Anarchy Found – Alpha Lincoln
By JA Huss
Pre-order begins: 11-29-15
Publication date: 12-2-15
Little red lights line the tunnel. It sorta reminds me of an airport runway. The mud turns to concrete about twenty feet in and there’s a small light up ahead. I’m really not sure what to expect, so I get my gun out just in case.
A few paces on and the tunnel turns sharply to the left where the light is brighter. I can hear yelling. Bike boy is yelling.
Someone is talking back to him, but he’s laughing too. I let out my breath and relax a little as I creep forward into the chamber. The first thing I see is the wrecked bike mounted on a red mechanic’s lift. Then toolboxes, some weird contraption that looks like a… robot, rolling around? A computer, then another, and another. A whole wall of computers, actually. Food wrappers and half-empty protein shake containers. Parts. A black muscle car. A long table lined with shit that looks like pieces from a chemistry lab. And a massive aquarium-sized tank holding luminescent jellyfish.
All this time bike boy is yelling and waving those black-gloved hands in the air, splashing a protein drink all over the floor.
“What the fuck, Case? I told you not to mess with my bike, you asshole.”
“I didn’t touch your bike, Lincoln.”
“Stay the fuck out of my business. I crashed the goddamned bike and had to hitch a ride home and Sheila is somehow offline. Offline! You motherfucker!”
“Calm down,” Case says. “She’s not gonna miss anything being offline for a few minutes. In fact, if I were you I’d be asking how it’s possible she got knocked off so easy. Doesn’t that strike you as weird?” It comes from a giant face on a wall-sized flat screen mounted on the side of a… cave? What the fuck? “And you lost your right to work alone months ago, so don’t get all self-righteous about me being around today.”
“What’s that supposed to—“
“Hey, asshole,” the guy on the screen says over bike boy’s tantrum, cutting him off.
“I didn’t need this complication—” Bike boy stops talking. Because the guy on the screen is waggling his eyebrows at me. “What the fuck are you doing?” bike boy asks. “Stop making stupid faces—”
“We have com-pan-eee.” The guy on the giant screen nods his head at me.
Bike boy whirls around, shoots me a dirty look, and then growls, “I’ll call you back,” as the giant screen goes black.
We stare at each other for a few moments, our eyes locked. “Oh, my—”
“You’re still here,” he says over me.
“—God.” I look around one more time.
1. Cave filled with…
2. Super bike.
3. Souped-up muscle car.
4. Giant flatscreen phone chat.
5. Computers everywhere.
7. Some kind of science lab.
A few loud beeps interrupt my list. “Online,” a female voice says from the ceiling. A pause, and then, “There has been a breach and we have a visitor.” A hologram in the form of a woman appears in the middle of the cave and I can only assume this is…
8. Sheila, apparently back online.
I look around a little more and spy… not a cape, thank God, but a… a…
9. Helicopter, parked at the far end of the enormous cavern.
And then I get the perfect list after all, because I see…
No, they are more than mere guns. I know my way around a gun and these are—
“What the fuck are you doing here, gun girl? I thought we parted back in the forest.”
“You know what Case and I call you behind your back?”
“Come on, Lincoln—”
“No, fuck you, Case. You get all paranoid because I go missing for a few hours—”
“A whole fucking day, you asshole. A night and a day, actually. Where the hell did you go? And what’s the deal with the girl?”
“It’s been taken care of.”
“I hope you did it right,” Thomas says, taking his martini from Mac, who makes another quick escape down to the other end of the bar. “Because you’re fucking up a lot of plans right now.” He glares at me from the corner of his eye. “And we never gave you authority to start killing people.”
“We? What is this we shit? You’re so sure we’re on the same team, Thomas?” I laugh, it’s so absurd. “Maybe we were way back, but you haven’t been one of us for a very long time, brother. Way too long to just start talking about bygones. So why don’t you put your fancy black gloves back on, take your coat off that stool, walk back the way you came, and go fuck yourself.”
“Shit,” Case says with a grunted laugh. “You’re an idiot, Lincoln.” Case grabs my gun hand and points it at Thomas. “Shoot him, then. If he’s not one of us, then shoot the fucker and prove it.”
I can’t shoot him. The three of us know this. And it’s not that I’ve got some sentimental affection for the old days. Some long-ago sense of loyalty. No. I simply cannot shoot him.
My hand trembles and I’m not even aiming, Case is. My whole body starts to sweat and my hands heat up. Perspiration collects on my forehead in drops and then it’s rolling down my face. The shakes start and I’m ready to double over from the nausea. Another second and I’ll collapse to the floor.
I wrench my gun hand away from Case, lower it to the ground, and the symptoms of inhibition poisoning ease back. But it takes many more seconds to recover than it does to be affected.
“I guess I am one of you,” Thomas says with a satisfied smile as he takes another sip of his martini. “Now be a good boy, Lincoln, and do your job like we planned it. Stop this madness before you get us all killed.” He gulps the rest of his drink, places his glass on the bar, and then reaches for his wallet, throwing down a twenty. “I’ll see you both Friday night at my new headquarters for the SkyEye party. And feel free to bring your date, Lincoln. I’d love to see her.”
“It’s sick what you did over there,” I say.
“So you saw it?” Thomas asks, one eyebrow raised. “I think it’s quite spectacular.”
“Yeah, if you want to be reminded of death.”
“You’re so dramatic, Lincoln. Grow a pair, will you? This is the big leagues and I’m not going to let you mess this shit up over petty vengeance.”
“Says the kettle to the pot.”
“My plans are a lifetime in the making. A legacy. I’m only taking what’s owed to me. And don’t you ever forget that I’m the one who saved you, Lincoln. I could’ve walked out and never looked back.”
“I thought that’s what you did,” I growl.
Thomas looks over at Case. “You better get him on a leash,” he says, turning his back to us and walking out. “Or I’ll step in and do it myself.”
There’s a lingering silence as the door whooshes shut after Thomas makes his exit and when I finally look over at Case, he’s got lots of questions. “What?” I ask.
“What did you do to the girl?”
“I took care of it.” And I did. But damn if she hasn’t been on my mind ever since. Everything about her has been on my mind since the minutes we wanted to fight out on the road. And she had a badge in her purse issued from the CCPD.
Detective Molly Masters.
Why didn’t I know she was the new detective?
“What if she…” Case stops, maybe choosing his words carefully. “What if she becomes a problem?”
“I told you,” I growl, giving him a look from the corner of my eye. “It’s taken care of. She won’t be a problem.”
I leave Case at the bar, all his questions unanswered. If I wasn’t offered answers about why Thomas is here, then why should Case get answers about me?
“You better go home tonight, Linc. I’m fucking serious.”
“Give in tonight, Molly. And I’ll give in tomorrow.”
“What’s that mean? Why do you have to talk in riddles? Just tell me what the fuck is going on.” My words come out as a hoarse whisper and I look at the ground. And I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t turning me on. This alpha shit. I should hate it. I should rail against it. Slap him again and walk off. Walk straight the fuck out of here with my head up.
But I can’t say that’s how I feel, because I don’t.
“Hold your skirts up and find out.”
I force myself to look up. His eyes are not bright with mischief. They are dark, and cold, and commanding. And his lips aren’t curled up in some playful smile. They are straight, slightly parted. And I can see his tongue doing a little dance inside his mouth, like he’s thinking very hard about something. His hand leaves the wall and he drops the soft fabric of my silk skirts so he can place both leather-clad palms on my cheeks. Gently. And this is the only gentle thing about him right now. Because he scares the fuck out of me.
“Do it,” he says, his mouth finding mine. His lips pressing into an unbreakable kiss. His hands caressing my skin. His body moving forward, his knee taking position between my legs. “Lift those skirts, Molly,” he says, his words tumbling against my tongue. “Let me slip my hand between your legs and play a little. Let’s have a good time tonight and forget that it’s all gonna come crashing down tomorrow.”
“Please,” he says. The word is so soft. So filled with longing, and regret, and emotion. It reminds me of that friend of his while we were dancing. His plea makes me want to obey. Against my will, I try to convince myself. But it’s a lie. There is something on the tip of my tongue. Like my brain has been keeping secrets and they’re about to explode out of me. So I reach down, grab a fistful of silk tulle and I give him what he needs.
His mouth is suddenly hungry and crushing. His tongue dances inside me. One hand leaves my face and goes to his belt and I hike my skirts up even more, exposing the bare skin of my leg. The brisk air flows upward, making my pussy tingle with anticipation. His belt buckle drops away, and he tugs on his zipper just before he presses his hard cock against my hip.
I push forward, making him groan with the pressure against his hard-on. “Do it, then,” I whisper. “Just do it. Before someone comes.” The voices of other couples in the maze are louder, but there’s no way for me to tell how close they are to finding the center. Or finding me here, doing this with him.
He grabs my skirts, the sudden force enough to make me gasp with surprise, and then he reaches between my legs and pulls my panties aside, just enough to slip a gloved finger inside me. “Open your legs wider, Molly.”
Just hearing his gruff voice say my name sends my mind spinning. Why? Why is he making me feel this way?
But that thought disappears as soon as the pressure inside me turns to pleasure. I obey his last command like I’m that computer thing in his cave. Forced to do his bidding. At his beck and call and under his spell.
Just as that thought crosses my mind, his cock—full, and hard, and throbbing just like my pussy—replaces his finger and I moan. Loudly. “Oh, God.”
“Shhh.” He laughs. And that laugh twists the whole thing around from forbidden and terrifying to reckless and tantalizing.
“I want to fuck you in the open,” he says. “Right here under these spotlights. With all those high-society fucks two hundred feet away, oblivious to what’s coming. All paranoid and pathetic, wondering what we’re going to do next. And if you make noise, Molly, I’ll have to drag your trembling and aching body over into the shadows and that would ruin everything.”
“Oh, God,” I say again.
“You don’t want me to ruin everything, do you?”
I shake my head as I stare up into his eyes. He grips my waist like he never wants to let go. He rocks against me, pressing me so hard up against the cold pedestal, I can feel the roughness of the stones embedded in the concrete.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he says, fisting my hair with one hand until my head jerks up. “And look at me when I fuck you.”
I lift my leg and his other hand is there helping. I wrap myself up against the hard, defined muscles of his stomach and around his hips just as he thrusts inside me.
“Fuck,” he growls, biting my earlobe. “They’re getting closer. Two more right turns and they’re gonna find us. And if you think I’ll stop, you don’t know me very well. So come for me, Molly. Come for me and say my name in my ear as you do it.”
“Lincoln,” he whispers. “My name is Lincoln. Say it. I need to hear you say it.”
JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
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