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Obsession, Loving An Alpha Male(2)

By:S.K. Lessly


I had made it around the track three times, and I could feel the burn in my chest. That’s what I wanted to feel; the constant burn, which was a reminder of the pain they each inflicted. I turned the corner, my fourth time around, and noticed a man with a great set of arms come onto the track. I’m sure he had a great set of everything, but his arms were all I could see. He was tall, had to be well over six feet and those legs… Oh my.

Suddenly, I felt my knee move funny. Then to my horror, my legs went limp. My eyes bulged out of my face; I watched helplessly, as the track came up to meet me. I felt like everything was in slow motion. It took forever for me to hit the track it seemed, but when I did, I hit it hard, rolled and landed flat on my back. My wrists, shoulder, head and ankle were killing me.

Oh shit! It hurts! I couldn’t believe I had done that. Okay Summer, just lay here. I looked up at a now fully lightened sky. Maybe no one saw–

“Excuse me, are you all right?”

Oh no!

I closed my eyes tight, hoping and trying desperately to disappear.

“I wish I could just click my heels three times and be back at my place,” I thought I muttered to myself.

I didn’t hear anything else, so maybe it worked, or maybe I was imagining the voice I heard.

Yes that’s it, I’m all alone. No one saw me fall.

Just as I felt relief, I heard a chuckle behind my eyes, and then a voice say, “Clicking your heels three times only worked on the Wizard of Oz.”

Damn it!

I slowly opened my eyes and found a clear, beautiful set of blue eyes looking down at me. There was no humor or pity in them; just concern coupled with complete and utter hotness.

This is just great.

“Are you all right?” he asked, again.

Say something, Summer.

“Um… Yes, I’m–” I tried to sit up on my hands, but pain bolted to my right wrist. “Ouch!”

The man crouched down before me and frowned. “Here, let me see.”

I moved my hand from him, pulling it close to my body. I looked up in his face, and my breath caught. Damn, he was good-looking. I mean, more than good-looking. He was by far the most attractive man I had ever laid eyes on. He was rugged and handsome in a brooding kind of way.

“I promise I won’t hurt you. Just let me see.”

He knelt on one knee next to me, trying to appear less threatening. Little did he know, it wasn’t working. I mean, I didn’t think he would hurt me. It’s just there was something about him that was making my heart beat out of control.

I swallowed the knot forming in my throat and asked, “Are you a doctor?”

I inwardly chastised myself for sounding so weak and scared, but he didn’t seem to notice; he only shook his head and reached for my arm.

The moment his fingers touched my skin, I felt a sensation that moved through me as quick as lightening. I gasped lightly in surprise as a result of the instant electricity and wondered if he could he have felt it too.

He smiled at me. “No, I’m not a doctor, but I’ve seen and had my fair share of broken bones. Let me see if anything is broken.”

God, this man’s voice.

He didn’t wait for me to give him permission. He moved my arm from my body, keeping his eyes steady on mine.

I wanted to protest, really I did. But all I could do was lean into him a little and inhale the glorious scent of him.

Is he supposed to smell this good so early in the morning?

Hell, he smelled incredible. And man, he was really starting to garble my thoughts!



“Am I hurting you?”

I blinked again. “What?”

“Am I hurting you?” he repeated.

Then I shook my head. “Oh, no.”

As he touched me gently, I tried to keep my breathing under control. This man should be in People’s magazine as the sexiest man alive. He rocked a five o’clock shadow that made his face more ruggedly handsome than I could have ever dreamed up a man to be. His hair was short, close to his head and laid on top of his scalp in tamed waves. He had a square jaw that was chiseled and masculine. And when he frowned, which is what he was doing right this moment, it made me squeeze my thighs together.

Good thing he was focused on my wrists and hopefully missed how tight my thighs were.

“Ah!” I jerked, and he looked up at me.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Is it broken?” I asked him.

“No, just a little bruised. I would recommend putting an ace bandage around your wrists for a little while and putting ice on it if it swells, but other than that, you have a clean bill of health.”

He moved to touch my forehead and then my shoulder, and yes, I let him.

God, I would let this man do anything he wanted to me right about now.

“Is there anything else that hurts?” he asked.

If I say yes, would you kiss it and make it better? I said to myself.

The smirk that played on his face that moment had me wondering if I actually spoke out loud. Oh shit.

“Um… No, I think I’m okay,” I answered.

I stared at him a little too long. I couldn’t help myself. I’d never been affected this way by any man.

I shook my head slowly. “Thank you for looking at it.”

“No problem. Here, let me help you up.” He gripped me firmly by my forearm and pulled me up. I was about to move, but he stopped me. “Whoa! Hold on. Let me...” Then he pointed to my sneakers, bent down, and I watched in amazement as he tied my shoes. Call me weird, but that was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and to be quite honest, no one had done anything so sweet for me in a very long time.

Good God Almighty.

When he finally stood to his full height, I found myself standing inches from him. I looked up into his eyes and swayed slightly. I couldn’t tell you if the sudden dizziness was caused by me being this close to him, or if I really hit my head hard.

Can he feel my heart beating out of control?

I instantly blushed and backed away from him.

I looked down at my sneaker. “Um, thanks for helping me up, and well, tying my sneakers. I’m such a klutz.”

He smiled at me. “Really? I thought maybe you were just trying to get my attention.”

Ho–lee crap, are those dimples?

“Huh?” I looked at him, feeling my knees starting to grow weak, then I stepped back further. “Oh God no. I–”

Well, it seems I’m a glutton for self–punishment because I felt myself falling backwards, apparently going down for a second time. I flared my arms, and suddenly felt a strong arm rope around my waist and pull me forward into a body that felt just as I imagined it would; unbelievable.

Yeah, now I’m completely embarrassed. My face was on fire, and I buried it in my hands. I want to point out, if you haven’t noticed, that I’m still in his arms.

I heard him chuckle. “Wow, I’m flattered. I have that much of an effect on you?”

“More than you know,” I mumbled, then froze.

Now, did I just say THAT out loud? I lifted my face from my hands and saw the sexiest half grin appear on his face. I’m gonna die.

I tried to smile through my embarrassment.

“Well, it seems I’ve done enough running for the morning, as well as embarrassed myself to the fullest. Um…” I finally backed away, watching this time where I was stepping as I went. “…Thanks again for looking at my wrists, and for, you know… saving me.”

His grin turned to a full on smile. “No problem. Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to walk you to your car?”

“Oh no, that’s okay, really. I’m fine. Thank you for offering though. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” he replied, simply. I turned and tried not to show just how bad my knee was killing me.

I didn’t care how stupid I looked trying not to limp, yet failing miserably, at the same time. I needed to get out of there before I found another way to humiliate myself.

An hour and a half later, I was behind the counter of Sara’s Café, where I worked. Sara’s Café was a few blocks south of my apartment on East Carson Street.

Sara’s had been in this neighborhood for a very long time. Her two youngest sons out of six, Stephen and Nicky, and three daughters–in–law, wives of her oldest sons, helped her run the place. It’s a quaint little place with a huge display case where the pastries are kept. There were small tables located on both sides of the café. The middle, of course, was open for patrons. The walls were nicely decorated with family pictures of Sara and her family.

The neighborhood loved her and her family. Sara’s was all about fresh baking, priding themselves on baking from scratch, providing customers with the best homemade pastries in the city. We sold other items besides pastries, but Sara’s was mainly known for its breakfast menus. We sold fresh donuts, coffee cakes, fresh muffins, and croissants. We made breakfast sandwiches on freshly made English Muffins and biscuits. It’s one of the places I loved about this city.

I’d been in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for about two years now. It took a lot of getting used to, being on my own, but I found two and a half jobs that kept me hidden like I wanted and paid me enough that I could afford my bills. Out of all the cities I traveled to, this one was my favorite place to live. I loved this city’s culture and history. I loved the diverse people. The people that I have met have welcomed me without question or hesitation.