Daddy Shifter's Fake Fiance (Stonybrooke Shifters)

by Leela Ash

  When the kid nodded, he sighed to himself. Jason offered to draw it for him and Michael searched around, trying not to let the frantic adrenaline take over as he looked for something for Jason to draw with. His blood was ice; he just seemed to know that the emblem would be the same as the gang he had been searching for since the fateful day when he lost his family. What he didn’t know was what that would mean for him.

  They had holed up for the night in a modest sized house. Jessa and Carin were outside, watching as Milo and Shane played with his small collection of cars. As he sat at the small dining room table with Jason, waiting for the young man to finish up, he could feel his heart rate rising. After what seemed like an eternity, Jason handed him the picture that he had sketched out. Michael’s throat constricted. He suddenly couldn’t breathe. Jason noticed that Mike’s face had gone pale, and asked him if he was okay.

  “Are you sure this is what it looked like?”

  Jason looked down at the paper and nodded. He was positive. The emblem had been burned into his memory during the worst day of life, much as it had been for Michael. There were some things that his mind wouldn’t let him forget, no matter how hard he tried. In fact, he had been tortured by the memories for years. And why would he want to let go of his need to avenge his family? It had all been so senseless.

  “When was the last time you saw them? I mean, where was this at?”

  Jason told him where he used to live. Michael had been worried they would have to travel all the way to Texas, but surprisingly it wasn’t too far away from where they were. Maybe a hundred miles back the way they had just come. Michael realized that the attack on Jason’s family must not have been too long ago. It made him wonder if he actually had a chance to catch up with the gang. There was a small chance that they were still around, terrorizing that town. After he had pumped the young man clean of all that he could tell him, Michael was left with wondering what he should he do. Could he really just let it all go?

  ***

  Everyone was sleeping in the house, except for Michael, who couldn’t let his mind settle down long enough to close his eyes. There was no way that he could get to sleep. They were supposed to leave in the morning, but all he could think about was what Jason had told him. If there was a chance that he was that close to the men who destroyed his family, he had to go after them. There was no other option. He knew that Jessa wouldn’t want him to go. He was also painfully aware that she wouldn’t want to come. And for good reason. She needed to protect her own living son, not avenge the ghost of his.

  Michael looked over at her sleeping form and was torn, not knowing what to do. He didn’t want to leave her again, especially after what happened last time, but he knew it was more dangerous to let a group of bloodthirsty men like that roam the fragile new world. As with Billy, there had been a decision made that they couldn’t let guys like them go on. Michael hated to think of how many people could have been saved such misery if someone had taken care of the gang before; if he had taken care of them when they had killed his family.

  He felt guilty that he hadn’t been able to stop them, but now that there was a chance to do what he regretted not doing before, didn’t he owe it to himself and to all the other people out there like him to take care of it? Jason’s family deserved justice too. How could he walk away from an opportunity like this? As if on cue though, Jessa turned back towards him, snuggling in against his body as she murmured in her sleep.

  What if he never saw her again? It was always a possibility when you left someone. They might not be there when he got back. A lot could happen while he went away to seek his revenge. That was, of course, assuming that nothing would happen to him. It was the optimistic hope that he would take them all on and finally be the one that stopped them.

  Funnily enough, Michael as worried about that as much as he worried about something happening to Jessa and Shane while he was gone. He knew that Milo would stay and help watch out for them, but he would never forgive himself if something happened to them if he wasn’t there to defend them.

  Michael had no idea what to do. There was nothing he could do that night. Tomorrow he would have an answer; he was sure of it. Was it truly a sign that they had run into Jason and Carin on the road? Eventually, his mind couldn’t handle the pressure anymore and he blacked out, his body pulling him into sleep out of pure exhaustion.

  ***

  “Wake up, silly.”

  Michael growled at Jessa as she squeezed his shoulder. She kissed him, knowing that he was grumpy in the morning. She also knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold onto the grumpiness for too long if she started him off with a little morning seduction. She turned out to be right, and before long he was pulling her onto his hardness and she squealed, trying to get away. Her method was not a hundred percent and there were still times that it got out of hand.

  “I am awake.”

  Pushing herself off of him, Jessa’s body screamed with his roughness the last couple of times that he had taken her. Something was on his mind and he wasn’t ready to tell her about it, though Jessa didn’t mind the way that he was getting rid of his excess energy.

  “So I can see. You had a hard time getting to bed last night, so I figured I would let you sleep. Now we are both even later. Everyone is waiting for us.”

  She got dressed as he watched her lazily from the bed.

  “We have to go Mike. You have a tendency to make us late a lot.”

  “What is the big rush?”

  Jessa shrugged. She didn’t really have a solid reason beyond the fact that something didn’t feel right. It was quickly becoming known to the group how good her intuition was, and she took it more seriously than everybody else. If she hadn’t put any stock into her gut instincts, she and Shane probably wouldn’t have been able to survive for so long. It felt a little too complicated to explain the rush of urgency she felt to leave, but she knew there had to be a good reason.

  “I just want to get out of here. Just everything that has happened. I still want more distance between us and the city. If we go straight through for a couple of weeks, we can be there.”

  He just sighed and shook his head. “You know that we aren’t going to be able to go straight there. Traveling is never in a straight line anymore. There’s really no rush. In fact, I would just be happy if we got there in the next month or two.”

  “You may be right, but I want to get out of this place today. Did you hear what Carin was talking about? Those motorcycle gangs that had given them a hard time?”

  He nodded his head, his mind returning to the torturous thoughts of the night before. “Yeah, what about them?”

  “She told me this morning that she was pretty sure that she saw them the other night while they were out collecting food. If that’s true, and I have heard what they’ve done, I don’t want to be anywhere near this place. They know that she lives here and it’s only a matter of time before they’ll be back to finish the job. I don’t want to be here when that happens.”

  “Okay, you got my attention.”

  He got up and started to pull on his clothes. She hated to see the hard muscles being put away, but she was the one who had just ordered him out of bed.

  “There will be time for that later, I promise.”

  Jessa had to say it for her own sake as much as for his.

  Michael moved to pull her to him. “I like the sound of that.”

  5

  When the group headed out, it was clear that it would take some time for everybody to get used to the new arrangement. Milo and Jason seemed to be hitting it off, and Jessa wondered whether or not Milo might be a calming influence on the little hothead. Milo was so laid back that even her own son was more mellow around him. Jessa wasn’t sure how Milo did it, but she was thankful for it. She was glad that she had Carin to talk to and they spent a large part of the journey together. Michael carried Shane every so often when his feet got tired. It was sweet, but Jessa could tell that something was on his mind.

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sp; It was strange that Mike and Jessa weren’t talking. Before the dynamic had changed and the two others had joined the group, it had been Jessa and Michael who had carried on the majority of the conversation, never seeming to run out of things to say to each other. But since they had left the shelter that morning, he was distant and quiet, constantly looking back the way they had come. He was acting strange, she realized, and Jessa wanted to know what was going on. She didn’t want to push him too hard, and he took any chance he could to evade the subject.

  Finally, they stopped for a break and got the young boys some lunch. Jessa and Mike took a walk a little bit away from the group to explore the terrain. While they were out, Jessa looked him directly in the eye.

  “What’s going on, Mike?”

  Michael shifted uncomfortably. He felt like he needed to keep the information to himself, but it felt wrong. He hated to lie to her and he knew that she wasn’t stupid. She would figure it out soon enough, whether he told her what was on his mind or not.

  “What do you mean?” he asked, hoping to buy himself more time.

  “What is going on with you Michael? Don’t tell me that it’s nothing either. You never were a good liar.”

  “It’s not something I want to talk about right now. Why don’t we wait until we find somewhere to hole up for the night? We can talk about it when we have more privacy.”

  They hadn’t ventured far from the others. They could still hear Shane’s laughter as Milo and Jason joked back and forth. She nodded her head, but there was still a nagging feeling in the back of her mind. She hated being in the dark, especially when it was important, but all she could do was hope for answers soon.

  They returned to the small band of young boys as Carin oversaw their lunch and grabbed a bite for themselves before they ventured off again. When Jessa gazed at the road ahead of them, she knew that it was going to be a while before they stopped, which meant she would have to wait for her answers.

  Suddenly, there was noise in the distance. Everybody paused in fear and confusion. It sounded like an engine. They spent a still moment trying to pinpoint where the noise was coming from. Nobody spoke as they began to back away from the sound, silently understanding as a group that they would be safer off the road, without drawing attention to themselves. Jessa shivered. She had never met a person with a vehicle that was sane. They had all been crazy, she might even have called them evil, so she figured that the odds were not in their favor.

  It was starting to get dark and she asked Milo to scout up ahead and check for some place for them to lie down. He had a knack for finding good shelters, and as they traveled further away from the city, he had become even more nimble. Jessa was sure that as they got away from the dead zones, his poor health would start to improve, but she hadn’t guessed it would be so quickly. It was nice to see him smiling more and moving around as if he had more energy. It didn’t take him long to find something and come back with a big smile on his face.

  “I don’t know how you do it Milo, but I think we would be lost without you.”

  The young man didn’t say anything, but he was beaming with pride. Like most people, all Milo wanted was to be of some assistance to them, and he always was. They all followed him out to a small subdivision that had once been considered very upscale. The houses were big and at one point they would have been as immaculate as the manicured lawns. But the heyday of the little housing development was over, and now it was a mass of huge, sprawling houses surrounded by a tangle of vines and bushes.

  “This looks like a good place Milo. Thanks.”

  Milo nodded enthusiastically at Michael, and the young boy looked happy enough to vibrate. He grabbed Shane’s hand and the two started into the two story house. They were going to pick out their rooms. Though Jessa still worried about everything, she was sure that Milo would have already checked the house before taking her son inside. She was surprised she had come to trust the two men with her son, as well as her own life. Jessa was not naïve to think that she could have been wrong about either one of them. She could be wrong about the newest members of the group as well, but she didn’t think so. As soon as she had met all of them, she had gotten a good vibe.

  Carin and her grandson found rooms at the top of the stairs, while the rest found something downstairs. Everyone had learned from the last attack that it was better to be together. They were in different rooms, but everyone was staying in the same hallway.

  It wasn’t long before they had made some dinner with what they had collected throughout the day. Shane was tired and went to bed quickly after he had eaten. Michael took him into the small bedroom that had been deemed his own and put him down. Jessa watched him with a soft heart and it made her miss Mike being open with her even more than she had before. She had not felt that way about someone in a long time. Jessa was head over heels in love with Michael and she didn’t know what she would do without him.

  “So there were promises made this morning...”

  The look in his eyes made her shiver and giggle all at the same time. “Are you sure about that? I don’t think you’re ready for more. You’re getting kind of old Michael. Are you sure it will even work?”

  “You mouthy woman. Come over here and I’m sure I will get it to work just fine. Never had a problem before.”

  He lunged at her and she ran from him. She was feeling playful and something had come over Michael. He had a look of need in his eyes that she doubted she could quench. He needed her and when he told her he needed her, she knew that what he said was true. It was obvious that he did.

  Finally, she allowed herself be caught and pulled in against the hard body she had come to love and know so well. Her body fit against his as if she was made for him and there was an easiness between them that she had wondered if she would ever get back.

  “Promise me something, Jessa.”

  His tone had changed and he had put a little space between them so that they weren’t driving each other crazy physically, at least for the time being.

  “Anything Michael.”

  Michael wasn’t expecting that answer and before he could say anything else, he had to kiss her. Her lips were soft and pouty, and looking into her hazel eyes Michael knew then that he would never have enough of her. Every time he had gotten his fill, he was already hungry once more. It was impossible for him.

  “You are very easy to please tonight.”

  His hands moved down her torso and she shivered as he moved to cover her with his own body. That was where he liked her, underneath him. He moved his hand between them and she gasped as he found her need swollen. Jessa was quickly closing her eyes and moaning, her hips rising to meet his fingers as he touched her ever so gently. She let out another soft hiss as his fingers started to come down on her wet flesh in a smacking motion. Her body jerked with the new feeling. Michael was always ready to give her something fresh. The new action was something that she didn’t remember him doing before, and she wasn’t prepared for the sudden crash of pleasure that took over her body.

  Clinging to his neck as hard as she could, she called out his name before he covered her mouth with his free hand. Penetrating her with his digits, Jessa was too lost in her own need to care about how loud she was. His hand tightened to cover her noise as she screamed out again.

  “Shhh, Jessa. We have to be quiet. You would wake up the dead.”

  Her hand went to his and pulled it away from her body. “Then stop doing that.”

  Michael chuckled and looked innocent. “What?”

  “You play me like a fiddle and then blame it on me when I make music.”

  He chuckled. “You have no idea how much I love your music Jessa.”

  Her hand went in between their bodies and moved to grip the hardness pressed against her. He sucked in air through his teeth, groaning as she worked to free him for her touch. She wanted to feel him in her hands, as well as remind him that two could play at that game. Jessa knew him too well and he was already helping her reach him.


  She felt the heat of his length against her. Jessa was already wet and hot from his ministrations. Rubbing her before she could stop him, Michael was poised to make her lose herself again, but she stopped him with a grip on the shaft. Holding him in place, she rubbed herself slowly. It was him that was starting to get noisy. She smacked him down on her heat, rubbing the tip against her core. Michael tried once again to press in.

  “Stop Michael. It’s my turn.”

  “Your control never lasts very long.”

  His words made her shiver, but he stopped trying to get more. Jessa was driving herself crazy and moved quicker. Her idea back fired on her and then she was back to the edge of reason. Michael chuckled as his lips moved down to brush softly against hers. “Are you ready for me to take over now?”

  Michael’s words were met with pressure where she needed him most. There was nothing else that she could do but nod her agreement with his plans. It was hard to say no to Michael and she did not have the strength to do so anymore.

  “Then move your hand.”

  She quickly did as he asked, and found herself rewarded with an instant surge of pleasure and fulfillment that she wasn’t prepared for. She cried out and his mouth covered hers, pressing her down into the bed while his hips pinned her down as well. Jessa was lost in a wave of pleasure as she came underneath him. It was how it always was; neither one of them seemed to be able to hold control for too long at all.

  ***

  “What did you want me to promise you Michael?”

  He sighed and just shrugged. “You already have.”

  Jessa was too exhausted to think of anything more. Her eyes were already closing and she was ready to pass out. Michael had a way of making her body explode, almost painfully at times, and now all she could think to do was sleep. There was going to be another long day of walking and whether she was sore or not, she had places that she had to go.