Daddy's Bossy Friend

by Charlize Starr

  "I've got a few shifter families lined up for you to live with for your article when you're ready," Sanjay whispered, nipping at her earlobe.

  "And I'm ready for that interview you want whenever you want," Dimitri added. "That should make your boss very happy… I hope it makes you happy, too."

  Audrey pulled them in closer, grinning. "It does make me happy. There is a lot of misinformation about vampires I want to clear up."

  "Good. Now let me get in there."

  He pushed Sanjay's head to the other side of her neck and dove in where the shifter had been kissing. Heat swirled throughout her body and Audrey gasped, wrapping an arm around each of her men. Part of her brain said she needed to stop this, that if Sanjay was still supposed to be on bedrest he should be resting, not doing anything else, but as their hands began caressing her body, she didn't care.

  "Can we maybe close the door?"

  Dimitri detangled himself from her and went to the door, shutting it. He came back and sat back down. His hands cupped her face as he kissed her gently. "There should be protection in the nightstand."

  "Um…" Audrey bit her lip.

  "Um?" Sanjay repeated.

  "Well, maybe we don't have to use anything. The three of us are together now. And it's forever, right?" Audrey curled each of her hands around one of their biceps. "We can start our family right away. If you think about it, I might already be pregnant."

  Sanjay's brow furrowed. "What about your work?"

  Audrey smiled hesitantly. "I've used work to fill in the hole where I always wanted family to be. When you were hurt, I realized… I'd give up everything for you two. A Pulitzer doesn't seem nearly so important now that I have you two to love me. My worth isn't based on what the world will praise me for accomplishing. And like I said, I'm going to scale back. I want to be a person again, not just a reporter."

  Admiration shone out of Dimitri's eyes. He grinned at her. "Will it scare you if I said I love you?"

  A deep sense of calm settled over her, followed quickly by a burst of warmth in her chest. She smiled. "No. I'm over that now. I love you, too. Both of you."

  "I love you," Dimitri said, a grin bursting over his face. He kissed her again, deeply. "I love you."

  "Love you, too, bro," Sanjay joked. "But I love Audrey more."

  Dimitri pushed at him. "Shut up."

  The shifter laughed and returned to kissing Audrey's neck. As Dimitri caught her mouth again and began undressing her, the human couldn't help but grin. So what if she had come here without any intention of finding herself a mate? She had two now, and her future had never looked brighter.

  *****

  THE END

  Her Two Wolves

  Description

  A BBW looking for love PLUS two hot werewolves who want to complete their Alpha triad PLUS a jealous opponent!

  Amelia Fernandez is sick of the loser boyfriends her overprotective brother keeps sending her way. Determined to find a man who will treat her and her curves with respect, she signs up for a shifter dating site.

  Only to catch the eye of not one, but two Alpha males in search of a mate.

  Xavier Knight and Timothy Pond are the Alphas of the joint Rocky Ridge and Lakeland werewolf packs. For years they have been looking for a female to complete their Alpha triad but none suits them both. But when they see Amelia's profile, they know they've found the one.

  Who knew the hardest part was yet to come?

  Between the packs angry that their Alphas would look among humans for a mate, a jealous female who feels jilted, and Amelia's brother, who would much rather see her settle down with his best friend, there is no shortage of opposition in their way.

  Not to mention their heated tempers that might tear them apart before they're even together. Can they overcome the hurdles life throws at them to find their happily ever after?

  Chapter One

  Amelia Fernandez loved the smell of ink toner in the morning. There was something about it that screamed, 'I survived the primordial swamp to be a foundation of civilization.' She always felt alive with the scent of ink in the air.

  There weren't many people that became as excited for office work as she did. Being an insurance broker wasn't most people's idea of a good time, but Amelia loved her little cubicle, her personalized desk, and the view of the garbage bin in the alley below. She loved the constant hum of people on their phones or computers. She even didn't mind the angry customers shouting at her over problems in their claims that she had no control over. She loved everything about her work.

  Today, though, she paid no mind to the delicate layers of coffee, perfume, or Jerry from two cubicles down, who thought showers were bad for his skin. She was too busy focusing on keeping her voice down so as not to disturb her co-workers while she chewed out her brother.

  "I can't believe that you would do that to me," she hissed, clutching her cellphone to her ear so tightly it was a wonder it hadn't snapped already. "I told you I didn't want anything to do with Mr. Abs, yet you give him my number? What is wrong with you?"

  She had been getting texts from Daniel Thompson all day. Or, as she liked to call him, 'Mr. Aren't My Abs So Great, I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt, I Don't Know How To Make A Sandwich, Hahahahahahaha, What Do You Mean You're Breaking Up With Me?' He was, unfortunately, one of her brother's best friends.

  Adrian still didn't understand why Amelia didn't want a boyfriend who constantly talked about how much he worked out and didn't know the difference between a broom and a mop. The problem was that all of Amelia's boyfriends had been exactly like Daniel, which was why, after months of frustration, Amelia always ended up dropping their loser asses.

  "Daniel is a great guy," her brother said. "He's always been really nice to you. Not all men would overlook the fact you need to lose a little weight."

  Amelia hissed through her teeth again, imagining bludgeoning her brother with a zucchini. Sometimes she wondered why someone who could be as sweet and protective as Adrian could be friends with someone like Mr. Abs, but then he said something like this and she could see it.

  "Daniel is an asshole," Amelia replied bluntly. "It was always, 'Babe, get me a beer. Babe, I can't wash dishes because I worked out for three hours. Babe, why are you mad at me after working an 8-hour shift and then having to clean up the whole house because I had a party with my frat bros? My mother's chili is better than this, I'll get you a recipe.' Can't you just butt out of my love life? The guys you choose for me treat me like crap."

  A sigh from the other end of the phone turned her imaginary zucchini to a baseball bat. She already knew what Adrian was going to say. He just didn't get it.

  "Why do you always have to exaggerate everything? You're not going to find a guy that bows to your every whim. You need to stop being so picky and learn how to compromise."

  There was nothing more to say to him after he made a statement like that, so Amelia hung up. She flicked her cell to silent and set her work phone to automatically go to voicemail. Adrian would no doubt phone back half a dozen times to chastise her for hanging up on him. She would sort out her clients later.

  Amelia blew out a breath, trying to calm herself. She was in no mood to deal with customers right now, so she turned to her computer and checked the profile she had set up on a shifter dating website three days ago. 'Meet your one true mate' was the website's slogan. After years of picking all the wrong guys, birthdays steadily ticking by until she reached the big 'three-oh' last year, the idea of a shifter, with their rippling muscles and utter devotion to their mates, sounded great.

  She hadn't received any messages since she signed up, but she had been warned to expect that. Shifters generally didn't run around willy-nilly, flirting with everybody that they thought was cute. They waited and only contacted the woman they thought was ‘the one.’ Humans had to slog through hundreds of contacts only to hopefully find that one that they could click with.

  Today, however, Amelia had a surprise waiting for her: contact from a shifter
.

  Wait.

  Not a shifter.

  Two shifters.

  Amelia had to scrape her jaw off the floor and shove her eyes back into their sockets. The message came from a single profile showing a picture of two men. Both were dressed in clean, neat, but cheap-looking suits, each holding a red rose.

  The man on the left was Timothy Pond, Amelia read. He was pale with brown hair and green eyes, his confident smile bordering on arrogance. The man on the right, Xavier Knight, had bronzed skin. His hair was in short, tight curls, his black eyes softer, yet more intense than Timothy's. His smile was cheeky, like he had a secret that he couldn't wait to share with her. Amelia looked between the two men, unable to decide which one was hotter.

  These Alphas of the joint Rocky Ridge and Lakeland werewolf packs are looking for a female to complete their triad. Likes: empty. Dislikes: Also empty. She checked the joining date. Two hours ago. Seriously? It was like they saw her profile and created theirs just to contact her.

  This had to be a scam.

  Amelia flicked back to the message they had sent. It contained a phone number and nothing else. A triad. So, if this wasn't a scam, they were basically a couple looking for a woman to join them? She'd heard that shifters were often into that ménage à trois stuff, but it had never occurred to her that she might be invited to join a threesome.

  Well, not that kind of threesome. More than one previous boyfriend had brought a floozy home expecting her to just jump into bed with the two of them, not kick him out and take his key back.

  It must be a joke, she thought, chewing on her lower lip. Still, what harm could it do just to phone? Snatching up her cell phone, ignoring Adrian's latest call, she dialed the number. It rang three times before there was an answer.

  "Xavier Knight." His voice was deep, velvety, and Amelia had to swallow down a fresh bout of nerves. There was no way a man that good-looking could also sound that good and be interested in her. It had to be some sort of sick joke.

  "Hi. I'm Amelia Fernandez."

  "Amelia, one moment please." The sound of a hand muffled the speaker, but not enough. "Tim, come over. It's Amelia."

  Amelia stifled a giggle–this couldn't be real, could it?

  "It's Amelia?" A new voice, just as delicious, asked. "Put her on speaker."

  There was a clicking noise.

  "Hey," Timothy greeted. "Amelia, right?"

  "Yes, and you must be Timothy," Amelia said nervously.

  "Yeah, that's me."

  "I'm phoning because of the email you sent me. I was uh... hoping we could meet in person." Amelia toyed with the strands of her hair. Even if this was a joke, it couldn't be worse than spending another Friday night on her own, could it?

  ***

  Xavier was so busy listening to the delectable tone of Amelia's voice that he almost forgot to confirm their date before he said goodbye. After he hung up, he glanced at Timothy, grinning at him.

  After spending years looking for their mate among the werewolves of their joint pack, they had both started fearing that there wasn't a female out there for them. That changed the moment they saw Amelia's picture when they were casually browsing through the shifter dating website.

  "Before I forget," Timothy said, his face falling, "Lucinda stopped by again with brownies."

  Xavier's good mood was cut short. He and Timothy were the Alphas of the pack, but their council of advisors was pushing them to mate with Lucinda. She was a beautiful female with a strong will and came from good family. She seemed to think that because the council had advised it, it was her duty to make the Alphas mate her. She was constantly bringing them baked goods. It was getting annoying.

  "We'll deal with her later," Xavier said. "Once we introduce Amelia to the pack, she'll see. We found our mate, Tim."

  "Our mate," Timothy repeated. "I like the way that sounds."

  "Me too," Xavier agreed.

  Chapter Two

  The Alphas' packlands were a two-hour drive from where Amelia lived, and so they met halfway at a restaurant in a small city between the two. The men were even more delicious in person than on the computer, both wearing crisp blue shirts that clung to their muscled bodies, and jeans that curved their asses perfectly. Amelia wasn't sure where to look with the two of them around – more correctly, she wasn’t sure which one to look at, her gazing at one and the other until she was dizzy.

  Timothy ordered a steak, Xavier salmon, and Amelia a salad. This was her little trick. Whenever she was on a first date, she would order a salad, and then the largest dessert available. If her date complained about her choices at all, the date was over with no chance of a second one. She had no interest in a man who thought he ought to police what she ate.

  Neither of the Alphas commented on her salad. As they waited for their orders to come, Xavier gave her a charming smile that had Amelia's heart fluttering.

  "So tell us a little about yourself."

  "There's not much to tell."

  "I'm sure that's not true," Timothy said. "Why did you decide to join that shifter dating website?"

  Where to start? She gulped down some wine. "I have an older brother, Adrian. He's married with three little girls and a boy on the way. He means well, but he can be a little overbearing. It's because we were taken from our parents and split up when we were young. I didn't hear anything from him for years… he had a really tough time in foster care, much worse than I did…"

  Why was she telling them this? Normally she had to know a person at least a year before she started opening up to them. The Alphas made her feel calm, though, secure. Xavier nodded at her to continue.

  "Anyway, he is always trying to set me up with his friends and has terrible taste. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and sign up for a shifter dating site."

  She was glad that they had chosen to take the chairs opposite her while she sat in the booth. It made looking between the two of them easier. There was no condemnation in their expressions, and their interest was more than polite. Both seemed genuinely interested in what she was saying. Wow. That was different.

  Careful, she chided herself, or you'll end up in love on the first date!

  "My father was Alpha of the Rocky Ridge pack," Xavier said. "We are a very small pack. Most of our members moved away during the Great Depression era, and by the time I was born, nearly all the children born were male."

  "My pack had the opposite problem," Timothy added. "Far more females than males."

  "Because of the imbalance in each of our packs, my father made an agreement with Timothy's father that we would be mated to one another while our mothers were pregnant with us."

  Amelia's eyes widened. "Did they know you were going to be boys?"

  "That sort of thing doesn't really matter to Wolves."

  "Oh." Amelia felt the heat creep into her face and reached for more wine. Maybe water this time… she didn't want to end up drunk. "But if you were arranged to be… mated… before you were born, you didn't have a choice in the matter? You two were, like, forced?"

  The two glanced at each other and shook their heads. "It's not like that at all. Yes, it was expected of us to form a triad with a strong female to ensure both our packs could survive, but if we had not been able to lead the packs together, we would have fought each other for dominance. Only one Alpha would have emerged, but we have been very close ever since we were children. Other than a brief period when I was a teen, we’ve never wanted anything other than a triad."

  Wow. That was intense. Amelia nodded, looking between them. She wanted to ask them if they were lovers or just best friends, but she was too shy.

  "So, you know we are looking to complete our triad. Before this goes any further, I think we should say what we are looking for," Xavier continued. "I apologize if it's too soon for you, but I do believe we should have all our cards on the table from the start."

  Amelia nodded.

  "What I am looking for…" Xavier paused a moment, slowly tracing his fingers o
ver hers. "For me, sex is highly important. Our mate must be sexually compatible with us and sexually adventurous. If you're going to be with us, you have to be willing to be with us–both of us, at the same time."

  Amelia could almost feel her pupils dilate. Her heart picked up its pace. Did she have a problem with that? Nope. Not at all. In fact, the sooner they tested their sexual compatibility, the better. She swallowed hard and nodded, not wanting her voice to give her away.

  "All my parents had was sex," Timothy said. "What I require in our mate is someone we can talk with – debate with, when necessary. A woman who will stand her ground and isn't afraid to call us out when we're being too macho-Alpha. And, believe me, I have a hard time seeing past my own issues sometimes, so I need someone who will be patient when she needs to be, but won't let my pig-headedness drive her away."

  A man who wanted to be able to talk with her and admitted his own pig-headedness? Was she dreaming? Amelia resisted the urge to pinch herself. This couldn't be real. Men like this were not possible, and even if they were, they weren't going to be interested in simple, little Amelia. She was holding her breath by this point, her eyes wide.

  "So, one of my conditions is that we don't have sex until we've known each other for at least three months."

  Amelia felt like she had just been slapped in the face. Her jaw dropped and the words came out in a rush, carried by her pent-up breath. "No sex?"

  Her voice carried throughout the restaurant. All around, other customers and servers turned to stare at their table. Amelia covered her face, wishing the ground would swallow her up. Ugh, could she have shouted that any louder? The two Alphas were probably horrified by her behavior and ready to run.

  To her surprise, they chuckled, their voices low.

  "I take it sex is important to you as well?" Xavier asked, his voice low and husky.