Pleasing the Shifter: The Complete Series (BBW Paranormal Bear Shape Shifter Romance) (4 page)

And she might as well go skinny dipping she decided. That would add a little excitement to her night. The thought of some rich guy potentially finding her naked and alone in the hot tub. Oh, I didn’t think anyone would be out here, she imagined herself saying. Then stand up and give him a look at her young, plump breasts. Touch her nipples while she looked at him with her best fuck-me face. Invite him in with her. Your wife doesn’t need to know, she’d tell him, I’m very good at keeping secrets. You’ve never been with a curvy woman? Her pussy tingled at the possibilities.

Outside, the night was cool and she clutched the folded towel she carried tight against her chest. This was a great idea. The hot water would feel perfect on a night like this. She could see people inside talking to each other and was glad she didn’t have to be there. This was way better.

When she turned the corner to the little area where the hot tub was, there was a man in a tuxedo standing next to it with his back to her, looking up at the stars. Her little day dream came back vividly.
 

She cleared her throat and the man turned around.

“Oh.” He looked right at her chest, pausing before returning to her face. “I didn’t think anyone would be out here.”

“That makes two of us. I’m Hope.” She grinned at him. This could get interesting.

“I’m Bill,” the man said, and perhaps thinking the same thing the way he was looking at her. “I’m an associate of Mr. Cartwright.”

“Pleased to meet you Bill.”

He took a drag off the cigar and a large puff of smoke came out.

“How’s the party?” she asked, setting her towel down next to the hot tub and coming closer to him.

“Oh, you know,” he said. “It’s boring as hell.”

“Yeah, I figured.” The man was actually quite attractive. Maybe all rich and powerful people were, she thought. He had a bit of silver in his hair but that was okay. He was like George Clooney–but way, way richer.

“What are you up to?” he said, taking a drink from the glass.

“Not much,” she said. “I thought I’d go for a dip in the hot tub.”

“Yeah, it’s a good night for it,” he said. “The stars are just amazing.” Pointing his cigar up to the sky.

She looked up. “Wow. They really are.”

“Okay,” he said, “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Wait,” she said, grabbing the sleeve of his tuxedo. “Don’t go yet. You haven’t even finished your cigar. And honestly I wouldn’t mind a little company. I’ve been bored out of my mind upstairs in my room all by myself.”

“Yeah? Well, okay. I can hang out for a bit I guess. At least until I finish this.” He held the cigar up.

“Do those things taste good?” she asked. “I’ve never tried it before.” Just a white lie.

“It’s not too bad. This one’s from Cuba.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

He chuckled. “Well, strictly speaking, yes. Are you going to turn me in?”

“You’re a naughty boy,” she said. “But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” Getting into it now, feeling confident flirting with him.

“Thank you,” he said smiling. “I wouldn’t want to end up in jail.” He took another sip from his drink, the ice clinking against the glass as he looked at her over the rim.

“Well,” she said, putting her hand on his chest. “You don’t have to worry about that with me because I’m legal… barely.”

He coughed, losing some of his drink down his chin, and took a step back from her.

“Relax,” she said, laughing. “I’m just messing with you.”

He laughed with her. “You got me,” he said. “That was good.”

“Do you think I could try your cigar?” she asked.

“If you want.”

She stepped towards him again, so close that her breasts pressed against his arm and she held her hand up, thumb and index finger out like she was going to smoke a joint.

He put the cigar in her hand. “Don’t inhale it, okay?”

“So,” she said, biting her lip and looking into his eyes. “I just put my mouth on it and suck?”

He smiled and put his arm around her back now. “You got it.”

Opening her mouth into a circle as if she were ready for a cock, she brought the cigar to her lips. It was wet with his saliva, and bitter as she touched the tip of her tongue to it. She sucked in hard, the hot smoke filling her mouth, then suddenly it was burning her lungs and she was coughing uncontrollably.

Bill laughed but kept his arm around her, patting her back as she doubled over, trying to stop coughing. “Are you okay? I told you not to inhale.”

She came back up and motioned for his drink, taking it from him, swallowing a big gulp of the cold amber liquid. It was strong and tingled her throat. She stopped coughing now and gave him the cigar back but kept his drink, taking another sip.

“Sorry,” she said. “I guess I wasn’t ready for that.” She pressed her body against him again, her breasts against his chest.

He squeezed her to him. “Are you cold?”

“A little.”

“Here take my jacket,” he said.

She waited for him to take it off and try to put it around her before she said, “No, I think I’ll just get in the hot tub. The water will feel perfect right now.”

“Okay, suit yourself. Are you going to drink all my whiskey too?” He smiled.

“If you’ll let me.” She grinned back at him and he laughed.

“Go ahead,” he said. “I’ve never been one to stop someone else from having a good time.”

“Good,” she said, starting to the feel the alcohol. “You know, I completely forgot my bathing suit.”

“Oh yeah? Now why did I have a feeling you were going to say that?”

“You don’t mind do you, Bill?”

He looked around then said, “Be my guest.”

“Hold my drink?” She held the glass out to him then pulled her shirt up over her head so that she was standing next to him in her bra and shorts. “Let me try that cigar again,” she said, putting her breasts on him.

He looked down at her, the easy smile fading as he looked at her cleavage.

This time she didn’t cough as she blew the large white cloud of smoke up into the night. She handed him the cigar back then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, slipping the straps down over her arms before letting it fall to the ground at his feet.

He wasn’t even trying to pretend to not stare at her bare breasts.

Her nipples hardened in the cool air and she felt her pussy getting wet as this rich and powerful man stood captivated by her young body. She turned her back to him and sauntered over to the tub, letting her hips sway back and forth, drawing him in with her ass, loving the attention. Next to the edge, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties, then very slowly she bent over at the waist and pulled them down, giving him a full view of her shaved pussy and thick thighs, pausing to make sure he got a good look, before stepping out of her shorts and jumping into the hot water, immersing her naked body in it.

“Oh my god, Bill,” she said. “It feels amazing.”

“Oh yeah?” He walked over to the edge, looking down at her, taking another puff off his cigar, still confident as ever. That’s what she liked about men like Ethan; they were always calm under pressure.

She could clearly see the outline of his hardening cock in his pants. “Why don’t you get in with me?”

He laughed. “I don’t think so. My wife would kill me.”

“Oh, Bill,” she said, “Live a little. I won’t tell if you won’t. And I already told you, I’m very good at keeping secrets.”

“You’re trouble, you know that?”

She came over to the edge where he was. Kneeled on the step in front of him, her face level with his cock, water dripping off her breasts. This was too much fun. She bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him, eyes wide open. “Come on Bill,” she said. “I can see you’re excited.” Looking at his cock. “Why don’t you let me take care of that for you? Just slip it out of your pants. Put it in my tight little mouth.”

He took a deep breath and pushed it out through his nose, looking around again.

“Nobody’s going to come back here, Bill. Trust me.”

He looked at her again, taking another sip from his drink.

She took his lack of an answer as a yes and slowly reached her hands out, expecting him to back away.

But he didn’t. He stayed right there looking at her. Daring her to do it.

Her wet fingers found his zipper and she slowly pulled it down, then reached her hand–shaking ever so slightly–into his pants and found his hard cock. Her pussy quivered as she felt his girth under her palm. She sighed, knowing she was about to get what she’d wanted for some time. A powerful man of her own.

Then it all came crashing down.

“What the hell is this?” Ethan’s powerful voice came from behind Bill.

She ripped her hand from Bill’s pants and crashed back into the water.

Bill whirled around to face
 
Ethan, the two billionaires staring at each other.

Ethan’s lip curled up into a snarl, which gave way to a low, guttural growl.

Bill responded by growling back, his hands up, fingers curled almost like claws, and the two looked ready to fight.

Ethan said, “She’s mine.”

“She’s your mate?”

“I didn’t say that. I said she’s mine,” Ethan said.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Hope said. The two looked ready to scratch each other’s eyes out and she didn’t like it.

Ethan looked at there and yelled for her to be quiet. That small lapse in attention to Bill was enough of an opening for the other to pounce. Bill jumped on Ethan so fast it was like a blur and then the two men were on the ground, rolling around.

And she absolutely couldn’t believe what happened next. Right before her eyes the two men turned to bears. They’re two massive bodies lumbered against each other as each fought for dominance, clawing and snapping their jaws at the other, spit flying everywhere.

Hope let out a scream so loud she thought it might burst her own ear drums. The two bears stopped struggling and then immediately changed back into their human forms.

They stood up and Bill said, “Why are we fighting? This is silly.”

“You’re right,” Ethan said. He turned to Hope. “What the hell are you thinking? Were you trying to seduce him? After what I told you the other day?”
 

“Ethan,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest, feeling self-conscious now in front of them. “We weren’t doing anything.”

Bill laughed.

Ethan glared at her, hands on his hips.

“I just wanted to take a dip in the hot tub,” she said.

“Naked?” Ethan said.

She looked down, unable to meet his cold stare any longer. Wanted to sink under the water and hold her breath until they left or she passed out.

“And,” Bill said, a wide grin on his face, “not only did she get naked in front of me. She was about to suck my cock. Weren’t you?”

“That’s a lie!” she screamed, not believing he’d told on her. Besides, he was just as guilty as she was. Well, two could play this game. “He came onto me, Ethan.” Working herself up to start crying. “He cornered me, made me get naked. Said he was going to rape me if I didn’t do what he told me.” The tears started to run down her cheeks. Your move, asshole.

The grin left Bill’s face.

Ethan turned to Bill, saying “Is that true?”

Glaring at her hard, Bill shook his head slowly. “Careful, little girl,” he said. “If you want to play with the men, you better make sure you know the rules first.”

Then Ethan took his arm and the two men turned their backs to her. They put their heads together, speaking in voices so low she couldn’t hear.

“Mr. Cartwright!” she said, feeling like she was losing what little grip she had on the situation.

He whirled around and held is finger up. “Quiet!” His steel blue eyes cut into her, waiting to make sure she followed his order before turning back to talk with Bill.

She sunk down in the hot water, her nose barely above the surface. Steam rose all around her as she watched the two men talking. What could they possibly be talking about for so long? The way Bill had reacted when Ethan caught them–calm, almost jovial–surprised her. It was like it was an every-day occurrence for him.

Finally, they turned back to her and she stood up in the water, exposing her breasts to them, determined to not let them get the upper hand on her.

Ethan said, “I think it’s time for you to learn some discipline.”

“What?” she said, hearing her whining voice but unable to do anything else, “I didn’t do anything. I told you he said he was going to rape me.”

“Is that really the story you want to stick to?” he said.

“It’s not a story,” she said, but more quietly this time, losing her conviction now. She looked down at the water.

“Well, if that’s the way you want to go we can call the police right now. They can be here within ten minutes. They’ll arrest Bill and you’ll go down to the station with them to give your statement. Is that what you want?”

She wiped the tears from her cheek, trying to figure a way out of this. Getting the police involved definitely wasn’t the way. She shook her head.

“I can’t hear you,” he said.

“No,” she said, looking up at them, glaring. “That’s not what I want.”

“Good,” he said. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

Bill was grinning again. He took another puff from his cigar and blew the cloud of smoke towards her.

“First,” Ethan said. “You need to make amends to Bill for accusing him of rape. Do you agree?”

Amends? She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that. She nodded and met Bill’s eyes. “I’m sorry Bill, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He shrugged. “That’s okay. No harm done. I admire your tenacity.” Then he whispered something in Ethan’s ear.

Ethan looked at him for a moment then turned to her. “An apology is a good start, but now you need to finish what you started. I want you to suck Bill’s cock.”

Her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she just heard. Ethan, who had kissed her so passionately then proceeded to ignore her and treat her like a child, was asking her to suck the dick of his business partner. It had to be some kind of trick, or a joke maybe. They were both going to start laughing at her any moment. She looked to Bill’s face, then back to Ethan’s. There was no hint of humor on either man and they just stared back at her, waiting for a response.