All Chapters of Trapped Between Two Alphas: Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

“All right.” Cutter was a good judge of character, so she’d take his word on that.“That’s my girl.” He smiled her way, then they stepped off the back patio together.As they crossed the lawn, Brea clung to his hand. She’d always been shy around new people, men especially. Thankfully, every one of his teammates smiled as they approached. Josiah, whose voice told her he wasn’t from around here, seemed nice. Zyron and Trees both had Southern gentlemen’s manners, though charm rolled off Zy’s tongue while Trees seemed content to let his pal do the talking.No denying each of them was fit, sharp, interesting, and attractive. But none sparked her interest. Honestly, that was all right. Like Cutter had said, there was more to life than getting married. Still, she couldn’t lie. She’d looked forward to being some man’s wife since she was a little girl. Her friends had all left Sunset to pursue their ambitions of becoming doctors or actresses or teachers. And that was lovely—for them. Even if i

There was absolutely nothing sexy about Brea’s appearance, yet everything about her made him harder than hell.One-Mile made his living listening to his gut, and it was telling him there was something between him and this woman. So he didn’t give a damn if she had a boyfriend. To hell with being polite. And fuck walking away.Finally, a man he presumed was her father approached. After they exchanged a few words, she nodded. He cupped her shoulder and brushed a kiss across her cheek before disappearing inside the church again.Then Brea headed for her little white Toyota. One-Mile already knew the make, model, license plate, and VIN, so he wasn’t surprised when she hopped into the vehicle and pulled out of the lot. She drove right past him without so much as a glance in his direction. No surprise she didn’t take stock of her surroundings. Why should she? She probably didn’t have a care in the world, much less any enemies. She’d certainly never made her living by her gun, and he doubted

“Oatmeal about six this morning.” She blinked up at him. “What if he doesn’t make it?”The terror on her face hurt him. “The fact he’s conscious and talking is a good sign. She wouldn’t perform the surgery if she believed he’d never pull through. I know you’re afraid—”“You don’t understand.” She wrenched from him.“Then help me.”As quickly as the fight had filled her, it left. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t yell. You’re very kindly letting me lean on you.”“I’m also the only one around to hear your fears and frustration. So let me have it. I’m a tough guy. I can handle whatever you need to dish out.”She shook her head. “I’ll be fine.”“You’re like a bottle of soda someone shook up. I can see you bubbling under the surface. Yank the lid off and spew.” He tried to smile to lighten the mood. “I’ll help you clean up the mess when you’re done.”“I don’t let loose like that. Ever.”“Maybe you should, pretty girl.”He couldn’t push her anymore if she wasn’t ready…but someday she’d pop the top on

“To put your balls in your pockets?” When he laughed heartily, Brea realized her blunder. Her face seemed to heat to a thousand degrees. “I meant to shoot the balls you’ve chosen into their assigned—”“I know what you meant. And you’re mostly right.” He grabbed the blue cube on the rim of the pool table and chalked the tip of the cue. “I’ll explain along the way. Take this.”She wrapped her fingers around the stick he proffered in her direction. “Now what?”“Bend over the table, behind the cue ball…”Brea did, more than vaguely aware of her shorts creeping up her thighs, dangerously close to the under curve of her derrière, then glanced over her shoulder. “Like this?”He tore his gaze away from her backside, then frowned. “Damn, you really are a little thing. You might have to stand on the tips of your toes to get your arms on the table for a good shot.”She did, feeling the muscles in her legs tighten and her butt lift in the air.“Yeah.” Pierce’s voice sounded rough. “Like that.”Br

Mrs. Collins looked surprised. “Brea told you about that?”“Yeah.” But he hadn’t heard anything new in almost a week.“Oh. Well, Reverend Bell is recovering nicely, thank you. Do you, um…know Brea?” Clearly, that possibility surprised her.“We’ve met.”The woman relaxed. “Isn’t she a doll? She’s done an amazing job taking care of her father and keeping the church activities running while he’s out.”That didn’t surprise One-Mile. “Do you work here?”“I just volunteer. I teach third-grade math at the elementary school down the street. But since Jasper’s surgery, I’ve tried to step in and help more.”Probably because she wanted to be more than Jasper’s parishioner. One-Mile could tell by the way her eyes lit up when she talked about the man.Whatever. He’d rather hear about the preacher’s pretty daughter. But—wild guess—probing Mrs. Collins about Brea’s sex life with Cutter would get him booted from here.Instead, he leaned over the desk, jotted a quick note explaining how he’d fixed the