His Big Reveal: An Interracial BWWM Billionaire Romance (BWWM Alpha Males) (7 page)

Chapter Two

“I’m not sure this research topic will pan out Charley.” Sascha was frustrated, both sexually and professionally. She needed Sloan and Grey for the research because they were the first instance of two alphas living and working together harmoniously. It was rumored they even shared a mansion on the outskirts of town. The fact that she wanted them, both of them, meant nothing other than that she needed to get laid. Badly.

“Why not? Did you already sleep with one of them?” Charley laughed at the other end of the phone.

“Charley!”

“Or was it both of them? I know that’s always been a fantasy of yours.”

She shook her head, fighting a smile. Why did she have to tell her best friend everything? “I didn’t sleep with either of them.” Even though I totally wanted to. “It just seems like one of them wasn’t interested in the study.” She hated that Sloan seemed so hostile to her research. It wasn’t like she was selling their story to the tabloids.

“Make them interested Sascha. This is really good, groundbreaking research. It could put you on the map. You know some weird sexy but geeky anthropologist map.”

Sascha smiled, grateful to have Charley in her life. They’d known each other since high school and their friendship was strong and supportive. “Thanks girl.”

“Plus they could be the two to help you live out that fantasy.” She cackled so loudly Sascha had to pull the phone away or risk sudden deafness. At her silence Charley continued, “Come on Sascha, when will you ever find such beautiful specimens to fuck you six ways ‘til Sunday?”

“It’s a moot point anyway Charley, Sloan isn’t interested and the study doesn’t work with just one of them. Plus they might not even like black girls. I might not be their type.”

Charley let loose a most unladylike laugh. “Please you are every man’s type honey, hell you’re most women’s type too. The hair, the body, the eyes, you have it all girl in spades. If I wasn’t so scared of going down on a female I’d be into you. So don’t take no for an answer.”

“What, I should just follow them around and ask questions against their will?”

“No Sascha. My goodness it’s like you don’t know men at all!” Sascha didn’t say anything because while she knew a lot about many different cultures as an anthropologist, she didn’t know men at all. “You have to play dirty.”

“Dirty?”

“Yes woman, keep up here! You need to get all dolled up in your sexiest outfit and take the fight to them. And since I read more than academic journals, I know exactly where to find them tonight.”

“Do I even want to know?” She knew she didn’t but she also really wanted to do this case study.

“You don’t but I’ll handle everything. Meet me at Loola’s at 3 and we’ll go from there. Later babe.”

“I guess I’m meeting Charley in two hours,” she said to the empty room.

After two and a half endless hours of shopping with Charley, Sascha was showered, smelling like lavender and bergamot and trying her best to slither into a white bandage dress. She looked at herself from all angles and even she had to admit she looked damn good. The white dress highlighted her caramel skin, making it look a perfectly creamy cocoa. Whether or not she ran into Sloan and Grey tonight, she knew she wouldn’t go home alone if she didn’t want to. Her chandelier earrings showed off her long graceful neck and her red stilettos added about four inches to her slight frame. She was short but she was leggy.

Finally satisfied with her appearance Sascha grabbed her red clutch and headed outside where Charley and the cab waited. “Here goes nothing,” she muttered to herself before greeting her friend with a smile.

“Damn girl you look hot! Just make sure you leave a few men for me!” Charley whistled, her smile wide as Sascha joined her in the cab.

“I’m only interested in two men for tonight.”

“Yeah me too. I just don’t know which two yet.” They looked at each other for a brief moment and then cracked up.

Right along with the cab driver.

***

Sloan and Grey sat in a private room on the second floor of their newest acquisition Crave. The nightclub had quickly become one of the hottest spots in the city with lines wrapped around the block and big name DJs appeared every night of the week. Of course Crave was frequented by movie stars, musicians, supermodels and pretty much the who’s who of the city. The main floor held two dance floors, which Sloan was currently looking down on from the glass walls of their VIP suite.

“Can I get you boys anything else?” Sloan looked at the cute redhead assigned to their suite tonight and he knew she was offering more than bottle service. Hell she barely looked old enough to work at Crave and he didn’t rob the cradle.

“No thanks.” He saw the smile dim in her eyes but he didn’t care. His mind was still preoccupied with the dark skinned beauty and her hazel eyes. “Just leave the bottle and come back in an hour.” He turned his attention to the dance floor and she quietly left.

“You really have a way with the ladies this week.” Grey slapped him playfully on the back, joining him at the window.

“She’s too young.”

Grey shrugged. “Hot though, but yeah way too young.” He looked down, instantly distracted by a skintight white dress. “But she looks to be just the right age.”

Sloane noted the glint in his friend’s eye and followed his gaze to the vision in white snaking her way through the dance floor attached to gorgeous woman in bright pink. “Holy shit.” She looked like his hottest dream come to life. That white dress hugged every dip and curve, clinging to her round ass in the most delicious way. He knew it wouldn’t be long before those long brown legs were wrapped around his neck, his hips as he pounded her into oblivion.

Grey smiled. Not only did Sascha look completely fuckable in that white dress but the growl Sloane just emitted let him know he was just as affected by her as Grey. “Yeah she is something special alright.”

“Fuck!” Sloan pounded his fist on the window when two guys sidled up to Sascha and her friend. One of them wrapped his meaty hands around her waist and ground his cock into her ass. Sloan didn’t like it and he hated the fact that he didn’t like seeing some other man’s hands on her. Shit, she’s ours.

Grey finished his drink and gave his friend another pat on the back, this one a bit harder than the last one. “I’m going down there. You stay here.”

Minutes later Grey laid eyes on his prey and stalked slowly across both dance floors, stopping only when Sascha’s scent wrapped around him, swirled into his nostrils and lodged itself in his brain. Never to be forgotten. He inhaled until her scent mingled with every atom that made him a man, a shifter, and she was now a part of him too. “You smell good enough to eat,” he whispered in her ear low and seductive.

Sascha stiffened briefly before her brain recognized the scent and the low timber of that voice. His warm breath washed over her making her stomach muscles tighten, her nipples harden. Slowly holding on to the edge of the bar she turned, a heated smile splitting her face. “Tell me more.” She hadn’t flirted with a man in ages but there was something about Grey Maxwell that made her lady bits stand up and take notice. She gasped when he leaned in, his strong arms bracketing her body within his warm protection.

His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “First I would peel your fine ass out of this dress so my tongue could caress every inch it touched. Then I would wrap my tongue around those plump nipples and suck and bite and tease until you were begging for my cock, begging me to let you come.”

“Ho-ly shit.”

Two heads turned simultaneously at the breathy shocked words of the woman in pink. “Charley this is Grey, Grey this is my closest friend Charley.”

Charley’s face flushed a nice shade of pink when he flashed that dimpled smile guaranteed to dampen panties of young and old alike within seconds. “Nice to meet you.”

She stared for another minute before turning to her friend. “This tall slab of delicious is Grey?” At her friends nod she fanned herself. “In that case I’ll just get out of your way. I see an Eric Northman lookalike in the corner I’d like to ride. You’ll make sure she gets home?” Grey nodded, amusement in his eyes and she finger waved her goodbye.

“Your friend is quite a character.”

“You have no idea.” She often wished she had a fraction of Charley’s charisma and bravery. If she were Charley they’d probably be on their way to his place by now. Now that was a thought to consider. Research Sascha, remember your research.

“Now where were we?” Before she could form a witty answer, she felt nothing but the heat of his body so close it almost burned. She heard that low growl that told her he was turned on and moments later felt his tongue swipe from her collarbone up to her ear lobe. A breathy moan escaped her mouth and his hands tightened on her hips.

“You are fucking sexy Sascha, you know that?”

She shook her head at his words, feeling sexy and bold. “No but I do know something.” She licked her plump bottom lip, drawing his attention there before sinking her teeth into it.

“What?” His words were like a low roar.

“You look good enough to eat too.” This time the growl that came from him made her pussy clench and caught the attention of a few other clubbers. His gaze never left her mouth. He leaned closer and closer until he was close enough to lick her bottom lip, her top lip until she opened up and let him explore the depths of her mouth. She fisted his shirt, not to get closer but to avoid falling off the bench because damn, that kiss had her on the verge of an orgasm. And Grey didn’t let up. His tongue touched and tasted every inch of her mouth and her lips while his hands held her tight, kept her tethered to earth while his mouth was sweet enough to send her floating to the stars. She broke the connection to catch her breath. And to avoid coming on a bar stood surrounded by people. “Wow Grey. You sure know your away around a pair of lips.”

His smile was predatory as he tugged her off the stool and flush up against his hard muscles and stiff cock. “You ain’t seen nothing yet baby.”

“Where are we going?”

He pointed up to the glass walls on the second floor. “We have a private room up there. To talk.”

Her shoulders sagged. “We?”

He nodded. “You knew Sloan was here.” She groaned and he laughed. “He’s not so bad, just a little grumpy these days.”

“And that’s because of me?”

He shrugged. “Yes and no.”

She turned and smiled down at him as they climbed the metal stairs. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

He smacked her ass lightly. “Anytime brown sugar.” He guided her up the stairs and to the left where he held open the door for her.

She looked around the dark room decorated in various shades of blue silk and velvet. It was too dark to see anything other than Sloan emerging from the darkness looking the very picture of sex and danger. “Good to see you again Mr. Harper.” Damn good. He eyed her up and down, making her shiver at his heated gaze.

“Not as good as it is to see you Sascha. You look, ah, fuck that dress is…hot.”

She laughed at the way this man, so together in all aspects of his life, was basically speechless at the sight of her. She kept her voice cool and unaffected. “Good to know.”

Sloan’s eyes narrowed at the proprietary hold Grey had on her small waist. He was too preoccupied with the slope of her neck to notice anything and dammit Sloan was jealous. He hated being jealous. “Enjoying yourself?”

Sascha didn’t know who he was talking to, her with drowsy eyes or Grey whose tongue seemed to take up residence on her neck. “Very much. And you?”

“Not so much.”

“Too bad,” she said on a gasp as Grey’s teeth sank into the sensitive part of her neck.

Sloan’s fists clenched at his sides. He could smell her, smell the sweet, sticky scent of her arousal and he wanted that smell all over his face and his fingers, coating his cock. He growled as he stepped closer, his blue eyes nearly all gold as they stared into hers, daring her to say something. To deny the attraction he could smell. One hand went to her hip and slowly slid up her body over her ribcage until the weight of her breast rested in it. His thumb played with the nipple aching to be free of its prison. “I can’t wait to taste these tits. I bet they’re sweet and tangy, just like your pussy.” He sniffed the air again a smile spreading across his face as the scent intensified in the overheated room.

Sascha could barely stand up between Sloan’s panty drenching words and Grey’s delectable mouth. She had a secret fantasy of fucking two men at once and it looked like she might get her wish tonight. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” The words held no conviction in her current state but she couldn’t let him win. Not yet.

Sloan leaned in until they were nose to nose, his free hand gripping her chin until her face was tilted towards him. “Oh I will be tasting you tonight Sascha,” he nipped her bottom lip. “And you’ll fucking love it and you’ll beg for my cock,” he pulled her hips close so she could feel his hardness. “You’ll beg me to fuck your tight wet pussy, to fuck that sweet little mouth of yours.” He licked her bottom lips so achingly slow she moaned. “Hell you’ll even beg me to fuck that tight little ass of yours.”

She hated that she was so turned on but Sloan’s words only made her wetter while Grey’s finger plunged in and out of her pussy from behind. She knew she should be focused on her research but at the moment she wasn’t feeling very academic. “Then what the hell are we waiting for?”