Professor next Door

by Summer Cooper

  Life in the shifter-verse wasn’t the same as in the human world. When you found your mate that was it. There was no courting, no hemming and hawing, you mated and that was it, you were joined for life. It was no different for Cora, Knox, and Rhys. They were just unusual in that they shared a mate.

  Cora was sad that Tessa left without a word but she assumed it had something to do with Hale. Hale disappeared as well but he disappeared into his office, working long hours without socializing. Cora noticed but said nothing, assuming he’d upset Tessa somehow. Kaia was doing her own thing and happy for Cora, smiling when she came to visit and asking for details. By now they knew the men were all shifters and shared the same clan tattoo. All of them, even the females, shared a tattoo of a bear on their backs that could, and would, shift positions depending on the person’s mood. Cora would watch Knox’s and Rhys’s sometimes, amazed at the tattoo.

  She’d learned the men were billionaires but that was only icing on the cake. If they’d been dirt poor, she wouldn’t have cared but the luxuries now at her disposal did not go unappreciated. She loved the giant bath tub they had more than anything else in the house. She could lie in it for hours, soaking her cares away. There was only one problem and that was a lie by omission; Cora’s lie. She still hadn’t told them about the baby.

  Cora heard the men grunting in the back yard of their cabin in the woods, not far from Hale’s and done by the same architect. A three-floored structure the house was done in dark tones with quite a few windows. Cora loved looking at it from outside in the night, when it was all lit up. The inside was done in a country but masculine fashion and Cora adored it.

  Walking to a window in her own bedroom, they each had one and one that was shared, Cora looked down to see the men sparring. More of this MMA stuff. Cora didn’t like fighting and wasn’t too happy about the men sparring but it was their way of letting off steam and staying fit. They’d joined a competition and were preparing for it. Cora worried about them getting hurt but kept quiet about it. She knew they loved the sport. They offered her the world, after all, she could keep her fears about their favorite sport to herself. Besides, they were grown men, they could make their own choices.

  * * *

  The day of the competition arrived and Cora was a bundle of nerves. The men were in the same group and they’d whittled their opponents down to each other. Cora had learned to enjoy the sport while she was there, loving how respectful competitors were to each other and she learned some of the rules. She’d cheered through Knox and Rhys’s fight, getting to her feet to yell encouragement more than once. But now she was chewing at her nails, worry pouring through her. They had to fight each other. How could they do that?

  The men entered the cage, both in similar black shorts, and tapped gloves together when told to do so. From that point on it was mayhem. First Knox got Rhys down in a ground and pound that looked as though it was going to end the fight early but Rhys got in a shot that bloodied Knox’s nose. The fight was stopped to check Knox for concussion, to stop the blood, and then battle commenced once more.

  Rhys followed Knox around the cage, landing a few key hits, one caused Knox to stagger but he soon regained his equilibrium. Bouncing around the cage Knox wore Rhys down, clearly the stronger of the two fighters today. With a hook to the knee Knox took Rhys down and soon had him in a submission hold. Cora chewed at her lip, at her nails, and at her thumb, trying not to scream out her horror as the two men drew blood, gave each other vicious punches, and as the end came when Cora saw that Rhys was losing consciousness. A cry of relief did escape when the Ref called time on the match and declared Knox the winner. Knox bounced around the cage for a moment before he helped his friend up and they exited the cage together, Knox the victor. They came to Cora and she was in tears looking at Knox’s swollen eye and Rhys’s bruised cheek and ribs. They were going to feel this tomorrow.

  “I’ll get you next time, jackass.” Rhys cracked as he pulled Cora close.

  “Nah, you won’t. But you can try for nothing.” He laughed as Cora stroked Rhys’s shaved head.

  “You leave him be.” She growled at him before he leaned down to kiss her.

  “It’s alright sugarbear, we’re only teasing. Come on brother, I’ll help you get your gloves off.” He led Rhys away.

  An hour later they were showered, at home, and Cora was tending to their injuries with care.

  “You know, as much as I like these tight light shorts you were both wearing, I could live without this MMA stuff. I thought I was going to have a heart attack watching you two.”

  “Oh darlin’ it’s only for fun.” Rhys intoned, hissing as she dropped some ice on his ribs.

  “Yeah, well, I think I might stay home from now on, if you don’t mind. I’ll just wait to put together the carnage.” Her words were tough but she said them with a smile.

  “Come down here baby, let us show you how bad off we are.” Knox said with a sultry tone that Cora just could not resist. She let him pull her down as he moved to kneel between her legs. He pulled her down further, her hips joining his as he did so.

  “Cora baby.” He said in a questioning voice, his hands unbuttoning her pink top.

  “Yes, Knox?” Her voice hitched as cool air touched her bare flesh and his lips moved over her breasts. Then his hand moved to her much rounder tummy and stopped.

  Their eyes met and Cora felt the panic starting to rise.

  Rhys, close to Cora’s ear, kissed the tiny shell before he spoke.

  “Don’t you think it’s time you tell us about the baby?”

  Cora went still, her world coming to a halt. How did they know? She wasn’t showing that much. They’re shifters, silly, she told herself, they know things.

  “How long have you known?” She asked, her voice shaking.

  “Oh, we’ve always known.” Knox said, thrusting into her center through the leggings she had on. Not much of a barrier really.

  “Where’s her father?” Rhys asked, a growl in his voice. Not jealousy but anger that she’d been abandoned.

  “Back in Ireland the last I heard. Even if it wasn’t for you two, I don’t need him. The only manly thing he managed was to get me pregnant and even that wasn’t very manly.”

  “Well, she’ll be ours, no matter what. Always. Just like you. And we’ll be yours. And her fathers.” Knox promised as Rhys shook his head in turn.

  “I couldn’t ask for anything more.” Cora whispered, tears filling her eyes. She really did have it all in these two.

  “We couldn’t ask for anything more, Cora. Now get out of these clothes! I want to try something different today.” Rhys said as he pulled her from the couch.

  They took her up to the bath and filled it with water and all three got in. The men bathed her, soothing her own aching muscles as they washed her gently.

  One question nagged at her though. She had to have an answer.

  “Um, guys. Would any children we have be shifters?”

  “It depends.” Rhys answered, rinsing her hair with a cup. “Sometimes they are, sometimes they aren’t. We don’t know our origins, or why we’re here. We just know what we are. Sometimes babies from mixed matings are shifters and sometimes they aren’t. We never know how it’s going to work. Would it be a problem?”

  “No, not at all. I just wondered.” She went quiet as they pulled her from the bath and Knox carried her into their shared bedroom. He placed her on a towel and the men each found a bottle of massage oil. They soothed her tired muscles with their hands, working long slow strokes down the muscles of her back, her arms, and her legs. Then they’re hands moved up.

  Knox’s dived under her, finding her clit and making her sigh in pleasure. Rhys focused on her ass, massaging the strong muscles deep as his fingers probed the flesh. Slowly they allowed their fingers to pleasure Cora, her body starting to move into their hands as they probed her flesh.

  They’d been very open with their sex so far, sharing far more than conventional couples did, but so
far Cora’s ass had been off limits, by the men’s rule. She hadn’t denied them any part of her. But now she felt Rhys’s hand moving, his fingers sliding between the globes of her ass, to find the dark circle of flesh that nobody but she had ever touched before.

  She remained relaxed, curious about what this would feel like. His slick fingers slid down, then up, teasing her with his touch. She was about to insist he go further when his middle finger slid down once more and probed at the opening, then pushed into her. Cora gasped, the sensation odd at first and stealing her breath away.

  Rhys stopped moving, letting her get used to the invasion as Knox continued to finger her clit. Rhys felt her relax and slipped the finger in further hearing her sounds go from shock to pleasure. He grinned as her ass began to move, pushing back into his hand.

  “We’re both going to have you tonight, Cora. Together. At the same time.” It was the one thing they hadn’t tried yet and they were all eager to get on with it. “I’m going to leave my finger here but I want you to shift, and let Knox into that sweet pussy of yours. Then I’m going in that ass.”

  Cora grinned, eager for the experience, and sat up, letting Knox slide under her. She was ready for it. Her pussy swallowed Knox eagerly and the sensation combined with Rhys’s finger in her ass. Cora gasped once more, her eyes closing as she moaned deeply.

  “That is so good.” She told them.

  “It’s about to get even better baby. Ride him for a bit, get good and juicy.” Rhys instructed her. “I want you completely ready and relaxed when we do this. We’ll be careful and you know what to do if you want us to stop. Just say so.”

  Cora moved on Knox, staring down into his hungry eyes with her own. She pulled up and sank back down, building a pace that had them both panting soon, their eyes locked together. When she was close to coming Rhys stopped them.

  “Shh, slow down for a minute.” He whispered into her ear.

  Rhys pushed her forward onto Knox, her ass rising in the air. Rhys took more of the oil and slicked his cock up with it, stroking it into his flesh. Then he moved behind Cora as Knox spread her ass wide.

  “Just breathe normal, baby, don’t tense up.” Knox urged her, kissing her forehead.

  Cora felt the tip of Rhys’s cock replacing his finger and her eyes went wide as the head slipped into her.

  “Holy fuck!” She gasped out as the feeling of being invaded doubled. But it was good, it wasn’t painful, just different. When her body relaxed she felt him push deeper, past a barrier of some kind, then deeper still until he was balls deep. Then he stopped.

  Knox’s hands still held her open but she shifted, pushing up a little for a better angle for herself. Knox’s hands moved to her breasts then and Cora’s pleasure began to climb once more. As Knox teased her nipples Rhys began to move, shifting her on Knox as he did so. Knox, a talented fellow, began his own movements, and Cora was finally getting fucked by both of her men. The sensation was incredible, indescribable, and more than she could stand as she began a long hard orgasm that had both men fighting to hold back their own as her body squeezed them both tightly.

  They kept moving, letting Cora have her way as she moved on them, sliding onto their cocks with a rhythm all her own. When she calmed and her cries of pleasure stopped they began to move inside of her once more. She quickly followed with them, the tightness of her body increased by each man’s cock inside of her, the knowledge of what they were doing adding to the erotic nature of their act.

  The men came together and Cora went with them. United as one, joined as one, they all found heaven together in Cora’s body. More than that, they were a family now and nothing could tear that apart. Cora knew it, Rhys and Knox knew it, and they continued their play with that knowledge. They were one and that was all that mattered to any of them.

  The End

  Bear Mission

  Chapter 1

  Kaia Phillips stared out of her friend Tessa’s SUV and wondered just what she’d let herself be talked into. She saw no coffee shops, no clothing stores, no bars or clubs, just a building that resembled an overgrown log cabin with a lot of windows in it. Pretty but not what she thought of as vacation material. But here she was feeling like a lost city girl in the country. She wasn’t going to act like the stereotype, however. She was going to give this place a chance. Even if it might bore her to death. There wasn’t even a daiquiri shop like she’d found in Louisiana. Now that was a vacation to remember. Or not, she thought with a smile as they pulled their luggage out and went into the resort.

  Joined by her two friends, Tessa and Cora, Kaia came to the Singing Stones resort in the northern mountains of Georgia for a two week stay. Tessa suggested it as a way of getting Cora’s mind off of her troubles before she gave birth to her daughter, and Kaia had balked but thought it was a good idea in the end. Some hiking through nature trails instead of parks might be good for her too. Tessa loved nature so it was a natural choice for her.

  Kaia had never really left the city, though. Her parents were from Atlanta, they’d always lived there, and she grew up there. Nature was as foreign as going to another planet for her. The suburbs of Atlanta had been as close to nature as she’d ever come, or wanted to come. Kaia loved Tessa and Cora and knew Cora needed this getaway before the fall semester at the school where they all taught started so she’d agreed to it. Pushing her and Cora’s suitcases into the main office Kaia listened as Tessa dealt with the woman behind the check-in counter.

  Kaia caught her own reflection in a mirror over the desk and checked herself before turning away. Still the tall, slim, biracial women with black hair and blue eyes that she’d always been. Even as a baby Kaia had been long and gangly, never quite the small delicate child people wanted her to be. Kaia was built for a different purpose in life but she’d still ended up in teaching. She loved her chosen path and though she had the body of a woman made to be a warrior, without all of the bulging muscles, she was fit and intelligent. Her mind thrived at the tasks she was assigned and she wouldn’t change her job for anything.

  Kaia’s brain focused on the conversation going on in front of her and as she heard the rude dismissal of the woman at the desk Kaia felt a sudden urge to climb over the desk and punch the bitch in the mouth! How dare she talk to Tessa that way, telling her to get out just because the dates were wrong on the computer!

  Normally a calm woman that settled disturbances by merely raising an eyebrow, the rude way in which the worker was talking to Tessa really flew all over Kaia. She’d taken a step closer to the woman, preparing to yank her over the desk, when a tall man walked up and sent the woman on her way. The man was handsome, very handsome, but he seemed to only have eyes for Tessa.

  Kaia stepped back into the background, allowing the man to speak with Tessa. The offer of upgraded rooms as an apology suited Kaia just fine and when she got to the room and seen champagne and an invitation for all of them to come to dinner, Kaia thought the place might have something to offer after all, especially if the other men were as handsome as that fella. He’d said his name was Hale. There was more to the man than he let on, Kaia knew that instantly, but said nothing. She had her own secrets to hide. One of them being that Cora was pregnant, but that was just scratching the surface of it all.

  She dismissed her friends’ discussion about shifters as Cora finished getting ready and watched the other two women. A watcher of people by nature, Kaia could come off as cold and reserved but she wasn’t, she just let people talk while she listened. She smiled inwardly as she wondered what would happen if her friends actually met up with real shifters, of any variety. They’d probably faint straight away.

  Kaia had already unpacked, showered, and her thoughts shifted to food now as her friends continued to chatter on the way to the elevator. Wondering what kind of food the restaurant might offer, Kaia hoped they had something besides the country cuisine she expected. Barbecue and cornbread were fine at times but she wanted something a bit more elegant tonight. When the elevator door dinged
Kaia prepared to step out but stopped. She wasn’t expecting what greeted her when the doors quietly glided open.

  Four rather gorgeous men stood there, waiting on the doors to open. Every one of them was a shifter. Kaia didn’t need to be told that, she knew it instinctively, the same way they could sense her own secret. None of them were strictly human, not even Kaia. That was a story for later, though, Kaia wanted food and to learn about these handsome gentlemen. She’d also spend time trying to find out what they knew. That could come later as well.

  Taking the arm of the darker man, the one that didn’t swoon for Tessa or Cora, Kaia smiled at the man and introduced herself.

  “I am Kaia; it’s nice to meet you.” She offered.

  It’s lovely to meet you, sister.” The man spoke low and deep, the words falling into Kaia’s ear. “I am Zed.”

  Kaia stood back for a moment, pulling away to look into his watchful eyes. Yes, they were quite similar, she thought. She smiled at the man as he escorted her into the restaurant and sat down beside her at their table.

  Zed was the watcher of his friends. Hale was also a watcher but talkative. The other two, Knox and Rhys, were jokers and boisterous, often loud as they vied to hold Cora’s attention. As the night wore on Zed engaged her in very little communication but she was fine with that because she could watch her friends and ensure their safety. Zed did the same but Kaia caught his eyes on her as often as she looked at him.

  The man was gorgeous, well over six feet tall, with a dusky skin tone that was either Native American or testament to a heritage similar to Kaia’s. His dark eyes, a dark brown that was almost black, were almond shaped and kept drawing Kaia’s attention. Her own very dark blue eyes seemed to enchant Zed. Kaia would smile at him, perhaps say something about the antics of their friends, and would turn away. She knew she was being obvious about her attraction but couldn’t help it.