Werebeasties

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  Bad boy. Sam kind of liked the bad-boy type.

  He leisurely pulled out a chair next to hers and snagged her hand. He lifted it and brought it to his lips.

  “Samantha.” As a bad boy, he kissed her hand like a true gentleman, suprisingly.

  A shiver of thrills curled at the base of her skull.

  “This is Calvin Neutzel. You’ve finally met him,” David introduced. “Calvin, this is Sam. Be good to her.”

  Calvin shot David a disapproving look. “Don’t give the impression I’d like to break things. Or rough stuff up. In fact, I’m very gentle.”

  David snorted. “Sure.”

  Calvin raked his gaze over her appreciatively. “You look absolutely lovely, Samantha.” He leaned towards her and whispered, “Do you know that tonight should be my turn spending the night with you?”

  “Oh.” Heat crept into her cheeks. “I didn’t know that.”

  “Yeah. With a lovely lady in the house, I can see why Adam couldn’t wait to dip his wick.”

  More like a soda can. Wick was such an understatement. Sam repressed her urge to giggle. She felt so naughty.

  “You’ve met Calvin.” Adam’s voice startled her from behind. He seemed to have finally broken the conversation with the grand dame of busybodies. He looked relieved.

  “Yes. She’s much prettier in person.”

  Adam tapped the back of Calvin’s seat. “I believe this is my reserved seat.”

  Calvin shot him a dirty look. “You want me to move? In your dreams. I like this seat.”

  Adam lowered his head, whispering, “Come on. Lily Huntington is watching. I told her Sam is my date.”

  “Fine. But it comes at a price.” Calvin got up from his chair and took a seat directly across the table from her.

  Adam occupied the vacated seat. He pushed the chair closer to her, acting as if she was his property. Lily Huntington stepped up to the podium and started her speech. Everybody clapped. Throngs of waiters dispersed the appetiser on the guests’ tables. It was minestrone soup. Sam waited until everybody had taken a spoon and dipped into the bowl before she tasted it. It was delicious. The best minestrone she’d ever had.

  Calvin spooned the soup into his mouth and regarded it with delight. “Delicious.” He leant forwards and spoke in a low voice that only the three of them could hear. “What colour panties are you wearing, Sam? Do they match your dress?”

  She almost choked on her soup.

  David also watched her with interest.

  “Why do you want to know?”

  “Because I’m a curious cat.”

  Adam snorted.

  “They are…black,” Sam said.

  “Hmm. Just what I thought.” Calvin scanned the surroundings. “Give them to me.”

  “What?”

  Calvin’s eyes burned brighter. “Slide your panties off and give them to me.”

  “Are you crazy?” Sam turned to Adam for reinforcement.

  Adam only shrugged. “You better give them to him or he’ll go under the table and steal them from you.”

  “I thought you’re supposed to be my date?”

  “True. But I did tell you that I like you without panties and all.”

  Damn. Adam had said that when they’d first met.

  This was definitely weird. If not straight-out kinky. For her anyway. Her bosses seemed to enjoy this kind of exploit. Sam surreptitiously glanced around. Everybody was consumed with Lily Huntington’s drawling speech. Sam sat straighter and tugged the tablecloth to cover her lap. She slid her hand under her gown and hooked a finger on her panties. Slowly, she pulled them down. It was a hard feat without looking conspicuous. Five minutes into it, she managed to get them down to her ankles.

  Pretending that she’d dropped a fork, she leant down and crumpled them in her hand. “Here.”

  Calvin extended his arm to the middle of the table. She shoved the panties into his palm. To her horror, Calvin didn’t make any attempt at being discreet. He examined them at his leisure and even took a long inhalation.

  Adam rolled his eyes. “Great. If anybody catches you doing that, you’ll shatter the illusion she’s my girl.”

  The corner of Calvin’s lips curved upward. “She’s not only your girl. She’s ours.”

  David put his elbow on the table and whispered, “Are you wet?”

  Sam cringed. What was he up to now?

  “I could check,” Adam offered. He snaked his hand under the tablecloth and skated it upwards to her pussy.

  Sam stiffened. Maintaining a poker face while Adam casually stroked her as if she was his favourite kitty cat was impossible. Her body reacted to his hand wantonly. She moistened, despite trying not to.

  Adam plucked her clit and rolled it between his fingers. Sam gripped her spoon. She couldn’t believe what he was doing. Was he trying to make her come in the middle of the rich people’s party?

  Most likely.

  Pleasure engulfed her with knife-sharp clarity. She had to make Adam stop. Thing was, she couldn’t refuse anything her bosses had in mind. But if she came, she’d embarrass herself.

  Sam cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. I have to go to the bathroom.”

  David and Adam threw her disappointed looks.

  “Really?” Adam baited.

  “I really have to.”

  Adam withdrew his hand. “Don’t take too long.”

  “I won’t.” Only the rest of the party. Sam excused herself and wound her way out of the ballroom to find the women’s restroom.

  She closed the door with relief.

  That was…nuts.

  The bathroom was empty. The place was as fancy as the ballroom. Dark, sophisticated wallpaper. Rustic tiles. Gleaming countertop. Sam strode to the sink to wash her hands and maybe cool off her head.

  The faucet turned on by itself when she waved in front of its sensor. Wow. Sam was impressed. Rich people and their gadgets. She washed her hands with cold water. Then she patted some on her neck and temples to cool off her burning arousal.

  It helped.

  A little.

  The door opened.

  She widened her eyes. Calvin breezed inside the ladies’ room like he owned the place. He had a folding chair in his hand that he must have snatched from somewhere. He wedged the chair on the doorknob as if he didn’t want anybody else to come in.

  “Calvin. What are you doing here?”

  “Stealing my turn.”

  “Oh.”

  “Say, are you up for a quickie?”

  “Well…”

  “I’ll be quick, I promise.” Calvin came behind her. He nuzzled the shell of her ear.

  Sam shivered. Calvin nipped her earlobe. A surge of lust shot through her pussy.

  “Besides, I thought you might want these back.” He took the crumpled panties out of his pocket and thrust them into her hand. “You’re not the type of woman who likes going bare.”

  “No.” She chuckled.

  “Hmm. Thought so.” Calvin held her face and kissed her deeply.

  Her mind was wiped blank for a long moment. Her toes curled from the pleasure. His kiss was sweet and unhurried. He kissed as if he wanted to know her better, find out what she liked. It wasn’t a greedy, starving kiss like Adam’s or David’s. Nevertheless, when he parted his lips, Sam found herself burning.

  Calvin purred. He sounded like a big contented cat. “I feel like I’ve been left out all this time. Until I kissed you.” He hitched the hem of her gown up to her waist and steered her to face him. Calvin groped her pussy. She was still wet from Adam’s naughty hand earlier.

  Calvin looked pleased at what he found. “Very nice. We don’t need lube after all.”

  Sam choked back a laugh. “Don’t tell me you carry some around.”

  “Oh yeah. I’m prepared for occasions like this. Boy Scout training. You gotta be prepared for anything. Just stick your hand in my pocket and you’ll find a bottle of my favourite brand. It’ll make you warm and tingly.”

/>   Calvin parted her pussy lips and slid a finger into her centre. She stiffened.

  “Mm. But you are already hot. And wet.” Calvin kissed her some more. “Man, I love it.”

  He fumbled with his zipper. Her breath stalled. A heartbeat later, the tip of his rigid cock nudged her pussy. He thrust into her in one smooth stroke until he was balls-deep inside her. She groaned, clawing his shoulders.

  “Sweet God. Baby, you feel so good. Feel like I want to steal you for the whole night for myself. Not just a few minutes. Damn Adam. That bastard.”

  Calvin seized her waist and ground himself into her as if he was looking for deeper penetration. It was impossible. He had stretched and filled her to the limit. Sam gasped for air.

  He rocked her. In and out. Short and rapid.

  “Calvin.”

  “Too hard? Sorry, baby, I couldn’t help it. You feel so heavenly.” He licked her lips. “It won’t take long. I’ll be quick…I…” He screwed his face with concentration. “Fuck, oh fuck…”

  His thrusts became urgent. Animalistic. She moved with him, slamming back into him just as greedily. An orgasm was lurking around the corner after just a few strokes. Slam after slam of his eager, jackhammering fucks. Her body tensed. She could feel the friction of his granite-hard shaft graze her inner walls, searing unadulterated pleasure to her overly sensitive nerves.

  God. Her heart hammered as hard as he was pounding her. He fucked her faster until a wanton climax burst out unmercifully. Ecstasy engulfed her. Calvin muffled her groan with a hard kiss. He kept pounding until she felt him climax. He jerked. His cock bathed her pussy with warm cream.

  “God. That was great. I can’t wait until the real thing.”

  Sam panted. “This one wasn’t real?”

  “I don’t count a quickie as real sex.” Calvin planted a light kiss on her lips. “But it will be enough to sustain me until tomorrow. My turn to finally have you to myself.”

  Sam wanted to laugh. “Sustain you? You sound like a vamp.”

  “Baby…” Calvin withdrew his cock. His impressive, semi-flaccid shaft glistened under the light. “You don’t know just how much you’re driving us crazy.”

  Sam blinked. Really? Was he saying this just to be polite?

  “Don’t believe me, do you?” A mischievous grin flashed across his handsome face. “Just wait.” He caressed her cheek lovingly. “I’ll fuck you six ways to Sunday.”

  Chapter Five

  Her cell phone rang while she was taking a morning shower. When she’d finished, she checked her voicemail. She blanched. Jared had left two voice messages. Angry voice messages. He told her he knew where she was and he wanted his money now.

  Samantha had to sit down for a second. Her nerves started fraying from their seams again. How did Jared find out about this place? She sure as hell didn’t tell anybody about her illicit job. She had given her house keys to Mrs Beasley, her next-door neighbour, to keep an eye on the house while she ‘went to Vegas to work’. How did Jared find her in Colorado?

  She jumped again when her phone rang.

  The caller ID showed Jared’s name.

  Samantha waited until the third ring to answer the phone. “Yes?”

  “Samantha?”

  “What do you want?”

  “I need to talk to you. I’m right in front of the house.”

  What? Her heart stopped beating for a second. “What do you mean, the house?”

  “The big house where you’re whoring your body, bitch. Come on out. I need to talk to you face to face.”

  Sam closed her eyes, counting to ten to keep her emotions in check.

  “Sam!” Jared barked.

  She choked. “Go away, Jared. You’ll get your money by the end of the month.”

  “Hell, I can’t wait, honey bun. I know your sugar daddy’s a rich man. Bet he won’t mind writing you a cheque for money that you owe!”

  Damn. She hated it when Jared started losing his temper. Alcohol also didn’t help. He drank to keep his buzz going all day and doubled it at night. It was only nine o’clock and he sounded like he was already inebriated.

  “Just go, Jared. You’ll get your money soon.” Sam hung up. She could imagine Jared screaming at the top of his lungs into the phone by now. He hated it if he didn’t win the argument. He always had to say the last word.

  Samantha hurried getting dressed. The landline phone rang. It was the intercom. Nigel’s thick accent seeped through the earpiece when she picked it up.

  “Ms Knight?”

  “Yes?”

  “There’s a gentleman named Jared Knight who wishes to see you. Shall I let him in?”

  “No!” God no. What do I do? Jared is a hot-headed bastard. He’d make an ass of himself if I send him home without talking. Sam thought hard. “Don’t let him in, but I’ll go outside and talk to him.”

  “Very well, miss.”

  “Thank you, Nigel.”

  “Don’t mention it.”

  Sam went downstairs and into the foyer. Nigel stood by the front doors and opened them for her.

  Jared took one look at her and spat, “Look at you. Ain’t that nice? All dolled up and powdered for your sugar daddy.”

  “What do you care?” Sam spat back. “We’re divorced. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have taken this job.”

  “That house is as much as mine. It would have been easier if you’d just sold that goddamn thing.”

  “That house was my parents’ house. They gave it to me. You have not an ounce of claim to ownership…”

  “We were married, that makes us equal owners of the house.”

  “Forget it. I don’t want to argue with you. How about you just go? I don’t want to see your face.”

  “You have to. I want my money now!”

  “Jared.” Sam exhaled a deep breath. “I don’t have the money yet.”

  “Why not?” Jared balled his fist. “Why don’t you go marching inside to your sugar daddy and ask him to write you a cheque? And while you’re at it, why don’t you throw a few blows to sweeten the deal?”

  “Jared! I swear…”

  The door opened. David emerged. “Do we have a problem here?”

  Jared threw David a contemptuous look. “Look, fella. I’m just talking to my wife…”

  “Ex-wife,” Sam interjected. “I’m sorry, Mr Strauss. I’ve made a nuisance in this house. I’m going to wrap it up.”

  David’s face was a mask of blankness. “I’m David Strauss, Ms Knight’s employer. Why don’t we go inside and discuss this matter?” He stepped aside to let Jared in.

  Sam objected. “Mr Strauss, you don’t…”

  “About damn time.” Jared shuffled towards the door. “I want my fucking money.”

  Adam and Calvin had come to see the commotion. Calvin introduced himself. “I’m Calvin Neutzel, Mr Strauss’ attorney. The drawing room is this way…”

  This matter had gone out of control. “Mr Strauss,” Sam protested.

  Adam snatched her arm and whispered, “Let David and Calvin handle this. Come on.”

  David and Calvin ushered Jared into another room. Sam wanted to drag Jared to the door and kick his lazy, sorry ass to the kerb. She stopped. Adam shot her a warning look. Her desire to rebel evaporated. She obeyed without a peep. Adam placed his hand on her arm firmly as he escorted her to her room. Adam closed the door behind him quietly.

  “That’s Jared, isn’t it? Your husband?”

  “Ex-husband,” Sam corrected hotly. Anger and embarrassment bubbled in her head.

  “Your ex. I’m sorry. How did he find you here? Did you tell him where you were?”

  “I haven’t told a soul that I took a job here. I don’t know how on Earth Jared found me here. I swear to God.”

  “Hey, relax. I wasn’t mad.” Adam tugged her elbow and led her to a nearby chair. “I just want to find out what exactly is going on.”

  Sam took a breath between her clenched her teeth. “He tracked me down here because h
e wants his money.”

  “His money?”

  “The divorce settlement. I owe him seventy-five thousand. He wants me to sell the house. I couldn’t. That’s my parents’ house—well, technically it’s mine. My parents gave it to me when they moved to Florida, but the house was theirs and I…”

  “Samantha,” Adam called gently. The grim line on his lips softened. “Jared came here just for the money?”

  “Y-yeah.”

  Adam let out a snort, as if this whole thing wasn’t a big deal to him. “David and Calvin will take care of it. Don’t worry.”

  “But, Adam, it isn’t fair!”

  “You don’t want to pay him?”

  “No. It’s not that. I haven’t earned the money. I’ve only been here for less than a week…”

  “Sam.” Adam stooped and kissed her on the forehead. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “How can I not?” she persisted. “I don’t want to be indebted and be accused of breaching my contract.”

  “Nobody will penalise you for breaching the contract.” Something in Adam’s eyes changed all of a sudden. “Is that what you think of yourself as, Sam? Nothing but our plaything?”

  Sam paused. “Isn’t that why I’m here?”

  Adam straightened his posture. He towered above her. He looked perturbed, as if she had said something that had insulted him. Sam was bewildered.

  “I might have said something that gave you that impression, but I don’t think of you as a whore, Sam. Deep in my heart, I never did.”

  The words came so sharp, as if from the tip of a knife.

  “We thought after what we had shared, we could be”—Adam averted his gaze, his hand making a vague gesture—“so much more.”

  She didn’t know what the hell that meant. Why did he say ‘we’? Was Adam talking on behalf of all three of them?

  Adam regarded her with an unreadable expression and silently exited the room.

  Sam regretted her outburst. Sometimes her mouth blabbed before she could think it through. She wished she could take back what she had said.

  She wanted to slam her head on the desk. Stupid me.

  * * * *

  David paid Jared the money. He wrote the cheque for seventy-five grand and sent the bastard on his merry way. Sam didn’t know why she was fucking pissed about it. She was going to pay Jared that sum eventually, but the way Jared had barged into this house and demanded the money as if he was her pimp really pushed her to the limit. She had put up with a lot of Jared’s crap during the years of their marriage and she swore this would be the last time he humiliated her. In front of Adam, David, and Calvin too. She thought she wouldn’t care what the three thought about her, but deep inside, she did. She liked her bosses. She liked them a lot. To the point that their opinion of her mattered, without that son of a bitch making her look like a cheap tramp.