge their calls.

The fellas sat down and started making plans.

Anthony said, “Look, these cabins are not the only ones out here. There are some older cabins used mainly by hunters out in the woods. I say we walk out and see what we can find while there is a bit of daylight. There were three near here when I was last in this area. My sister and I found them while hiking. I doubt anyone is out there now. We can go hang some hunting vests on the porch and if another group comes along, they will keep going. It‘s kind of a first come, first serve situation. I would guess we have less than one hour of sunlight left. Let’s try to find the nearest one and set up for cooking.”

Melvin said, “Look, I think that we should check it out, but you have to ask yourself if this is too far off the beaten path. If so, how are we going to transfer all those chemicals? Can we drive? Will we have to take it there on foot? Also, once we get started, what if some hunters come by? You know how they are, all friendly and chatty. I would almost rather stay here.”

Chris agreed with Melvin. “Look, I’m not interested in a hunting cabin, but like Mel said, we can go check it out. I think hunters are likely to be out and about on a weekend in November. They might be looking for Thanksgiving dinner.”

Having each spoken their view, they agreed to look and made their way out to the woods. They each were armed with a flashlight and Melvin with the pistol he had found.  It was a frustrating journey. Anthony had not been this way for quite a while, so they got lost. They kept coming out on a country road.

Chris said, “These some tiny ass woods. We keep coming back to the same road.”

“No one hardly drives this road,” Anthony snapped. “And these woods are not tiny. Stay on the path. We just have to go back to the fork and go in the opposite direction.”

Anthony was right; the woods were not tiny, but he was also wrong because there were several forks off the main path. It wasn’t long before they were grumpy, hungry, and tired. Finally, they came upon one of the ramshackle hunting cabins. It was old and ragged, but the door wasn’t locked and there was a generator behind it. The generator was chained to the porch.

The sight made Melvin laugh. “Ain’t nobody coming all the way out here to steal a generator!”

They had to use the flashlights at this point because it was dark. In the faint distance some time earlier, they’d heard what sounded like a car’s motor, but they weren’t concerned. The hunting cabin actually had some beef jerky and nuts inside, which they helped themselves to.

Refreshed after their snack, they once again headed out, this time toward their temporary home.

Chapter Nine

The first thing Melvin said when they reached the cabin was, “We need to find out who the guy is.” His tone was flat and left no room for argument.

Chris and Anthony were confused.

“Why?” Anthony asked.

Melvin insisted, “We need to find out who he is for a number of reasons. One, he is huge. Two, it appeared to me he had an Army tattoo on his shoulder. Now, my family doesn’t have a lot of service people, but my uncle was a MP. It looked the same. We don’t want an army MP getting wind of what we are doing, especially not one that big.”

Chris said, “I know you aren’t scared because he is big. That’s what I’m for! Calm down, I got this.”

Anthony agreed. “I think you are worried for nothing. Still, it won’t hurt to figure it out tomorrow. Since this is my family’s cabin, I will go investigate. You guys lay low. I will introduce myself and act like a weekender. It will be fine.”

Melvin immediately disagreed. “No. We don’t want him having anything on us like faces or names. He looks like he is going to be over there all night. We know he is in that cabin across the lake. Y’all should go check it out. I doubt he locks the door. I can either start cooking or start moving equipment to the hunting cabin. What do y’all want to do? There is a risk at either location. I almost prefer to stay put versus moving all our crap into the woods, even with the big guy around here.”

Silence reigned while the fellows weighed their options.

Melvin let them make the final decision because he already knew that he was willing to hit the road and put his thumb in the air to get out of here. He didn’t like that the lake was not deserted. He was nervous that there was possibly a military policeman nearby. He hated the look in Chris’ eyes as he had watched that lady. Chris was a
beast
. He had been known to make an unwilling chick take the dick. Melvin wanted no parts of that.

Anthony, being the salesman finally said, “Look, I agree. We should sit tight. If we have to make a quick getaway, at least the car is right here. That beats having to run through the woods to the car. We will just build a fire and burn pine cones to cover the scent as much as we can. Also, I think we should go one house over for the cooking. That way, if something goes down and we have to flee, it won’t lead back to my family and us too quickly. Let’s disregard the couple. For all they know, we are here for some relaxation just like they are. Just avoid being pulled into a friendly conversation.”

Chris followed with, “After we move the equipment, I will go on around to his cabin and see what is what. I will be back in a couple hours. It’ll take me a while to get around the lake.”

All three nodded their heads and set to carting what they had nicknamed the distillery to the next cabin. A few hours later, that end of the lake smelled pretty rotten, but they kept a fire going in the front yard and for a while, the pine cones tossed on the fire seemed to be doing the trick.