ROMANCE: Mated to the Bear (Stepbrother Paranormal Shifter) (Threesome Taboo Romance)

by Brook, Madelin

  “Well, if you insist. I’m still going to let him know that you have our back. It really means a lot. I’ll see about keeping you on permanent instead of just being a temp for Belinda.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Well, I better go and finish him. Get back to work!” She added in a pseudo-strict voice.

  Alyssa went back to where the other employees were. “Is there anything left for me to do?”

  “Hmm,” went one of the employees, Robert. “All that’s left is the trash, but I really don’t want you doing that alone in the dark. So give me a few minutes and I’ll help you.”

  “Okay, sounds good.” She spent the time looking around. The bar was well kept, with updated furnishing and top of the line equipment. Jonathan had worked hard for, not just this one bar, but his entire chain. Granted, he had a lot of help from his father, since his father owned restaurants that Jonathan now co-owns, too. His mind was well in tuned with business and his father recognized that early on and taught him as he grew up all of the ins and out of the food industry, which he absorbed. He was always destined for great things, and his success can prove that. She never quite took the time to appreciate it.

  “Ready!” came Robert’s voice. He carried six big bags of trash, handing two of them to Alyssa. “For the lady.”

  “Oh, you treat me way too good.” They shared a laugh as they headed to the trash bins outside. The night air was cool but not too cold. She loved the summer nights. When they got to the giant, smelly bins, they heaved the bags into the trash, one by one, and then went back inside. They chatted about the strange customers they had tonight.

  “I can’t believe that lady wore a fox-fur scarf, with how uptight people are about animal rights!”

  “Well, what about the man who wore the neon yellow pants? Those were pretty out there!”

  “I saw him! He kept trying to hit on women by using ‘words of science,’ he claimed.” They laughed some more, and eventually it was time to go home. Victor and Veronica emerged, both of them looking very happy with tasseled hair. Walking out to their cars, Alyssa noticed a figure by hers. It was Jonathan.

  “Hello? What are you doing here?” she questioned.

  “What? A brother can’t come surprise his little sister anymore?”

  “I think that ship has sailed.” She laughed nervously.

  “I want to take you to my house. I don’t think I’ve ever had you over to see it.”

  “No, I don’t think I have. But why at three A.M.?”

  He snaked two arms around her, and she rested her weary head on his chest. She didn’t care if anyone saw. He smirked. “Why not?”

  “With logic with that, how can I argue?”

  “I brought the limo. I really didn’t want to take your car. It’s small.”

  “I feel sorry for your limo driver.” She looked around. Everyone had driven off, but there was no limo in sight, either. “Where is your limo?”

  “I allow my drivers breaks once in awhile,” he said sarcastically. “He should be back any moment. Ah, here he is!” Just as he spoke, a black, long Hummer, with tons of windows and a roaring engine came rolling near. It stopped smoothly in front of them. The driver hopped out and opened the back furthest door.

  “After you, Master Bruce,” the driver said. Alyssa was stunned. The status Jonathan had and the amount of money he had never really sank in until now. He was indeed loaded.

  They stepped inside and got comfortable. “Would you like a drink?” Jonathan offered, as the driver got back into his seat and took off.

  “No, I think I’m okay. Thanks.” Alyssa looked around. She noticed the limo could fit ten people comfortably, but knew he has probably fit much more for his crazier nights.

  “Well,” he said as he place a hand on her thigh. “How about this?” He kissed her fiercely, squeezing her thigh lightly and, with his other hand, embracing her head, pulling her forward a bit.

  As their lips parted, she mumbled, “I’m okay with this.” They kept going, he bit her lip and she pulled at his belt. He massaged her breast and she gently rubbed her knee into his groin. Before long, they were at his place, in his bed, naked. She didn’t even get a chance to look around for the first time.

  Their tongues danced behind each other’s lips. Their legs were intertwined, bare chests touched. She had her hands on his head, and he had his hands on her hip, each keeping the other as close as possible. He turned her on her back and straddled on top of her, facing her, as he kissed her neck and ran his hands down her naked sides. Then his hands found her breasts, massaged them, and pinched her nipples. She pressed her pelvis against his, slightly bucking her hips in anticipation. He began to lower his kissed, slowly kissing her in between her breasts. He felt her stomach give a small jump with every kiss and he moved on lower, to her navel, feeling her breathing intensify gently. He continued to massage her breasts and nipples, reveling in her small moans of pleasure. He lowered himself still, kissing her inner thighs as her legs wrapped around him.

  She tried pushing him forward, but he remained persistent on just kissing her thighs. “Not yet,” he breathed.

  She let out another moan, the anticipation rising up in her. Just when she couldn’t stand it anymore, he dove face first into her warm pussy. He put her hands on his head and locked her legs around him to hold him there. He licked up her juices with a full thirsty tongue and poked at her clit, causing her to vibrate and moan in delight. He rubbed his thumb over her love button at exactly the right pressure to keep her shaking.

  She gasp, “Don’t stop!” She was out of breath, all for a very good reason. He kept on, adding more pressure to increase the pleasure at the right rate while licking her hole. He was very skilled.

  Soon enough, she screamed in ecstasy, tightening her legs around him, not letting him stop until she orgasmed multiple times. Her clit pulsated while his face was flushed with the sensation of hot moisture.

  Finally, she relaxed and he was released from her legs’ grip. He then positioned himself so he could look at her face to face. He kissed her forehead and then her nose. He held his long, hard, aching cock right outside her lips, teasing her. He rubbed it against her, applying pressure to her clit as he swirled the tip. She spent her time kissing him in appreciation, but the fun wasn’t over yet.

  He thrusted into her hard with his massive organ and her nerves radiated in desire as her let out another moan. He then retracted slowly then pushed himself quickly back in, pumping into her. He kept doing this, steadily getting faster, his breath growing heavier. Then he sat up on his knees, holding her up, leaning her against him, her arms around his neck, as he continued pounding into her. Each thrust created a new moan. He grabbed onto her butt, pressing closer to her as he blew warm come into her tight pussy.

  Once finished, he dropped her onto the bed and collapsed beside her on his side. He had a sleepy, dreamy look on his face while she smiled brightly. “You were amazing.” They were both out of breath still. The clock read 5:34 A.M.

  “You too.” He brushed her hair behind her. He traced shapes on her belly with his finger; first a circle, then a diamond. She would have though he were bored if he didn’t wear a sleepy smile. He was exhausted.

  “So would you be interested in doing this again?” she sheepishly asked as they laid there naked, not even the bed sheet covering them.

  “Hm, I think I could stand that.” He smirked brilliantly.

  She smiled and poked his cheek. “Good.”

  “Why good?”

  “Because I would definitely be interested in this again.”

  He kissed her passionately on the lips in happiness.

  “But,” she said in a mockingly serious voice, “What will we tell our parents?”

  “Nothing. All they need to know is that you working at my bar led us to become close again. That’s all they need to know, and we’re not lying. I know you’re not a fan of that.”

  “Sounds like a good story to me.” She snuggled into his
chest with her eyes closed, completely relaxed. She even rubbed her knee sensually into his groin, wondering if a round two would happen, despite them both desperately needing sleep.

  “So I have a proposition for you. I figure it’d be a good time to bring it up since I feel you can be more persuaded with my unclothed chiseled body for you to see.”

  “What is it?” she asked as she tilted her head up.

  “I want you to work for me. More seriously than a bartending job. I want to make a space for you in my office as an assistant. I’ll double your salary that you make at the doctor’s office.”

  “Wait, what?” Was she hearing him right? “You’ll double my salary? Why so much?”

  “I guess you can say I have a sudden increase in liking you lately.”

  “And what if that suddenly decreases?”

  “We have contracts that would protect your job legally.” He kissed her again. “I don’t see that happening anytime soon, though. I feel I am rather attached at this point. Also, it’s not like I could just make you go away. You are family.”

  She cautiously asked, “What’s the dress code?”

  “Business attire. Don’t you wear scrubs now?”

  It was a little embarrassing to admit. “Yes…”

  “Do you own any suits or regular office clothes?”

  “Not really actually. I never had a reason for wearing them. I own one suit, and that I use for interviews.”

  “Well, I’m sure your mom would be thrilled to take you shopping. You can’t wear scrubs in my office. Especially not ones with cats on them!”

  “Hey! I only have one top with cats on them!”

  “My point exactly.” He cleared his throat. “So what do you say?”

  “Don’t I need to interview? I’m sure you have better candidates to choose from.”

  “Nope. I want you. No interview. I’ll double your pay. You won’t need to work as a bartender. I’m offering you the job right now.”

  “Hmmm.” She thought about it for a moment. “There has to be a catch.”

  “No catch. You’re struggling and I want to help. Anything for family, right?” He kissed her deeply and allowed her to think for another moment.

  “Fine then. I accept, and that kiss had nothing to do with my approval.”

  “Uh huh,” he teased. “I’m sure my kissing skills had nothing to do with anything that has happened lately.”

  “What would you say if this was something I had wanted for a while? I’ve always admired you. Even when you were a jerk to me, I knew you growing up. I know you’re not really like that. Not deep down anyway.”

  “I suppose you’re right. I won’t change, though. It’s helped me gain success beyond my wildest dreams.” He thought for a moment before speaking again. “This business is pretty cut throat, but don’t worry, you won’t have to deal too much with that when you’re working for me, just maybe over the phone.”

  “I wasn’t worried. I think I can handle myself, regardless.”

  “I deal with some nasty sharks sometimes. They would eat you alive.” He touch his nose to hers and smiled. “I don’t want that. I’ll keep you safe.”

  “Will you really?” She sounded so cute. She laced her fingers with his as his other hand drew circles over her still hardened nipple.

  “You’re mine forever to protect. Remember?”

  She smiled genuinely as she kissed him this time, slowly falling asleep. She was happy, and she thought maybe she really hadn’t been all this time.

  Chapter 7

  A few months passed. Alyssa woke up at 7 A.M. to the sun shining and the birds chirping in her new apartment. This one was more spacious, with a bigger kitchen with new, high-quality pots and pans courtesy of Jonathan. With her gracious pay raise, she was able to upgrade all of her furniture as well, opting with a lovely white color that complemented her modern living room quite nicely.

  She went to the kitchen and started chopping up fruits and tossed them into a blender, blending them up with ice to turn it into a delicious smoothie and pouring it into a to-go cup. Then she hopped into the shower, blasting music from the radio and singing along. Getting out, it was chilly but she air dried her body and blew dried her wavy hair straight. Then she slipped into a high-waisted black skirt with a white ruffled blouse tucked in and a thin red belt to fuse the outfit together. A black blazer waited patiently for her to complete the look.

  This was her favorite ensemble when she and her mother went shopping for suits. Her mother went on about how this was a similar outfit she wore when she started to work for Jonathan’s dad as an assistant, which was how they met. Alyssa wondered if her mom had suspected something was going on between her and Jonathan, but she wouldn’t ever know because her mother hasn’t said a word and the siblings would never tell.

  The day was bright and full of possibilities. Things looked positive every day. She no longer suffered financially, and she had made great friends through the company. Her sex life was excellent, she went out to destress every weekend, whether it was with Jonathan, getting manicures and pedicures with the ladies from work or dancing the night away at the bar with free drinks all night. Her life may not be perfect or even ideal to most, but it was perfect for her at this moment, and she was happy. That’s all that matters.

  Everything in her life had been elevated because of Jonathan and his way of life. And to think, none of this would have happened if she decided against taking her drunken stepbrother home to make sure he was safe.

  THE END

  Stepbrother

  Masked

  A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance

  By: Madelin Brook

  Table of Contents

  About the Story

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

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  ABOUT THE STORY

  Stepbrother Masked

  Alan Fetzer is a 23-year old billionaire who built his wealth on lucrative real estate deals and business foreclosures. Beginning to burn out from all his hard work, Alan is ready for a brief departure from his usual routine. Alan’s best friend and fellow billionaire, Maxwell Hart suggests he come over to an exclusive invite-only masquerade ball, sure to please even the most cultured aristocrats and elitists. And, the evening proves to be far beyond Alan’s wildest dreams when he meets a masked woman who captures his imagination and wins his heart. Yet, the young billionaire misses the opportunity to find out who she was and where he can find her.

  Though he remains distantly connected to his family, Alan is eager to help his mom when she asks him for a small favor. She entrusts Alan to take care of his 18-year old stepsister, Tiffany Dempsey while she is on summer break before heading to college. Little does Alan realize, the little girl he remembers is now a grown woman. And, Tiffany finally has the chance she has dreamed of - being with her childhood crush.

  What does Alan do when Tiffany makes awkward advances on him? Will this destroy his family ties? And, if he acts on his impulses, will he lose the chance to be with the masked woman? Can Alan be a playboy just like his best friend, Maxwell? Or, does he have to choose between the woman of his dreams and the woman he shouldn’t have?

  Chapter 1

  Alan could sense by the grave tone in the masked woman’s voice, she wasn’t parting ways with her disguise. Her reasoning seemed deeply rooted in maintaining anonymity more than respecting the house rules. But, Alan had become somewhat i
ntimate very quick with this woman and now he feared the worst with this masked woman.

  “No! I told you that I can’t take this off and that’s final!” The masked woman burst from the king-sized canopy bed, brushing her way through the golden sheer cloth curtains that hung from the overhead posts. She hurriedly dressed into her light pink evening gown, and snatched her heels off the floor.

  “Wait!” Reality washed over him once he realized that he blew it with this mysterious woman. “I’m sorry. Come back, I promise I won’t…”

  The bedroom door slammed shut as Alan fumbled for his dress slacks and mask. He wasn’t afraid of revealing his identity to the young lady, but apparently she was not ready for that type of commitment. Alan never got her name, or any clue of where she lived, but he was sure that he’d catch her before she left Maxwell Hart’s Mansion.

  Never bothering with the rest of his dress attire, Alan slipped the mask back over his face and sprinted out the bedroom door in pursuit of his newly found friend. He’d never felt so passionately for someone as he did right now and he hardly understood why he needed to know who she was. But, Alan felt that if he could only put out this one fire, he may preserve the only thing right about this evening—this blond beauty covered with the porcelain mask.

  “Wait! Stop!” Alan looked up the long hallway and back to the other direction. A small collection of people was gathered at a doorway. In hot pursuit, Alan ran to the group only to find it was more party goers enjoying the close company of one another. If Alan were any other man, he would have succumbed to the temptation. But, Alan was a different breed—a renaissance man of sorts; a gentleman with traditional values of honoring a woman and devoid of chauvinistic qualities.

  Exasperated, he threw his hands up, ran his fingers through his messy hair and continued to dash to the foyer with the lit, oversized fountain. As the young man ran harder and faster, a stitch dug into his stomach and a spasm shot through his leg.