Fated An Alpha Male Romance - K. Alex Walker Page 0,10

top of me, and then groan in conclusion after a few quick, hard pumps. If I tried to raise my hips, he’d shove them back down. If I tried to kiss his neck, he’d edge away. I literally had to lie completely still until he was finished, leaving me even more aroused than I was before he touched me.

Roderick absolutely never touched me between my legs. The single time that I did push his hands a bit south, the minute his finger dipped into my wetness, he rushed to the bathroom to wash them. Imagine having to lie in bed and listen to your man wash his hands after intimately touching you, longer than he washed his hands after using the restroom. Then, when I’d asked him about it, he’d mumbled something about it being disgusting because he used his hands to eat.

But…Ethan had used his mouth on me.

I’d been waiting for the mind-blowing orgasms and bodies sprinkled with sweat that Gia had talked about. Yearned for it, even. Yet, it never showed up. Not until tonight anyhow.

Ethan’s scent was embedded into my skin and I grinned like someone with Botox injected into their cheeks while I took whiffs of my hair, never before noticing just how much I loved the way he smelled. Even though the abrupt flash of desire that had erupted between us had caught us both off-guard, he hadn’t treated me like a quick lay. He’d been diligent, thorough, and had paid attention to every aching part of my body.

I’d wanted him to make me climax with every fiber of my being but was too afraid to ask for it, so watching him drop to his knees and then feeling his warm tongue between my legs made me realize that for the past two years, Roderick had just been getting by.

Guilt nearly crippled me as I turned onto my sister’s street. It was late. Her husband Eli was out of town on a business trip, and since it was a little past eleven, I was sure that their daughter, my five-year old niece Kai, was asleep. Gia was most likely still up and working on an art piece.

My sister was as free-spirited as they came: she had beautiful wild natural curls in swirls of blonde, brown, caramel and mahogany, and her bohemian style came with a full palette of colors and flowing patterns. She was an independent artist—and quite successful at that. Eli, on the other hand, ran his own fitness center in New Orleans, which would soon expand to Baton Rouge.

I straightened my clothes and fixed my hair as much as I could, then ambled up to the front door. I lifted my finger to press the doorbell but the door swung open. Kai was still up and dressed in a nightgown with a child’s bonnet on her head. Her small hand grasped the door handle and her blue eyes studied me intently, strikingly sharp against her almond-brown skin.

“Kai, you’re not supposed to be getting the door by yourself,” I gently scolded.

“I saw your car pull up so I told her it was okay,” Gia announced, walking up behind her. There were splotches of bright blue paint on her shins, arm, and cheek. When she was finally near enough to take in my obviously disheveled appearance, her eyes widened.

“Kai, baby, go on up to your room,” she said, crouching next to her daughter. “Read one of those cool new books you just got. Auntie Alle and I have some grownup girl talk to do.”

“Will you come up and say goodnight before you leave?” Kai asked me, her face slightly saddened.

“Of course I will,” I told her. “I’m sorry that I didn’t give you your usual hug and kiss, but I’m all dirty from, uh, work.”

With a nod, she raced up the stairs and Gia tugged me into the house by the arm, closing the door behind me at the same time. She pushed me until we were in the smaller part of the three-car garage that she’d converted into a tiny art studio, and then took in my appearance again under the high beams of light.

“You’ve been fucking,” she said with happiness in her eyes as though she’d been the one wrapped around Ethan not but an hour ago. I cringed slightly, and set my purse down on her deep pink loveseat tossed with pillows in different colors that all somehow matched. Even though her ability to be unapologetically vulgar made me flinch, I so