Alpha Alone

Chapter Six

How could I be so stupid? How could I let myself do this? God, I am a downright idiot.

Deciding to go have a shower, to wash away this tension, I walk to my room, grab what I needed and headed to the bathroom.

Once stripping down, I remove my sling, hop in the shower and adjust the water temperature to as hot as I can.

Feeling the water flowing down my body, I start to calm down, but not relieve the tension.

I slowly start to run my hand down my body, along my breasts, past my stomach and finally reach my destination.

I start doing small circles around my clit, eventually getting faster. I lean against the wall for support, with one leg on the edge of the tub.

I rub faster and harder now, as I feel myself getting close to climax. I let out a slight moan, thinking of Darius having his arms wrapped around me, with his arms traveling down my body and kissing me.

Just as I start my descent into a full blown orgasm, I slide to the floor of the bathtub. Spiraling down into ecstasy, I lose focus of the world around me and begin to climax. I let out a dragged out groan, as I moaned Darius' name.

I proceed to sit in the shower for roughly another 5 minutes before deciding to stand up, turn the water off and climb out, legs still feeling like jelly after my one-man orgasm adventure.

Looking around the bathroom, I couldn't find my bathrobe.

Fuck, of course I'd forget the one thing that I'd actually need, with having a shower.

I sit there and think of ways to actually ask Darius to grab it from my bedroom without sounding like an idiot for forgetting it.

I walk to the door, open it and peek out.

"Darius?" I call out.

No response.

"Darius!" I call again.

"Yes?" He replies, standing beside the door, in the opposite direction to where I was looking.

"Oh," I pause, "could you possibly get my bathrobe from my room? It's on my bed."

"Sure." He answers, as he wanders off in the other direction.

He returns with the bathrobe in hand.

I reach my arm out, and retrieve it.

"Thank you." I respond.

"You're welcome." He says, as he glances through the little crack left open, from the door.

He smirks, then proceeds to turn and walk away.

Closing the door, I put the robe on, grab my clothes and sling from the basin and walk out to the kitchen.

Feeling a lot more relieved from my horny episode, I feel confident that I can successfully bare to look at Darius, without feeling like I want to just jump on him and ride the fuck out of him.

I fix myself a drink of the supplied vodka and creaming soda, sit down at the bench and flick through a magazine that was sitting on the counter top.

'HOW TO HAVE FUN WITHOUT A MAN!'
A caption wrote at the top of one of the pages.

Oh jeez, the irony.

I chuckle to myself, and begin reading the article to see what wisdom it provided.

Hmm, some of these things are quite adventurous and extreme. It makes me wonder who wrote this.

I finished reading it, pushed the magazine away, and prepared myself to put the sling back on, although I wasn't sure if I even needed it anymore.

I wasn't really in that much pain, and it wouldn't kill me to try and stretch it out a little bit.

I proceeded to slowly extend my arm, and rest it on the bench. Wincing in slight pain, I stretch it to form an L shape.

"Shit." I whisper to myself, and tuck my arm back against my body.

I down my glass of vodka and creaming soda, stand up and hesitantly grab myself another drink.

Fuck it, I deserve another drink. Besides, I haven't had a drink since before Lanie was born. Michael never allowed me to drink, in case I embarrassed him and his ego.

I decided to just let loose for the night and had a few more drinks.

Darius made an appearance after I had already consumed one too many drinks.

Walking into the kitchen, he chuckles at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." He replies, with a big grin on his face.

God he looked sexy. That cheeky grin. One side of his lip was pulled further upwards, revealing perfectly straight and white teeth.

The heat rose again. This time radiating up to my stomach. I giggle.

"Would you like to join me?" I offer.

"Yes, yes I would." He smiled.

We spent most of the night just talking, joking and laughing at each other.

Darius decided to put something on the TV, we sat on the 2 seater lounge.

"Get up." He orders.

I stand up, wondering why he asked such a strange thing.

He began pulling the cushions and blanket off, and pulled a fold out bed, from underneath the lounge.

"Oh." I say, looking at his muscles flexing as he put everything on the bed.

He turned to look at me, and smiled.

"I figured this would be more comfortable for you." He states.

"Why, thank you kind Sir." I reply, slightly bowing.

Darius laughed at my shitty attempt and mockery.

"Anything for my Lady." He quips.

It is probably a good thing, too, that he pulled the bed out, because when I bowed to him, I received the worst dizzy spell.

I started swaying, as I sat down.

Flopping onto the bed, I laughed, as did he.

He crawled onto the bed, sitting beside me, legs outstretched and his heat radiating my way.

He shuffled a little bit closer, so our arms were touching.

I glanced up at him, noticing he was already looking at me, I looked away and focused on the TV.

I started rocking my foot, to try and distract myself from his incredibly hot gaze.

I hear him slightly groan, and turn to look at him.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He looks at me, studying my facial expression.

Then leans over and kisses me.