Alpha 1 by Abby Weeks Page B

She knew he’d made an impression on her, but that was because he was so rich. Everything about him had told her he was rich, the way he was dressed, the way he spoke, the way he held himself.
    What did rich men like? What did they like to do with women they’d paid a lot of money to? Were they kind to them? Were they nasty? Were they cruel?
    She was too hot. That was the problem. She got out of the bed and took off her thin, cotton nightdress. She ran the cold water in the bath. She got in and let it flow over her body. Then she dried off and went back into the living room. She lay naked on the sofa bed. No one was awake. The house was completely silent. All too soon, Shirley’s little baby would be crying but for now, everything was as still as a ghost house.
    Lucy closed her eyes and without consciously deciding on it, she pictured Holden’s face. He had a manly, rugged face, the face of a man who worked with his hands. He was a man who knew what hard work was. Everything about him told her that. The muscles in his neck and shoulders, the strength in his hands, the power in his limbs, all of it was evident to her just from what she’d seen of him. He and Jimmy, both of them were strong, hard-working men. They were good men. They were nice to her. They were nice to each other. They were nice to everyone they came into contact with.
    Somehow, between them, they managed to change the entire atmosphere of the diner when they entered it. No matter how stressful a day she was having, no matter how many rude customers she had to serve, when they entered the diner it was as if all of that stress was forgotten. It wasn’t just her who was affected by them either, all the women at the diner felt it. Any one of them would have killed for a chance to go out with a guy like Holden or Jimmy.
    Anyone of them except Lucy. Lucy was different. She had bigger things to worry about. She couldn’t afford the luxury of dating an easygoing, friendly guy like Holden. She couldn’t afford to spend her days happily hanging out with such a relaxed guy. Her family was in a desperate position. They’d lost their home. Her father was losing his business. Both her parents would soon lose their health. She needed to find a man who could provide her with enough financial security to look after all of those things. She needed what she’d found, an arrangement with a rich man like Jefferson Lund.
    But as she lay there in the heat of the summer night, naked on the bed, the entire house, the entire neighborhood as silent as a graveyard, she allowed herself to picture Holden’s face, his strong arms, his muscular torso and abdomen. She imagined what it would be like to be wrapped up in his arms and held against his chest.
    She touched herself, her inner thighs. She sighed. She’d always pictured herself having a happy life, a safe, stable life with a good man. She let her fingers move gently over the skin of her thighs, touching them so lightly that it almost tickled her. Her fingers moved closer and closer to her vagina. First she touched the lips, the sensation welling up in her pussy, making her wet with anticipation. She pictured Holden’s face. She imagined what it would be like to take a hold of his firm, manly cock. She wet her fingers in her mouth and then let them press against the lips of her vagina. She felt the sensation rush up from the depth of her body, rushing forth to meet her fingertips.
    “Holden,” she whispered. As she did she slid a finger deep inside the mouth of her wet pussy. “Holden,” she whispered again. She moved her hand in and out, in and out, faster and faster. The sensation was delicious. She was starved for sexual stimulation. She hadn’t been with a man in so long, not since they’d moved to this new neighborhood and her high school sweetheart had broken up with her. She pictured Holden’s rugged face, his stubble, his piercing eyes, every detail, and as she did she began to reach the edge of climax. She