The Rules We Break (The Alphaletes Book 4), page 9
“She’s hot,” Trevor says as he points at the screen.
“Definitely. And she’s obviously smart and will have no problem putting you into your place when you need it. I like her.”
I swipe on her, and the app announces that they’ve made a connection. I type out a quick, but smooth, message to her like I’m Trevor. It’s obvious that his infatuation with Erica is hurting everyone involved, and I don’t think he’s trying to be a bad guy. I think he’s just a little selfish and doesn’t want to live a life without her. Which is fine, but he doesn’t have boundaries, and he clearly needs them. They say the only way to get over someone is to get under someone else, but based on Trevor’s playboy reputation, I’m thinking he needs something with a little more substance if he has a chance of moving on.
I know, look at me being all saintly.
The girl’s response to my message comes almost instantly.
“Hope you have something semi-decent to wear. You have a date tonight.”
Trevor
The dark liquid in front of me swirls in its smooth glass. The liquor is near mesmerizing, or maybe it just is in comparison to the woman across from me. Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot. Her long blonde hair, full red lips, and tight body would be a great way to waste the night away.
Unfortunately for both of us, the moment she opened her mouth was the moment my interest faded. Her voice is fucking annoying, like the high-pitched voice from that nanny sitcom my mom used to watch. She immediately started talking about how many kids she wants and where she wants to get married. I get that I have been out of the actual dating scene instead of just the hook-up game for a while, but even I know that’s fucking crazy.
Let’s be real. I only came because I knew Sage would bug the fuck out of me until I relented. I’ve got my rules for a reason, and number five is the most important reason of them all. You fall in love, you get hurt. That’s just the way it goes. Still, I can’t help but see her point even slightly.
I’m in pain every fucking day because no matter how hard I try to stick to my rules, there is one little problem. I’m still in love with Erica, and at this rate, I don’t know if I ever won’t be. So, maybe trying to see one woman a little more frequently wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I’m not saying I want to fall in love and undoubtedly get my heart smashed to smithereens again, but maybe something consistent could help distract me from the redhead who never leaves my mind.
Except this woman. She is definitely not consistent casual hookup material.
“Are you even listening to me?” her nasally voice whines, causing me to lift my eyes from the glass for the first time in easily ten minutes as I look at her.
“Truthfully, no.”
Her mouth parts like she’s shocked by my honesty. I may be an asshole, but I vowed to myself almost ten years ago to being an honest asshole, no matter what, no lies. She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she shoves her phone into her purse, slings it over her shoulder, and slides out of the booth of Blackwoods where Sage chose for our ‘date.’
My eyes roam around the room before landing on the little raven-haired devil. Sliding into the booth, Sage stays quiet with a smile playing on her lips as she takes a drink out of her dark-colored glass.
“Enjoy the show?” I scoff.
“Yeah, kinda. I thought you’d be all smooth pickup lines, dropping her panties to the floor within two minutes. You looked like you were more interested in taking that Pappy home than her.”
“Did you hear her voice?” I say with a lift of my brow.
She rolls her lavender-colored eyes in annoyance, but I see the smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
“The whole bar heard her voice. Still, you could have tried.”
“And you could have stayed home,” I grumble as I drain my glass, gesturing for the bartender to get me another.
“And miss the opportunity to watch you crash and burn? Not on your life, Michaels.”
“Well, what now? You gonna admit this was a stupid idea and let me be miserable in peace?”
“God no. I’m too meddlesome for that, but for now,” she pauses as a waiter about my age sets down another round of drinks for both of us, earning a smile and a wink from Sage before she lifts her glass. “We drink,” she continues as she raises her glass, clinking it against mine before downing it in one go.
“This isn’t a college bar serving well bourbon, you know? This is meant to be savored, enjoyed.”
“No, it’s meant to get me fucked up and nursing the same glass all night isn’t going to get the job done,” she says as she calls over the waiter again.
“Can we just get the whole bottle? Put it on his tab,” she says as she gestures to me.
I roll my eyes but don’t refuse as he goes to the bar coming back moments later with practically a full bottle of Pappy. Sage takes the bottle, filling both of our glasses halfway before looking at me. Her dark hair falls in her face a little, but one run of her hand through the silky tresses has them pushed out of her face in a way that reminds me of just-had-sex hair.
Does everything this woman does just exude sex appeal? She’s not even old enough to be in this bar, and yet she’s been charming every waiter, bartender, and man who walked in here like the temptress she clearly is.
I don’t think she saw me watching her as she sat at the bar. My head was facing forward, but my eyes were tracking her every movement, fascinated with the confidence she radiated, the way she carried herself, and the obvious draw she had over every man and woman in this bar.
“Question for a question, yeah? If you don’t want to answer, you drink,” she asks as she lifts her glass slightly.
“Why?”
Those vibrant eyes roll as usual, I swear to God they’ll get stuck like that one day with how often she does it.
“Because it’s fun, jackass. Just shut up and agree.”
I bristle at her demanding attitude as I sit up in my seat a little more.
“Why are you so prickly?”
“Is that your question?” she asks.
“Sure, why the fuck not.”
“Daddy issues, mommy issues, and ex-boyfriend issues,” she fires off passively as she lifts the glass to her lips and sips.
“I thought you said you only drink if you don’t want to answer?”
She shrugs. “I was thirsty. My turn.”
Sage pauses for a moment, tapping her red-painted nail against her chin.
“What’s your favorite color?”
I frown at that.
“Who cares?”
“I do,” she says, “hence why I asked.”
She stares at me unyieldingly, like this is actually an important question.
“Green.” Like those eyes that live rent free in my head.
Her face lifts with what looks like intrigue as she leans closer.
“Any particular reason?”
I lift my glass to my mouth, taking a healthy sip of my drink as I do. I know why. She knows why. The words don’t have to be uttered and make me out to be more pathetic than I already am.
“Where did you go to college?” I ask.
“Didn’t.”
“Why not?”
She gives me a smile, a beautiful one, showcasing her perfect teeth and full lips, but the sarcasm and maybe even a little bit of pain in her eyes taints the sight.
“Thought it would be better to follow a boy instead.”
I nod at that—guess that’s where those ex-boyfriend issues come from.
“Bet your dad loved that,” I muse as I take another drink, quickly abandoning the game as I wait for her response.
She snorts and nods as she sips her drink.
“Oh, totally,” she drawls. “I’m not sure I remember what a conversation with a parent is supposed to consist of when the words disappointment or screw up aren’t intertwined in every other sentence.”
“I know the feeling,” I say on a dry huff, flashes of my last conversation with my father coming to the forefront of my mind.
Her head tilts to the side slightly as she stares at me, those bright eyes practically burrowing into my soul.
“What’s up with that? Your parents don’t think being a superstar NFL quarterback is enough of an accomplishment? Wouldn’t any parent be thrilled for their kid to achieve that?”
“You’d think. My parents always thought I was destined for the boardroom, not the field. My father, more so than my mother.”
“That’s pretty first-world problems there, bud,” she says simply.
My god, she’s so fucking blunt. If you just met her, you’d probably be thrown off by her abrasive personality. For some reason, I’m starting to get used to her attitude, though.
I’m not sure that I like that.
Before either of us can say more, she pours another glass for both of us, and we tip back our glasses before repeating the gesture. We sit there in comfortable silence for several moments, allowing the soft fuzzy haze of our buzz and the background music to take up the empty space of the room.
I watch as Sage’s bare shoulders sway in the booth, the skintight black cocktail dress she slipped on when she said she was coming to spy on my date hugging her every curve. Goddamn. She’s fucking hot when she isn’t mouthing off.
The song changes, morphing into a smooth rhythmic beat. Sage’s closed eyes fly open at the sound of it, damn near taking my breath away at the intensity of them just for a moment before she scrambles to her feet and reaches for my hand.
“C’mon,” she says with a small smile playing on her lips.
Trevor
Hazily, I follow after her, lacing our hands together as I stand. She twirls in the middle of the room, and I lift my arm to accommodate her spin before she comes back, softly chuckling as she softly rolls her hips against me.
My hands drop down to her waist, gripping her tightly as she does it again.
“What are you doing, Raven? This isn’t the club. The world isn’t your dance floor.”
She turns to look at me over her shoulder, a challenging look in her eye accompanied by that playful smile I’m not used to seeing on her.
“Shouldn’t it be?” she asks as she grinds her ass against me again.
Fucking hell. I should probably give a shit that we are literally dry humping in the middle of this bar. Should probably care that I’ve already had her, or maybe I should care that I can’t fucking stand her. No one has ever infuriated me so consistently in life than this woman right here. Something about the way her shoulders relax, the way her body sinks into my touch as if it’s the first time she’s truly relaxed in years has me holding her tighter, ready to lay out anyone who tries to dim the rare sight of her light.
My hands have a mind of their own. I’ll blame the obscene amount of bourbon we’ve drunk as they seek out her silky skin. It doesn’t take long for me to feel her satin bare thighs, gently lifting her dress with each move. I allow my fingers to dance over her, tracing random patterns against her smoothness until my fingers graze just under her hemline.
She startles at that, spinning around in my arms in a flash. Her eyes come up to mine, gently lidded no doubt from the effects of the alcohol running through her veins. I’m about to apologize for obviously crossing a line when she reaches a hand up behind my head, pulling me down for a kiss.
I haven’t kissed a woman on the mouth in almost a decade. It complicates things. It’s too personal, too emotional, but as soon as I feel her gentle pull, I’m sucked in, closing the distance between us until my lips are crushed against hers. Her soft tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with my own as I reach up to grip her face. The kiss isn’t sweet or gentle. I’m not sure you could ever use those words to describe Sage Aberton. It’s passion, desperation, an intrinsic biological need.
When I feel her teeth nip at my lower lip, it does something to me, causing me to push her away. She looks up at me dazed, disappointment beginning to cloud her features as I reach into my wallet, drop more hundred dollar bills than I care to count onto the table before I take a step closer to her, cupping her face again to get one more taste of her, stealing this one right off her lips.
She arches into me, softly gasping into my mouth as I return the favor, biting down on her lower lip before sucking it into my mouth. Quickly, I pull away, grabbing her hand with my own as we stumble out of the bar and out onto the street. My eyes flick around the streets of Belltown, too in a rush to make some mistakes with the dark-haired beauty by my side to order a ride or call my usual service.
A yellow cab catches my attention down the road. Shit, I didn’t even know those things ran out here anymore. I lift up an arm to hail it, and thankfully, the guy seems to see me. I usher Sage in first, closing the door as I drop a stack of bills into the money transfer bowl in the divider as I drag her over into my lap.
“Just drop us at the corner of Fourteenth and Avenue E. There’s a grand there to keep your eyes forward.”
The guy doesn’t respond before the car takes off. Or maybe he does, and I don’t hear him. I don’t know, I’m too busy devouring Sage as she straddles me. Her dress has risen, all that’s left between us is a thin piece of lace and my pants. Shouldn’t have spoken so soon, though, because her hands make quick work of my slacks, undoing my belt before reaching inside and pulling out my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I lean my head against the back of the seat.
Most women would be shy, nervous. They’d fumble or try to be sexy by asking what I want them to do next. Sage does none of those things because to her this isn’t about pleasing me, it’s not about winning my affections hoping she can snag the NFL quarterback. She hates me, and the feeling is mutual. Right now all she is focused on is her pleasure, and I can honestly say I’ve never seen something so goddamn sexy.
She rises up on her knees, lining herself up over me before sinking down. Her pussy feels like fucking heaven as she grips me, slowly lowering herself until I’m fully seated inside her. A soft mewling noise escapes her mouth, and I thrust up instantly, desperate to hear it again. She doesn’t disappoint, her mouth falling open as her hands come to my shoulders to stabilize herself.
“Fuck, yes. Ride me, Raven,” I encourage as I cup the back of her ass and help guide her movements.
Her eyes flutter open softly to look at me as she nods, her hips beginning to gyrate in a hypnotic rhythm that has my balls tightening already.
“Fuck, Trevor. I forgot how good this dick is, for an old man at least,” she teases with a wink.
“Does this feel old to you, baby?” I ask as I push up deeper than before, causing her mouth to drop open as I begin pounding into her from underneath.
“Did you take your little blue pill this morning or what?” she moans.
Is it possible for her to ever not be a smart-ass? Even when my cock is practically inside her cervix? I’m thinking no.
“Shut the fuck up, Raven, or I’ll stuff your mouth full.”
The amusement in her eyes twinkles as she looks at me.
“Promise?”
I feel her hand reach behind, cupping my balls as she continues bouncing on me, her tits practically spilling out of her dress as she does.
“Such a dirty little girl,” I grit through clenched teeth as I try to hold my release at bay.
“You have no idea, Michaels,” she groans as her movements pick up, becoming less coordinated and more desperate.
“Can’t wait to find out,” I mutter as I slip my hand in front of her, brushing my thumb against her clit.
“Come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you love getting fucked in this taxi like the little slut you are.”
“Out of the two of us, you’re the slut, Trevor,” she argues, but the way her pussy clenches at my words contradicts herself.
“Let me feel you fall apart on me,” I say as I bring her head closer, running my lips against the soft shell of her ear. “Let go for me, baby. Come.”
As if my single word was a command she could never refuse, she screams, her orgasm tearing through her as she gasps and moans and curses. I feel her pussy squeeze me so tight, it sends me spiraling. My balls draw up and empty inside her as she continues riding my cock like a goddamn goddess.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. God. Yes!” she rambles as her movements slowly ease, her breathing labored, and her hair all over the place. She runs a hand through it, looking freshly fucked and kinda perfect as the car stops.
“Uh, we’re here.” The driver coughs uncomfortably.
I expect Sage to get embarrassed. Had this been Erica, she would have been mortified. Scratch that. Erica would have never done something like that in the first place. She’s too shy, too soft. Sage, however, laughs. Fucking laughs as she pops open my door, smoothly sliding off my dick and out of the car.
“Hope you enjoyed the show, big boy.” Sage smiles.
I let out a surprised laugh at that, tucking my cock back into my pants as I slide out of the car and slam the door shut. Looking ahead, I see Sage walking ahead of me down the sidewalk just a bit before entering the security code for the gate. When it opens, she turns to look over her shoulder at me, a daring look in her eye as she takes off running, and something in me takes over as I chase after her.
Sage
My legs stretch out as long and as fast as they can in these heels, which I’ll admit isn’t very fast. The pounding of Trevor’s feet from behind me sounds closer and closer until I get to the front door. I go for the handle when disappointment sinks into my stomach. Locked, duh. I try to press my finger against the scanner, but it’s too late.
In the next moment, Trevor is behind me, his front against my back, caging me against the large wooden door.
“Caught ya, Little Raven. What do I win?” he asks as he runs his nose up the length of my neck before his teeth nip at the flesh of my ear.
