Jungle Fever (Bayside Tigers #6) (2 page)

The last thing Elsa needed was some insanely hot stripper watching her try on her wedding dress. Elsa pinched Caroline's shoulder.

"
Ow!
Well, I would. All James ever does is make you feel like shit. If I were in your shoes, I'd screw Micah in heartbeat. Dude looks like he can really get down..." Caroline said and shrugged.

Elsa cupped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing too loud. Of course, Elsa would never sleep with him. Not that she wasn't tempted. But she loved what she had with James and she wasn't about to just throw that away.

"I'm telling you, Elsa. If you don't hit that...you're going to regret it..."

"He's just hired to be my artist not my gigolo," Elsa giggled.

Caroline cocked her head to one side. "
Wake up, Elsa
. The only reason he accepted the job, is because he wanted to be closer to you, DUH!"

Closer to me?
Elsa thought.
He can’t possibly have a crush can he?

"Anyways, I better head out of her or I'll be late," Elsa said gathering her things.

*

E
lsa's flat sandals clacked against the street as she hurried through a cobblestone alleyway. She fixed her gaze on her watch, and noticed that she was almost late to her dress fitting appointment. Even though it was the daytime, dark shadows loomed in the alleyway. Elsa clutched her purse under her arm as she paced towards the other side.

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking alone..." A man grunted from the shadows.

Elsa only ignored the voice and just sped up her steps.

"Hey, bitch! You need to stop when I'm talking to you," the creepy man hollered.

Elsa ran before the stranger knocked her on the ground.

"Please—
here
, take my purse," Elsa offered, her entire body trembling.

The mugger palmed Elsa's face and looked directly in her eyes.

"That's not all I want..."

Suddenly, a swift white blur sprang out of nowhere, knocking the mugger to the ground. Elsa also scrambled to her feet and pressed her back against the wall. The vicious looking tiger with blue-gold eyes and snowy fur trailed after her.

What the hell is a tiger doing on the middle of an island?
Elsa thought too afraid to make any sudden moves. The beast bared its ferocious fangs at Elsa. Elsa turned her head to avoid looking into its firey eyes.

"You okay?" a familiar voice asked.

Elsa turned, nearly snorting when she saw Micah standing there completely naked in front of her. Micah's sturdy chest heaved while trying to catch his breath.

"
Wha?
You're a...a tiger!" Elsa garbled.

M
icah's powerfully built body moved ever closer to Elsa.

"It's best not to walk alone on the island, lots of thugs are always looking to get easy tourist dollars... Sorry about that?" Micah tried to console her.

But Elsa couldn't help but be mesmerized by the look of his nicely cut body.

"What's this whole tiger thing about? I mean, that doesn't make any sense..." She finally found the words to say.

Micah picked up his ripped shirt from the sandy ground. "I'm a shifter. I can transform into a weretiger. Most of the people who live here in Bayside are shifters hiding in plain sight."

"Why are you naked?" she squinted.

"Our clothes rips to shreds when we shift," Micah shrugged and said.

Elsa glanced down at her watch again. She'd was to late to make the dress fitting.

It didn't matter anyway as she was too shocked over a wild tiger saving her life.

"Well, maybe you can come back with me to my place. You can just stay over a couple of hours to catch your breath," Micah said.

Honestly, Elsa just wanted to go anywhere. It didn't matter where.

*

T
he first thing Elsa noticed was all of the art hanging on every inch of Micah's walls. Pieces of art even hung from strings near the ceiling. Beautiful charcoal drawn sketches even lined his table. He lived in a bungalow with large open windows right next to the beach.

"God, with all of this talent, why don't you just quit stripping and just be a legit artist?" Elsa asked picking up a sketch.

"Trust me, I've been trying. But I can't get a loan to open up a gallery. So, I got into stripping. You tourists get to see only the good parts of Bayside...it's whole another reality for those of us who've lived here all of our lives," Micah grunted.

"So, what do you all day?" She shook her head, genuinely curious.

Micah sauntered out of the bathroom, wearing only his baseball cap and sweatpants.

"Sometimes I surf. Go day drinking with friends on the beach, water skiing..."

To Elsa, Micah had this total fantasy life. A life where he could wake up on a lazy afternoon and do whatever he pleased.

"Where's your shirt?" Elsa asked eyeing Micah's tanned bare chest.

"It's too hot for a shirt," Micah grinned, knowing Elsa couldn't help but look.

"I don't know what I'd do if I could only strip for money. Plus, I'm like a terrible dancer," she grumbled.

"
You're a terrible dancer
?" I don't believe you?" Micah smiled. He walked forward shirtless.

"Everyone knows how to dance, they just need the right teacher," Micah growled, looking lustfully at Elsa as she stared at her shoes.

"No, really. I'm so bad they banned me from dance class in grade school..."

"Sounds like you just need a good teacher.
Get over here
," Micah roared, eyeing Elsa's curves while she slowly moved near him.

"Lesson number one: how to strip tease..."

HOLY CRAP! Elsa knew immediately this was a bad idea.

"
No
, I didn't mean that kind of dancing," Elsa said, fidgeting with her mousy hair.

"Why not?"

Elsa glowered at him. "
You know why
, I'm engaged to be married in a few days."

Micah shrugged. "It's only me and you here? Who else is gonna know?"

Elsa pointed at herself. "
I
would know."

"Just seems like you're marrying a guy who makes you feel horrible about your body..." Micah said.

Elsa rolled her eyes.
Why does everyone think they know James better than me? He only means well.

"Last time, I checked. I’m fat...it's no big secret that I need to lose a few... James criticizes me so I can be better," Elsa shouted, moving further away from Micah.

Micah stopped behind Elsa and held her against the warmth of his chest. "A real man will desire you no matter what. Now, I wanna see
your
moves. Dance for me..."

Elsa started swaying her hips doing a really awkward jig.

"Yeah, that's
pretty
bad. You need to rock your hips like this—" Micah growled shamelessly groping Elsa's hips and grinding her ass into his crotch. Elsa parted her lips, feeling his cock press up against her.

"This is so crazy..." Elsa breathed feeling Micah's hot breath against her ear.

Micah twisted her around. "Sometimes you've gotta be a little bit crazy," He growled with a hungry look in his eyes.

Micah forced his knee between Elsa's curvy thighs, shoving her down onto his couch. He kissed her deeply, taking her into his mouth. Elsa's heart raced knowing she had to stop, but wanting Micah so badly she wouldn’t dare. Micah's smile grew wider.

"I can't wait to stick my tongue inside your cunt," Micah grunted, low and soothing.

He could feel his cock stirring, especially when Elsa tossed her shirt on his floor. Elsa exhaled sharply as he kissed along her neck.

In a heartbeat, Micah groped her thighs, aching to fully taste Elsa's wet mound. A surge of electricity sparked through all of her nerves when Micah pushed down the bottom of her jeans. Then he cocked his head to one side.

"Nice panties..." he growled.

Elsa flinched, realizing she'd been wearing her worst pair.

"Oh, god! I'm so embarrassed..." Elsa gulped.

Micah laughed. "You've got nothing to worry about, I'm only going to rip them off anyway."

Micah ripped the underwear off and tasted Elsa's heat, grinding his tongue deeply inside her. Elsa had never slept with a man so immense and powerful like Micah. Especially a man who knew his way gracefully around a woman's body.

Micah stood fully upright, letting his hand stray towards his zipper. Elsa watched closely as Micah ripped down his zipper and drew his big cock out with reckless abandon.

She widened her eyes.

There's no way that thing is real!

Micah lowered his smooth and hard body on top of hers. Elsa moaned, feeling Micah's cock skim against her clit. Micah pushed his throbbing cock deep inside her trembling pussy. Elsa arched her back and widened her thighs for Micah's deep thrusts. In one swift motion, Micah forced Elsa's legs on his shoulders so he could push himself deeper into her heat.

No other man quite brought out the animal in her, but there was something wild in Micah's eyes that made Elsa totally sex crazed.

"Harder..." Elsa moaned.

Micah worked up a sweat fucking her harder and harder, chasing away any anxiety Elsa had in her mind. Elsa's hips bucked, as her body shuddered against Micah's chest and they both came onto the wet sheets. Sweat dripped off of Micah and onto Elsa's heaving breasts as they both settled down underneath the covers.

Elsa rolled over. She then shifted herself against him, and fell asleep to the sound of Micah's beating heart.

"
Shit!
What have I done?" Elsa cried. It was early evening and she knew James usually liked to meet up for dinner. She tied her hair back, to keep it out of her eyes as she read one of James’ texts.

Meet you at the hotel bar in a few minutes...

—James

"Micah! Wake up!" Micah stirred awake looking down at her with his golden eyes.

"Yeah, what's the matter..." he darkly mumbled.

"I need to get back to the hotel," she whispered, pressing into Micah's chest and rising up from the couch. She couldn't believe that she let her lust get the best of her.

"You won't make it in time. Let me take you," Micah grunted.

Elsa stepped back, eyeing Micah as he slunk off of the couch. A raze of icy white fur grew all over his body and sharp fangs protruded from his drooling mouth. Micah, fully in his tiger form, lumbered towards her.

Elsa couldn't tell from the look in his eyes whether he wanted to eat her alive or whether he meant her no harm.

"Micah?" Elsa squeaked, afraid and trembling, as she put on her clothes.

The tiger brushed against her as if telling her to "get on."

Elsa pawed the tiger's soft fur before straddling the tiger's back. Suddenly the tiger jolted through a large window and roved through the streets.

Is this really happening? Am I really riding on the back of a white tiger?
Elsa tried to wrap her brain around it. Wind blew through her hair and out of the corner of her eye, Elsa could see the sunset on the horizon. Micah dashed through sandy alleyways and dark roads, making a short trip to the resort Elsa was staying at.

When they arrived, Elsa stumbled off of Micah's back. She then hugged Micah around his neck.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

Then she watched as Micah prowled further away until his white furry coat disappeared into the night.

*

E
lsa quickly tried to fix her hair and flatten out the wrinkles in her shirt. James twisted around and widened his eyes when he saw her.

"You're a hard one to find these days!" James remarked, watching Elsa take a seat. "The wedding is just in two days. Tell me...you're not getting cold feet,
are you?
"

Elsa cleared her throat, knowing just hours before she was ruthlessly
fucked
by a sexy weretiger.

She waved her hand. "
Nooo
. Not at all, James. This is what I've always wanted."

But was it what she always wanted?
Even now, he couldn't get her mind off of Micah grinding against her and unhooking her bra. Elsa thought maybe the best way to forget about Micah's hot sensual thrusts, is by having sex with James. She had to do something. Or, she'd go crazy.

Elsa let her hand drift up James' thigh. "Why don't we just skip the drinks and take this up to my room," she purred.

James reclined back in his chair, eyeing Elsa's curves.

"No, I'd rather wait for everything to be perfect on our wedding night..." James whispered and then took a sip from his cocktail.

Elsa tried her hardest not to just roll her eyes. She and James were both in their late thirties, and they've had sex before—so why wait now? Especially, when she needed it the most.

Elsa couldn't stand the thought of having to lie alone in her bed one last time.

"So, why did you want to meet up here tonight?" Elsa sighed, making no attempt to look in James' eyes.

"I just wanted to catch up with my future wife... Is that a crime? Am I boring you?"

GOD! YES!
Elsa screamed in her head.

She flashed a half-hearted smile. "Never."

"Well, I'm going to make a few business calls. You'll be on time for the wedding practice, right?" James asked, lifting his cell phone to his ear.

"Sure," Elsa nodded.

James then scooted off of the barstool and strolled curelessly to the elevator. The bartender swiveled around to Elsa.

"Are you ready to pay for the tab?" he said sternly.

Really, James?
Elsa thought. She looked for her purse, but realized it was gone.

Oh, Crap! I must have left it at Micah's place.
Elsa only had two options. She could either call up Micah. Or, call up Caroline to do her a favor and pay for the drinks.

So, rationally. She called Caroline.

"Hey, Caroline. I kinda need a favor...." Elsa clenched her teeth a little embarrassed.

"Did you drop your cell in the toilet again?"

"No. I lost my purse," Elsa replied.