PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Bear Naked Satisfaction (Fantasy Shapeshifter Alpha Male Romance Book 3) (Contemporary New Adult Billionaire Steamy Romance Short Stories)

by Audrey Storm

  She’d never ridden a motorcycle before, and she climbed onto it with numb legs and a shaky hand. Abel kept the bike steady, and he guided her gently into the place that he’d spread himself to make room for. “Ready?” he asked, his voice muffled from the helmet.

  “Yup,” she called, grabbing onto the handlebars. Abel laughed and patted her hands towards the middle so that he could grip them properly, too.

  Samantha had never liked motorcycles. How Abel had convinced her to ride his she didn’t know, and she had to force herself to stop thinking about the death rates and statistics. “Here we go!” Abel yelled, and with a flick of his wrist the engine roared to life. Samantha jumped, the vibration of the engine making her whole body thrum.

  Knocking the kickstand up, Abel hollered something else, and then they were off.

  Samantha quickly found herself clinging to the bike’s seat with her thighs, feeling oddly like a roller coaster rider without a safety bar. Her only consolation was Abel’s hard chest at her back, and she let gravity push her into him without a care, her reservations thrown out the window as they raced down the street.

  “Lean left!” Abel suddenly yelled.

  “What?” she called. But then the whole bike was falling, and she squeezed her eyes shut, and she allowed her body weight to shift to – of all things – the ground.

  They rode like that for miles, and Samantha would’ve sworn that they’d spent an hour on the road, at least, when the bike’s engine finally hummed down low, and she could open her eyes again.

  “Ta-da!” Abel announced, kicking the stand down as he let the bike sag onto it, parking them. He’d taken her to the city’s lake, just beneath the old oak tree. Perhaps it was just coincidence, but a woolen blanket was sitting a few feet away, right where she used to study during her senior year of college. Abel either didn’t notice her look of confusion or didn’t care, and he proclaimed, “A picnic under the stars!”

  As if Samantha would have let him take her anywhere after dark. “It’s three in the afternoon,” she said, climbing off with a scowl. Abel just laughed, and helped her before getting off himself.

  “Oh, almost forgot,” he snapped his fingers, turning back to the bike. Clicking a button, the seat flew up, and Abel pulled out a small cooler. “Hope you’re hungry,” he held it up.

  Samantha held back an eye roll and walked over to the blanket, crossing her legs as she took a seat. Abel placed the cooler in the center, and dropped to the grass in a heap, his leather pants creaking as he moved.

  “Okay,” he said, counting them off as he pulled them out. “We’ve got bruschetta, French bread, strawberries, watermelon…”

  They were all her favorite snacks. “Abel,” Samantha said, looking up at him. “You’re kind of a stalker, aren’t you?”

  “Sorry, is there something wrong with asking a friend what his sister would like to eat?” he replied innocently.

  “You and James aren’t friends,” she said dryly.

  “Better friends then enemies,” he winked, smiling.

  “So,” she said, watching as he took a paper plate and set to cutting up the bread. “What’s your endgame, in all of this?”

  “What do you mean?” he asked, his eyes on the knife in his hands.

  “You know,” she said. “Me.”

  Abel stopped, and looked up. “I love you,” he said simply. “I want to do whatever you’d like until death takes one of us.”

  That again. Samantha huffed, and crossed her arms. “Abel—”

  “I know,” he said, waving her off as he got back to work. “I’ve heard it all before, in my own head. ‘How could you like someone you haven’t even met?’ ‘You don’t even know her.’” With every word, he was slamming the knife against the bread, yanking the slices off to drop them onto the blanket. “But I do know you,” he said gruffly, taking a plate. He laid out three pieces of bread and put a spoonful of the red bruschetta mixture on each. “I know all about you.”

  “But not from me,” she said, awkwardly accepting the plate.

  “No,” he agreed. “But from someone who knows you just as well as you do.”

  “Yeah?” she asked, tearing into a slice. “And what did James have to say about me? That I’m easily manipulated?” She hadn’t talked to her brother since he’d tried to sell her out to both Wood brothers.

  “That you’re kind,” he said, putting the knife down to pick up the box of strawberries. “That it’s not that you can’t turn away someone in need, it’s that you won’t.” Sighing to himself, Abel shrugged, and said, “The girl that your brother described… Well, I couldn’t help falling in love with her.”

  “I’m not perfect, you know,” she grumbled.

  “Oh, that much I do know,” he grinned. “You’re quiet, when you’re unsure of your situation. And submissive – not at all like the fiery woman that your brother had assured me you were.” Sliding over to Samantha’s side of the blanket, he said, “All this I learned on my own, and I welcome all of it.”

  “Even though I’m not fiery?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Are you kidding?” he asked, bending his head near her ear. “You’re too hot for me to even begin to handle.”

  Samantha tried to ignore the way that Abel’s hot breath puffed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine, but it was impossible. How long had it been since a man had paid her compliments? Since someone had noticed her rather than her body – pudgy and flabby and entirely too gross for someone to deal with.

  And yet, Abel was fit. He was tall and muscular – hell, the man was sexy, especially on that deathtrap of a motorcycle. And, for some reason or another, he wanted her.

  “You know,” Samantha said, turning her head to tell him off, but Abel moved first.

  He kissed her, a light peck on the lips that made her blink. His blue eyes had her in a trap, and she didn’t move away, something he seemed to take as a good sign. He kissed her again, a deep, hungry kiss that nipped at her bottom lip.

  Samantha had never been kissed, not like that.

  She wasn’t sure what to do, and so she just sat there, her heart jumping into her throat while her brain fizzled out on what the next plan of action should be. Luckily, Abel seemed to know what he was doing, and he quickly noticed her distress.

  “Open your mouth,” he breathed.

  “What?” she whispered against him, and she felt the slide of his calloused fingers running up the side of her chin.

  “Good,” he grinned, taking advantage of her slack lips to run the tip of his tongue over her lip and push inside. He was all sharp angles and big, beautiful eyes, and she couldn’t stop the way that her heart was hammering for her to just let it happen.

  But they were in public.

  Outside.

  “Stop,” she said, pulling away to cover his mouth with her hand. At his raised eyebrows, she panted, “Not here.”

  His penthouse was as charming as ever. At least, Samantha assumed it was – she and Abel had been making out since they’d boarded his private elevator to really notice when the thing dinged and dropped them off. It was an odd sort of dance they did, to get to the bedroom. Samantha laughed when her knees hit the bed, and she let herself fall onto it, spreading out her arms as she bounced.

  Part of her had hoped that she’d lose interest by the time that he drove her back to the city. It wasn’t a long drive, but the adrenaline and overall unpleasantness of riding on his motorbike should’ve at least dulled some of her desire.

  She would’ve never guessed that it’d do the opposite instead.

  “Samantha,” Abel moaned, his hands popping her shirt buttons as he freed her breasts. They were still in their bra, a black lacy thing that she’d chosen to inspire confidence, and he seized them, palming and rubbing her hardened nipples.

  “Abel,” she mocked dryly, rubbing a knee between his legs. That just made him moan louder, and he ripped her bra upwards, literally dropping her breasts free. As a larger woman, she’
d always had double D’s, and while she’d been told that it was something that she should be grateful for, she’d never really understood until now. Abel was like a man possessed, kneading and pinching and biting and licking. It was too much, and she accidentally whined, which only drove Abel on further.

  “God, your tits,” he breathed, forcing himself to move away. Samantha wondered why, until she felt hands at her pants.

  She didn’t protest as he worked them off, and she even tried to help him with his own. With a kick of their respective pants to the floor, Abel took a new position, and she quickly realized why.

  Fingers, two of them, were at her entrance, rubbing and sliding over her folds. With his blue eyes on hers, he popped one inside, and she gasped, throwing her head back at the feel of the strange, fat finger working in and out of her.

  “Oh, if you like that then you’re going to love what comes next,” he promised, and he added another.

  It wasn’t until he got to three that Samantha had finally had it and she yanked him down by his shirt collar, demanding, “You’d better hurry up and fuck me before I just take care of it myself.”

  That got him moving, and with a push under her knees and her hands in his hair, he finally gave her what she’d been craving.

  She came faster than she’d ever done before, and her whole vagina clenched down, squeezing and milking for all that it was worth as she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Her whole body was shaking, even after it was over, but the thrusts that Abel kept pumping into her only rocked her body more.

  “Abel,” she cried, sensitive and spent.

  “I’m cumming,” he promised. “I’m—!”

  He came with his face in her neck, his biceps bulging as his whole body tensed. Samantha waited a moment before she shoved him off and, finally, he slipped out. Her body was still trembling, and she closed her legs in an effort to make it stop.

  “So,” Abel panted. “Uh, wanna go out again some time?”

  Samantha glanced at him. “What?” she said faintly. “Like, a second date?”

  “Yeah,” he nodded, swallowing.

  Samantha grinned to herself. “Why not,” she shrugged. It wasn’t a question.

  THE END

  The Touch of a Soldier

  The Touch of a Soldier

  Aaron was twenty when he was deployed to fight against the Nazis. He was engaged to his high school sweetheart, and ready to start his life. He never thought he would have to go to war.

  Aaron grew up in a small town in the middle of the United States. He lived what most would call a normal life. He grew up with both parents—his father owned an auto shop, and his mother stayed at home and took care of the children. His father always made sure that the lawn was mowed and that the bills were paid on time, and his mother kept the house neat and tidy. Nothing exciting or out of the ordinary happened in Aaron’s life until the day he was flying over Germany.

  He had been sent to strike the Nazis from the air, but the Nazis were not to be caught off guard. As Aaron watched the missile approach his plane he quickly ejected, only to see his plane explode mere seconds later. Aaron was hit by several large chunks of hot metal and was knocked unconscious, but was lucky enough that his parachute was still intact and able to safely bring him to the ground.

  Searches went out immediately, and after only a few hours, Aaron was found lying on the ground outside of one of the local military bases, still unconscious. He was quickly transported to a field hospital where his injuries would be treated.

  Paula was one of the nurses that worked at the field hospital. She was young, barely twenty, and had very little training in the medical field, but nurses for the soldiers were in short supply and she was more than happy to do whatever she could to help them.

  Paula had grown up much differently than Aaron. Her parents had both died when she was very young and, having no one to take her, she grew up in an orphanage. When Paula had the opportunity to help the soldiers and receive training to be a nurse, she jumped at the chance. She knew that it might be her only opportunity in life to make a difference and to matter to anyone.

  Each day, Paula knew that the soldiers' lives were in her hands and that each of them were grateful for her taking care of them. It was the closest thing that Paula had ever experienced to a real family. It was also the closest thing she had experienced to love.

  That was until Aaron was rushed into the field hospital. As the soldier was brought in, she saw nothing but a bloody mess over an unconscious young man. The doctors quickly performed surgery, removing all of the metal from his body and stitching him up before he was moved to an area of the field hospital where he would be under constant observation.

  Paula stood at the end of Aaron’s bed, looking down at his broken and bruised body. It was the first time she had seen a man in that condition. When she had first started serving as a nurse, she was in charge of taking care of minor issues—cuts, scrapes, and sick soldiers that did not need long-term treatment. The worst thing she had seen was a soldier that needed a few stitches; but things were getting worse and the Nazis were causing increasingly severe injuries.

  As Paula looked down at Aaron, she thought of the time before she had become a nurse. The US had stayed out of the war for as long as possible. To her it felt as if the war really wasn’t real. She could not believe that the things that she heard about were actually happening. As she looked down at Aaron, it became all too real to her that people really were dying and there really was a war going on.

  Even after she had been stationed in the field hospital, it had not registered just how bad things had gotten. The soldiers seemed as if their spirits were high and she had gotten to know a few of them. They had told her about their lives back home and talked about how the Nazis were advancing through Europe, but never had she seen any of them doubt that they would win. The broken body before her made her wonder if things really would get better.

  Most of the men would not see those that were severely injured or those that had been killed while serving. It was kept a secret in order to keep morale up, but Paula knew that she would be seeing more and more men in the same condition as Aaron, if not worse.

  Paula shook her head and went about her duties. It was her job to clean Aaron and change his bandages each day. She wondered if it would cause him pain when she cleaned him. Tears filled Paula’s eyes as she wondered if she had made the right decision. She had never really known fear before, even growing up in an orphanage did not prepare her for the fear that she was facing at that moment. Fear that the camp would get bombed, fear that the Nazis would invade and do the same thing to her that they had done to Aaron.

  As she walked through the field hospital, administering the other patient's medication and checking to ensure each of them were comfortable, she wondered if Aaron had anyone back home thinking about him. She knew that there was no one wondering if she was safe or if she was even alive, but she was sure that on the other side of the ocean was an entire family that would be terrified if they knew of Aaron’s condition.

  That night, Paula could not get Aaron out of her head. She assumed it was because he was so close to death and she did not know if he was going to make it. The doctors said that he would, and as soon as he was able to, he would be heading back to the States. She did not understand how a man who was almost ripped apart could survive to live.

  As Paula lay on her cot that night, she began to think more and more about what she had heard about the war. She wondered if all of it was true. The thought of one man causing the death of millions of people was not something that she could fully understand at the time. She wondered why it was taking the entire world to stand up to this man and why anyone would go along with what he had to say. She knew that there were people in the States wearing the Swastika and thought that there was no way they really understood what they were representing.

  Paula only slept for a few hours that night, just as she did every other night. The sound of bombs exploding a
nd gunfire in the distance refused to allow her or anyone else to sleep. Most of the time she felt as if she were in a daze; a fog was over her mind and she knew that it was from exhaustion. She could not imagine how the soldiers must feel, knowing that they were not sleeping either and that they were forced to fight while being so far from their loved ones.

  As she dressed, she smiled thinking how odd it was that she felt pity for anyone. She had always thought she had a really bad life when she was growing up. When her parents died, she was faced with the fact that no one wanted her. None of her own family was willing to take her in and she did not know how life could get any worse. She had never bonded with anyone at the orphanage, never thought of them as family as some of the other children did.

  She learned about the bad side of people at an early age as she saw her friends get beaten for the smallest offense. She watched as babies lay in their cribs all day long with the same wet diaper on that they had worn the previous night. She knew the effects of not knowing affection and watched those around her break from the inside. She always had pity on herself for having to grow up in such a way, but never did she think anyone else could have been any worse off.

  As she was growing up, she began to think of herself and the other children as the rats of people, the ones that were not wanted and the ones people did not want to see. Now she was beginning to understand that even though she would have loved to have a normal family and a normal life, she was lucky that she was not going through what the Jewish and Polish were going through.

  Her heart ached for the children in the orphanage, but it was nothing compared to the ache it felt for those that were having to go through the war and the soldiers that were having to fight. Paula headed out to do her morning rounds and made sure that everyone was taken care of before she checked on Aaron.

  He would take most of her day to care for and she wanted to ensure that she was not interrupted while she was taking care of him. Several of the soldiers had been released during the night and a few more had come in with minor issues. Paula administered the medications that the doctor had prescribed, made sure that those who were dehydrated had a full IV bag, and that those who were suffering from exhaustion were comfortable. Then, she made her way to Aaron’s bed.