Bad, Very Bad Shifters- The Complete Mega Bundle

by Daniella Wright

  "Sorry, looks like it is," I retort, stepping into my bathroom and locking the door behind me. I can hear my father cursing my name on the other side of the door, and he initially demands that I return to speak to him. However, I simply turn on the faucet in the shower, allowing the water to grow warm. I sit on the edge of the bathtub, resting my face in my hands as I wonder just how on earth I had managed to get myself into such a mess.

  A few hours later, I finally step out of my room when I'm sure my father has had some time to cool off. Knowing he's likely wrapped up in work, I seek out my mother to get her opinion on things. I'm sure she'll be angry at me, but she tends to be more understanding than my father. I find her in their room, curled up on the bed and flipping through a magazine. She looks up as I knock on the doorframe, quirking her brow slyly and patting the bed beside her.

  "Come have a talk with your momma," she says warmly, and I grin sheepishly as I step further into the room. She makes room for me on the bed, and I sit beside her, glancing at the magazine she was reading. I almost expected to see more about my supposed tryst with Jeremy, but it's a simple fashion magazine. "So, that's where you snuck off to, last night?" She says carefully, and I offer her an apologetic smile.

  "I didn't think it would get out like this. I just wanted a break from being the country's sweetheart all the time, I wanted a chance to be a normal young woman," I blurt, tears springing to the corners of my eyes. She sits up, wrapping her arms gently around me.

  "I'm not angry. A bit disappointed, but I can't say I didn't do similar things at your age," she murmurs, and I draw away, daring to look at her with an almost hopeful expression.

  "Dad thinks I slept with him," I say, unable to keep the sadness from creeping into my voice. My mother chuckles, reaching out to brush a hand through my hair.

  "That's not really your father's business, either way. You're an adult now, you can pursue a relationship with anyone you want," she says dismissively, and I ignore the nagging voice in my head that declares I would never be in an actual relationship with Jeremy. "This will all blow over. People love a good gossip story, but there's no substance. You just go enjoy your day off school, honey," she says in an attempt to assure me and it works, if only slightly.

  "Thanks, Momma," I say with a warm smile, and she presses a kiss to my forehead.

  "Any time, sweetheart," she hums, picking up her magazine once more. I crawl out of her bed, shuffling to the door. Though I still a bit bad for upsetting my father, I can only allow the thought to drop away in the face of my mother's forgiveness. I know she doesn't condone my behavior, but it can't be so bad if she admits that she would have done much the same.

  Slipping down the hallway, I head back to my room in order to give my father a bit more space. I grab my cellphone from my pocket, belatedly remembering that I had given Jeremy my number the night before. I see several text messages, mentioning that he had gotten chewed out as well. I read the latest message with a smile, as he declares it was entirely worth it. I hesitate a moment, knowing full well I shouldn't text him back. Ignoring my inner voice, I bring up our conversation and tap out a reply. I ask if he wants to hang out tomorrow afternoon, and set my phone on my bedside table. I don't expect a quick reply, but am surprised when I receive one almost immediately. I grab my phone again, swiping the screen. He agrees that we should meet up tomorrow, and asks if he can bring a friend to meet me. I can only wonder why he would bring a friend, but I swiftly agree before telling him I'll get back in touch with him tomorrow.

  Deciding that today was something of a bust, I decide to take care of my homework so I'll have free time later. I'm wrapped up in homework until late that evening, and much to my surprise, my father doesn't stop by to say goodnight. Not wanting to be the one to show weakness, I resolve to be just as stubborn as he is being. Something has to give, eventually.

  Right…?

  CHAPTER THREE

  My father is still brooding the next day, but I find myself caring less and less about his sour attitude. I don't have to justify myself to him, and as long as I'm a bit more discreet, it shouldn't matter how I enjoy myself. For the time being, I'm trying to decide what I'm going to wear to the club where I'll be meeting up with Jeremy and his friend. I'm still a little curious as to why he would bring a friend along, but I don't entertain the thought too much. I can only wonder if the other man I'll presumably be meeting is as cute as Jeremy. It's an inappropriate thought, ut I find myself having more and more of those as of late.

  I decide on a pale green shirt with a dipping neckline and a simple black miniskirt. It's not the most reserved of choices, but I'm aiming to impress. I get dressed quickly, applying a touch of makeup that accentuates my dark skin. I smile at my reflection, liking what I see. I can only hope Jeremy will enjoy it as much. Though I have no intention of pursuing a relationship with him, I don't see the harm in a little flirting. If he's lucky, maybe a little fooling around… but I'm getting ahead of myself. For now, it'll be enough to leave the man drooling.

  I grab my keys, slipping out of my room and carefully descending the stairs. The last thing I want to do is run into my father, but the universe seems to have other plans. I all but crash into him making my way out of the house, and he quirks a brow at my attire.

  "What in the world are you wearing?" He demands bluntly, and I feel myself redden slightly before trying to stammer out a response.

  "Just an outfit I've not had a chance to wear out yet," I manage, struggling to keep my cool. He considers me with narrowed eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

  "And where exactly is out?" He continues, blocking my way to the door. I narrow my eyes, shoving past him to get to the door. He seems caught off guard by the action, stumbling out of the way.

  "That's hardly your business," I bite out, unable to keep the snideness from creeping into my voice. He watches me through wide eyes, but I don't give him another glance as I slip out the door. I approach my car, hoping to slip away without any of the secret service agents noticing. I manage to luck out, it seems, pulling into the street with little fuss. I make my way through town, to a large and bustling club that everyone at my school is always fawning over. I park discreetly, stepping out of my car and sauntering through the door. It feels as if everything freezes as I step inside, and I can make out a few whispers. It's obvious the people here are wondering what on earth the president's daughter is doing in their club, but I make an effort to ignore them. I seek out Jeremy, finding him at a table towards the back of the club. He smiles upon seeing me, waving cheerfully. I spot another man sitting at the table and musing that it must be Jeremy's friend, I make an effort to look especially appealing as I strut to the table. The other man turns to watch me approach and to my surprise, he whistles appreciatively as I near the table. I'm struck by how handsome the two men are, though their differences are striking. Jeremy is your average jock, well-built with shaggy blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. His face is clean-shaven at all times, and there's an undeniable appeal to his clean-cut appearance. The other man is a stark contrast, with jet black hair and deep brown eyes. He has stubble growing, and a full goatee topping off his chin. His skin is a shade darker than Jeremy's, but obviously, they're both remarkably pale in comparison to myself. I've always had an attraction to white men, and I'm well aware that a confident woman of color can draw her share of attention.

  "Hey, Tara. I was wondering when you'd show up," Jeremy says teasingly, gesturing to my chair. The other man watches me with a small smile, eyes following me as I sit down.

  "Sorry, I got held up by my father," I say, irritation lacing my tones. The men exchange a glance, and the dark haired man rumbles a laugh.

  "Huh. I would have never believed it was the president's pride and joy on the front page of the newspapers. I always thought you were a good girl," he says with a faint grin. I quirk a brow, looking unamused. "Sorry, sorry. You have to admit that you give that vibe in most press releases. I'm Jake Black, by the way. I'm on the footb
all team with Jeremy here," he says more kindly, reaching out to offer his hand. I stare at him for a moment, before allowing my tension to slip away. I quirk a smile, reaching out to take his hand and give it a firm shake.

  "Maybe this good girl was just waiting for a couple of bad boys to help her see the light," I say boldly, and the two men exchange a glance. Jeremy smiles eagerly, and I can only wonder what their reaction will be to my bold statement. Jake watches me with a smile that's a bit more restrained, and he taps his fingers on the table as he obviously muses over what to say next.

  "If you're such a bad girl, how about you prove it," Jeremy says before Jake can speak, and I'm mildly taken aback by the challenge. It seems obvious that the boys think I will back down, but I curl my lips in a coy smile, glancing towards the back where the restrooms are.

  "I have an idea of how I may be able to prove myself," I say flirtatiously, rising from the table and gesturing for the men to follow me. I can feel their confusion radiating from their bodies, but as I lead them to the bathroom, realization seems to dawn on them.

  "S-seriously?" Jake manages, and the two of them trail after me into the empty bathroom.

  "Serious as a heart attack. Which may be a concern, when I'm done with the two of you," I purr. Lifting my shirt over my head, they seem enthralled by the tantalizing expanse of ebon skin I've exposed to them. Jeremy is the first to approach me, the already forming bulge in his pants impossible to ignore. It's faintly amusing that all I've done is take my top off, but they're already excited to the point of stiffness. I turn to face Jeremy, quirking my lips in a coy smile. He steps towards me, hesitates a moment, but if spurred into action when I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. The lacy white material falls away from my petite breasts, and his eyes nearly bulge from his head. I turn to consider Jake, who watches me with his lip drawn painfully between his teeth. "Well… aren't you two going to show me a good time?" I murmur, reaching down to my own chest. I tweak a nipple between my fingers, unable to swallow a moan at the stimulation. Jeremy lunges forward, gathering me in his arms and pulling me flush to his clothed chest. The fabric is vaguely scratchy against my exposed skin, but I don't have it into me to complain as he kisses my neck eagerly. I tilt my head to allow him further access, and he is swift to take full advantage of the fact.

  Jake still lingers near the door, looking relatively uncertain of what to do with himself. His member strains against the fabric of his jeans, and I smile kindly before beckoning him forward. He shuffles closer, shifting beside me at the sinks. Jeremy lifts me up onto the bathroom counter, dipping his head to take one of my perked nipples between his lips. I gasp out his name, and Jake moans gutturally in response to my sounds of pleasure. While Jeremy lavishes my chest with his talented tongue, Jake finally seems to gather the confidence to make his own move. He drops to his knees in front of the sinks, settling between my legs. Jeremy shifts to the side a bit to give him space, and Jake rests his hands on my knees, gently spreading my thighs. I bite my lip anxiously, thanking god that I make a habit of keeping myself well trimmed. Jake presses a hand between my thighs, cupping me through the front of my panties. I can feel the moisture gathering in my most intimate area, and I can only redden when he gives a pleased grunt.

  "So wet," he says crudely, and Jeremy laughs, taking his teeth to my sensitive breasts. They scrape my skin, and it's all I can do not to scream out his name. I tense my hands in his hair, struggling not to wiggle too much at my place on top of the counter. I inhale a shaky breath as Jake pushes aside the front of my underwear, moaning once more as he takes in the sight of my bare womanhood. I hear him unzip his pants, and glance down to see what he's doing. He grips his own member tightly in his fist, moving his hand up and down at what must be an agonizingly slow pace. With his other hand, he strokes my dripping slit, dipping a finger just barely past my entrance before drawing back and tracing around my hole. He stops towards the top, ghosting his fingers to my eagerly throbbing clit. He moans again, and Jeremy all but guffaws at the state the two of us are in.

  “Jake, dude, you always get excited way too easily,” Jeremy grins. He pauses, offering me a coy quirk of his lips. “And I certainly didn’t expect to see you fall apart so easily,” he adds almost as an afterthought, taking my breasts into his hands. I shiver, offering him a halfhearted glare as he continues to fondle me. The bulge in his pants threatens to burst the button off of them, but he seems to be keeping his cool in spite of his arousal. I reach out, pressing my palm to the front of his jeans. He gasps softly, and Jake takes his turn to snicker.

  “Gosh, Jeremy, it’s like you’ve never been touched by a woman before,” he says snidely, though Jeremy seems to pay little mind. He reaches down, slipping his jeans a bit lower on his hips to allow his member to spring free from its confines.

  "Says the one touching himself, right now," Jeremy manages as I wrap my fingers around his length, giving him an experimental squeeze. He moans, a long and loud sound, and I'm surprised no one bursts in the bathroom to see what's going on. It's hard to focus on keeping my hand pumping in a steady rhythm while Jake is touching me so intimately, stroking my inner lips at an agonizingly languid pace. He returns his attention to my clit, and the strokes of my hand become somewhat more sloppy along Jeremy's shaft. For his part, Jeremy doesn't seem to mind the lack of experience too much. He simply ruts against my hand, jerking his hips to thrust against my palm. A small bead of what I can only guess is pre-ejaculate oozes from the tip of Jeremy's length, and he gasps for breath, glancing at his friend with a cocky grin. "How are ya coming along there, Jake?" He asks teasingly, and the dark haired man grumbles softly, jerking at his length more quickly.

  "Just because I have more stamina," Jake manages, renewing his efforts to drive me to the edge. I'm shocked they can even find it in them to speak with the waves of pleasure I'm sure must be washing over them. It's all I can do to mewl helplessly as Jake focuses his attention on my aching nub. He meets my gaze, smiling toothily as he circles his finger around my clit. I cry out, shocking myself with the volume of my voice. Jeremy in turn groans, thrusting more rapidly as I tighten my grip on him. It seems he's growing very near the edge, and I brush the tip of my thumb against the slit on the crown of his member, smearing his precum across his length. Suddenly and abruptly, he thrusts into my hand a final time, crying out my name as strings and strings of his seed spurt against the mirror behind the sinks. Feeling proud of myself, I allow my hand to drop away from him as he grows limp, focusing on the attention I'm receiving. He shuffles to adjust himself, pulling his jeans back up and resting heavily against the bathroom counter. Jake smirks, nudging Jeremy a bit more to the side before ducking his head under my skirt.

  "What are you," I begin, cutting myself off with a desperate moan. His tongue flicks out to meet my sensitive skin, and it's all I can do to keep from rocking against his face. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter so that he can get a better angle. Jeremy watches with obvious interest, though it's equally obvious that he's tuckered out. The only sound I'm able to make out above my cries is the sloppy sound of Jake thoroughly exploring my womanhood with his mouth. He wraps his lips around my clit, sucking loudly and fervently. I tense my hands in his hair, my nails pricking his scalp as I gyrate against him. It's all I can do to keep from shrieking at the intense pleasure, so intense it's almost painful. When I think I can rise no higher, something inside me almost seems to snap and I cry out his name as I come unwound. He continues to lap at me but at a more leisurely pace. I realize he's simply tasting me at this point, and I can't help but quiver. He draws away moments later, and I realize with a start that he's not been taken care of. I reach out to grasp him but our explorations of each other come to a stop when someone walks into the bathroom. We realize with a start that we had forgotten to lock the door. The shock jolts the boys away from me, but I simply shift my skirt back into place before hopping off of the counter. The person who walked in on us doesn't linge
r long enough for me to get a good look at them, but I can only curse the interruption. I grab my bra off the floor, as well as my top, shimmying into both of them.

  "Maybe we can continue this another day," Jake suggests, trying to remain casual in spite of the obvious bulge in his jeans.

  "Maybe," I allow, smirking faintly. Deciding that I've had enough fun for the day, I exchange numbers with Jake, and we make plans to meet up at their dorm later in the week. I know it's a risky move, the sort of behavior my father would definitely frown upon. However, I've never felt as alive as I do when I'm with the two athletes. I know they could have their pick of any girl, and I may be little more than a conquest for them, but as long as we're all having a good time, I don't see any issue with it. I press a kiss to each of their cheeks before slipping out of the bathroom, managing to remain casual in spite of the thought that anyone could guess what we'd been doing in that bathroom. Fortunately, the other patrons of the club seem to pay me little mind as I leave, the novelty of my appearance having worn off.

  With a surge of excitement rushing through me at the idea of seeing the men again, I slip into my car and retouch my makeup before making my way back home. It's late, and my father will likely be furious, but I find myself taking a certain thrill in going against his wishes for once.

  With how good it feels, there could be nothing wrong with that.