Page 6 of The Alpha

The club grounds were quiet—the kind of silence that only came when the chaos had finally settled. Most of the members had ridden out earlier, leaving the property empty except for a few patches in the garage working on some restorations.

And I knew Kelsie was inside alone.

I leaned against my ride and finished my beer. It was my fourth, and that amount of alcohol made me feel loose but not enough to dull the edge that had been sharpening in me, knowing I was about to go in there and make her mine.

I was done waiting.

Kelsie.

I tossed my empty beer bottle in the trashcan and pushed away from my bike. I had one goal in mind. To see her. Thedistinct sound of rock playing from the garage didn’t drown out the thumping of my heart or the feel of adrenaline rushing through my veins.

I went in through the backdoor of the kitchen and immediately heard more music coming from the main part clubhouse. I was silent as I entered the gathering space and saw her right away, causing me to halt. My pulse beat wildly, sweat beading my brow, and the blood in my veins was hot and electric, flowing directly to my dick.

She was the only one who could bring out this visceral reaction in me.

Kelsie was bent over behind the bar, cleaning off the polished wood right under the shelves of liquor bottles. Her dark hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders. Her skirt hugged her ass in a way that made my mouth go dry, and my already hard cock engorged even more.

Fuck, I thought, and I reached down to adjust my now throbbing dick behind my grease-stained jeans.

I leaned against the doorframe and just watched her. She was unaware of me as she continued to work, even when she turned to the side slightly, humming softly to the song playing over the sound system at a much lower volume than it usually stayed at. The thin tank top she wore did nothing to hide the way her full tits swayed under the material.

Before she came back to town, I hadn’t seen her in years, not since she walked out on me without so much as a goodbye. I knew this life was hard. But hell, she was the love of my life.

Now, here she was, back in my world, and all I wanted to do was say fuck the past. Because she’d always been mine.

I pushed away from the frame and stalked toward her. She turned around and spotted me, her surprise instant as she froze, her shoulders tensing. Her gaze was wary, like she didn’t knowwhat to make of me walking to her with determination in my eyes. But there was a spark of defiance there too.

It was the same one that made my cock hard.

She always had a way of turning me on when I pissed her off.

“Knox,” she said, her voice soft, like she was testing the air between us, seeing where I stood emotionally and mentally in this moment.

“Kelsie,” I said her name slowly, deeply. I made my way to the bar and leaned against it, bracing my forearms on the polished, scarred wood. We said nothing, just stood there watching each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

She crossed her arms over her chest, but it did little to hide how her nipples were hard against the thin fabric of her shirt or how she plumped up her tits so my mouth could take a taste.

“I assumed you’d be on the run with the other guys.”

“Stayed back. They didn’t need me,” I replied, my voice low, dangerous. All I could think about was getting her alone again. “I was needed here.” I let a small smirk cover my face. All it accomplished was making her narrow her eyes at me.

She may have looked annoyed, but I knew her tight cunt was soaked for me.

Her chin lifted, that defiance I remembered so well shining in her eyes. “Maybe you should have left on the run. That’s the most action you’d get today.”

I stared at her, surprised by her sassy fucking mouth coming at me that hard. And then I tipped my head back and laughed louder and from deeper with me than I ever had before.

“I didn’t come here for you, Knox. I needed a job. That’s all,” she added, but I didn’t miss how her eyes softened toward me.

Once I composed myself, I pushed away from the bar and rounded it to stand in front of her. She didn’t back down, even as I crowded her space. I took another step closer, my much biggerbody looming over hers. And being this close, my emotions whipped in the other direction.

“You think you can just come back into this life like nothing happened? Like you didn’t leave me high and fucking dry?” I snarled, my anger and hurt taking precedence.

Her breath hitched, but she held her ground. “Things change, Knox.”

“Bullshit,” I bit out, my hand reaching out to grip her arm, pulling her closer. Her scent hit me like a punch to the gut—sweet like vanilla. But there was an underlying unique scent that was all Kelsie.

It brought back memories I’d tried to bury, ones that involved us naked in my bed, our skin sweaty, my cum filling her pussy because we’d been fucking all night.

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