CHAPTER FOUR
Rachel
I know he cares about me. Sort of. Donny, or Donovan as he disclosed in his chat, is a much older man. Well, if you count forty old, which isn’t really here or there.
Because the thing is that my alpha doesn’t feel old at all. Maybe it’s the internet chat, but Donovan comes off as young, he has a really great heart and he’s generous, even though he tries to hide it. Our chat last night only underlined that fact again.
DONNY: Baby, do you need gas money or anything?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: No, why?
DONNY: Because I don’t want you spending a thing. Tell me if you need money for transportation, food, anything to make our meetings easier.
I giggled a little.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: But I told you, the park’s close to my parents’ house, within walking distance. So no, I don’t need any gas money, thank you.
There was a quick pause.
DONNY: Honey, I don’t know if I should be the one telling you this, but in general, you don’t want to be giving your address out on-line. I could be anyone. A sweet girl like you shouldn’t be telling people where you live or where your parents live.
LIPSTCK4EVAH: But you’re not anyone! I already met you tonight and you touched me … you know. So you’re not just anyone.
Another pause.
DONNY: I know baby girl, but still. I could be anyone. I could be some random ex-con out to kidnap pretty girls, or I could be your high school math teacher. You don’t want to take chances, you’re too beautiful.
That made me laugh, even though I know he didn’t mean it that way. Because honestly, ex-con was better than my high school math teacher. Mr. Jinkle had been terrible, a new college grad with straw-like hair and raging acne. Even though he knew geometry really well, still, he could hardly hold the attention of the class, he was so meek and shy.
But the worst part was that Fred Jinkle had tried to come onto me. Yeah, he’d made a pass at me after class one day, saying that he could help “tutor” me in “the ways of women.” I almost hurled and had to excuse myself quickly, running out of the darkened classroom as fast as I could manage, knocking over books and a trash can on the way. I could almost feel that hot breath on my face again, stinky with bad teeth, and shuddered. Yeah, an ex-con with a criminal record would be better than dealing with Mr. Jinkle again.
Besides, Donovan wasn’t either of those. I could feel it in my bones. The alpha cared about me, offering me money so that I could get places, paying for my ticket at the concert, and even now, he was telling me to be careful even though it was against his best interests. What crazy criminal does that? I guess it’s possible that he was playing psychological games, but something told me that it wasn’t like that. Donovan was a genuine human being, a real man, someone who made me shiver.
So smiling once more, I typed my goodbye.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Don’t worry, I’m okay. Meet me at Twelve Oaks tomorrow night? Don’t be late! Xoxo.
And snapping the lid to my laptop shut, I’d shivered uncontrollably, a secret smile on my face. God, I was meeting up with the alpha male again, and the thought was absolutely titillating. Because I desperately wanted to feel his hands on me, stroking over my wet folds, that hard length brushing against my butt. I wanted Donovan to touch me even more this time, making it more real and more sensuous. What could he do? My imagination went wild, fantasizing about the dark man kissing my sweet spots, maybe giving me a delicious lick on my pussy while fingering it, hole dripping wetly.
But now, staring out into the darkened park, suddenly it didn’t seem like such a great idea. Before at the concert, we’d been surrounded by people. It hadn’t been jam packed, but still, there had been plenty of audience members around, all there to hear the band.
But now in the darkness of Twelve Oaks, a small shiver crept down my spine. The trees were really tall and ominous, strange rustling noises sounding out, and I cowered a little in the shadows. The roses were so beautiful during day, a multitude of colors giving off heady fragrance, but now all that was dulled. It was just a fence with a bunch of dark shapes on it, impossible to make out, the cool night air blowing over my face.
What were you thinking? my inner voice screamed. Rachel, you’re such an idiot! What girl comes out in the middle of the night to meet a complete stranger? What girl dresses the way you do, practically asking for it, begging to be mauled?
Because in a moment of impulsiveness, I’d put on a short skirt and crop top. It was a far cry from my usual jeans and t-shirts, but I wanted to feel sexy for once. I wanted to sex it up and get it on with my anonymous lover. So as soon as I left my parents’ house, I’d ducked behind a tree and struggled into the tight clothes, slipping on six inch heels, wobbling all the way to Twelve Oaks.
Of course, the voice in my head went off like a siren again.
Okay, so now you’re a hooker waiting for a john. That’s what you look like, and you have no way of escaping now. How are you going to run away in those stilettos? Damn girl, try to think ahead for once.
My face flushed as I looked down at myself. True, the shoes were ridiculous but they made my legs look really long and sexy, and I’d never worn them out before, admiring them in the privacy of my apartment. And yeah, I probably did look like a hooker, lurking about near the bushes in this tiny get-up, waiting for a man to come by. I swallowed heavily, heart fluttering. Oh god, had I made the wrong choice? Was this all doomed to end badly, with my body in a ditch, throat and wrists slashed?
But there was no more time to think, or to develop regrets. Because suddenly, he was here. A dark, hulking form swung me around so that I faced away, hands clutching at the trellis.
“Hey baby girl,” that deep voice murmured in my ear. “Looking to party tonight?”
And the feel of that massive, warm body behind me, his breath hot on my neck immediately made my knees go weak. Oh god, my cunt pulsed, sizzling a bit just from his nearness and I suddenly became a woman of the night, and not some eighteen year old innocent.
“Hi big boy,” I purred throatily, arching my back sensuously with welcome. “I am looking for some fun. You got something?”
Because the minute I’d moved against him, I’d felt it. Oh yeah, that monster cock was hard as fuck again, like an iron rod ready to do damage, and my butt had grazed against it. I’d wiggled and the hard rod had been there, like a stiff, silent sentinel. Under my breath, I moaned throatily, eyes falling shut as he bit lightly at my neck.
“Mmm,” I murmured sensuously, throwing my brown curls back. But suddenly common sense took over.
“Not too hard!” I squealed. “I don’t want the people at school to see!”
Because a hickey or two was gonna get some nosy questions, and how could I explain it? I didn’t go out on a date, not exactly. I met up with this guy, whose name is Donovan (I think), and he bit me hard there and there, but I don’t know his name. It was an impossible tale to spin, so self-preservation took over and I squealed again, ducking my head.
“Donovan, just touch me where it counts, okay?” I panted, boobs heaving up and down. “Where no one sees, you know what I mean.”
The big man chuckled deep in back of me.
“Of course princess, I’m more than happy to stroke that wet twat again. But what have we here?” he murmured throatily, even as that five o’clock shadow grazed my neck, making me squirm deliciously. “What have we here?”