Under Fire: Dragon Shifter Romance (ComeShift Series Book 2)

by Sky Winters

  “I think I know what you mean,” she told him. They walked together in silence around the lake, before she hinted at the time. “I think I need to get back now and relieve my mother. Aiden can be a handful sometimes.”

  “That’s your son?” he asked her.

  “My entire world,” she replied and smiled.

  “Let’s go then,” he told her. “Wouldn’t want to shift your atmosphere.”

  When they got to her building, he reached across the armrest and touched her hand. She looked down at it, and then brought her eyes to meet his. “I really enjoyed your company tonight,” he said.

  “Me too,” she smiled. “You really surprised me.”

  “So, can we do this again sometime?” he asked hopefully.

  Trisha thought about that for a moment and then smiled. “I’d like that.”

  And without another word, he leaned in, and ever so softly placed a kiss on her lips. It caught her by surprise, and she was paralyzed for a few seconds. But the kiss wasn’t a bad one, and she found herself responding before she had a chance to fully think it through. She could feel the heat rising within her at the same time her heart began to flutter. His lips glided across hers, so sweet and soft she didn’t dare open her eyes and end the moment. She was almost sorry when she felt him pull away. But then, she couldn’t hide her embarrassment at the fact that he was now aware of her vulnerability.

  “I’ll see you,” he told her.

  “Yeah,” she said and exited the vehicle. He waited at the curb until she was safely inside, and from the rectangular pane in the door, she waved and smiled as he drove off. The smile she had felt creeping inside her now filled her face, and she blushed as she went to her apartment.

  She slept peacefully that night, and where she had dreaded going to the bar before, she was now anxious for it.

  CHAPTER 5

  Trisha woke up the following morning humming a tune. This did not escape her mother.

  “It went well I suppose,” she said as she folded some laundry.

  Aiden ran up to her and she lowered herself to scoop him up. “It did,” she blushed and tickled the playful infant. He giggled and she tossed him in the air a few times before twirling with him. “How’s my pumpkin?” she asked.

  “Mama,” he giggled and the proceeded to tell her something about the kitchen. He was pointing, but she wasn’t able to make out anything he was saying.

  “I think he wants his cereal,” her mother said.

  “Oh. Is that what you were saying?” she asked him and buried her head between his head and his shoulder. He squealed and grabbed a handful of her hair. “Ok, you win,” she told him and tried to untangle her hair from his grasp. “Let’s get that cereal.”

  Trisha spent most of the Sunday with her son, which ended at the park two blocks from her apartment. Still, all the while she could not get her mind off of Calvin. She caught herself smiling several times, and by the time Monday night rolled around she was besides herself with anxiety.

  Her eyes kept roaming the bar, but she saw no sign of him or his men. Her already sour temperament grew to enormous proportions, and by the end of the night she was livid with anger. She yanked the shirt from her body when she got home and slammed it into the laundry basket. Then she stared at herself in the mirror.

  “It’s okay Trisha,” she told herself. “It was just one date. Nothing to be so sore about. He will turn up eventually.”

  But telling that to herself and believing was another story. Calvin was missing for the other three days, and by the time Friday rolled around she had all but given hope that he would return. Until she saw him walking towards her. She froze in her task of wiping the glasses, and then turned away.

  “Double shot of whisky,” he ordered. She didn’t respond, but instead moved to produce his order. He held onto her hand when she placed the glass before him. “Can I talk to you?”

  “Oh, so now you want to talk?” she spat. “You wasted the last few days you should have spent doing that.”

  She walked away, and half expected that after an hour he would be gone, and she would see the twenty-dollars’ tip he was accustomed to leaving. But instead he remained, and even when the rest of his men left he stayed. Even when everyone else was gone.

  “I think now would be a good time to go too,” she said as she closed the cash register and locked up. “I need to get home.”

  “Not yet,” he said and pulled her to him. He crushed her in his arms and replaced the words she was about to spill with sweet nothings, and a rabid need for her. “I’ve missed you,” he said between kisses, and though Trisha wanted to resist, she found herself clinging to him instead. The bar was empty, except for them, and Calvin lifted her and brought her to the booth in the back. He had an ache for her he could not deny, and when he looked at her head held back, and saw the vein in her neck pulsating, he registered her base desire for him.

  He gripped her soft, warm body and laid her on the leather seating. When his breath touched her skin she shivered, and he breathed her in deeply. His lips found hers again, and she clung to his hair for support, already forgetting the week he had been gone and she had been pining for him. In that moment, she wanted him, and she was not about to deny herself his passion.

  And Calvin was not in the mood for flurry and distractions. His hands surfed her body, ending on her firm ass. He gripped her there, and she tensed in anticipation of where they would move to next. She didn’t need to guess for long; he reached up and cupped her breast, and in one deft motion he had her shirt pulled up, revealing her smooth skin. He kissed her to her nipples, and then covered each with the warmth of his mouth.

  Trisha was writhing by this, trying to shift in a more comfortable position. He noticed, and in that moment he slid her jeans down, revealing the blackness of her underwear in stark contrast to her skin. He lowered his head and smelled her, closing his eyes as her essence filled him. Then like a mad man, he stood and unbuckled his belt and let his manhood fly free. She rested on her elbows, gawking at its splendor before he pulled her to him. He let her sit on the edge of the table, and with her legs spread wide, he got easy access to her treasure. He slid inside, and she moaned as he filled her, and in the silence of the bar, they ravaged each other. The only other sound that could be heard was the scraping of the table against the floor, and their pants and moans. Calvin buried himself in her repeatedly, and she dug her nails in him as clapping sounds now filled the vacant room.

  He pressed deeper into her, gripping her hips as her legs wrapped around him. Then he slowed, brought her face to his, and kissed her passionately and intensely. Trisha was barely able to control her breathing as the emotions swept through her. She could feel the ecstasy rising, and as she melted over him, he shuddered, muttered some inaudible words, and tensed as he climaxed in response to hers. He stood there, her legs still surrounding him and held her tightly to him.

  Trisha was lost in the moment, and she rested her head against his chest as she felt him grow limp inside her.

  CHAPTER 6

  “So, what was that all about?” she asked as she got into his car.

  “What, that?” he asked and used his thumb to point back at the bar.

  She laughed, suddenly feeling lighter and freer once more. “No, not that,” she said. “I mean, we go out, and then you disappear, and then this?”

  He wiped his hand down his face and then turned the key in the ignition. “It had nothing to do with you,” he said and pulled off the curb. “I had some complications with some of the members of the club.”

  “So, should I expect this every time there is an issue with some of ‘your boys’?” she asked and quoted the words in the air.

  “No, nothing like that,” he said and turned to look at her then. “I do find you attractive Trisha, and you seem like just the kind of woman I want in my life. There is a certain feeling of calm about you.”

  “I can see why that would be appealing,” she smiled.

  “So, ca
n I take you out again?” he asked.

  She looked over at him, but this time there was some level of doubt concerning the man he was and what he was capable of. Immediately, her mind wandered to the intimacy they had just shared, and she began to feel some guilt about it. She had been careless, and she had allowed her need to cloud her logic. She had slept with a man she barely knew, and she wasn’t sure she should continue, or that he would.

  “Are you sure?” she asked. “I mean, back there was great, but, can there really be something between us? We come from such different backgrounds.”

  “Yet, we are the same,” he replied. “Don’t think too hard about it. Just say yes,” he told her.

  She gazed out the window at the city lights rolling by, and she closed her eyes as the warm air caressed her cheeks. She had gone this far; she really had nothing to lose. “Okay,” she said quietly.

  But her doubts found no fertile ground, for Calvin showed up every day since then. They went to a club he visited on occasion; one where the Devils were sure not to be. He was surprised at how easily she let loose, and pleased that she was everything he had hoped she would be. He took her to dinner some nights, and on others, they just sat on the hood of his car and admired the stars and the city buzz.

  “So, what will it be tonight?” he asked her as he sat on the stool in the bar.

  “I was just thinking of staying in,” she told him. “I’ve had a little too much excitement of late.”

  “Come on,” he pleaded.

  “Cal!” someone shouted from behind.

  Calvin turned, annoyance creeping into his face. “What?!” he snarled.

  “It’s Johnny,” one of his men said. He had a scar running from just below his left ear to his mouth. “He is fuckin’ around with that bitch from the Hornets again.”

  “Where is that piece of shit?” a voice sounded in the bar.

  “Hey, whatever this is, take it outside,” Trish shouted. She had seen what these brawls could do and she was not about to subject the establishment to another reminder.

  “Now, hold on a minute Sax,” Calvin said and stepped before the man. “There is no reason to…”

  “The hell there isn’t. Where is he?” he barked.

  “If you was fucking her the way you were supposed to, then she wouldn’t be running to me,” Johnny said as he pushed his chair back and got up.

  “Johnny, shut the fuck up!” Calvin said. But the man had already charged, and before he could say another word, the two were tangled. Calvin rushed over and grabbed the man by the collar, yanking him off of Johnny. He placed himself strategically between them, and just as the man was about to charge again, he grabbed his fist, intended for his face, in midair. The act caused the man to stumble, and when he veered sideways, Johnny lunged at him.

  “Get out of this Calvin,” Sax warned. “Johnny had this coming.”

  Calvin straightened himself and wiped the corners of his mouth with his thumb and index finger. “Let me handle it,” he told the man and pressed his hand into his chest to stay him. The man was snorting fire by then, but he eventually shrugged off Calvin and stepped back.

  “This ain’t over,” he told Johnny and walked off.

  After he did, Calvin turned to Johnny, and before he knew what was coming, he landed him a punch square on the jaw. Trisha jumped when she witnessed the act, and in the middle of serving a customer she froze. She watched as he collared the man, and pierced him with his eyes.

  “This is your last fuckin’ warning Johnny. Get out!” he barked. The man, who had been like an oak tree in the face of Sax, shrank down to the size of a twig. With his tail between his legs, he limped away, his pride, and possibly his jaw, ruined. Calvin stood there for a while longer, seemingly calming down, before he came back to the bar. He barely looked her in the eye just then, but she couldn’t deny she admired his prowess and how in control he was. There was a dark allure to him that intrigued her, and she wore a smile when she went back over to offer him a drink.

  CHAPTER 7

  “I thought you didn’t like my guys,” Calvin said to her as he played with her hair. They had just spent the evening relaxing at his studio apartment. She had been pleasantly surprised at how neatly he kept his place, and she had felt right at home as she curled up on the sofa with the throw covering her bare feet.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she told him. “I despise what you do, but I can’t say I don’t admire how you do it. I don’t even know how you keep those men in line. I mean, what if someone comes after you?”

  He sighed and stroked her face. “I am sorry you had to see that the other night with Johnny and Sax, but no one is coming after me.”

  “How do you know that? Any day someone could get angry enough to want to retaliate and then what would happen? I mean, I know you are tough enough to handle your own but…what?” she asked when she saw that he was laughing now.

  “It’s just amusing watching how worked up you’re getting,” he told her. “It’s kind of cute.”

  “It won’t be when they smash your face in,” she said, and she was developing a pout as she spoke.

  Calvin was laughing harder by this, and before she could continue, he pulled her to him. “I’ll be fine,” he told her and kissed her.

  She hesitated at first, but like all the other times before in the past month, she either could not refuse him, or she was that attracted to him she didn’t desire to. She opened her mouth and received him in the same moment that his hand found her breast. He squeezed gently at first, and then lowered his head to nip her on the peak. She felt the goose pimples stand at attention as he did, and she trembled when he slid his hand up her skirt to feel her throbbing invite. He sucked in a deep breath, and moved to push her skirt to her waist. He bit his lips and moved his hand up between her skin and the cotton underwear she wore. Then, he deftly pulled back and the thin fabric followed him down her thigh. He did the same with the other side, and when she lay exposed, he buried his face where she desired him the most at the moment.

  She quivered as she felt his tongue traverse her slow erection, and she sensed the tenderness when it grew ripe and ready for him. He shifted her legs and pulled the underwear to her ankles, and when she lifted her leg out, he kissed her calf, her inner thigh, and then the soft moist spot that had grown red hot and burning with need. He inserted his two prominent fingers, curling them inside to meet her g-spot, and as she shook, he covered her clit with his mouth.

  Trisha grew wild, and her heart pounded inside her chest. She dug her hand into his thick mane of hair. Something about the way the stubble on his face scratched her skin made her hornier, and she pressed him further onto her. By this Calvin had grown ripe with need, and he dipped his hand inside the waist of his sweat pants and pulled out his aching member. He turned her onto her side, and with his hand gripping her ass he forced his way into her. She dug into the fabric of the sofa as he moved about inside. She felt the sensations overwhelm her, and she began to grow dizzy. Calvin gripped her breast as he dug into her, and she moaned loudly as he pulled back and filled her again. And again. And again. Their breathing grew wild in the otherwise quiet space, and Calvin somehow managed to slip under her so that she was now on top of him, and her back towards him. He gripped the outline of her ass as she covered him, and as she rode, he moved her hips in a circular motion. He could feel himself growing larger and larger inside her, and before he did the unthinkable, he felt her flood him with her cum. He gritted his teeth.

  “Oh, baby, now I am going to fuck you hard.”

  He flipped her over on her knees, squeezing her swollen breast from behind. He plunged deep inside of her, and fucked her with wild abandon. As he felt his force rush from him, he pulled her hips toward his penis, and let her have it all.

  Her body still heaved after they were through, and then she moved. She turned to face him, a smile spreading over her entire face, and he brought her back to relax on top of him. She curled up there, without saying a word, and it
was then that she acknowledged how much he had grown to mean to her. And how much she never wanted to let him go, despite the number of years between them.

  “I should have been with an older man all along,” she chuckled.

  “Well, your only mine now.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Trisha stood looking at the device in her hand, her mouth agape and the color all but gone from her features. She knew what the double lines meant, but she hoped something was wrong with it. As if in answer to her internal questions and doubts, she felt the gastric acid rising inside her gullet, and she barely made it to the toilet bowl before the fluid came pouring out. She heaved as she felt like she would spill her organs. After a few bouts she only gagged and yakked, bringing nothing out but air and fright.

  When she was feeling slightly normal again, she slid to the ground and rested against the bowl as the tears trickled down her face. Her mind immediately went on Aiden, and then her mother, and how she was already struggling. How would she cope with a baby on the way? What was even worse was that she had no idea how he would take the news. What would a biker, the leader of a gang, be doing with a baby?

  “Are you okay?” she heard her mother call from outside the bathroom.

  She quickly wiped the tears away and stood up. “Yeah ma. I’ll be right out.” She leaned against the sink and stared into eyes she did not recognize and then her eyes traveled to her stomach. Involuntarily her hand went there, and she felt the spot where her new baby had already begun to grow.

  She trudged through the rest of the day after that, and by the time rolled around for her to get to work, her energy level had hit rock bottom. Calvin came in, like he always did, but she wasn’t sure how to look at him.

  “Hey, what’s the matter?” he asked her.

  “Nothing,” she told him and went about her regular duties. He kept his eyes on her the entire time, and he noticed how frequently she disappeared into the back room. Something was going on with her, and he needed to know what.

  “What’s got you more sour than usual?” a customer asked as he downed his shot glass of whiskey.