Furever: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (7 page)

I just wanted to be left by myself.

The men were persistent, but after talking they could see there was no changing my mind.

“I guess we’ll go ahead and sign the long term lease on the commercial property in California. They have a competing bid and we have to fax the papers in tonight or we’ll lose our option,” Marco said softly.

“Yeah, it will be easier to stay in California than move to Frederick knowing we can’t have you,” Franco gave me a pleading look. “I guess we should head to the airport tonight and catch an early flight tomorrow.”

I hardened my heart. “Maybe you should. I’m just not interested in a long term relationship with the two of you.”

After the men left I nursed my drink. It had been an emotionally draining day. I felt sick to my stomach over what Steve was doing to the residents of the nursing home and at his behavior towards me. And…the thought of Franco and Marco going back to California left a pit in my stomach. But I knew it was for the best.

As I took the last sip of my martini I looked around for Chloe or Kyle to get my check. Chloe was nowhere to be seen, and Kyle was at the end of the bar smoozing it up with a female customer.

After several minutes, I softly called out his name. “Kyle.”

He looked up and I mouthed the words check.

“Sorry about that Alicia,” he said as he walked over to me. “Angie just came in and I…ah got caught up in talking to her. Damn, I wish that girl would go out with me.”

“Well, why won’t she?” Usually I was sharing some of my troubles to Kyle, so it was rare for him to talk about his dating life to me.

“She won’t give me a reason. She is probably still upset over the guy that just dumped her.”

“She’s crazy then. Any girl would be nuts to turn you down.” Kyle was a good looking guy, had a great sense of humor, was nice and made a perfect Howling Martini.

“I guess he was an asshole to her and now she’s sworn off men. Well, you dated him for a while…Steve—Steve Carlson.”

“Are you kidding me? What did you say her name was again?”

“Angie—it’s short for Angel Sue. And she is an angel, just look at her. She’s gorgeous and sweet.” Kyle flicked his eyes over in Angel Sue’s direction. I could see the desire in his gaze and something more. It wasn’t just lust—he seemed to truly care about her. I couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t give a nice, sexy guy like him the time of day. But then, maybe her breakup with Steve was too fresh.

I looked over at Angel Sue again. If there was any doubt about her being in the hospital because of an accident, there wasn’t now. The curvy brunette woman looked perfectly healthy sitting on a bar stool drinking a beer.

“I think I’ll have a club soda, Kyle. Just add it to my tab.”

“The two guys you were with, Franco and Marco, I believe that is what they said their names were, already paid for you. They both seem crazy about you,” he looked at me quizzically. “Are you seeing
both
of them?”

No, I wasn’t exactly seeing them. I’d only just had the hottest sex on the planet with the two of them, no strings attached. But was Kyle judging me?

“I...I don’t want to talk about them right now.”

“I didn’t want to seem nosey,” Kyle said, “I just think it’s cool that you would be with two men. You have the biggest heart. I could really see it working for all of you.” He gave me a probing look.

I ignored his quizzical gaze. “It was nice of them to take care of the tab. Can you deliver my drink down there?” I pointed to a spot near Angel Sue. “I want to talk to her.”

As I walked to where Angel Sue was sitting I composed my thoughts. What exactly should I say to her? But when I sat down, she smiled and I immediately felt comfortable.

“I…I’m sorry to bother you. I’m Alicia Morgan. I used to date Steve Carlson. So, you’re Angel Sue?”

“Oh,” her brow furrowed as she stuck her hand out. “Yes, but almost everyone calls me Angie…except for my mother and Steve Carlson. Umm are you...” she looked at my face. “Ok, for a minute there I thought you might be some ex-girlfriend out for blood, but you don’t look like some crazed fanatic.”

I laughed. “Not hardly, but I heard you had dated Steve and the two of you just broke up.” Should I say anymore? I couldn’t help myself, the words just tumbled out. “…and, I just wanted to tell you, in case you don’t already know, he’s a jerk. You’re better off without him.”

“Haha, no kidding. At first I thought he was a dreamboat but then I realized he was on a one-way cruise of his own. The guy is a nut bag. He even had the fucking nerve to brand me.” Angel Sue pulled the collar of her shirt down over her shoulder. There was a very airy tattoo of a pair of angel wings, and right above the tat, I could see the distinct bite marks of Steve Carlson. They were easy to recognize, I had the exact same marks on my own neck. “He’s such a pig.”

“Yeah unfortunately, he branded me also,” I said as I reached for my drink.

“He really pulled one over on me. He swept me off my feet. He told me we were going to get married and have werepups. And I fell, hook, line and sinker,” Angie shook her head. “What a bull shitter. He left me on the floor right after he bit me.  I think he gets off on pushing pain.”

I shook my head. I guess I was not the only one that had fallen for his façade. “He told me the same thing. He probably has a string of girls he’s promised love, a little house with a white picket fence, and the moon too. But really he just wants to get his rocks off when he bites them.”

Angie sighed. “I know…he sucks big time.”

“Tell me, have you ever been in an auto accident?” I asked.

“Yeah, I plowed into the back of my brother’s car in the driveway once.”

I shook my head. “I mean recently. Were you in an auto accident with a tractor trailer in Thurmont or anywhere else within the past year?”

“…um, no? Why do you ask?”

“Well, Steve introduced you to the residents at Werewolf Haven, and…”

“Yes, he did. How do you know that?”

“Because later he told my Nana and the other residents that you had been in an accident. He collected money to pay for your medical treatment and hospital stay.”

“Are you kidding me? That shit!” Angie looked like she would have bitch slapped Steve if he’d been in the room. “He’s a scumbag.”

“He’s been reported to the police.”

“Thank God! What a horrible thing to do to those sweet older people.”

Kyle sidled over and asked us if we wanted another drink. The entire time his eyes were on Angie, but she just brushed him off. After he left, I turned to Angie.

“He really likes you. It would be a shame if you didn’t go out with him because of what Steve Carlson did to you.”

“Why do you think I wouldn’t go out with him because of Steve?” Angie asked quizzically.

“Well, he’s a hot, single, sexy, smart guy…why wouldn’t you go out with him? Just because Steve is a jerk doesn’t mean all men are.”

I bit my lip as I said it. Here I was, telling Angie to go out with Kyle and give him a chance, but I had turned my back on Franco and Marco, lumping them in with Steve Carlson and the rest of the losers I’d dated.

“Let me tell you something, Alicia. Steve Carlson fucked me over
once
. He lied to me, treated me like shit, and more. I’m not sure why I put up with his crap. And then he pulled the grand finale…he begged me to let him bite me.”

I nodded. That sounded oh too familiar.

“You can bet your ass that he is not fucking with me anymore. No way is he fucking me over
twice
. He is not preventing me from finding and falling in love. And if I don’t date men because of Steve, essentially he’s fucking me again—not gonna happen!”

“Yeah, makes sense.” And it did. Listening to her talk, I realized I was letting Steve and the other losers I’d dated fuck me over twice by being afraid to take a chance on love again.

“I went out with Kyle to a party some years ago and he just spent more time with his buddies than talking to me...”

“Oh…I hadn’t realized you’d dated before.”

“Yep, and I will probably go out with Kyle again. I just want to make sure he’s got his head straight this time. Like I said, what Steve Carlson did to me was very wrong. But I’m not going to let him win by giving up on love. There’s a man out there for me; maybe it’s Kyle, maybe it’s not, but I will find him.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said. Talking to Angie was setting off sparks in my brain.

“I have to get going, I have an early day tomorrow, but let me give you my number. You can give it to the police. If he goes to court over his lies I will be happy to testify.” Angie shared her number and I tapped it into my phone.

After Angie left I finished my club soda and thought about what she had said. Something had clicked in my brain when I talked to her. I realized that I couldn’t forget the past relationships I’d had that had gone sour. And I knew I would never forgive Steve Carlson for what he had done and for the way he had treated me. But, I realized, I could stop letting their actions ruin my life.

I realized I’d wasted hours of time reflecting on the pain they had caused me and how my life would never be filled with love, instead of doing something about it. I wasn’t sure what I was more upset about, Steve and the other losers, or the way I had closed myself off. But I knew what I had to do!

“Can you tell me which unit Marco London and Franco Nola are staying in?” I asked the desk clerk at Beelines. I was slightly out of breath from running from my car to the lobby. As soon as I’d realized how much I would be missing out by not giving Marco and Franco a chance I’d rushed from the Bite Me Bar to find them.

The clerk scratched his head. “I’m sorry, but it’s against our policy to give out that information.”

Damn! I tried to think quickly. Was I going to have to bang on every unit looking for them? Then I remembered that Franco had put his number on my phone. Relieved, I pulled the phone from my bag. I could only hope they hadn’t faxed back the signed lease documents on the place in California.

I tapped my foot nervously as I pressed on Franco’s number. Please still be here. Please don’t have signed the documents. The phone rang a few times before Franco picked up.

“Hello?” he said, his voice a soft growl.

“Hey,” I said softly. “I…I made a mistake. Will you please come get me? I’m at your motel…Beelines—at the front desk.”

“You’re right in front of us,” Franco said.

The voice sounded so close. “Huh?” I twirled around.

There they were, my two delicious boys. I rushed to Marco and Franco and grabbed them both, throwing myself in their arms.  After hugging for a few minutes, we left the lobby and walked to their unit.

“How did you know I was here?”

“We marked you with our scent the night we made love to you.”

“But, Steve Carlson had already marked me?”

“Steve wasn’t offering real, genuine love, the kind we have for you. Steve’s scent was weak. It didn’t bother us in the least. We know we can give you the deep, forever kind of love that you need and deserve.”

“I’m so sorry for not opening my heart to you both. Will you forgive me?”

“There is nothing for us to forgive.” Marco said. “You were hurt and you were afraid. And we are here now to take those fears away and love you for a lifetime.” He squeezed me a little tighter.

Marco and Franco, they both had a way of making me feel so warm and secure. But there was the matter of the commercial property in California. It committed them to that area for five years. “Did you send in the lease on the place in California?” I nervously twisted a tendril of hair. I could only hope they hadn’t.

“No. We talked it over. We knew how much you had been hurt in the past from some of the things you said. We knew you needed time. We felt so strongly that you are the right woman for us that we decided we would stay here and keep trying to change your mind,” Marco said.

“And,” Franco added gruffly, “if you didn’t change your mind we would make sure the lucky man you decided on was really going to love you for a lifetime or he would have to deal with us.” He flexed a muscle and made a sinister look.

The gruff way he said the sweet words and his facial expression made me smile.

“We have already told the agent the lease in California is a no go and we will be looking at property to rent in the Frederick area this week. We’ve already seen a few that will work well for us,” Marco said.

“That’s awesome!”

“And we have some really good news.” Franco smiled broadly. “Since Steve Carlson is in such deep shit, it looks like Mrs. Fellowes will be back in charge as the director of Werewolf Haven.”

“Really, that’s fantastic! How did that happen?”

“Right before you came we got a call from the police. They picked up Steve Carlson earlier this evening for questioning and he confessed everything. Turns out he had been using Werewolf Haven as his personal piggy bank—putting the money designated for construction into his own pocket, using donations earmarked for Angel Sue as petty cash, and more. They have a full, signed confession.” Marco said.

Then Franco chimed in, “One of the police officers called a member of the board of directors at Werewolf Haven, Ned Olson, and filled him in on what was going on. He is planning to call an emergency meeting and see to it that Mrs. Fellowes is reinstated to her position as director of the facility.”

“I am going to talk to members of the board and make sure something like this never happens again,” I said firmly. “If they ever try to bring someone in to undercut costs and the quality of life there, I will see to it that every media outlet is alerted and they are held accountable.”

“From what the officer said, it sounds like the board wasn’t aware that Steve had crossed the line.” Marco pursed his lips as he continued. “Ned Olson said they want the best for the residents, but needed to keep expenses in tow. Steve just took it too far.”

“Olson said in future, they will hold community fund raisers and look for other ways to raise monies that will not impact the residents. They are also going to see to it that the residents get back every dime of the money they donated for Angel Sue’s supposed accident. And Steve’s condo and other assets will be garnished.”

“I bet his apartment is worth a lot. He has a fancy condo overlooking the park. Just selling that will go a long way towards getting the funds to repay the residents.” What a jerk. What he had done was lower than low.

“Well, I don’t think he will be needing his condo, not now, or anytime soon. It looks like he will be spending some quality time in jail,” Franco laughed. “Not to sound nasty, but I’ve heard the food is always cold at the prison.”

Marco chuckled. “And it doesn’t taste good, even when it’s hot!”

“You two are
so
bad!” I said, squeezing their burly bodies as Franco stopped in front of the motel door.

As he slid the card in the door to open their unit, he pressed me to him. We have marked you with our scent and tonight we will brand you as ours, if that is what you desire.”

I shivered in anticipation at Franco’s words. I’d tried not to think too hard about the passionate sex I’d had with them earlier because I didn’t want to get emotionally tangled…but now I was starting to realize that these two were my life partners, my forever men. And tonight I wanted, longed, to be branded by them.

The room at Beelines consisted of a small alley kitchen, sitting area, and a bedroom with two double beds. Franco and Marco wasted no time. They each grabbed one of my hands and let me into the bedroom.

“We hope you are ready to accept our love, physically
and
emotionally.” Marco said.

I nodded. I could hardly speak.

The men slowly and lovingly stripped me. Waves of pleasure rolled through me as I saw the lust in their eyes when they took off each piece of my clothing. First, they pulled my shirt over my head, then they took my jeans off. In seconds, I was standing in front of them in my red, lacy bra and panty set. I shivered as Franco unhooked my bra. Then he reached around my front, pulling down each cup slowly, and massaged the breast underneath. He slid the straps off my shoulders and nuzzled my neck. His warm kisses floated along my skin and I could feel tiny goose bumps forming across my flesh. As he kissed my neck, Marco slid my panties down my thighs, taking time to feel every inch of skin along the way.

I grabbed a blanket off one of the two double beds and started to hold it up in front of me. I wanted to cover up any flaws.

“No, don’t,” Marco said gently, pulling the blanket away. “Let us see your beautiful body.”

“I…I…” My words were caught in my throat. I felt so exposed—so very naked under their gaze. They could see every ounce of cellulite, every wrinkle, every bit of flab. Yet the way they were looking at me, I didn’t see judgment, I saw only a needy hunger and desire in their eyes.

“Do you see what you do to us?” Franco asked softly, the gold in his blue eyes glinting in the light. His eyes were so intense, yet warm and inviting. I could feel myself getting lost in them as I looked back at him.

I broke free from his gaze and glanced over at Marco. He was smiling as he unconsciously licked his lower lip. That gorgeous, dimpled grin of his was sending a message of unbridled lust.

They wanted me—me, Alicia Morgan, just as I was.

“Let us show you how much we want you,” Franco said.

The two men pulled off their shirts and jeans as I marveled at their powerful physiques. Their muscular chests gleamed lightly and came to a perfect V where their boxers were. My eyes grew wider as they tugged them off. I had seen their erections before, but it still amazed me how enormous their cocks were.

“This is what you do to us. You make us fucking rock hard,” Marco grinned sexily, his dimples flashing.

He pulled me towards him and cupped my chin, staring into my eyes. “Do we make you wet?”

I nodded. Oh yeah they did. I was dripping.

“Good. We want you sopping and ready for us all the time.” He pulled my mouth towards his and licked my lips, his probing tongue finding mine.

“I can smell your arousal,” Franco said as he came up from behind and ran soft butterfly kisses along the back of my neck. He put his big hands on my breasts and started to squeeze them, kneading the nipples between his fingers. “It makes my cock even harder.”

“Mmmm, that feels so good,” I moaned as he massaged my tender breast tissue. I was the filling in a sandwich. And oh, what a delicious sandwich it was. Marco was in front tangling his tongue with mine, and Franco was in the back, his hands reaching around to play with my breasts. He pushed me gently into him, my backside close to his chest and penis.

“You’re the one that feels good,” Franco murmured. “I just love kissing and feeling you next to me.” Franco groaned with pleasure as he moved his hands away from my breasts and down my back, following the curve of my waist. “Your hips fit in my hands perfectly.” He pressed me even tighter against him. “And your ass; God your ass is perfect. You were made for us, woman.”  He moved his big hands to my butt, squeezing and pinching the flesh. “I can’t wait to put my cock between those beautiful cheeks you have and fuck that amazing ass of yours.”

I arched my neck as Marco moved his lips down to my nipples. They puckered up quickly under his wet saliva. He tickled the tips, teasing them with his tongue, then kissed the entire breast, running his mouth in circles and driving me wild with pleasure.

Franco ran his hands along my thighs, firmly gripping the sides. “I need to taste your gorgeous butt.” Kneeling on the floor he grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them. I could feel his hot breath as his lips and tongue drew circles on my ass cheeks. He lightly bit my cheeks as he pawed them. Then, his hands moved to my hips to steady them as he moved his mouth and tongue around my cheeks in wide circles. I trembled as his circles grew smaller and smaller, and then he took a long, lingering lick of my crack. He worked his tongue up and down the crack, probing it. It was a totally new sensation and I felt my muscles tighten a little.

He pulled his mouth away for a moment. “Relax, baby. Just relax into it. I’m going to lick and fuck your ass.”

A flush of desire surged through me. I had never had anal sex before, but the thought of my delicious Franco plunging his giant cock inside my butt made me nervous and excited me at the same time.

He plunged his tongue deep into my crack and the feel of his wet tongue lapping me as he explored that inner cavity was so intimate and pleasurable. I pushed my butt out a little more so I could get the full benefit of every little lick.

“Does my tongue feel good on your crack?”

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Um… I…”

“Don’t be shy. Tell me you want me to fuck your asshole,” Franco insisted as he continued to explore every inch of my crack with his tongue.

“Yes, yes, please, fuck my ass,” I moaned.

My pussy was aching with desire from having my asshole licked by Franco and my titties sucked by Marco. As if he had read my mind, Marco slid his tongue away from my tits and swirled it down my body. He slowed to dip the tip in my belly button, and then moved on down to my pussy.

I could barely breathe when he got to my pussy, but then he stopped.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m just admiring you, Alicia. You’re so beautiful.”

I was so exposed with his face inches from my folds, but I didn’t care. “Suck me, Marco, suck my pussy.” I wanted his tongue lapping me so bad. I pushed myself harder against him, pressing my pussy into his face.

“Lick me!”

“Oh yeah baby, I’m gonna eat you up.” Marco made a long pass with his tongue, slurping from end to end of my slit. “You taste so good.” His tongue found my clit and nibbled it, pulling the bud in his mouth.

Pleasure wracked through my body as the two men worked their magical tongues and hands. Their licks on my pussy and anus were driving me wild with desire. The thought of them both penetrating me from the front and the back with their massive cocks at the same time had my body tingling in anticipation.

Franco reached from behind me to grab a little bottle of petroleum jelly from the night table. “I use this on my lips every night—but I think it will work well for your sweet ass too,” he pulled the jar behind me. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as I heard him unscrew the jar top. I knew what was coming next.