Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
His large hands worked with surprising gentleness as he undid each fastening, taking his time so he didn’t ruin the costume.
I held the front of the bodice to my chest as his hands moved down my back, his fingertips occasionally brushing against my skin. And I don’t think any of the touches were accidental.
“How do you get it on?” Wesley asked.
“I have a dresser,” I said.
His hands stilled on my back, and I felt him tense up a bit. Then his hands started moving again. “Male or female?”
My brows moved together in confusion before I realized what he was asking me. I lifted my eyes to meet his in the mirror and raised an eyebrow at him, a tiny smile threatening my mouth.
“Male or female, Haven?” he repeated, my name spilling out of his mouth with a growl.
“If I say male, what will you do?” I teased, leaning back so his fingers met my skin again.
“Haven…” he warned, his hands dropping from my costume and forming fists at his side.
He tilted his neck to the side, cracking it, and closed his eyes. His nostrils flared just a little, and his shoulders rose and fell even faster than when he’d first appeared in my dressing room doorway.
I turned around and placed my hand on his chest, his heart rate slowing at my touch. “Calm down, Pal. It’s Maya.”
“Hmph,” he grunted, his hands grabbing my hips and squeezing them. “It better be,” he added. He tilted his head at me and raised his eyebrows, then he chuckled. “Pal. Like pen pal?”
“Yep,” I chirped.
He shook his head and laughed again. “Just get dressed, Twinkle Toes,” he said, kissing my forehead one last time before he walked out of the dressing room and closed the door behind him.
HAVEN
“Where are we going?” I asked Wesley as I climbed into his truck, dressed in my purple leotard and black skirt from earlier that morning.
“It’s Wednesday,” he said as he pulled away from the theater. I cocked my head at him and waited for him to elaborate. “Where did you see me last Wednesday?” he asked.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening. “Oh, that’s genius!” I added as I realized who he thought I should give my premiere tickets to.
“You’re welcome.” He winked, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss. “And I am definitely a genius.”
“You’re definitely cocky,” I teased.
His lips twitched into a smirk, and I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Oh, my god, that isn’t even what I meant, and you know it,” I said, reaching over and shoving him with my other hand.
“You said it.” He shrugged.
“Well, it’s true.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. Even Maya said so,” I said without thinking.
His brows lifted. “Did she now?” he mused.
“Yes. Right before she told me you weren’t a liar,” I said. “Don’t tell her I told you that, though!”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure many people have said worse things about me.” He chuckled.
He pulled up to the curb in front of Jack and Shirley’s house and shot me a glare as he unbuckled himself, pointing his finger at me as if to say “Don’t you even dare” when I reached for the handle.
I rolled my eyes but stayed in my seat as he walked around the front end, my eyes once again darting to those strong, muscular arms that strained against his T-shirt sleeves. They traveled over to his torso as he came towards the door, taking in the stretch and pull of the fabric as he moved.
I wondered what it would be like to have those muscular arms toss me on a mattress, what it would feel like to have his solid chest pressed against mine, keeping me pinned between him and the bed. What would it be like for those calloused hands to do more than just unhook the back of my tutu, for his warm mouth to explore more than just my lips?
I shook those uncharacteristically lustful thoughts from my mind just as the door to the truck jerked open. I swallowed, meeting Wesley’s eyes. His pupils dilated, his nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched as his hand tightened on the metal of the car door.
Something about how he looked at me—like he wanted to devour me—sent all those thoughts flooding back into my mind. Like a tidal wave washing over and through me, my body had a visceral response to him and his presence and how he asserted his dominance over me.
Not because he wanted to control me or boss me around, like someone else I knew. But because he wanted to take care of me—protect me.
He stepped back, standing even with the door so I could hop out, his jaw clenched, his body held as still as a statue. He was so stiff, I didn’t even think he was breathing.
His sharp inhale as I brushed my shoulder against his chest while walking past him told me he had definitely not been breathing.
“You know, I can open my own car door, Wesley,” I said as he shut the door to the car, and we walked up the path to their house.
“I know you can, but that doesn’t mean you should,” he muttered, his hand coming to the small of my back, brushing the skin exposed by the low v of my leotard and sending little tingles across my skin.
I reached out and rang the doorbell as we reached the top of the porch steps. “I’m a grown, independent woman and—“”Trust me,” Wesley said, turning my body towards his and sliding his arm around my waist. “I am more than aware that you’re all grown up now,” he told me in a low voice, angling his face down towards me.
All his restraint from moments before seemed to have dissipated, his intention switching from holding himself back to letting himself loose. He splayed his fingers against my back, pushing my body into his until not even one of our old letters could fit between us.
I couldn’t help it, couldn’t resist the pull towards him. My body melted into his touch, my arms forming a loose circle around his neck, pulling my upper body closer to him. A sigh escaped me, forced out of my body because of the protective, possessive man who had me wrapped in his arms, his touch somehow firm and tender at the same time.
His nose slid along mine, and I closed my eyes, lifting my chin to meet his lips when the door opened behind us.
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