Alpha Bully Read online Renee Rose (Wolf Ridge High #1)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Ridge High Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
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Her lips curl up at the edges like I excited her.

Good.

I excited myself, too.

I can’t wait to spank that ass again.

I let her go without any more kisses. “Be good, babygirl,” I say, walking backward toward my truck.

She just stands there, smiling.

First time I’ve seen her smile like that. So happy and relaxed. Free.

I did that.

Satisfaction rolls through me.

There’s not much good in me. Not much I’m good at.

But making Bailey smile just popped to the top of my short term goals.

Chapter 9

Bailey

The next day, I sit behind the wheel of my mom’s Corolla, trying to get up the nerve to turn the key.

It’s weird how much I want to do it. Like I’m doing it for him. To please him.

And it also makes my chest warm and gooey thinking about how much he did for me last night. Not the eating me part, although that was mind-blowing. But making me drive. Claiming the job of my punisher.

I’m not sure what I think of that.

You know I need to be the guy who punishes you. And you need me to do it.

It’s not hard to see why he might enjoy hurting me. I represent the shit-hole his life is in right now. And he’s right, I accept it. Because I want to be punished.

And the fact that it ended with us both satisfied means it’s not wrong… right?

I take a gulping breath and turn the key. The car starts and I put it into gear. Back out of the garage.

My mom comes out the front door, her jaw dropped in surprise.

I take my hand off the wheel for a brief wave and drive down the street, all the while taking deep inhalations to settle my churning stomach. I drive through town. Past the stadium. Up to the dirt road where the hidden playground is. I park and get out, ducking through the tunnel of branches to emerge at the secret park. It’s even more magnificent in the glow of morning sun. The striations on the canyon walls serve as nature’s giant artwork for a giant open-air living room.

It’s beautiful today. This is the time of year people are happy to live in Arizona. Not the suffocating heat of August, when we moved here. We’d be expecting the first snow back in Colorado, but October in Arizona is still warm. I’m celebrating by wearing a pair of short-shorts and a halter top.

I tense when I hear another car pull up.

Maybe it’s not as secret as I thought.

But it’s Cole who comes strolling through the archway, the lopsided know-it-all grin on his face, his keys flipping around his fingers.

He doesn’t say a word, just comes for me and doesn’t stop. His body bumps right against mine and he walks me backward, into the roofless building, where he picks me up by the waist and sits me on the smooth wooden table. My purse tumbles to the ground.

“Someone deserves another reward,” he purrs.

Oh God.

My pussy clenches. Tummy flips again.

Of course I’ve been thinking about last night’s reward non-stop, but it’s quite another thing to repeat it in the light of the day. In an outdoor location where anyone could come up.

Well, maybe not anyone, since it’s our secret park. But still. My face grows warm thinking about it.

Cole pries my knees apart and lightly strokes over the seam of my shorts, sending massive flutters through my belly. “Do you want my mouth here again?”

“Um…” My heart pounds. I’m both excited and terrified to do this again in the light of day. “I’m not sure.”

Cole cocks his head and raises a brow. “Really?” His voice drips with disbelief. “Well, you know what I’m sure of?”

I shake my head.

“I’m sure I want to spank this ass again.” Somehow he deftly flips me over so I’m face down on the table, legs dangling off.

He unbuttons my shorts in the front and gives a swift tug so they fall to the ground. “And I’m definitely sure I want to see my handprints today.”

My ass clenches. More flutters explode.

He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slowly drags them down. I get the feeling he’s taking his time in case I protest, which gives me more confidence.

I believe I can trust Cole, despite everything.

Cool air hits my butt as my panties tangle around my thighs.

He smacks my ass.

“Ow!” It hurts more on my bare butt. My skin prickles and smarts as Cole makes a satisfied growl in his throat. He lightly strokes his palm over the place he just smacked, like he’s admiring the curve of my ass.

He smacks the other side. I choke on my breath. “Beautiful,” he mutters. He presses one palm into my lower back and delivers five slaps in quick succession.

“Ouch! Cole, stop!”

He does. Or I guess he already had before I said it. He strokes his palm over my ass again and leans his torso over mine to speak in my ear. “Do you want me to stop because it hurts, Pink, or because it turns you on?”



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