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

  “I’ve got a location on Officer Asshole’s patrol car, Kirk. It’s in northern Arlington County just northwest of Chain Bridge. I’ll send you the lat/long via text. Also, I talked to our friends on the FBI side, and there’s not much they can do through unofficial channels. I can try the Virginia State Police, but they may do a handoff to the Arlington County Police. ”

  “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “My contact worries that officer Platt may be monitoring their frequencies or that one of his buddies might send him a warning. There’s also the small matter of how my contact came to know about this in the first place.”

  “No worries, Mary. I’m already heading north on the GW Parkway.”

  “Are you armed?”

  “Do you really want to know?”

  “No. I’m pretty sure you know how to take care of yourself, Kirk. I suppose you can forget what I said about avoiding confrontation. I’ll get some kind of help to you as soon as I can. “

  Kirk parked in a church parking lot off of Rt.123 and set off through the woods, staying parallel to the river. He reached a small creek and turned to follow it uphill to the target, but there was too large an open area and too many windows on that side of the house, so he worked his way back down to the river’s edge and moved fifty meters upstream. Then he turned ninety degrees and crept uphill again to where the woods were closer to the house.

  He could see the back of the patrol car parked outside the attached garage, so the target was confirmed. The garage also offered the easiest and most concealed access to the roof, and it was always better to take a building from the top down, even if you had no grenades. Slow and smooth, he crept up to the garage, climbed onto a fence post and then onto the roof. He made his way to a window and checked for alarms before laying a few strips of electrical tape on the window pane above the lock and tapping the point of his knife at the center of the glass. The glass cracked in several directions, and he carefully removed it all, placing the rough triangles of glass on a shingle he’d bent up, to keep them from sliding off the roof.

  The window opened easily enough, and Kirk listened for a minute before inching through it into an empty bedroom. He moved down the hallway in a combat glide and cleared every room on the second floor before turning back to the stairs. He scooted down the first few stairs sideways and leaned to get a view of the floor below. Linda and her ex sat across a low coffee table from each other in a large room. Kirk could see stainless steel handcuffs glinting on her wrists and the blue steel of a shotgun barrel in his lap. Their shoulders were to the stairway, and Joe seemed warier of the front door than the stairs. Kirk would be somewhat behind him almost all the way down to the landing. Linda would have the opportunity to see Kirk much sooner as he descended the stairs, and he hoped she wouldn’t react.

  He was almost two-thirds of the way to the landing when the center of the stairway collapsed. He dove forward, feet twisting behind him, and landed on his right shoulder. His clavicle gave an unhealthy snap, and the pistol skittered across the landing to the main floor. Kirk rolled to his feet and lunged through police tape toward the towering police officer as the shotgun swung around quickly. The business end would be pointed at Kirk before he made contact. He was just ready to roll onto the deck when Linda crashed into her ex and the shotgun swung too far and boomed. Kirk hit the man high, and the low coffee table cut his legs from under him so they rode over the stone table top together. The back of Joe Platt’s head smacked to the floor just as Kirk’s fist smashed into his face. Kirk snatched up the shotgun with his left hand, jumped clear, and pointed the weapon back at his opponent, but it was clear that the man wouldn’t be getting up any time soon.

  Linda stood across the table from Kirk with her handcuffed wrists extended toward him. “Now that you’ve made your grand entrance, can you help a girl out?”

  He found the key in a keeper on Platt’s belt and released her from the cuffs, all with his left hand, since he seemed unable to lift his right arm. Then he rolled Joe onto his stomach and let Linda have the honor of cuffing him. That seemed to signal the real end for her, and her relief came out in silent tears on Kirk’s shoulder.

  “That was quite a fourth date,” Kirk said.

  She lifted her head from his shoulder and kissed him. “You really know how to show a girl a good time.”

  *****

  By that evening, it was clear that Officer Joe Platt would survive his injuries, but would not survive the security footage of him shoving his ex-wife into the trunk of a police car. Kirk would survive as well, but a broken right clavicle and a broken bone in his left hand were going to keep him off of the traveling team for a while. Apart from some soreness, Linda was fine, and she didn’t mind at all that her big, tough SEAL needed some help in the shower.

  She propped him up in bed that night sans clothing and then left to change into a sheer black babydoll she had fetched from her apartment. When she walked back into the bedroom his eyes widened and he gave a low whistle.

  “Come to Papa, little lady,” he said, his fingers curling in a ‘come-hither’ motion.

  She walked slowly up the side of the bed, letting her fingers trail up the inside of his leg and bump over his abs. “Remember: Some things are meant to be savored, taken in small bites.”

  She bent to kiss him and let her hand drift to his navel and then slowly back up to his chest. Then she moved her lips to his ear and whispered, “Slow is smooth; smooth is fast, right?”

  She stepped back, stripped the babydoll up over her head and tossed it onto his shins with an “Oops.” Then she pinched a corner of the garment in her fingers and dragged it up his legs and around his swollen penis where it climbed like a snake on a branch until it crawled off onto his torso and she flipped it up onto the pillow beside his head.

  “Was that slow and smooth, Kirk?”

  “You’re killing me,” he said, “and I just broke two bones for you.”

  “Well, it seems I’ve helped you grow another one.” She touched over the glans with her index finger and drew a slick trail of his anticipatory emissions down the shaft. He twitched and moaned, and his hips rose ever so slightly. “I really need to be de-thonged again before I deal with that. It’s too bad that I’m the only one capable of a proper de-thonging at the moment.”

  She turned her back to him and slowly bent at the waist as she stroked her hands down her hips and legs, drawing the lacy black fabric along as she went. She tried not to think too much about the show she was putting on for him, and felt some relief when she finally straightened and kicked free of her panties.

  She turned back toward him and climbed onto the bed between his legs. She took him in her hand and kissed her way along the path her lingerie had taken and then continued upward. She felt his hot need press between her breasts and down her abdomen before it met with her own. She kissed him and slid back, taking him in millimeter by millimeter until he was fully sheathed.

  “Was that smooth enough for you, sailor?”

  “So smooth that I’m afraid it’s going to be really fast.”

  “That’s okay. We’ve got all night.”

  It wasn’t too fast. It was just perfect.

  And they had all night and then some.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 13 of 20

  Navy SEAL Tiger

  Getting dragged out to a bar that was an hour away from the nearest town seemed absolutely ridiculous to me, but my friend Maggie insisted that it was the bar we needed to go to. She had decided a few months prior that the way to meet a good man was to meet one that wasn’t around long enough to cheat on you, and fought for something he believed in. Of course that equation led her to believe that military men were the way to go, and the bar we happened to be going to that evening was the main bar where all of the navy men visited. It was the only bar near the water, so the men would frequently come ashore to relax and have a few drinks while off duty from their ships, and Maggie took the opportunity to pounce on any of t
he seals she deemed “worthy” of her attention. I of course got left at the bar to fend for myself, tossing peanut shells into an empty bowl while I slowly sipped on my pint, trying to ignore the loud voices ringing in my ear. I’m not sure how long he was sitting there before I noticed him, but it must have been a while because when I turned around I flinched like a toddler at their first haunted house, and he simply laughed at me.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “Oh no, that was my bad. I must have lost myself in thoughts again, I do that a lot.”

  I took a moment then to check out the man sitting next to me. He seemed tall, sitting on a five foot stool while his feet touched the ground and he still hovered over me like a giant, best guess about six foot two. His hair was a light brown, shaved down to standard military crew cut that matched his perfectly structured face very well. His t-shirt was tight and outlined every muscle on his arms and chest; he definitely did some seriously hard work-outs on and off duty. His eyes were a soft green, pale like a restaurant mint. His skin was that of a tanned god, a medium tan with no noticeable farmer tan lines and he smelt like a mixture of expensive cologne and the ocean. Safe to say he was a walking sea god, and I was shocked as to why he chose to sit and talk with me. I’m nothing to look at, especially not compared to Maggie. My hair is a dusty, faded blonde that never does anything but lay flat against my face. My eyes are a deep sapphire blue that tends to weird people out more than anything; they say it’s like looking into a dark blue hole. My body has a few extra curves where I wish it didn’t and I am taller than most girls, standing at five foot seven.

  “That bored?”

  “That is the life of the wing man.”

  “Wingman for who?”

  I pointed out Maggie who was busy flirting with not one, but two naval officers. Rolling my eyes as I turned back to the bar, taking another sip of my beer.

  “Ah, that one.”

  “You know her?”

  “You could say that, she’s more of a regular than the officers.”

  I couldn’t help but snort, it wasn’t hard to believe that Maggie practically lived at this bar, she had been against long term relationships since her ex dumped her three years prior.

  “Doesn’t surprise me, she enjoys the fact that they leave eventually. No offense.”

  “None taken, I was never one of her targets.”

  “Lucky you.”

  “Why does it sound like you don’t like your friend very much?”

  “Oh no, it’s not that. I just hate that she insisted I come, and left me as soon as we walked through the door.”

  “I get that, practically my whole unit ditched me to go surround her.”

  We both laughed, taking one last look at Maggie and what had geon from two naval officers to an entire group surrounding her, all of them laughing and flirtatiously touching each other’s arms.

  “I’m Jacob.”

  He reached his hand out to me, and I couldn’t help but be polite and reach my hand out to grip his.

  “I’m Tabitha”

  “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Tabitha.”

  “Likewise Jacob.”

  I smiled sweetly at him, we clinked out beers together and both took a drink of beer to celebrate our introduction.

  “So how long are you on land for?”

  Jacob checked his watch and took another sip of beer.

  “Another two hours.”

  “That long? And then where are you off to?”

  “The ship, to get some much needed sleep. We are staying anchored for two weeks.”

  “So would it be safe to assume that you’ll be here tomorrow night?”

  “Only if you’re assuming because you want me to be.”

  I couldn’t help but smile, a light rosy blush gliding across my cheeks.

  “Oh she blushes.”

  I stuck out my tongue at him then; I was hoping he hadn’t noticed that he was making me blush.

  “Shh, don’t tell anyone.”

  He smiled at me, flashing me a wink.

  “Our secret.”

  It was then that another naval officer came up behind us, staring at us with a worried look on his face, as if he wasn’t sure he should interrupt us, so I decided to help him out by interrupting myself.

  “Hi there.”

  “Ma’am.”

  He nodded and smiled very politely, it made me have a sudden love for the bar and military men. I could have easily gotten use to men with manners.

  “Very sorry to interrupt, but commander, we should be heading back to the ship.”

  “Right. Get the men, I’ll meet you outside.”

  “Commander?”

  I asked him with a confused look on my face. He flashed me another sexy grin, and I could feel my cheeks heating once again, he was too sexy for anyone’s good.

  “I’m the commander of my crew, did I forget to say that?”

  He laughed and I smiled, shaking my head out of entertainment.

  “Well, it’s not like I asked for your rank.”

  “Very true, guess we’re even then.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I didn’t ask for yours either.”

  I snorted and he winked yet again, and I have to admit that I didn’t mind at all, I wanted him to spend the entire evening winking and smiling at me. Unfortunately he had to leave, and I was stuck at the bar until Maggie decided it was time to go home. Jacob reached for my hand, pulling my knuckles up to his lips and kissed them softly, causing another blush to form on my face. That man had a gift for making me blush, three times in one night was a record, including when I was an awkward pre-teen just discovering boys.

  “I shall see you again soon Tabitha, I hope”

  “Same here.”

  I smiled and watched as he walked towards the door, turning back to give me one last smile before leaving the bar to join his crew and return to their ship. I just sat there staring at the door, forgetting about everything around me and just wishing that door would open to reveal that he changed his mind and came back. My only comfort was knowing that he was going to be back here tomorrow night with his crew again, and he practically told me that he hoped I would be here too. I forced my eyes away from the door and turned back to the bar, picking my beer up and finishing it off in one chug, I made the decision during that last swallow that I wouldn’t let anything stop me from returning to the bar the next night, to find the navy seal commander.

  *****

  I had spent all day thinking about the commander, all afternoon trying to perfect my outfit and look; I wanted that night to go perfectly. I didn’t even care that he was going to be leaving in two weeks, for two weeks he could be all mine. It felt strange wanting something like that so badly, I hardly knew him, but something about him drew me to him like no man I had ever met before. Maybe it was the uniform, maybe it was how easily he made me blush, whatever it was though, I wanted it as much and for however long I could hold on to it. That night I convinced Maggie she needed a wingman again, smiling too sweetly and she caught on to my intentions. She made fun of me the entire way back to the bar, singing that old k.i.s.s.i.n.g song and saying the usually “I told you sos”. In my head I was hoping that this commander was worth it, because I didn’t know how many trips like this with Maggie I could take. From there my mind wandered to ideas of not being at the bar, but being other places with him, exploring the city, having him eat dinner at my place, having him only a few feet away from my bedroom. I swallowed a lump in my throat and leaned my head back against the car seat, when I got home after the bar; I was going to have to clean my house, in a big way. I must have dosed off on the way, because when I opened my eyes again Maggie was parking.

  “Oh good, you’re awake.”

  “Mmhmm. I can’t believe I fell asleep.”

  “Well just think of it this way, now you are all rested for your stud.”

  Maggie winked at me when she said that, it was if she spent the entire dr
ive inside my head and knew exactly what I thought about Jacob and all of the things I thought about doing to him. I was still skeptical about him though, men like him typically never went for girls like me.

  “If he’s even here.”

  “If he isn’t, we can always find you a new catch.”

  Maggie winked at me again and I just rolled my eyes at her, she was an unstoppable force when it came to men. We hoped out of the mustang and headed into the bar, Maggie immediately ditched me for a small group of officers, and I headed towards the bar to wait and see if Jacob would actually show up. It took him half way through my beer to notice me, he was hidden in a dark corner of the bar waiting for me. He snuck up behind me while I was mid beer sip, causing me to cough and choke on beer foam as soon as his hands touched my shoulder. Jacob laughed and caressed my back, helping my lungs recover from the burning sensation of being filled with cheap beer.

  “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “Seems to be your favorite past-time.”

  I stuck my tongue out at him and we both laughed. He reached out and grabbed what was left of my beer, reaching his free hand out and waited for me to grip it. I happily accepted and slid off of my bar stool, giving him a wink as I laced my fingers in between his. My mood unfortunately dropped as we made our way into the tiny dark corner he had reserved for us, because a few other officers were giving him a nasty glare as we walked past them.

  “What’s their problem?”

  “Who’s?”

  “Those officers. They don’t look happy.”

  I nodded my head towards the glaring officers to point them out to Jacob, but it was if he already knew who I was referring to without having to look back.

  “Just lonely I suppose, they haven’t gotten any action since we anchored.”

  “Neither have you.”

  Jacob twirled me around right before we reached our seats, spinning me so that I was facing him. He smiled while he slide my beer glass onto our table, never breaking eye contact with me.