My Two Alphas, page 14
part #1 of Alphas Series
“Diane, every time I touch you, or you touch me, I thank the fates for bringing us together. My life before you was long, but now that I know I will have you by my side for the time I have left, it doesn’t seem like it will be long enough”.
He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me passionately, then when we moved apart, he surprised me by putting his cock away and zipping up. I looked at him in confusion, and he waggled a finger at me in a tut tut fashion.
“Maybe after today, you’ll never try anything like that stunt again. I need to concentrate when I’m riding, Diane, drifting off into a fantasy where I’m fucking you is dangerous. Now I’m taken care of, you’ll have to wait until we get home”.
I gaped at Cole as he walked with purpose back to where the bike was parked, even though he looked over at me and smiled every now and then, I was not happy. He was really going to leave me high and dry! My frustration was further amped up during the ride back to his house by hearing him chuckle into the helmet mic every time I tried to give him my opinion of him. I still wasn’t sure if he wasn’t just dragging out the game for fun, to make me wait, but I was still really annoyed, and even when he parked the bike outside his house, I got off angrily, not noticing the people gathering around us until Cole took my shoulders and spun me around.
I saw Blair looking at me with a smirk on his face, and a few others gathered around, including the man who had helped to instal the security door this morning, who I also assumed to be his accomplice in my kidnapping. It was actually Blair who spoke first.
“Well, everyone, meet Cole’s mate, Diane. It looks like Cole has himself a little spitfire, I don’t know what he’s done to make her so mad, but I’m sure he deserves it”.
There were chuckles all around, and I blushed, thinking about why I was so mad. It was sheer sexual frustration, which was ridiculous when I thought about the amount of sex I had had in the last week! I felt Cole come up behind me and put his arm around me, and leaned in to him for support. He whispered very quietly into my ear.
“Don’t take any shit from any of them, Diane, they’ll test you to see what you’re made of”.
I smiled as I inclined my head to Blair, then held my head high as I looked at all the others who were gathered, all men again. My smile didn’t falter, even as I inwardly grimaced. Two communities, and not a woman to be seen, apart from myself.
“Blair, good to see you again. Thank you for installing that door at my house this morning, hopefully the extra security will deter more potential cat burglars from breaking in to steal things”.
I looked around to see some sly smiles appear on some faces, then turned in Cole’s arms and we walked into his house. Once inside, I peered through the curtains to watch people talking to Blair.
“What do you think that’s all about?” I asked Cole. Cole came to stand behind me.
“Not everyone knows what he did, now he’s explaining himself to them. Most people won’t be impressed to think of him kidnapping humans, which could have brought trouble on us. The more people that know about it, the better, he shouldn’t have the opportunity to hide from his responsibilities. The best part is, now that everyone is focussed on him, no-one will want to bother us for a while”.
With that he picked me up by the buttocks, and I wrapped my legs around him so that I didn’t fall. Cole locked his lips to mine, kissing me as he walked us up the stairs, and to his room. Somehow my jacket and shirt got undone, and I ended up helping Cole shrug them and my bra off my shoulders, repeating the process for his upper body clothing. Bram put me down then and we went to work on each other’s jeans, laughing as I tried to get my boots off. I overbalanced and fell so that I was half on and half off the bed, and Cole was laughing heartily as he pulled my boots off, letting them fall to the floor with a thud, before tapping me on the legs to indicate that I could wriggle further onto the bed. I turned to crawl up to the head of the bed, but stalled as I heard a groan behind me. Cole was at the foot of the bed, hopping on one foot as he tried to get his boot off, and he was already erect and ready for me. I waggled my arse at him, earning another groan.
“Diane, stay right there. Just like that. Maybe open your legs a bit wider so I can see your pussy better, ah, yeah, just like that”.
I watched over my shoulder as Cole bent to retrieve a condom from his pocket, and quickly sheathed himself. He climbed up onto the bed behind me and slipped a hand between my legs.
“You don’t have to do that Cole, I’ve been wet since I went down on you in the park. If you don’t get inside me soon, I’m going to explode”.
“Mmmm, well we wouldn’t want that, would we?”
Cole pushed inside me with one long stroke, and I closed my eyes in satisfaction as I felt him slide home. I arched my back to take him in deeper, and he moaned as he began thrusting, momentarily stilling as he traced a spot at the back of my neck, where I remembered Bram biting me.
“That’s so hot, knowing what you were doing with Bram when he did that”.
I put my head down and my arse even higher in the air, inviting Cole to push even deeper inside me and he didn’t disappoint. Soon the only sounds in the room apart from our moans was the sound of Cole’s pelvis whacking into my cheeks, and the slightly wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy at a furious pace. Cole leaned down and looped an arm around my waist, pressing on my clitoris and making me gasp from the overload of sensations. I leaned backwards as I climaxed, screaming out his name in a demand for him to do it harder, and Cole shouted my name as he did, pounding into me so hard I thought the bed would collapse, then he grasped my hips and pulled me back to him and held me still as he pulsed and thrust with his release.
I felt the absence of Cole’s warmth as he left to dispose of the condom, and I regretted the need for them. I knew then when I would be brave enough to take my lovers bare.
Twelve
Cole and I awoke hungry, and pulled on our clothes to head down to the kitchen to forage for food. I remembered the things we had bought today that were still outside on the motorbike, and Cole pulled on some shoes to go out and get them, but we were brought up short by the sight of my bag by the kitchen bench, and the things from the market were piled on the bench. I blushed as I realised that someone had been in the house, and hoped it had not been when I had been noisily demanding that Cole should fuck me harder. Cole laughed at my blush and opened the fridge.
“It doesn’t matter, Diane. It’s not like it’s much of a secret that we’re having sex”.
“Yes, but the idea of someone hearing us, it’s just so embarrassing”.
Cole looked at me slyly while he took a casserole dish out of the fridge and put it in the microwave, before starting to slice the bread.
“Better get used to it, baby. I hope you’re not going to hold back when there’s three of us in the bedroom”.
“Now you’re doing it too – calling me pet names. I thought that was just Bram’s thing.”
“Well, I’m sure Bram and I are going to pick up a lot of things from each other. Hints and Tips you know. What makes Diane go off like a firecracker, and what doesn’t”.
If it would have been possible I would have blushed harder, but then Cole put some bread in front of me with a knife in the honey jar, and I applied myself to shoving fresh bread into my face. Shortly afterwards, the microwave chimed and Cole set some bowls and spoons in front of us, putting the dish on a heat mat and giving me a ladle.
“My God, Cole, you can cook, you know that?” I said around mouthfuls of his delicious stew.
“I’ve had a long time to learn”.
“How old are you Cole, really? Because you look like you’re in your late twenties, but I know you’re older than that”.
“I was born in 1460 in South America”.
My eyes goggled at that.
“You’re kidding? So long ago? When did you stop ageing? How did you come to be here, and why don’t you have an accent?”
“Not kidding. I think my ageing slowed when I was about 27. I don’t know why that age, everyone seems to stop at a different place. I still age, but very slowly. Our pack left years ago, when the explorers started stripping the Amazon, we felt it was time to move on. We had heard about this new, unexplored country, so thought it would be a good time to move on. We arrived here during the gold rush in the 1850s and found some land that no-one else seemed to want. Over time, we’ve learned to speak like the locals, so we don’t stand out, but that hasn’t been easy, because the accent has been evolving over the years anyway, so we have to change with it, or we seem too old fashioned and people notice us too much”.
“So, what about Bram’s people, what’s their story, or should I ask Bram?”
“Well, I can tell you what I know, but I might get some things wrong. Bram’s pack came from Europe, and although I don’t know exactly where or when he was born, from things he has said I know he’s much older than I am. You really need to ask him the details though”.
I digested this information as we spoke. I had been aware of course, that the two men were much older than I was, but the truth was quite shocking. I mulled over some of the changes they must have seen, and my admiration for them grew as I thought about how well they had adapted to those changes.
That night, I again had a blissful night’s sleep wrapped in the arms of my man, my sleep only broken by the feel of an insistent erection pressing against my back. I rolled over and flung a leg over Cole, giggling into his chest as I hoisted myself up on him, and afterwards we slept a well deserved deep sleep. I had set my phone to wake us up early, not wanting to waste a moment with Cole before he took me to work, and Cole leapt up as soon as my alarm went off.
“I just need something to eat before we head off”, he said, disappointing me as I thought he meant he was going to get up to get breakfast, but then I giggled as he pulled me to the edge of the bed, kneeling at the side of the bed and hooking my legs over his shoulders while he buried his face between my thighs.
The giggling soon stopped as my first orgasm of the day rolled over me, then Cole pulled my arse off the bed, impaling me on the cock he had quickly sheathed and giving me my second orgasm of the day, my bottom half hanging over the bed, rising and falling as Cole thrust into me from his position where he knelt on the floor at the side of the bed.
As I rode behind Cole towards the city, I drowsily enjoyed the slight twinge between my thighs. I wrapped my arms dreamily around his strong body, squeezing his legs between my thighs, already resenting the time I would spend away from him while I sat at my desk at work. I knew that Cole and Bram couldn’t spend every moment of every day with me, and wouldn’t have wanted that anyway, but right now, when the relationships were only new, was the time when I wanted to spend every possible moment with them.
Cole rode all the way into the city, pulling up on the footpath outside my building. I dismounted and shucked off the jacket and the helmet, passing them to Cole before grabbing the bag that held my work pants. I would change out of the Kevlar lined jeans in the privacy of the bathroom at work, Cole wouldn’t let me not wear them when on the bike, so I’d had to put my work pants aside to change into after the ride. As I turned to leave, Cole pulled me back, lifting off his helmet and demanding a kiss before he left, and I willingly complied.
As I entered the building, I noticed some of my colleagues staring at me with mouths agape. I blushed as I realised these people probably saw me in a passionate clinch with Bram on Wednesday, and here I was kissing Cole on Monday morning. I held my head up high as I marched past them. They didn’t need to know what sort of relationship I had with these two men, and I didn’t owe them any explanations.
Thirteen
My bravado was severely tested when I walked to my desk and turned on my computer. Mr Stephens was hovering around, and he called me into a private room before I even got a chance to sit down.
“Miss Fleming! What is your explanation for last Friday?” he demanded, before I even got a chance to properly close the door behind me. I furrowed my brow.
“Friday? What do you mean?”
“You didn’t turn up for work! You didn’t even phone! That’s a clear breach of company policy, and you haven’t made any attempt to explain yourself!”
“Well, I haven’t had a chance yet, I just got in”.
“Your attitude has been very poor lately, Miss Fleming. I think it’s time you moved on, don’t you?”
“Wait, are you firing me, just because I missed one day of work? I know I should have called in, but it was an emergency and I couldn’t get a phone signal”.
“I would prefer that you quit, Miss Fleming. If you force me to fire you, I won’t give you a reference”.
I lost my temper then. I had put up with enough from this pompous fool, and I could have done so much better. My newfound confidence made me a bit bolder than I would have been only a week ago.
“Well, you’re going to have to fire me. From what I’ve read of company policy, you have to give me a written warning before you fire me anyway, and I’ve never done anything to deserve that, so you’ve got no grounds. I’m not going to quit and make it easy for you, if you think I’m going to go quietly, you’re going to be very disappointed. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got stats to achieve”.
With that, I stood up and left the room, leaving the door open, with Mr Stephens sitting there in shock at his bluff being called.
I knew that eventually Mr Stephens would get his own way, so I resolved to make my job a little more enjoyable, answering my calls far more cheerfully and without the professional dispassion that I normally exhibited. I even found myself agreeing with one caller who wanted to complain about the treatment he had received after lodging a claim, giving him advice about what to do which ran contrary with the company’s interests. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before I was back in the private room with Mr Stephens, this time I sat in a far more relaxed pose, crossing my arms over my chest and hooking one leg over the other instead of crossing my legs demurely. Mr Stephens stared at me, trying to intimidate me, and when that failed, he cleared his throat and began.
“Well, you got your wish. I’ve been authorised to terminate you and to offer to pay you two weeks in lieu of notice. We’d appreciate it if you’d clear your desk and – “
Mr Stephens trailed off in shock as I got up and walked out of the office without saying a word. I swept my few meagre possessions into a plastic bag that I found in my desk drawer. Company policy had always been to restrict personal possessions to maintain a ‘professional’ workspace, and while I used to hate the policy for the sterile environment it created, now it worked in my favour. I slung my bag over my shoulder, and walked out carrying the bag that held my Kevlar jeans, and the plastic bag that held a coffee cup and a box of tissues. I thought about calling Bram or Cole straight away, but then decided against it, thinking of the things I needed to do before I did.
I headed straight for the station to board the first available train. Using my phone for web searches and phone calls, I set up appointments with real estate agents and enrolled with some job agencies. When I was done, I sent texts on the group chat, and was lucky that the men must have been near enough to towers to get their signals, so they could answer me quickly.
Me: Good news/bad news. I got fired. Crappy job, but now I need another one quickly. Going home to meet agents about renting my house. Will be home early if you want to pick me up to see the land. Text me.
Cole: WTF? Why?
Bram: Want us to drop by your work for a chat with your old boss?
Me: NO! Not worth it. Fired me because of Friday. I registered with some job agencies, maybe I can get better. I’ll be finished at home by four if you can come and get me then.
Bram: Want me to pick you up Cole? We can go in my truck, it’s a bit rough for your bike.
Cole: Ok, pick me up at 315?
Bram: Done. Looking forward to it Diane.
Me: Me too. You guys are the best.
I had good news and bad news from the real estate agents too. I had arrived home flushed as I had to walk home from the station – my car was still in the garage at home. The good news was that as the area was growing, and my house was still very new, I wouldn’t have any trouble renting it, but the bad news was that the money wouldn’t be great. It would just barely cover my repayments, and if interest rates went up, it wouldn’t even do that. The last agent I saw spoke to me about selling it instead. I wouldn’t get as much for it as a brand new house – even though I had only been in it for a month – because people preferred to buy new houses in a new area. However, the good news was, because I had put a holding deposit on the land not long after my marriage break up, the land itself had valued significantly since then, so there would be a tidy profit if I sold my house, even after paying the agent’s fees. I had been quietly ecstatic to hear this news, as I really hadn’t known how much my house had valued, and that I would make a small profit from it after all, even after this short a time. I took a deep breath, then decided that I would prefer to sell the house, and take the cash, rather than be a landlord and always worry about whether anyone was trashing my house. I made contact with a conveyancing firm, authorised the photos, and gave the agent a spare key.
After racing into Whittlesea to run a couple of errands, I then spent a couple of hours packing away some of my personal possessions, so that the house appeared uncluttered. It wasn’t all that difficult, as I hadn’t brought much from my old home, not wanting the memories. I had only the basic furniture, and wasn’t a big collector of bric-a-brac anyway, the only place I had too many possessions was in the kitchen. I had a weakness for kitchen gadgets and pretty crockery and glassware, so my cupboards were stuffed full. I reasoned that so long as the benches were tidy, the house should present well however. I looked at the clock, realising it was already three thirty, and had a quick shower, slathering my skin with perfumed lotion afterwards and agonising over what clothes to wear. I smiled as I deliberately omitted the panties again. While I loved riding on Cole’s bike with him, riding in Bram’s truck had decided advantages too. I paused, breathing in sharply as I realised that there would be three of us sitting on the bench seat shortly, then decided to stick to my plan. I chose a maxi dress this time instead of the shorter dress I had worn on the weekend, because as it would be evening soon it might be a bit colder. I packed a couple of things into a larger handbag, including a note pad so that I could write notes about the house site.
