Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Several parents looked at me as if I was loco, but otherwise left me alone. We were at Bennett’s homecoming football game, and it was a madhouse. Dad paid out of district fees so Benny could go to Longview High School. They had such success in their football program that dad wanted to make sure he got every advantage he could possibly get.
The Lobos were having an amazing year. Some of it was because my brother was purely awesome, but most of it was because they had one heck of a team. They worked like a well-oiled machine, and just watching them at times was like watching art.
I went down the bleachers until I got to the row of seats that my parent’s paid for every year. My mom was sitting in her usual spot while dad was in his usual spot, which was down at the railing where it said “Do Not Stand” in big bold letters. Yet no one ever complained that he was there. Likely it was because everyone was too afraid of him to do anything about it.
Max helped me into my seat, and I shot him a glare. He put his hands up in surrender, and walked down to stand next to my father.
Mom’s snort of amusement was covered by a cough. “You need to give him a break, Payton. You scared the living daylights out of him. Stop being so mean to him.”
“I can’t help it. He hasn’t even let me pee by myself! I thought it would be longer into the relationship before he watched me pee! I have to sneak off while he’s sleeping to poop, and we haven’t had sex in two weeks!” I said loudly.
Too loud if the looks I was getting from those around me had anything to say about it. “Payton Evangeline Alvarez! That is not something a mother needs to hear about”
“What? Pooping or having sex?” I asked.
“Both. I dealt with enough of your poop when you were younger. As for the sex, well, I just plain don’t want to hear about that.” My mom said as we stood for the High School Fight song.
We didn’t speak much after that. I brooded. I knew I was acting crazy, but there was no reason he needed to be following me around as he was doing. He got me Alpha for that very reason. Why did he continue to persist on being so overprotective?
I glanced down at the bottom of the bleachers and watched as him and my dad kept close tabs on the game. Bennett wasn’t currently on the field. Something about it being the other team’s ball. Not like that meant anything to me. Dad had tried to explain it to me once, but he said I asked too many questions. Hence why he no longer sits with us anymore.
“I’m going to go to the concession stand and to the restroom. Need anything?” I asked my mom as I stood.
Alpha disentangled himself from my feet, and did a little doggy stretch. He had his cute little service dog vest on that asked everyone not to touch him because he was working. I loved the looks I always got when he was wearing it with me. They always looked curious as to what my ailment was that I needed a service dog.
I took the bleachers two at a time, and headed to the restroom that was practically on the other side of the stadium from where our seats were located. It was also in a dark corner that always used to bother me before; although, not so much now that I had Alpha with me. After the fire, I knew for certain he would forever protect me. He would even die for me, not that I would ever want him to.
I exited the bathroom still drying my hands with the paper towel when I noticed the dark shadow in front of me. Once second, I was putting one foot in front of the other, and the next I was pinned to the wall with Max’s body.
“So, you’re having a problem with our sex life, and felt the need to talk to your mom about it?” Max asked quietly while rotating his hips.
It was what was between those wonderful hips that had my pleasure center wake up from hibernation. “Yeah, so what?”
Ember and I had a contest going. It was based on who could come up with the most outrageous name for our vaginas. Currently she was winning with the name ‘penis garage.’
“If you had a problem, all you needed to do was ask, sweetheart.” With that, he took my hand and led me deep underneath the bleachers.
Above me, I could hear the crowd going wild, so it was obvious one of ours just scored. The band started to kick in; bass drums thumped a low pounding beat, saxophones rang out, and the cymbals crashed together. Max led me deeper and deeper into the shadows until we came to rest under the very middle. There were bleachers leading up to the middle of the stands. A gate was at the very top keeping anyone from coming down the stairs.
“Did you make out under the bleachers in high school?” He asked me curiously.
“No, you’ll be my first.” I said coyly.
“Who said I was going to make out with you? Honey, I’m gonna fuck you.”
He hammered that statement home with a possessive kiss. His hand traveled down my back, and slid into the gap of my jeans. His finger traveled down until finally he found what he was seeking. My back arched as one long thick finger found its way inside of me. I moaned into his mouth, and lifted my leg so it was resting on the rail enabling his finger to have easier access.
His magic fingers found my clit, and he thrummed it expertly; he got me very near the edge before pulling back, and spinning me to face away from him.
His cock pressed into my lower back, and I groaned in defeat. “Sex standing up doesn’t work so well for a short person.”