Free The Loneliest Alpha (The MacKellen Alphas) by T. A. Grey

between his hips. He was hard as a damn
rock.
    His
breath caught at the action, stuttered as he exhaled.
    She
knew what she wanted then, more than anything else, more than wanting to see
his face or to get free and escape. She wanted his kiss. To feel the flames
explode between them because she just knew they would.
    “Kiss
me, Gavin,” she said, panting.
    So
quickly, he moved. In a flash, he had those strong hands cupping her hips,
tightening and stopping her from rubbing her bottom along that column of power.
    “Don’t,”
he said, his voice cracked and broken. The sound sent a shiver down her spine
and it wasn’t in fear.
    He
buried his face in the back of her hair and it felt like they were lovers,
aching for each other after being too long without each other’s touch.
    “Please,”
she begged, aching for that kiss. That first touch of lips from this strange,
intriguing male.
    The
hand on her hips froze any of her movements, and he lifted away. “No.” He
pushed her hips back to the ground.
    “What?”
The flames of arousal died like throwing water on a campfire. The licks of them
tried to stay alive but anger started killing them.
    “I
said no.”
    Her
mouth flopped open and closed as humiliation and shame mixed nastily with the
anger. “You’re telling me no? After asking me to mate with you, and then I…”
she couldn’t bring herself to say she wanted his touch, not now. “And you won’t
even give me this? Fine, get the hell off of me.”
    “Alicia,
it shouldn’t be like this---”
    “You know
what,” she interrupted, “I’m real sick of you telling me how things should and
shouldn’t be. Now get the hell off me, Gavin MacKellen. Now. Before I scream an
avalanche down on us.”
    His
heavy weight lifted off her and when sat up, she saw him marching back to the
house, without a word to her.
    Shame
burned her cheeks, made her teeth grind until she threatened to sand down her
molars. It wasn’t fair, she thought, standing. This was how he treated her? She
finally had a moment of stupidity where she actually felt something intense and
wild between them and he couldn’t even kiss her.
    Her
jaw gliding back and forth, she marched up the house and threw open the front
door. She hadn’t been sure what she’d find there, but Kaity, Will, and a man whose
manila boots she recognized wasn’t it.
    Pissed,
she squared her shoulders. “You’re the one who kicked the door down upstairs.”
    The
man looked mean. He had ‘pissed-the-fuck-off’ stamped all over his face and
body. He stood with big legs spread, arms crossed across a broad, burly chest
and his lips pulled down into a grimace, his golden brown eyes flat.
    “How’d
you guess?” he asked, not actually sounding interested in the least.
    She
nodded to his boots. “Recognized the shoes.”
    He
lifted a brow and everything grew quiet. Kaity cast quick glances at her which
were both angry and hurt. Will glared at her, also pissed off. Gavin was nowhere
to be seen.
    So
what the hell was she supposed to do now?
    “I’m
going to need my work supplies sent up here. I can’t stay here for a month and
not work. I have a job to do. If you could take care of that, I’d appreciate
it. Can one of you take care of that?”
    “Who
the hell do you think you are giving us orders?” the big man asked.
    “Jo,
can it. He said he’s sending the rest of the girls home. This could be his mate
one day,” Kaity said.
    So
the big guy was named Jo. He didn’t look like a Jo. He looked like a Mingus or Vinnie
or Victor or some other over the top, big name. Not a Jo. Such a short name
didn’t do justice to the guy who had short-cropped hair, tattooed sleeves along
both arms that disappeared under his black tee.
    The
sound of a truck rumbled up outside. Kaity and Will sidled past her to get out
the front door but Jo stayed behind, glaring at her like he was envisioning
hammering nails into her head. She glared back because it wasn’t like she’d
caused him