by Ava Frost
“Well, that may be true... But it's too late now. I can't risk this all spiraling out of control... I'm really sorry it had to turn out this way. I don't have any issue with you... It's just not practical for me to let you out of this in one piece. I'm sure you understand...”
An icy pang of dread came spreading through my chest, and I nodded dumbly. “No... No...” I mouthed, but I could think of no counter-argument, no reason I could give to her for keeping me alive.
She simply nodded at me, smiling. “Your boss and I... We had quite a spicy fling going there for a while. I only wanted him for his money, of course, but I think deep down he knew that. Neither of us cared... He was my sugar daddy, giving me what I wanted in exchange for me giving him what he wanted... A decent enough arrangement.
“But then that bastard got all moral and religious on me... He tried to call things off, feeling guilty, telling me he was going to hell and that things between us would have to end. We got into a pretty big fight about it... He thought he was rid of me, but I just couldn't let it die. So I let him die, instead, and then you had to come along and stick your nose in my affairs, getting yourself all tangled up. I'm sorry it had to turn out this way... He really was a cunt, as I'm sure you're aware as his assistant, and it's a shame you should have to die on his behalf...”
I just stood there trembling, anticipating the moment of my death.
But then there was a knock on the door. Olivia gave me a look, like having unexpected company was the most moronic thing in the world right now, like I'd planned it. She peered out the window, trying to catch any signs of who it might be. But she evidently didn't see anything, and with her gun tucked hidden behind her back, she carefully opened the door.
I didn't really know what to expect, but what I saw was about the last thing on earth I might have been prepared for in that already intense moment.
A fully grown grizzly bear, brown and fuzzy and powerful in the night, came bursting into the doorway. Both of us screamed, and she scrambled to close the door, as though that would do any good. The bear just kept snarling though, and pushed her out of the way like it was nothing. She hurried for the gun behind her back as she fell to the floor, and fired several times, missing wildly, blowing holes in my ceiling. The bear just roared, towering over her, and swiped the gun clean out of her hand. It slashed its claws across her back, making her scream, and she hurried out from under it, scrambling for her life.
She scrambled for the door, and the bear was promptly after her, following her relentlessly as she raced it to her car. She got inside, and the bear was jumping on the vehicle, smashing his paws up against it and trying his damnedest to rip her out of the thing. She got it started before he could do any real damage, though, and she peeled into the street like a bat out of hell, her windows smashed and the vehicle crumpled to bits, leaving me wide eyed and breathless as I stared out the window at the scene.
And then the bear turned back to me.
I froze, shrieked, as it began to turn back toward the house.
It was at the door before I could close it, and it stepped resolutely through the entrance, panting, bloody from where bullets had evidently grazed it. I thought for certain that the end was here at last, in the least predictable manner I could imagine, and all I could do was close my eyes, and wait for the death blow to be delivered.
But it never came...
I waited and waited, expecting it to happen at any second, but slowly I opened my eyes, realizing I was still in one piece. And the bear in front of me was no longer a bear, but a human- it was Preston...
He stood naked and bloody, his chest heaving, and his body looking oh so perfect, like that of an angel, in the adrenaline of my near escape from death.
“I heard everything...” he said, panting for breath as the words came out. “I came here to see you, because I thought they would come to arrest you soon, and I didn't want things to end that way... But I heard what that woman said to you, and I caught her license plate number before she drove off... We can catch her now, I'm sure of it,” he said. He looked victorious, and seemed to think that I should feel relieved as well. But then he caught the look in my eyes, the questioning expression in my gaze, and he realized what it meant. “And now you know the truth about me,” he amended, his eyes slowly falling to the floor. “That I'm a bearshifter... And I'm sure you think that I'm a freak, just like everyone else always has...”
But that wasn't what I thought at all...
I would be lying if I said I wasn't completely startled and confused about what I'd seen, what it meant, or where things could go from here. But above all else, I was filled with that same sense of arousal, that same craving for sex after my brush with death that I'd experienced back at the office that Friday night. And I found that I wanted this man, badly, as my eyes dripped along his naked body- and I knew that he could tell... He could see, as my eyes slid along that now familiar body, that my thoughts in that were of a wholly primal nature, and his flaccid penis began to harden, to emerge from inside of itself, and to grow out several inches from his body.
And that was precisely what I needed to see in that moment...
“You saved me...” I whispered, as I stepped quietly over to him, and peered into his eyes.
He took me into his arms, and we kissed.
And then we kissed again.
And before long at all, we were reduced to the floor, his body draped over mine, the two of us entwined. We ravished one another, twisted up, making out and grabbing at one another as though our very lives depended on it. His hard erection felt wonderful as it ground up against me, and he hurried to peel me out of my clothes. Stripping me of my blouse, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, sliding my panties down along my legs, bringing them down to my ankles...
And in no time at all he was inside me, his cock slicing up between the floral pink folds of my pussy, right there in the center of the living room. He groaned, and roared, and grunted like an animal as he hurled every ounce of himself inside me, his ass clenching and unclenching as he did me, his fucking bestial, depraved, and oh so wonderful as he pounded me to oblivion.
“Oh yes... Yes... Yes...” I was screaming, as he thrusted harder and harder and harder, faster and faster and faster. My tremendous breasts shook and jiggled across my chest as he hurled himself inside me, the meat of our bodies slapped loudly together, and he leaned in to kiss me on the mouth as his pelvis continued to stutter, our tongues twisting together, saliva dripping from mouth to mouth and back again.
And with a final, desperate plunge he hurled himself all the way up inside me, holding, holding, holding steady, keeping himself there, maintaining his position like there was no tomorrow. He filled me with a hot stream of his ejaculate, drenching me with his essence, and coating me to the brim with his thick, molten seed. An orgasm, the likes of which I'd not known before, came coursing through my body in waves, sending shivers down my spine and through every taut limb, until at last I released, and the two of us were left panting, wheezing with the thrill of it all.
He pulled out of me, and the two of us continued to kiss wildly, passionately. Touching, squeezing, holding on tightly, never wanting to let go...
And this time, I knew we'd reached a conclusion...
This time, there was no running away on his part after the fact. He could trust me now, and I could trust him. His witness to Olivia's attempted murder, in addition to the gun with the fingerprints on it, were enough to exonerate me, and with her vehicle's plate numbers in his head, it should be no trouble at all to see that Mr. Simmons' murder, and my own close call with death, would be brought to justice.
I sighed, resting in my bearshifter's arms, feeling peaceful at last, and like nothing in the world could possibly hurt me.
THE END
Bad Boy Romance Collection
In Love With My Brother’s Best Friend
Chapter 1
I needed, so desperately, to get some sleep. Yet the more and more I thought about how imperative it was
, the more and more difficult it became for me to actually close my eyes and rest. My mind kept flitting to all the things that I actually needed sleep in order to accomplish- for instance, I had a huge test this upcoming week that I needed to really cram for. And of course, that kept my anxiety going, that and about a hundred thousand other things keeping me stirring.
Such as, for instance, the moment when I started hearing the headboard of my brother and sister-in-laws bed start slamming up against the wall. That was exactly what I needed at this time of night, like I needed a hole in my damn head...
It started out light at first, just a light creaking. It was so insubstantial that, possibly, it could have gone unnoticed, and maybe I could have mistaken it for something else. I tried not to think about it, even though I had a pretty good idea of what was happening to cause it. But then, of course, as things usually progress with regard to these sorts of things, the light squeaking began to grow harder and harder, the wood of the bed posts smashing loudly, violently up against the wall.
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, against my skull, like some giant was slamming his fist harder and harder up against the house. And then, muffled at first, but with greater and greater clarity, “Ohhh... Ohhhhhh... Yes... Yes... Yes... Oh...”
Great, yes... The sound of my sister-in-law being fucked hard in the middle of the night was the precise thing I wanted to hear right now in order to lull me to sleep, it was all just so perfect...
God, I could feel my head starting to ache. It was so cringeworthy to think about- the fact of my brother being sexually active at all, for one thing, regardless of the fact that he was in his twenties by now and married. I knew there was nothing unusual about that, and that I shouldn't begrudge him such passion and pleasure while he was on leave... And particularly not given all that he and Ashley had done for me. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have a roof over my head and four walls around me to be slammed against, and I should have been more grateful, I supposed.
Plus, I had it on good authority from Ashley that the two of them were trying for a baby, and naturally this was how such a conception should come about. They had limited time, and needed to make the most of it, after not having seen one another in person for months now, or touched one another.
Still, though, God help me if it didn't make my skin crawl, and my body burn in a number of ways...
They might have gone months without touching one another, but I was going on, like, years now without having been touched by anyone. And if the thought of my brother and her entwined wasn't bad enough on its own, the fact of hearing anyone screw right now served as a painful reminder of just how alone I was, and how unlikely it was that that was about to change anytime soon.
But, then again, I'd known that the path I'd taken was going to be a long and difficult one, and now I had to live up to my choices in the hope of a better tomorrow. I'd made my bed, so to speak, and now I needed to lie in it- lie in it, and not get a damn wink of sleep.
After a while, when it appeared that the two lovebirds weren't about to slow down or pull out- Ashley kept making noises like she'd just hit climax, and I thought maybe it would be over each time, but then it just kept on going (lucky girl)- I reached into my bedside stand and slipped a pair of headphones into my ears, trying to drown out the sound with music.
If I turned the volume nearly all the way up, Alicia Keys made a decent show of drowning out the more cringeworthy noises. It didn't do much for the fact that the wall was still being banged against my head, though, and accordingly I decided to try switching around on the bed, lying with my head where my feet might normally go. It felt strange, somehow, and it took me some considerable effort to get the covers back in place properly from where I'd messed them up before, but by and large, it was, at the very least, a considerable improvement from before.
I could still feel the rumbling against my feet, and a slight echo from their thrusts pushed through my nerves, but had my mind been in a better place just then, I might have been able to make an honest go at sleeping.
Now, though, with my eyes closed, and the distraction of the lovebirds mostly at bay, I stayed confined to my own thoughts once more. And I thought about all the choices that had led me to where I was right now, and to my loneliness...
I had had the balls, the stupid, ridiculous bravado to think that I, of all people, could earn a damn law degree. And every day, it was becoming rapidly more and more apparent that I was in over my head, that it took individuals far smarter and more passionate than myself to wade into such depths and to make it across intact.
Honestly, everyone had tried to warn me that it would be difficult, despite trying to be as supportive as they could all the while. But I'd always had an intense dislike for injustice, and with so much of it in the world, and so few people doing a damn thing to fix it, I saw earning my degree in the field to be the best path to helping people that I could find. With a cavalier attitude, I'd defied everyone's wishes for me to shoot for something a tad more manageable, such as a career as a nurse or an accountant, or hell, even joining the military like my brother had done and finding some sort of viable career path through that.
But nope, nope I insisted, I was doing this my way, stubbornly and a bit foolishly, and I wasn't going to rest until I got to where I needed to be.
And you can bet your ass that, literally, I didn't rest, as the scene I've just described can attest. The path toward my goal had been an arduous one up to this point, to say the least, and initially I'd had the fumes of rebellion, and of taking the moral high ground to keep me going even when exhaustion plagued me from all sides.
Of course, though, that had begun to dwindle with time, and even that made me question whether I had the mettle to even handle the tough and relentless career that I was already struggling so damn hard to attain for myself. Obviously, I'd gone entirely too far to quit at this point, and that was practically the only thing that kept me on track, even as it got to the point that I was getting five hours of sleep or less a night. I was working nonstop, forgetting to eat some days, and I couldn't manage my time well enough to be able to work a part-time job on top of cramming as much information about the law into my head as I could manage.
Six years in and my bank account drained, it was my brother Tyrone who stepped in and offered me a safety net, he and his beautiful wife Ashley. He was in the army, about to be shipped out, and to leave Ashley all by herself here in the military housing unit they shared. Knowing the rather sad state of affairs I was in at the time, the two of them graciously offered to let me live there, to stay in one of their extra rooms so that I could have one less bill to worry about when it came to paying rent.
Of course, I accepted quite thankfully, and I was even more thankful that there was no I-told-you-soing or jeering on my brother's part over the sad state I was in. He'd still been in high school, getting ready to graduate when I started out in college, and he'd mocked me a bit relentlessly at the time, and really for no good reason. He said things like how naïve I was thinking that a lawyer could change the world, or that lawyers were out for anything other than their own best interests.
In hindsight, of course, I can see now what his motives for such barbs really might have been, as much as they may have stung at the time. Back then, he'd been a really stupid young kid, not knowing what he wanted to do at all, not having any ambitions, always looking for the easy way in life and expecting to find fortune without scarcely lifting a finger.
But, by now, he'd changed so much that he was nearly a completely different person, and in the best of ways. When he was getting ready to graduate, my father had sat him down and gave him a good talking to, telling him how it was and that he couldn't expect the world to just fall into place and make a path for him because he wanted it to. Surprisingly, the message seemed to have actually made an impression on my generally rebellious bro, and a few months later, to everyone's surprise, he'd up and joined the army with his best friend from high school, a white kid named Dani
el.
My mother hadn't been too crazy about him enlisting, of course, and I knew how anxious I would probably feel in her position. But still, though, the years had passed by now and Ty seemed to be doing better in life than ever, taking on greater responsibilities, maturing leaps and bounds beyond what we might have thought possible. And now, of course, getting ready to start a family...
Speaking of which, I happened to lift one of my earbuds out of my ear at this point, and I noticed to great relief that the humping on the other side of the wall had subsided. I sighed deeply, and twisted my body back around, positioning my body in the proper way, and closing my eyes. I was certain that sleep would come to me now...
Anyway, as I was saying, he became far more supportive of me, and wanted to help me out now that he saw the value of what I was doing. That was sweet of him, and encouraging to me, for sure. But I just wish that the passion he felt for what I did, and that I once felt, still burned quite as brightly inside me.
As I lay there in the darkness, with thoughts of sex and having a family still ringing in my head, I couldn't help myself but to reflect on all that I'd given up, all that I would still be giving up in pursuit of this damn law degree.
I'd more or less given up dating some time ago, during, I think, my junior year of college, trying to put all of my focus on my goals, and what I needed to do. And God, it was becoming too much for me... I was starting to feel far too lonely, too isolated in myself, and I felt like I needed someone, somewhere, who could help me get through all of it.
I knew that a “modern woman” should aspire to being more than just a lover, a mom, a housewife, or at least according to what everyone said. And truth be told, I don't know if I wanted that full time or anything like that.
But it felt like something was missing from my life in a huge way, something that I could never hope to accomplish on my own, and that would only grow further and further away as I fell deeper and deeper into the hole of my career.
