Page 48 of Rocked By the Alpha
When they reach downtown, she slows the bike. The shopfronts and restaurants line up along the road, lit up from within, people spilling onto the sidewalks. He points for her to turn right and then left, guiding her into a back alley.
“Classy joint,” she says, as he slides off the bike.
“Only the best for you, darling.” Hands in the pockets of his jacket, he walks to a fire door at the back of one of the buildings, a tower of bins framing the exit. He raps his knuckles on the door and after a long pause it opens. Light spills into the alleyway and a small man ducks out of the doorway.
“Chris,” West says, smacking his hand against the man’s. “Thanks for this.” He takes the bag containing their dinner from Chris’ hands and slings it over his shoulder.
“No problem,” Chris says. He squints through the darkness, towards the headlights of the bike. Ruby’s figure is silhouetted and he obviously can’t make out who sits there. “Have fun, man.”
West winks. “I will.”
“What’s in the bag?” she asks him.
“You’ll see.”
Then he’s back on the bike, guiding her out of the city and towards the coast, the air turning cool and salty. The moon cruises high in the sky and soon the ghostly white crests of waves on the sea come into view. She puts her foot down, racing along the straight road that straddles the beach. He grips her waist tighter, cradling into her, the speed driving adrenaline through his veins.
By the time she parks the bike up in one of the quiet bays, his heart races like a stallion, and his eyes stream with water.
“Fuck,” he says, shaking his hair out of his face.
She slides the tie from her hair, letting it fall across her shoulders and shrugs off her leather jacket. “Good, huh?”
“You are full of surprises, Omega.”
“I like taking risks,” she says simply.
“I know.” He takes a step towards her.
“You going to tell me what’s in the bag now?”
He crooks his fingers, beckoning her closer and unzips the top of the bag. Inside is a larger polystyrene container and he pops that too, a pair of burgers and fries nestle within.
She laughs, toeing off her boots and her socks and sinking her toes in the sand. “We’re eating burgers on the beach? You’re a really classy date.”
“I’m telling you now, these are the best burgers in the city and you are going to thank me when you try one.”
She glances towards the shore line. The pale light hits her skin, turning it ghostly, the tattoo on her shoulder blacker than usual. The waves kiss the sand with a soft whisper and the water glimmers in the moonlight. Expensive restaurants and hip clubs are fun but there isn’t anywhere as beautiful as this.
“Let’s go for a swim first, before we eat,” she tells him and before he can answer, she’s striding towards the water, shedding her tank top, trousers and panties as she does.
He swings his head down the beach. It’s empty. There is no one here and the rocks block the view from the road. Stripping off his own clothes, he tosses them to the ground and races after her.
She’s already wading through the water when he reaches the sea and splashes in. The air swims thick with humidity and the water feels refreshing against his hot skin. He sighs as he lets it wash away the grime from the ride through the city and finds her just out of reach, the water pooling around her shoulders.
“It takes me months to persuade you to come out with me and then when I do you wanna get naked and go skinny dipping. You do like taking risks.”
“Some risks.” She looks at him. “I thought you were going to take me to a club, or something.”
“You said you wanted to go somewhere quiet and private. You don’t like this?”
“I do. I’m just surprised.”
He skids his hand over the surface of the ocean, spraying water towards her face. “I think you’ve got me all wrong, Omega.”
“Hmmm, maybe.” She splashes water back at him. “But I’ve met quite a few rock stars now and …” She shrugs.
“What have I done so far to make you so weary of this?” He reaches for her hand under the water and draws her closer towards him, finding her waist. She rests her own hands on his shoulders, bobbing up and down in the languid waves.
