A Rogue For Four Alphas

Chapter Thirteen

There's Damon, a proven good thing, who gave it to me just the way I like it.

My fingers slip under the lace.

But then there's Ian,a missed opportunity, a frustration. It's like I've been given a taste of something sweet, but then the candy was taken away from me, held just out of reach.

Past my curls, I find my wetness and dip in.

The other two men are tantalizing as well. Harry is gorgeous. Imagining how his naked body might look has me stroking over my clit with my slick finger, wishing it was his tongue that was there.

Erik... I don't know. He's undeniably handsome, but he's cold. It's hard to say what he'd be like in bed, but it doesn't matter. He's part of the crew with Damon, and they're all off limits now, so this is just a fantasy. Just a way to release my pent-up frustration.

I stroke faster over my clit after returning to the well to collect more of my juices. As the sensations build, I remind myself to keep quiet, since I have no idea how near or far the men's bedrooms are from mine.

To reach my peak, I twist one of my nipples, imagining that it's Ian's mouth there, licking, sucking, biting. I picture Damon between my legs, his close-shaven head bobbing as he feasts on me. When I get close, I imagine grabbing his head, lifting my hips, and pressing my pussy into his face as he presses his tongue inside me.

"Mmmph..." At first there was a nearly inaudible whimper, but when I come, I turn my head to muffle the sound with my shoulder.

It's satisfyingly strong for a self-induced orgasm. Pleasure ripples through me for a nice, long time, and when it subsides, I'm left loose, relaxed, and able to drift off to sleep, the sound of rain pattering on the

I'm disoriented when I wake up, but quickly remember where I am when I feel the luxurious bedding that surrounds me. I'm still on my back, which is unusual. Most mornings, I wake up to find myself in a variety of positions with the blankets twisted around me, so I must have slept solidly for a change.

The sky is just starting to brighten. I scan the room and find a clock on the nightstand with its green numbers flashing; the power's back on.

A shower would be nice, but since I don't have clean clothes to change into, I decide to wait until I get home. Plus, it would be ideal if I can slip out quietly and avoid running into the men, especially Damon. I'll thank them for their hospitality when I see them hopefully never, because they shout trouble.

After putting on my wrinkled dress and collecting my purse, I step silently into the hallway. There are several closed doors further down the hall, and the sound of water running in a shower somewhere nearby. I use the bathroom and hope the noise of the toilet flushing will be muffled by other sounds in the house.

Downstairs, I have to pass by the kitchen to get to the front door, and unfortunately, Harry spots me. He's already dressed in work clothes-faded green pants and a white t-shirt that shows off huge biceps and making coffee. "Good morning," he says in a quiet voice. "How did you sleep?"

"Really well," I admit, realizing I probably need to start saving money for a new mattress.

"That's good. I checked the roads. The map shows some flooding, but you should be able to make it back home safely." He pulls out his phone and shows me a route.

"Here is my number, call me when you sense trouble"

Got it," I say nodding. "Thank you for checking that."

"Well, we're headed there too, but you're welcome. Would you like some coffee? I have a travel mug you can use."

"Sure, I guess. I can return it to you when I see you around town."

"No problem." He pulls the mug from a shelf and fills it with a rich-smelling brew. "Do you want something to eat? We usually just grab protein bars in the morning, but I could make some toast, or we have cereal." "No, no thanks. I'm not hungry yet, but I appreciate the coffee."Guess my assumptions about live in house helps were wrong,

Harry sets me up with cream and sugar, and I take a sip before putting the lid on the mug. "Thanks for letting me stay last night. Please tell the others too. I appreciate it."

"Anytime," he says, grinning. I offer a smile in return, but look away quickly because his grin along with those biceps does things to me.

The drive home is fairly uneventful, thanks to Mystic Town's routing. There are some crews out doing cleanup, the ditches are full of water, and a creek I pass is running wild, but the roads themselves are clear.

Maybe I could have made it home last night, but I guess it wasn't bad staying with the guys. Damon has an irritating big mouth, and Erik kept to himself, but Ian and Harry seem like really nice guys. There's debris in the streets, several small trees snapped or downed, and a lot of people out cleaning things up.

I

see so many work trucks on the drive to my apartment that I don't take any particular notice of the ones in my complex's parking lot. Then I realize the fire department is there, along with a truck from the electric company, as well as several other vehicles I don't normally see in the lot. Meanwhile, most of the parking spots usually occupied by tenants are empty.

My eye goes next to the small group of people gathered near the building's entrance. It's not until I park and approach them that I see the problem. A very tall tree has uprooted and fallen into the side of the apartment building, damaging the roof, the siding, and breaking windows.

"Is everyone okay?" I ask the nearest person, a resident I know by face but not name.

"I think so, yes," the older woman says.

"Everyone is out. They're assessing the damage now."

I turn back and scan the lot; I don't see Lisa's car. She must have spent the night at her boyfriend's. If she'd been here and had to evacuate, I'm sure she would have called me.

I spot the apartment manager and make my way over to her. "I was away last night. What exactly is happening?" The building's entrance is blocked with caution tape. Only men with hard hats are going inside.

"They're checking out the structural damage," she says. "It's not looking good for the near future. Do you have somewhere else to stay?"

I can't even wrap my head around that question yet, so I turn to a more immediate need. "What about our stuff? I need my clothes for work."

"You might be able to go in later to get your things. They need to determine if it's safe."

"What if it's not?"

The woman gives a helpless shrug. "I don't know yet."

Damn it! What's really happening to this town suddenly on the arrival of this four alphas?