ROMANCE: Paranormal Romance: The Valley (Book One) (Fun, Sexy, Mature Young Adult Vampire Shape Shifter Romance)

by Charlotte Swanpol

  When the phone call came from Troy asking her to attend a charity event with him around a month after they first got together, she knew she would need to tell him the truth and it prayed on her mind as she got ready. The dress that was delivered to the apartment for her to wear was gorgeous, but short and she wondered what was in store for her that evening.

  “The dress looks perfect on you,” Troy told her when he met her in the lobby of the Cambridge Hotel.

  He kissed her on the cheek and she didn’t get the chance to say what she wanted as she was whisked in to the large reception hall where the event was being staged. She sat quietly through the meal and speeches and Troy eventually leaned across to her as the evening wore on.

  “Is everything OK?” he asked.

  “We really need to speak,” she said.

  “Just wait until the speeches end then,” he told her and she nodded her head.

  They walked out to the lobby area when they did and found a quiet corner.

  “I…” Kalisa started then hesitated.

  “Do you want out of our arrangement?” he asked.

  “No,” she replied and paused before going on. “But I think you might?”

  “Why?” he asked

  “Well, when we met in the hotel the first time, I wasn’t expecting…, you know.”

  “To be taken up to a suite,” he said.

  “Yeah,” Kalisa replied. “I thought we would just discuss the arrangement and that would be it. I wasn’t expecting to have sex…, so I didn’t take any precautions.”

  His eyes narrowed as he stared at her.

  “Are you telling me what I think you are?”

  “Yes,” she said in a resigned tone. “I’m pregnant.”

  “But…, that’s fantastic,” he said.

  “What?” she let out in a surprised voice.

  “I mean it,” he said. “My wife couldn’t conceive when I was married and while I’ve thought about having kids over the last couple of years, I’ve never met anyone who wanted them. I promise to take care of you if you go through with this.”

  “I thought you’d be mad and want to end things,” she said.

  “Oh no,” he said and laughed quietly. “In fact we should just make sure it does happen.”

  “Huh?” she let out.

  He got to his feet and grabbed her hand to pull her up. A confused expression crossed her face as he led her to the quiet hallway with the restrooms. She suddenly realized what was on his mind and came to a stop.

  “We can’t,” she said.

  “Yes we can,” he said and tugged on her arm to get her to the door of the ladies bathroom. “Check if there’s anyone inside.”

  Kalisa heard the hoarse tone of his voice and could tell how much he wanted her. It made it impossible to resist and she stepped inside an empty room. She went to look inside the cubicles to make sure, but there was no one in them.

  “It’s empty,” she said when she returned to the door.

  She gasped as Troy pushed her inside then followed. His kiss found her lips and the force of it took her breath to make her chest heave when it ended. His eyes dropped to her breasts.

  “They’ll get even more luscious,” he said. “And so will you during the pregnancy.”

  “Pervert,” she teased him and saw the smile spread across his face.

  “You’re going to get bigger and more gorgeous.”

  He stepped forward and she backed away from him until she came up against a wall. A kiss ravished her lips and she could make out the hardness of Troy’s erection pressing against her. The surge of longing for him was strong and she was breathing heavily when the kiss ended.

  “Get inside,” he said and motioned to the last cubicle.

  “We can’t do this,” she said again, but there was no resisting a dominant, lustful man when he made her step inside.

  The door slammed shut and the click of the bolt being slid in place trapped them inside. His hands on her shoulders forced her to sit down.

  “Nice dress,” he said as he reached out.

  Kalisa glanced at the buttons down her front and wondered if he’d been planning the encounter all along. The buttons made it easy to get her dress open to reveal her body and they were quickly being ripped open. She could see the way his erection was straining against his pants and reached out to press her palm on it.

  The silky cups of her bra were dragged down to make her large, bulbous tits spill free and she closed her eyes as they were groped. The slight pain of her nipples being tweaked mixed with the pleasure of the touch and she dragged the zipper of Troy’s pants down to get her hand inside. His fingers sank in her soft flesh as she dragged his cock out. He let go of her tits as his stiff shaft was spanked on them and she liked the way he tensed up as his own enjoyment swelled. She unbuttoned his pants to push them down then dragged his underwear out of the way.

  “Step forward,” she encouraged him.

  She was now as eager as he was for the sex they were about to share. Pushing her breasts together created a deep cleavage and she made a show of letting spit drip on her dark, inky skin then using her fingertips to stroke it in.

  “Nice and wet for you,” she said when she looked up and saw the lust in his gaze.

  She grabbed his erection to spank it on her lubricated skin then settled it in her cleavage as she squashed her tits together. Troy groaned then bit his bottom lip to cut off the sound as his swollen shaft was enveloped in soft, warm flesh. Kalisa stroked her breasts up and down his erect length and he slapped a hand against the wall as his legs began to tremble.

  The thrill of public sex wasn’t lost on her and there was an urgency in them both to take everything they could from it before they were disturbed. Troy began to jab his hips forward and her ample curves were shaken by the force of his thrusts. She ducked her head down to lick on the slick head when it appeared out of the top of her cleavage and enjoyed his taste.

  Troy was pressing both hands against the walls of the cubicle as his knees threatened to buckle and he eventually moved back before the excitement overwhelmed him.

  “Let me see,” he ordered her as he dropped to his knees.

  Kalisa shuddered as she spread her legs and eased her panties to the side to expose herself to him. She groaned as he leaned in to kiss her wet, swollen lips and used her fingers to open her pussy up. Her body tensed as he swept his tongue over slick, pink skin before plunging it in her drenched hole. The touch lashing around inside her brought out her desire and she grabbed his head to hold on as he ravaged her wet pussy. His tongue came out to find her clit and the licking on her hot bud started to drive her crazy. She wanted him so badly it made her push his head away.

  “Fuck me now,” she gasped.

  She was dragged to her feet and spun around, so she was facing away from Troy. He made her lean forward to present herself to him and shuddered as his hands groped her rounded cheeks through her panties. The silken material was then dragged down her thighs to expose her and fingers groped and mauled at her. She closed her eyes as hard cock was spanked on her ass before it was thrust between her thighs. The way it stroked on her sensitive, swollen skin made her bite her lip to hold in the groan and she waited for the moment she wanted.

  Troy reached around to grab her tits and she winced at how tightly he held them as he thrust forward to bury his full length inside her. He ground his muscular midriff against her and the way his cock stirred around inside her slick hole sent ripples of hot pleasure coursing through her veins. His grip on her tits grew stronger as he began to throw himself forward.

  Kalisa’s body was rocked by the powerful thrusts and the swell of pure bliss took control of her body until she couldn’t stop shaking. The sound of their naked skin coming together echoed around the small cubicle and the pace of the fucking increased until it was impossible to resist the burning heat between her thighs. She balanced herself on one hand, so she could bring the other to her clit and a single touch was all it needed to igni
te her orgasm.

  Her body tensed for an instant before she was overwhelmed. She clamped her mouth shut in an attempt to hold in her squeal as she climbed the heights of her passion. Troy’s rampant thrusts fucked his swollen shaft in her quivering pussy and she was lost to the ecstasy when he finally let go. His head rocked back as strong convulsions ripped through him and each one sent a hot stream of cum splashing deep inside her.

  She could feel the jerks of his cock and squeezed her pussy around it to help milk every last drop of his cum. Troy groaned when his climax came to an end, but he kept his cock buried in her pussy to take the last of his enjoyment before he eventually stepped back. He was quick to pull Kalisa’s panties up.

  “Don’t lose it,” he said and laughed.

  “Shut up,” she replied. “I’m already pregnant.”

  She turned around and pulled her bra up over her breasts before buttoning her dress.

  “It’s going to be such a beautiful baby,” Troy said with a grin.

  “You really want it?” Kalisa asked.

  Troy nodded his head.

  “Yes,” he replied. “So I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”

  Kalisa couldn’t stop the question that came out.

  “Including you?”

  “Yes, including me,” he replied and leaned forward to give her a kiss.

  THE END

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  The Desired

  Lexi Summers

  The Desired

  Chapter 1

  “Trina, got room for one more today?” Ally’s voice echoed from the front.

  Everything from my aching feet to my throbbing head wanted to say no, but I knew that I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I have several slots still open and I needed the damn money. Most days I loved my job. This was not one of those days, not at all.

  “When?” I asked, hoping like hell it was a time that I was already booked.

  “5 or 6,” her voice was agitated, as if I should be able to just say yes or no without any further information.

  “I can do 6,” sighing, I resigned myself to yet another hour of being here. “But that’s it for the day. I’m out after that.”

  “Gotcha!”

  If the world were fair, it’d be a guy coming in for a quick trim and willing to tip well. Problem was, my world was never very fair. Hell, if it’d been fair I wouldn’t be working in this shop.

  Don’t get me wrong; being a hairdresser is what I wanted. Some do it because it’s quick schooling and quick career. I mean who could imagine a day when there’d be no one paying to have their hair done? It just wasn’t going to ever happen. I did it because I love doing hair. Been doing it since I was old enough to hold a pair of scissors.

  I just never dreamed I’d be just another stylist in a cheap salon filled with grumpy staff and even grumpier clients. That day alone I’d dealt with four screaming kids, two very self-absorbed women that wanted the impossible and a man that felt I should cut his hair for five bucks. No one was ever happy. Instead they spent the entire time bitching about the cost and necessity of hair care or that I had somehow messed up because they didn’t leave the chair looking like their favorite celebrity.

  Whatever had happened to my dream? Rent a booth in an upscale salon and build up money and clientele so I could open my own shop. Oh that’s right. Bills.

  Well, and the fact that upscale white women seemed to think a woman of color could not do their hair the same. At least that’s what the owner of the one place I’d applied had told me. She suggested I start in a place like this and have a portfolio to show before attempting to branch out into the major leagues.

  There were days I wished I could respond as I’d like to. But I didn’t. I kept myself calm and presented a professional demeanor. Then I griped and moaned to my best friend Chelle and we had several drinks to calm me down.

  I know it seems as though I complain a lot. I really don’t. It had just been a really rough day and I wanted to get out of the shop and try and relax. Most days weren’t like this.

  Making a quick call to Chelle, I let her know that I wouldn’t make it by six as I had a new client coming in. We postponed until seven-thirty so that I’d have time to get my shit together before we met. If it weren’t for my nightly cocktails with her, I think I may be in line for a prison term.

  “Trina,” Ally walked up behind me and I felt the tension building in my neck. “I was curious if you could work Saturday?”

  I didn’t like Ally on a good day. She wasn’t a stylist, just a receptionist. Which somehow gave her the idea that she could act as manager and run around telling us what we needed to do. I was not as obliging as she might prefer.

  “No. This is my weekend off.”

  “Well Debbie is sick with the flu and we are going to be short-handed on our busiest day of the week.”

  “And I have plans and will not be able to play back-up this weekend. I take one weekend a month off and this is it. I’m sorry.”

  Truthfully I wasn’t sorry. She knew how my schedule worked. I seldom turned down extra days, but anytime it was the weekend I had off I would be more than happy to refuse. Yet every single time she felt the need to ask.

  “It’s fine. I just knew that you needed money and so I thought that you might want to come in.”

  My skin crawled as she said that and I wondered who exactly had shared my private info. Probably no one. She had a habit of listening in when she wasn’t welcomed to.

  “Well, unfortunately I’m going to have to pass.” I told her, refusing to let her see that she had bothered me. “Now my station is all cleaned up and I have no one scheduled for another hour. I’m going to run next door and grab a bite to eat before my next appointment.”

  Before she had a chance to object, I turned and walked away, breezing past the reception desk, waiting walk-ins and out the front door. I’d worked for six hours so far and still had three before I could leave. I was going to eat.

  Chapter 2

  “Markus?” Walking into the small waiting area, I called out the client’s name and silently hoped that it was the hot one of the three sitting.

  “That’s me,” the gorgeous man smiled, revealing a set of the whitest and most perfect teeth I had ever seen. “Sorry for the last minute appointment.” He offered as I led him back to my ‘booth’-- which was really just a chair among the many others in a large room.

  “It’s no problem,” assuring him with a smile, I was grateful that I’d agreed.

  He had to be six feet tall and built like a damn model. His skin was a nice deep bronze color; clearly the result of tanning, and his eyes a soft brown. Even through the snug t-shirt I could see how muscular his body was and wanted to ask if he worked out regularly.

  I could see Abby watching us from the front and I turned and offered her a smile. Yes, I can be a bitch.

  “So what are wanting today Markus?” he had already sat down in the chair and been prepared.

  “Nothing major,” he shrugged. “A trim, neaten it up a bit and maybe fix my fuck up in the back?”

  Looking at his neck I could see what he was talking about. Someone had been trying to do their own hair and been very unsuccessful. An uneven line and three different lengths were the only result he achieved.

  “You might wanna stay away from the clippers my friend,” I laughed. “Lucky for you, it wasn’t worse. I can remedy this problem without having to drastically alter the length.”

  “Thank God,” he replied again with that smile.

  I had a feeling this dude could have asked me to carry him across the country on his back and if he’d done so with that smile I’d have given it my best. We didn’t often get guys that sexy in our salon. Most of them paid higher rates to feel they were getting a more elegant experience.

  “This your first time here?” Making conversation was a part of the job. Customers felt more comfortable and the tips were typically higher. This time, however, I was doing it because I really
just wanted to talk to this man. “Who normally does your hair?”

  “My wife,” I could feel my heart sink. Well damn, that figures. “But she passed away last year and I haven’t replaced her yet.”

  “As a wife or as the one that cuts your hair?” Once the question had come out, I regretted it. I just knew he’d find it rude, though that wasn’t the intention. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

  “You’re fine,” he laughed. “It was funny. I guess the answer is both?”

  If he’d smile at me like that I’d take both positions. I couldn’t wait to tell Chelle about this one. Nothing ends a horribly no good, bad day like staring into the eyes of the perfect man for a while. I wondered if I could get by with stretching out his appointment just so I didn’t have to watch him leave-- though I imagined the view would be good.

  “Well I can offer my service; as the stylist I mean,” smiling I pulled out the clippers and immediately began working on the mess he’d made.

  “Not up for the wife challenge, huh?” I liked the way his humor allowed him to be comfortable joking about a serious topic. “That’s disappointing.”

  I felt my stomach do flip-flops even though I knew he was likely just joking. It wasn’t like I could ask the man. Are you serious? Do you want me to marry you? How utterly insane would I sound then?

  Besides, I had no intention of marrying anyone. Not even the stud in my chair. But I certainly wouldn’t discount the idea of maybe a romp in the hay or two. Perhaps even a dinner.

  God, I was a mess. If Chelle were there, she’d just shake her head and wonder what the hell was wrong with me.