The possessive alpha

34.

I climbed onto the boat, having my hand wrapped inside of Ryan's. He had just sat down when he cracked open a can of bud light.

I followed his footsteps and took a seat near him. He flashed me a grin before offering me a drink. I shook my head in response to the offer. I didn't really want to get hot and drunk at the same time. That's a big -no no.

I watched as Lucas stepped onto the boat, then Bates, then Jason, a blond girl followed behind him quickly. I froze when the final person stepped onto the boat.

She was the reason I was taken the second time. He gives it away like candy. That girl. I glared at her and a growl biled up in my throat. I quickly scooted onto Ryan's lap and gave his a quick kiss on the chin.

Her eyes ripped away from me and towards the water. I jumped when Ryan put a hand on my hip and dipped his head down to my ear. "Are you jealous?" His tongue flicked out and hit my ear making me cringe.

"No- it's just- it's- I'll tell you later." I mumbled, reaching for the beer in his hands. Ryan lifted it just out of my reach and Lucas let out a laugh from beside us.

"Your underage" he commented, I shot him a glare and laughed lightly. I was really the only teenager here, yet I was of a higher rank than everyone else.

By the time we pulled back into the docks it was past ten, and the boat was littered with empty tin cans. My eyes scanned the ground as I unbuckled the life vest from my body and let out a tired sigh. I couldn't understand why I had been so tired lately, and everyone kept repeating that I was underage to drink. Since when do they even care? I tossed the vest onto the ground, and ran my hands through my hair.

"Babyyyhy," Ryan slurred, barely able to stand up from his seat. His hair was a mess, and I rolled my eyes. I quickly started to unbuckle his vest and tugged it off his shoulders.

"What?" I asked. He smiled, and gripped my chin, pulling my lips to his. I heard him chuckle, and felt the breath against my ear.

"I'm not drunk, it takes a lot more than that." He chuckled, clearly sober by the way he was talking, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Not funny, I was going to leave you here." I replied, not even looking at him. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and take a good nights rest. Or maybe bates could have got you, I mentally thought. The entire time we were out it was either was was talking to him, and the dark haired girl who's name was lacey, or talking about him to me. It really got on my nerves.

I jumped off the boat and onto the gravel, nearly falling but caught myself. I paused and waited for Ryan who was dragging behind me and started towards the cabin. I was just glad the cabin would only house us two tonight. I don't think I could put up with anyone any longer. Not even Lucas.

We stepped into the cabin and in no time after the door clicked closed Ryan's arms were wrapped around mine from behind making me immobile. I sighed, and didn't even try to break out of his grip. I had no real reason to. "Will you tell me what's wrong, please?" He whispered, his voice just barely audible. "I've been wondering about it all day since we've been on the boat and it's killing me and I- I need to know. Something's bothering you, what is it?" I shook my head, and attempted to break free. I didn't want to talk about it. Him and bates seemed like close friends, but it wasn't just him getting on my nerves. It was the fact that...Lacey was there.

"It's nothing," I mumbled. I felt his grip loosen seeing as I didn't want to be bothered by it, and I slipped away from him completely. I turned to see a pained expression on his face and sighed.

"That Lacey girl, I don't like her." I growled. Just the thought of her made my blood boil. Ryan raised an eyebrow at me to explain and I growled a little louder.

"I just don't like her, okay?" I felt Ryan place a hand on my shoulder making me flinch. I'm pretty sure I got a sunburn from being out in the sun all day.

"Please tell me why, Tay." He begged.

"Have you slept with her?" I asked, my voice was getting choked up by tears. I couldn't bare to look him in the eye and I could hardly breath. It felt like hours before finally answered me.

"No, why?" He asked. My head shot up and I looked him dead in the eye. I watched him swallow.

"Ryan I need to know the truth," I begged. I watched as the muscles in his chest tightened as he took a breath. His hands reached up and cupped my face making me look at him.

"Yes, Taylor. But it was before I met you and it was just one time and god, I love you and I won't ever do it to you and-" he stopped himself by pressing a kiss on my lips. A tear slipped from my eyes and I looked down.

"She told me t-that you 'gave it away like candy' , and that I came from a whore house and- I" tears formed in my eyes and I dug my head into his rock hard chest. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed soothing circles in my back. I couldn't understand what was getting into me.

"And I was jealous of how much attention you were giving her and-" he shushed me, and squeezed me tighter than before.

"Taylor you know none of what she said about you is true, and if it were up to me I wouldn't have even let her go knowing that you don't like her and Taylor I want you. Not her, not anyone. I only want you." He breathed, before I know it he was laying me down in the bed. Our bodies parted, and I watched as he silently walked to the end of the bed and searched in the bag.

He grabbed my undergarments he had packed for me, along with one of his signature grey polo shirts, and some fluffy green socks. He then grabbed his own clothes after handing me my own.

He stared at me before a soft smile grew on his lips. "Take a shower with me," he begged. I rolled my eyes and sat up in bed.