Romance: Menage Romance: The French Quarter Hostages (Paranormal Action Shapeshifter MFM Bear Shifter Romance) (Fantasy BBW Taboo Interracial Love Triangle Werebear Mates Short Stories)

by Jessica Miller

  “Morning… this is a Jack and Jill?” Liz asked huskily. My cock getting even harder. That voice. Jesus. She could just stand there and keep talking and I could get off, to her voice. She glanced past me to the door that led to my room.

  I laughed. “Ah, yeah. Imagine that. They stuck us in the rooms with a shared bathroom. You would think this house has enough space for each bedroom to have its own bath,” I said, as I pushed my wet hair out of my face. I resisted the urge to slide my hand down and stroke my shaft, right in front of Liz. I wondered briefly, would she watch or walk away. I was so tempted. My cock was oozing now.

  I saw her gaze briefly drop down. Oh yea, now she knew exactly what her effect was having on me. I nearly moaned when he eyes widened slightly and she blushed. Oh baby. Liz sized me again before she licked her lips, then glanced over at the double vanity.

  “Are you done with the bathroom?” she asked and I nodded.

  “Yep. It’s all yours. Oh, and our parents were hoping to head out for breakfast in about an hour,” I reminded her and she nodded.

  “I’ll be ready by then,” she said.

  I walked back into my room. I felt her eyes on my ass. I let the towel drop. I heard her sharp of breath. Oh yea, you like that sweetheart? I turned and gave her a brief flash of my body from the front, my hard cock swinging, right before I closed the door.

  I smiled and wrapped my hand around my aching shaft. I pumped my hand up and down my dick, fast and with purpose. I needed to get rid of this hard cock, and fast. I pictured Liz in the shower, as hot water pulsed against her body and her nipples swelling and getting hard.

  Moaning, I squeezed my other hand around my balls. I imagined Liz listening to me through the door and I stroked faster so she could hear my skin slapping and would know what I was doing. It fueled my arousal picturing her getting turned on to what she could hear. My spine tingled and my thighs tightened up. I stood over the towel and stroked my dick faster. I moaned out her name, “Liz.” And shot all over the towel on the floor.

  I heard what sounded like running away from the door and then the showered started up. I smiled. Yea, she had heard me. I picked up the towel and threw it in my laundry basket. I’m not a slob. I pick up after myself. I dressed in a black t-shirt, black pullover, black jeans and my usual black combat boots and left my bedroom. I wasn’t shaving today. My hair would air dry before we left the house. I headed downstairs with coffee in my near future.

  “Hey Hunt, eventful evening?” my brother Caleb asked as I entered the kitchen. He was sitting at the long, granite counter island, drinking coffee with my dad and Vee. He smirked. I rolled my eyes at him.

  I walked over to the coffee machine, picked up the mug beside it and poured a cup of the morning elixir my body was craving ferociously. Only second to my craving for Liz. I turned to my stepmother. “Vee, I’m so sorry I had to call you like that last night. I swear it’s nothing you’ll have to deal with again. Thank you for sending Liz. She was a god-send,” I said. I walked over to her at the island, she smiled at me. I gave her a tight hug and kiss on both cheeks.

  “It’s all right Hunter. I know you know better. You were just lucky that my daughter had gotten in when she did,” Vee said. I smirked. Yes, I was lucky that Liz had showed up when she did. Since I had met Liz, I realized she and her mother shared a lot of similar features, like their eyes and face, only Vee had a more strawberry-blonde hair color and Liz had bright red hair. I glanced over at my father, who was putting sugar into his coffee near the coffee machine. He gave me that look, the one that said, ‘we need to talk. What you pulled last night wasn’t okay.’ I nodded at him, acknowledging and acquiescing my agreement.

  “She was a big help. She actually got everything dropped for us and we were just let right out,” I said, and Vee seemed immensely pleased.

  “Really? That’s great! I knew she’d come through for you guys,” she said, and I nodded while I walked over to the coffee machine. My dad was still slowly stirring his coffee. He looked more like Caleb than he did me. They both had the classic good looks, kind of like Seth, with the square jaw, straight nose, and intense brows. My dad had black hair like me though, where Caleb’s hair was lighter brown, like our mother’s had been. We all shared the same blue eyes though.

  “I don’t have to lecture you like a delinquent teenager, do I?” My father asked in a low voice, so Vee couldn’t hear us. Caleb had struck up conversation with her and she was distracted enough.

  “No, Pop. You know me. This isn’t going to be a regular thing,” I said and held back my exasperation. I didn’t need him to lecture me at all. I knew right from wrong. Landing in jail was definitely wrong.

  “Then you got your stepsister, whom none of us have even met yet, go and bail you out of jail. What a great first impression of us Hunter.” I did sigh then, and glanced over at the stairs as Liz came down. She was wearing a loose sweater dress that fell down to her knees and outlined her body just enough. It was a silvery grey color and her hair was down around her shoulders again. She wore nude colored stockings underneath the dress and knee high black boots. Did she always have to look completely sexy?

  “Don’t worry Pop, I told her how grateful I was and promised I owed her anything,” I said. Vee called my father over to meet Liz. She stood at the island and smiled graciously at my father. He pulled her in for a hug and her smiled widened, as she blushed. I remained by the coffeemaker and watched her intently. Liz met my dad and Caleb, and of course, they had to joke about my being a ‘fugitive.’ I checked my watch. It was nine thirty. My shop would be open. I had my crew take care of everything so I could have weekends off and give them overtime opportunities.

  Seth came down and we all got ready to leave for the diner. My father hooked their mother on, Sydney’s. The diner was great and all, but I did find this whole ‘family outing’ to be kind of cheesy. I caught up to Liz just as she was shrugging on her coat in the foyer.

  “Hey do you wanna ride with me?” I asked Liz and she glanced up at me, almost as if I startled her.

  “In your truck?” she asked and I smirked then shook my head.

  “Nope. On the Harley,” I said. She thought about it and I pulled two riding jackets out of the closet and dangled in front of her. She slowly took off her coat and hung it back up for one of the riding jackets. I grinned at her and then grabbed my helmet and gave it to her. “You should put your hair in a ponytail,” I suggested and Liz grinned at me as she fished a hair tie out of her bag.

  “You won’t crash will you?” she asked, as I watched her pull her hair back and I gave her a wide grin.

  “Of course not,” I said and Liz’s smile faltered a bit.

  “I’m serious Hunter,” she said and I laughed.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t crash us,” I said reassuringly.

  Chapter 7

  Liz

  Riding on the back of Hunter’s Harley was exhilarating. All the wind made me feel as if we were flying. After a while of following behind James and Seth’s cars, Hunter took a detour and parked at a park near the diner.

  “They’re going to wonder what happened to us,” I said, when Hunter parked the bike and then shut it off. I glanced around at the park and realized it was more of a nature preserve you walk through.

  “The diner is just a block over. I like parking in low profile places. You wouldn’t believe how many times people have tried to steal my bike,” Hunter said, as I took off his helmet and pulled out the hair tie to shake my hair free. I glanced at the black Harley and admired its classic, yet rugged look. It fit Hunter’s bad boy persona to a tee.

  “Yeah. I could see why someone would want to steal this. You take good care of your bike,” I said and Hunter smiled.

  “Thanks, it’s what I do,” I laughed at his macho tone, and we started walking towards the street to get to the diner.

  “It was really fun though, riding on the bike with you. It felt kind of like I was flying,” I said, and Hunter smiled with an excited
spark in his eyes.

  “Yeah, I love that about being on a bike. It gives you a whole new element of freedom. Sometimes I just get on and ride with no destination in mind,” Hunter said, with a far-away expression. I smiled, he really loved motorcycles.

  “So, be real with me. How come it took you this long to come visit your mother and meet my father?” Hunter asked, abruptly changing the conversation.

  I sighed deeply, and glanced up at the sky. The clouds were white and fluffy. It would probably start snowing again soon. “Because I hadn’t gotten over the death of my father when my mother started dating James and going to visit him and stuff. Then I started to find things as excuses not to like him…” My voice trailed off.

  Hunter stared at me intently. His eyes piercing through me, like he could see clear to my soul. Like what things?” Hunter asked curiously. I shrugged.

  “Like he never came to Colorado to visit her. She was the one who had to travel. She always paid for her own ticket to visit him. Then she moved clear across the country to live with him. What if my mother’s job hadn’t been so flexible?” I huffed out my reply so fast, I didn’t realize the information I was revealing about the thoughts I had about his father. My mom had her own internet business making jewelry. She had grown quite popular for it that she was beginning to become an actual brand. She was even hoping to open up an actual shop soon.

  Hunter stared at me shocked. “Liz, my father provided everything for your mom to visit him, including making everything possible so that she could and would move here with him. His job wasn’t so flexible. Love is about compromise. It’s not like your mother gave and all my father did was take. They really do love each other. If she’s happy after the sadness of losing your father, then why not just let it be?” Hunter said. I glanced up at him, mystified. Where was all this coming from?

  “Take it from me, I’ve never seen my father this happy with a woman since my mother died. It’s really great to see how disgusting our parents are with each other,” I smiled reluctantly and Hunter chuckled. “Plus, Seth, my brother and I get along great and Caleb has always wanted a little sister.” I laughed and Hunter grinned at me crookedly.

  “Well, I guess it makes sense when put like that…” I said, just as we had reached the diner. Hunter held the door open for me and we spotted everyone already seated at a table.

  “Hey guys, where’d you go?” Seth asked, as we sat down at the table. Hunter explained his parking methods and I settled in the seat between him and Seth. The waitress came by to take our drink orders and she clearly found Hunter to be attractive, sending him flirtatious glances while he looked at the menu. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I didn’t want anyone to catch my annoyance and misinterpret it for anything. It’s not like I wanted to claim Hunter as mine or anything. We were technically related.

  I tried to enjoy the family breakfast, but Hunter noticed the pretty waitress’s glances and started smiling extra wide and adding an extra thank you or please, where they were unnecessary. I hid my souring mood and kept up conversation with James and Caleb, as well as my mom and Seth. I pretty much ignored Hunter. It wasn’t noticeable because there was enough people at the table that I didn’t have to comment on whatever he added to the conversation.

  “So, are you going to ride back with Hunter or do you want to do a little last minute Christmas shopping with me?” My mom asked me, as we all stepped outside after breakfast.

  “Uh, well, I left my purse at home so I’ll have to ride back with someone to pick it up. I do want to go shopping though,” I said and my mother nodded.

  “You can ride back with me Liz,” Hunter said, as if he was wondering why I was making other plans with my mother. I stifled my sigh and nodded my head. I didn’t want to disappoint my mother or make her think I wasn’t really trying to get to know and get along with everyone.

  “Okay then, we’ll just meet up at the house,” my mom said and she smiled at me, obviously pleased, before she got into James’s car. I walked back with Hunter to the park silently and he glanced at me curiously a couple of times.

  “What’s up with you?” he finally asked, when we got back to his bike. He handed me his helmet and I sat it on the seat of the bike while I pulled my hair into a ponytail.

  “Nothing,” I said curtly, and Hinter lifted his eyebrow at me, he didn’t believe me for one second that nothing was wrong.

  “I may not have grown up with a sister, but I know women,” Hunter said and I rolled my eyes.

  “Clearly,” I said. He stared at me, appeared to be thinking and then his eyes widened with recognition.

  He hissed out. “The waitress? Are you upset because she was flirting with me?” Hunter asked and I rolled my eyes.

  “No Hunter, Can we go please?” I asked.

  “You know, you’re even sexier when you’re a bit jealous,” Hunter said and I grit my teeth as he chuckled and got onto the bike to take us back to the house. I climbed on behind him. Pulled my dress up under me and wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel Hunter chuckling through his coat. He started the bike and revved it, and drove toward home.

  Chapter 8

  Hunter

  I didn’t know what to do about Liz. More importantly I wanted her like crazy, on top of my not knowing what to do about her. The next few days we spent around each other, was torture. What with her brushing her teeth in nothing but a towel in the mornings and lounging around the house in sexy little outfits. Liz was great at playing coy. She had to know what she was doing to me.

  I needed to get a grip. Our parents were having a Christmas Eve party and I had stuck around for an hour to say hi. I quickly got out of there. I was going to the bar with a few of the guys and I was going to get drunk. As I got to the bar, John met me outside.

  “Hey man, what’s up you look like you need a drink or something,” John said, as he took a one look at me and knew something was eating me up.

  “That’s why I’m here. Something’s, or someone’s, under my skin and I can’t deal at the moment,” I said gruffly as we walked into the bar. I went right up to the counter and ordered a double shot of Jack.

  “Well, is it a bad thing that’s gotten under your skin?” John asked. I shook my head, then nodded, and then shrugged.

  “I don’t know. I don’t know… it’s Liz,” I admitted and exhaled. It felt like I had a weight lifted off my chest. John looked at me with shock then a smile, and ordered another round of shots. I threw back the one I had ordered and the bartender refilled my glass, and gave John his first shot.

  “Well you know, she isn’t really your sister Hunter. If she’s gotten under your skin then handle that man. Lord knows she’s smokin’,” John said and I grunted.

  “You have no idea,” I said and took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I just think about her mother and brother and it cools me down. What would they think if we got together? Do I even want to deal with that kind of fallout?” I asked out loud but not really wanting an answer. John shook his head.

  “Hey, what does it matter? If two people are attracted to each other then they should be together for however long it lasts. You both are grown, and you aren’t blood. There’s really nothing gross about it,” John said earnestly. No matter how pretty he set it up, the situation was still taboo.

  “I don’t know man. You wanna shoot some Pool?” I asked and John nodded. We ordered a couple of beers. A few of the other guys showed up and we hung out like we normally did. Drinking and shooting the shit. It felt good to relax and forget about the fiery redhead at home. When it got late enough, John drove me home. He had his truck and we loaded my bike in the back. I would have pushed it home before leaving it at the bar. I was quiet on the way home and John didn’t say anything either. He had given me enough ‘advice’ all night. I was glad he finally shut up.

  I got my bike parked in the shed in the back and stumbled inside. The party was over. I drank some water in the kitchen, then headed up to my room. By the time I reached my room, I
was oddly aware of my surrounding, yet still a bit tipsy. I decided I was okay enough to take a shower, before the busy Christmas morning, so I didn’t wake up a complete wreck. I pulled off my clothes and opened the bathroom door, completely naked.

  It took me a second, but soon realized that Liz had just gotten out of the shower. She was naked and dripping and holding a towel up in front of her. Her eyes were wide and then her gaze traveled up and down my body. My cock stiffened under her scrutiny. Almost like it wanted to show off for her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked and I opened my mouth to say something.

  “It’s like three in the morning…” I said and Liz shrugged.

  “The party ended late and I spilled eggnog on myself while helping to clean up. Uhm, why are you naked?” Liz asked. I took a step into the bathroom. My cock was almost completely stiff. Jesus. She was sexy. I could smell her body wash. She didn’t back away. I watched her eyes and her pupils dilated and she licked her lips nervously.

  “I was going to shower,” I said. Then took another step towards her. “But now, I’m thinking I need to handle something that’s been driving me crazy. Actually, since I first saw you,” I said. Liz inhaled in surprise.

  I reached for her towel and pulled it softly from her grip. It fell easily to the floor and my eyes slid down her body. She was more than I had imagined. Her breasts were round and full, her waist small, and her hips thick and begging for my hands.

  “Are you just going to stare at me?” Liz whispered and I smirked.

  “Fuck no,” I said, before I picked her up and set her down on the sink vanity counter. She braced herself on the marble while her legs circled my hips. My cock pointing straight up between our bodies. She looked down at it and I heard her sharp intake of breath. She looked up at me skeptically, almost like no way that was fitting. I smiled at her.

  I leaned down to her ear and kissed it softly before whispering, “It’s going to fit inside you so good Liz. I can’t wait to be inside you and feel you clench around my dick baby.” I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and slid it up and down against her shaved, smooth lips. She was wet. I groaned at the heat when I made contact. Liz gasped as I rubbed and grinded my dick against her sensitive clit. I lowered my head to kiss her. Liz’s hands pushed into my hair as we literally devoured each other. Our tongues swirled, and our lips moved hard against each other’s. We broke the kiss to catch our breath. I leaned back slightly and watched my dick sliding into her hot, tight, wet pussy. “Watch us Liz,” I told her.