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  RAPTURE 2: An Alpha Male Romance

  Copyright © 2015 by Perri Forrest

  Publisher: Jessica Watkins Publishing

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Editor: Ninha Ferreira

  Editor: Allison “Honey” Berewa

  Cover Artist: Brittani Williams

  Dedication

  I want to dedicate this book to all the committed and driven artists near and far. We all have different areas of entertainment that we bring to the world, and nobody but us understands what goes into delivering quality work to the masses. Just like nobody but us understands what all transpires behind the scenes as we put forth our best effort to produce not only something that our audience loves, but that we love as well. Keep doing what you do, as will I. Thank you, for allowing me to be in such good company.

  From the Author

  Rapture 2 wasn’t supposed to happen. Usually by the time I publish a book I’ve already read it so many times, and allowed those characters to be the boss of me, that I’m just ready to get the whole thing gone out my sphere. Seriously. Rapture was supposed to be a standalone. You’re probably like, Lies! That’s what they all say! But nah, for real. It was really meant to be that book ONE, book DONE. Buuut the outpour was such that it couldn’t be ignored and I’m all about giving my readers what they want. Y’all are spoiled! So, here’s your sequel. I hope it’s a good follow-up and that you enjoy!

  I want to extend a huge…and I mean, a huge, debt of gratitude to all the readers that sent me emails regarding Rapture. All the readers who tweeted me, and who hit my Facebook inbox. I loved the love! Thank you so much. I awoke to emails every day and continued receiving them throughout the day about how much they loved my couple. They told me what they would prefer to see build between Rush and Alika. They even offered me ways to twist the storyline. One even told me to pull a Maury and tell Rush: “You are not the father!” You’ll have to flip the pages to see if that actually happens. Do you know how rewarding it is when someone connects with characters that you built from your head, and then poured your heart into them? I wish I knew just how all of you were exposed to my work and which outlets led you to me so that I could acknowledge those individuals as well. But wherever you came from, don’t ever leave me. We cuzzins now! Lol!

  The girls in my reading group…I love y’all. You keep my days going and I can come in there and talk to y’all about anything and I love it! It’s candid, it’s fun, and we just kick it without any set schedule to follow and believe it or not, it helps me through a lot. It’s a healthy sister-friend interaction and it’s both welcomed and needed. Thank you sooo much!

  ~Perri~

  PART ONE

  ~PROLOGUE~

  Lance Michael Cambridge was a distinguished gentleman. At sixty-five years young, he didn’t look a day over forty-five. It might’ve been his dirty blonde cropped taper a-la-George Clooney style that he wore close to the head, or the goatee that lined his chiseled European features. Or maybe just the overall way he carried himself. He was always wore the finest clothing and surrounded himself with those who did the same. Tonight he was decked in a navy blue $1,400 Z Zegna Mohair suit, a checkered platinum tie, a crisp white button up beneath, and a pair of black $700 Gucci Hylands. Lance felt that if you were living the good life, you needed to dress the part. No exceptions. Your entrance into any arena should always make individuals take pause. It should make them wonder who you are and what your claim to fame is. They needed to question whether or not they were deserving enough to breathe your same air. Most consider Lance arrogant, an asshole, if you will. He doesn’t mind that, though. His attitude is such that if people aren’t talking about you, then you’re not doing you…the right way. A self-made millionaire by the time he was twenty-five, Lance had the ego of ten men, and not too many people liked him because of it. But not too many people were bold enough to call him on his arrogance. No, they wouldn’t do that. Because regardless of how they felt, what couldn’t be denied was the fact that because of his amazing business savvy, anything Lance touched turned into gold. Fuck that, it turned into platinum. He headed several enterprises spanning across the country, and had even dabbled in international affairs—both business and personal. He was the real-life, more suave version of The Young & the Restless’ Victor Newman, with every bit of the characteristics that Victor possessed.

  Tonight, he was out celebrating with a few colleagues having a night away from home, from basic life, and particularly, from business. He had been working nonstop for the past few months and desperately needed some time off…to get off. And that was what tonight was reserved for. There would be plenty of man-talk, as well as some very x-rated adult-style fun, at the end of it all, at a nearby penthouse suite. His plan included fucking a few beautiful women and tearing through their insides so rigorously, that his dick would be numb for weeks. That was the kind of pleasure he intended on engaging in.

  He allowed himself to welcome a slick smile across his thin lips. Despite the family drama he was currently involved in with his son, and the reveal of a long lost bastard child, things were looking up for Lance.

  He pulled up to valet, second in line, and exited his Midnight Blue BMW M6 Gran Coupe. “Thanks, young man,” he acknowledged as he surrendered his keys to the cheerful attendant. “Take good care of my beauty. Pictures were taken of her before I left my home, and I do check for all imperfections after the fact, so be on your best behavior.”

  “Of course, sir,” the attendant responded. “This beauty is in good hands with me. It’ll receive my undivided attention, sir,” he assured.

  At exactly 1:02AM, Lance stepped over the curb and proceeded toward the entrance of New Century, the full nude gentlemen’s club in San Francisco. He lightly tugged along the bottom of his suit jacket just to ensure that his appearance was perfect. As he walked in and saw that two or three gentlemen were ahead of him, he thought to enter through the discreet entrance instead as to not keep his party in VIP waiting any longer. But then he produced a light chuckle at a sudden thought. He already knew that regardless of how long he took, they’d be there. They were there to have a good time just as he was. A few seconds won’t hurt matters, he silently told himself.

  Immediately inside the cherry wood double doors, the head hostess, Briella, greeted him with a perfect smile. “Hello, Mr. Cambridge. Your party has become quite antsy anticipating your arrival. But we’ve kept them entertained for you.”

  “Oh, Briella, I’m sure you have. Thanks, love. You know that boys will be boys,” he kidded.

  “Oh yes, they will,” she responded, winking flirtatiously as she continued on her way, turning to look back at him once. “Have a great time. Perhaps I’ll see you in a bit.”

  “Yes, let’s make that a for sure thing,” he responded, staring hungrily, at her backside. My God, this is indeed going to be a beautiful night. Down boy, until it’s play time, he quietly instructed his member, as he adjusted his pants slightly.

  When Lance turned back around, he was met with a thud, as he accidentally collided with someone. The scent t
hat the person wore was immediately recognizable and engulfed the small pocket of air that lingered between them. Without looking up, instinctively, Lance’s reflexes caused him to reach out in apology. “Excuse me, sweetheart,” he offered, reaching out to assist her with maintaining her balance.

  Although she had stumbled, the woman regrouped and managed to speak softly. “I’m so sorry,” she said, as she rebounded.

  That voice! he said to himself. Lance tried to see the woman’s face, but it appeared that she was disinterested in having any eye contact at all, keeping her eyes fixed in another direction. However, the more she tried to avoid, the more curious Lance was to see who the woman with the familiar scent and voice, was. He released the light hold he had on her arm, and as he did so, their eyes met.

  What the fuck? His green irises lit up. He instantly recognized her. This can’t be!

  The activity around the club seemed to increase in those moments. There were more voices, there were more passersby, and the music playing throughout seemed to have gotten louder. As the reality began to register with Lance, he and the woman held onto each other’s gazes. So much so that it took him a few long seconds to realize that a small prick had been inserted into the front of his upper thigh.

  She withdrew the small needle, discreetly placed it back into its plastic tubing, and then backed up a few centimeters from where he stood. As incoherent as he had begun to feel, Lance couldn’t mistake the look of pure hatred and disgust that she held in her eyes. He knew that she despised him with every fiber of her being. And for that very reason, Lance knew that he was in danger. The once-panicked look in her eye began to relax. “You know me don’t you?” she mouthed. A faint smile crossed her beautiful face. He tried desperately to reach for her with weakly flailing arms, but she was already on the move. She hurriedly exited through the front door, leaving Lance behind.

  He screamed her name inside his head, but he was incapable of doing anything outside of that. His head began to spin wildly, and he was starting to have trouble realizing where he was, all while being unable to stop the feeling of nausea. Whaaat the fuuuuck is haaa…ppenn…ing? He was dazed, confused and could barely move a single limb.

  Heeelp me!

  Before he knew it, he was falling diagonally and unable to break a fall that came all too quickly.

  RAPTURE 2: An Alpha Male Romance

  “Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.” ~Antoine Rivarol~

  ONE

  Alika

  November 1, 2014

  3 weeks ago…

  I’m sleep. No. Not really…although it feels like it because I’m so at peace. My heart valves are pumping at a steady rate. When the first gasp releases, I’m surprised to hear it come to form. It’s my belief in this moment that I don’t even have a grasp of the English language. He’s everywhere that I can’t see, and his sensual pit stops to designated areas around my body come without warning. Shit. My left nipple is being caressed by his tongue, but at once his lips close around my erect morsel trapping it inside the warmth of his mouth, while doing things to it that make every single nerve ending react. He’s multi-tasking and breathing hot air over my areola, filling his mouth with as much of my breast as he can…then he’s back to my nipple and my areola causing me to shiver with both a hot and cold flash—if that’s even possible. Now his palm is beneath the base of my breast for leverage so that he has more control over his acquisition of my soul. He’s on a tour of my breast, and it’s driving me crazy. He hasn’t even entered me yet, and he’s driving me crazy. Just when I think it can’t get any better, he swiftly moves to my other breast, matching the loving attention previously paid to the other. My thighs are twitching in anticipation; my middle too, has gotten the message as it goes numb from the building desire. Fuck me, is what I want to tell him, but I’m content with him in the driver’s seat.

  When he leaves my breasts he begins a trail of soft kisses down my stomach and to my southern region. His lips meet my petals where he uses his lips to summon the juices protecting my bud like a gate around a private community. It’s mere seconds before my pearl tongue is in his mouth and being slurped upon with mind-blowing strokes, that only work to intensify the flurry of currents within. I don’t know why, but I still find amazement in Rush’s head game, and how well he dominates the roadways of my flesh. But never in my life as a sexually active woman have I experienced such pleasure. With each touch he sends me over, and all I want to do is beg for him to take me…all of me…filling me up with his beautiful weapon. But pleas won’t help me. Nor are they needed because he knows how to bring the fire without requests.

  Oh shit…

  The sounds from his mouth, the feel of his lips, that tongue! Fuck! I need more!

  I can’t breathe…

  “Rush…” I attempt. Yet I have no idea why I’m calling to him. I know enough to know that he goes to the beat of his own drum. He communicates with my body all on his own and moves according to the reaction that he receives. I can only be thankful. The last thing I want is for him to stop.

  When his head begins to bob and the movement sends his face smashing into my throbbing area to suckle at puffy flesh, I’m speechless, and motionless. He pulls against the skin bringing my silent screams with him. He’s pulling against my skin, but it’s just enough to feel…“Aaaahh!” It’s amazing. “Mmmm!” His tongue runs along the inside of my crease playing in my juices without a curfew in sight. I’m his favorite meal, and I’ve seen how he eats that. Yes, I’m that. But he wants to savor it. I understand baby. Make it last! Only unbeknownst to him, I’m just seconds away from exploding all over his beautiful face. “Yesss! Baby…! Yes!”

  Oh my God…

  Oh my God…

  Wow…

  ~*~*~

  But me reaching a tantalizing peak did nothing to break Rush’s flow. He continued his explicit assault on my swollen flower, teasing with his tongue around my entrance. When his mouth separated from me, I used that time to catch my breath. When I opened my eyes, Rush was emerging from his feasting place, and in his hand he held onto my obsession. It was rock hard and ready for action. My entire vagina awakened at his presence. It wanted him just as much as I did. With his member in his hand he moved across my wetness then slowly guided his tip into me before feeding me the full length. I opened my legs as wide as I could without hurting myself. And as usual, that initial penetration was pure ecstasy. I never knew why that first puncture felt so damn good. I didn’t know if it was because I had been so desperate for it while having my hot pocket licked to the very last drop, or if it was because I knew the amazing ride that lay ahead, or both.

  Hell, it’s all irrelevant.

  My hands were over my head and pinned as Rush moved in and out of me. I managed to bring my legs around his thighs so that I could have him as close to me as he could get when we reached our climax. I needed the skin to skin. I needed him to feel as though he is a part of me. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the rushing wave that made its way from my feet, up to my thighs, in between my legs, and pushed a hungry moan from the depths of my stomach!

  Oohhh…Yesss…This is the life.

  I was satiated once Rush finished having his way with me. As though that was anything new. His love was a powerful one and consistently left me filled with satisfaction, while still craving him. I knew enough to know that I would have been nothing short of a rag doll had he attempted to take me again in that moment, but my body clearly hadn’t gotten the memo because it was aching with desire, and long after my orgasm, it was attacking me from the inside with pangs and tingles to my core. I tightened my thighs as much as I could to shut off the signal, and while it only worked minimally, at least it did work.

  “Happy Birthday, baby,” Rush said, bringing his lips to mine and then placing kisses along my closed eyelids.

  I smiled big at my forever crush. “Thank you, baby. And what a wonderful present that was. You sure do a girl right.”

  “No, Alika Coll
ins. I do this girl right,” he corrected, looking into my soul with his beautiful, dark-as-can-be eyes.

  I always found myself wondering exactly where he got those good looks from. His sister and he were direct opposites in their looks. Both good looking people, but vastly different. From what Rush had told me, his father and sister favored. They both had blonde hair and green eyes, where Rush had dark brown hair and the eyes to match. So, his looks more than likely came from his mother; and I guess I’d never know that for sure since she was, by all accounts, no longer among the living. But it’s neither here nor there. All I knew was that I loved looking at his fine ass. Every time I looked at him, I wanted to touch him, and to be touched…by him.

  “Do you even understand how damn sexy you are, Rush Cambridge?” I asked, taking his face into my hands and pulling his lips to mine once again.

  “I know that when it comes off your lips, you make me wanna love you up until the sun comes up, and fuckin’ sets again. That’s what I know. And while we’re talking about ‘sexy’, I got the sexiest woman of ‘em all.”

  I lowered my gaze when he spoke those words. It was very easy for me to issue compliments, but receiving, and embracing them wasn’t something that I had yet mastered. Though as much as Rush lavished me with beautiful testaments—on a daily basis, and the way he made me feel, I was getting there quicker by the day. It was a good feeling too because I had never really had a man who was as attentive to my needs, and who I believed guarded my heart even more than I did. He was it for me.

  “Thank you, baby love,” I responded. “Means everything coming from you.” Then I looked around the huge room and toward the moon’s light that was peeking through the sheer curtains covering the balcony’s sliding door. “I can’t believe we’re at Disneyland, Rush. I just can’t believe it,” I repeated, close to tears.