The Alpha's Instinct (Boyxboy)

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

Troye

“I’m telling you to loosen up my buttons babe, but you keep fronting babe, say whatchu gon do to me, but I ain’t seen nothing Troye,” Sam looked over at me and smiled lazily. I swear that smile just unleashed butterflies in my stomach. It also might be the fact he is serenading me with the Pussycat dolls in his Camaro.

He reached over and turned the volume down, and turned the car off, on account of the fact we just reached my house.

“Well thanks for the ride home, Sam. I really appreciate it,” I began to grab my stuff and get out of the car, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back in.

“What are you do-“ and then he was kissing me. He moved his lips against mine and held his hand across my cheek. My heart rate skyrocketed as he grabbed my neck, pulling me closer into him. HOLY hell. This damn middle console was in the freaking way, i just need to touch that boy. I swear to God he read my mind because suddenly I wasn’t in my seat anymore. He had lifted me over the center and onto his lap. Can you say steamy?

I ran my hands down his chest as his tongue explored my mouth. He tasted like cherries. Soon his hands were underneath my shirt caressing my stomach. He had the softest touch. I pulled away from his mouth and sucked on the skin below his ear as I felt his head roll back. He let out the sexiest moan I have ever heard while his fingers fumbled with the buttons to my pants. I sucked on his neck some more, desperate to hear that moan again. Annnd there it is.

I heard a yell far off in the distance, but I ignored it. I have really good hearing naturally. Sam had finally gotten the button to my pants open. He was in the process of moving his hand down my boxers when the screaming came closer.

I felt this twinge in my gut and realized it was, of course, my stepbrother. The infamous Dallas.

He flung the drivers side door open, forcing me off Sam.

“Troye. Out. Now.” His chest heaved as he glared at Sam. I guess I was off limits to The Seven because I was technically family. I call bullshit though, that was the hottest kiss I’ve ever had, no way that’s gonna be the last one.

I grumbled as I buttoned my pants and straightened my shirt, then climbing off Sam and into the driveway.

“Thanks for the ride!” I waved lazily at him, still out of breath from our little scene. Sam tried to smile back, but with another warning look from Dallas, he gulped instead. My eyebrows furrowed. Why was Dallas so upset? Good god it’s not like I was making out with our father or something.

“Troye! I told you to leave!” Dallas looked at me still standing in the driveway, and if he wasn’t so far away I would have swore his eyes were glowing red. But it was probably the sun.

I quickly rounded the corner of the garage, still within earshot. Well, earshot for me.

Here’s how the rest of that scene went down:

Dallas: I thought… I thought I told you what would happen if you made advances on him!

Me: What the hell Dallas who even says advances anymore? (I didn’t actually say it, don’t worry)

Sam: *gulp* (Few seconds pass) How did you see us from your room?

Side note- Dallas’s room is in the far back of the house with no view of the driveway.

Me; I was wondering that too, Sam.

Dallas: I could smell your fucking arousal from a mile away Sam!