Single Dad Shifter (Shades of Shifters Book 6)

by T. S. Ryder

“I didn’t come here to answer your interview questions, Rachel.” He took a step toward her. He could still faintly smell Sloan’s scent on her, mixed with some flowery body wash. He struggled not to snarl his anger. “What happened between you and Sloan tonight?”

  Rachel gasped. So Sloan is the kiss and tell type, is he? Embarrassment flooded her, followed by anger. “Nothing happened.” Nothing much. “And even if it did, how does it concern you?”

  “I saw you first,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

  “Excuse me? Are you two having some sort of contest?” Hands on hips and eyes flashing anger, Rachel continued, “I’m not a play thing, Mr. Pryce. You should leave.”

  Michael didn’t move. He continued to stare down at her with a hint of amusement and lust. Her growing anger only aroused him.

  Rachel took a step back. Michael had the same lascivious look in his eyes as Sloan had earlier, not that she wouldn’t love to have a roll in the sack with Michael. She wouldn’t mind discovering what he tasted like either. Her curiosity was about to be satisfied, because he pulled her to him and captured her mouth. His lips moved gently over hers, teasing them open. She couldn’t help but notice the difference between his and Sloan’s kiss. Realization hit. What am I doing with Michael when I almost had sex with his friend? Rachel pushed against his chest.

  Michael reluctantly lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”

  “I made out with your housemate earlier.” She nibbled her lower lip. “There’s no way I’m getting involved with the both of you.”

  Michael’s eyes darkened. “What if we don’t mind sharing?”

  Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Was he implying that the three of them…? No, he couldn’t be. But, the thought made her stomach flutter with excitement. She had never done anything so risqué. Could she be with two men at once? Michael grinned, as if he could read her thoughts. Rachel averted her gaze.

  He grasped her chin. “There’s nothing for you to feel embarrassed about, Rachel. Sloan and I would both revel in giving you pleasure that would blow your mind.” A tinge of jealousy presented itself when he mentioned Sloan. That had never happened before. His jealousy was, however, quickly replaced by anticipation. He always enjoyed sharing with Sloan.

  Rachel gawked at him. “Oh, I-I’ve never-”

  “You can start with just me,” he whispered, running his thumbs across her lower lip. His green eyes dropped from her face to the tie of her robe. Rachel watched, unable to breathe as he reached down to loosen the robe. She didn’t stop him because she wanted him with a fierce need that she couldn’t quite comprehend. The garment fell open, revealing her naked body. Michael pushed the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

  Self-conscious, Rachel’s hands involuntarily flew up to cover her nakedness. She had been over indulging in cheesecake lately and knew that it showed. Michael grasped her wrists and brought them down to her sides. “I want to look at you. You are like a goddess.” His eyes roamed over every dip and curve. “Perfect,” he whispered.

  Rachel could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her sexual desire flaring out control. As if sensing her urgent need, Michael spun her around to drop feather light kisses along the column of her neck while his hands groped and teased her breasts and then slipped down further to brush over her mound. He dipped a finger inside, testing her readiness. Rachel moaned and ground her hips against his hand, begging for more.

  “You are more than ready,” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. Michael released her to remove his shirt and pants. Rachel turned around to take her fill of his perfection. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched at the sight of his jutting erection. Talk about well endowed, she mused. He grasped her hips, pulling her toward him for a hard searing kiss before lowering her to the couch. His hardened length hovered above her entrance and she stared into his green eyes, clouded with passion.

  Rachel lifted her hips in silent invitation. She could no longer wait to feel him inside of her. Satisfying her urge, Michael breached her entrance, pushing into her with agonizing slowness. Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh when he was buried deep inside of her, stretching her beyond her limit.

  “Michael,” she moaned his name, her fingernails digging into his muscular arms. He began to move slowly, allowing her to adjust to his invasion, and then his tempo increased. A guttural sound rumbled in Michael’s chest as Rachel’s muscles gripped him like a tight fitting glove. Her warmth engulfed him, giving him the feeling of being home. He pulled out of her, and she moaned her protest.

  “Relax, gorgeous. I’m not going anywhere,” he said. He sat up and pulled her onto him. With both of her legs thrown on either side of his thighs, she was able to take him deeper.

  “Oh, Michael,” she breathed. “You feel amazing.”

  “You feel like heaven,” he rasped in response. Rachel threw her head back, pleasure overwhelming her as she neared her peak. Michael increased the pace, flexing his hips upward. His jaw clenched as he tried to hold on to his control but Rachel’s soft moans and the way her tight sheath gripped him were sending him over the edge. He closed his eyes tightly so she wouldn’t see them transform to a darker green. She let out a cry and shattered in his arms. Michael followed close behind, groaning as he shuddered, spilling himself into her.

  Rachel sagged against him, her heart racing and shards of pleasure still shooting through her core. As she returned from the stratosphere of bliss and was able to form a straight thought, she stiffened. She lifted her head off his shoulder to stare at him in horror. “We didn’t use any protection.”

  Instead of the panic she expected to see in his eyes, she saw a trace of satisfaction. “I was too caught up in my desire for you. The thought didn’t cross my mind.” When she frowned, he added, “I’m sorry.”

  She lifted herself off of him and did a quick calculation while reaching for her robe. She wrapped it around herself, suddenly overly conscious of her nakedness. “I suppose it should be fine.” She paused. “I have to say that was incredible. It’s been way too long for me.” She was sure he couldn’t say the same. He must have women falling at his feet and begging to go to bed with him.

  Michael studied her carefully. “Either you don’t go out, or the men in Denver are blind.”

  She averted her gaze, his compliment warming her. Plus, she was having a hard time focusing with him naked on her couch. He seemed at ease in his undressed state. Of course, with a body like his, why wouldn’t he be? “I don’t. Go out, that is.” She ran her fingers through her hair and let out a breath. “That shouldn’t have happened. We should have kept things between us professional.”

  “But we didn’t, and I certainly don’t mind.”

  Rachel cleared her throat lightly. “I don’t make a habit of sleeping with strangers.”

  Michael reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m no longer a stranger. Your hair is curlier than when I first saw you. I like it.”

  She bit her lower lip. “I, um, flat ironed it.” Okay, I’m making small talk with a naked sex god who is sitting on my couch. The entire evening, starting with Sloan and up to now, was just too surreal. “You should go.”

  Michael winced. “Ouch. I’ve never been kicked out of a woman’s house before.”

  “I bet,” she murmured.

  He stood up and quickly dressed. “Not a problem, gorgeous. We’ll be doing this again very soon. Next time, it will be double your pleasure.”

  Rachel’s heart stilled. He was talking about having sex with him and Sloan both. Her mouth opened and closed several times without any words emerging. He grinned and bent down to plant a kiss on her mouth. “Lock the door behind me.”

  Rachel watched him walk toward the door, paralyzed. Holy cow. I’m in so much trouble. But, for some reason, she felt a sliver of anticipation at the thought of Michael’s promise.

  Chapter Five

  Rachel looked over the article she had written with satisfaction. For someone wh
o knew very little about the National Football League, she had done a great job. Sure, the interview with Michael at the stadium had been one of the most awkward times of her life, but she had gotten through it. She could still remember the way his piercing eyes had undressed her as he answered her questions. With each heated look he delivered, she remembered the night they had shared. To make matters worse, she had glimpsed Sloan on his way to the locker room. His gaze on her had been just as scorching as Michael’s.

  Now all she could think about was her in bed being pleasured by both men. She slapped her palm against her forehead. “Focus,” she hissed. It was just her luck to be attracted to two men, and her body couldn’t decide which she wanted the most. Neither could her brain, for that matter. Perhaps she wanted both of them.

  “There she is, my little sports journalist.” Oliver stuck his head around the door. “How’s it going, honey?”

  “Okay, I guess.”

  He stepped inside the office, hands on hips and gave her a look of disbelief. “Just okay? You’ve had the opportunity to watch hunky men in tights wrestle one another to the ground, and you’re just okay. I would say you are one lucky bitch.”

  Rachel giggled. “Yeah, I guess I am pretty lucky in the woman department, but not in the professional. I hope I don’t get saddled with the sports articles from now on. It’s not what I want to do.”

  Oliver shrugged. “At least it’s better than the advice column, which you abhor. Anyway, it’s Friday, and I’m hitting the town. Are you coming with?”

  “I wish I could, Olly. But, I have plans.”

  He gasped, clapping his hands. “A date? Finally.”

  “Uh, yeah.” She didn’t bother to explain that Michael had invited her to a game. He had also invited her to join him and Sloan at their house after the game. She was well aware what they had planned, and she had a few more hours to make up her mind.

  “You had better tell me all about it on Monday morning, you little hussy. I was on my way to see our miserable boss. I’ll catch you later.”

  “Later.”

  Rachel continued to stare at the computer screen. Did she have the guts to take Michael and Sloan up on their offer? She’d only known them for a matter of days. She let out a breath. I guess I will see what happens after the game.

  ***

  “Do you think she will give herself to both of us?” Sloan asked, eyeing Michael. He was leaned casually against his car in the parking lot of the stadium.

  “She wants to. I saw it in her eyes when I made the offer.”

  Sloan was quiet for a few seconds. “Will she be another woman passing, though?”

  Michael glanced at him, knowing precisely what he meant. “She’s different.”

  Sloan nodded. He still hadn’t shared with Michael the strange feelings he had for her. Staying away from her for the past few days had been difficult. The night Michael had stormed out, Sloan knew he had gone to see Rachel. When he returned home, he had been bathed in her scent. Sloan had shoved down his jealousy, for the sake of his friend. “Yes, she is,” he finally agreed.

  ***

  He smelled her before she came into sight. Sloan glanced up and there she stood, staring at them. She looked delectable in tight jeans that stretched across the flare of her hips and a tight fitted t-shirt that ended above the waistband of her jeans, revealing a sliver of skin. He straightened and swallowed as she approached. He could hear Michael’s heart rate increase. Sloan glanced at him, noting the look of wonder and lust on his face. It seemed Rachel had the same effect on both of them. He frowned slightly. How could that be?

  “Hi,” Rachel said shyly, her eyes flitting between both men. “Great game. Congratulations on the win.”

  Sloan grinned. “You didn’t know what the hell was going on, did you?”

  Rachel swallowed a smile. “Okay, you got me. But I did understand the winning part.”

  Sloan smiled and fell silent, leaving Michael to ask the question that he too was anticipating the answer for. “Are you coming home with us, Rachel?”

  Rachel gulped and nodded slowly. “Yes,” she whispered. How did she explain to them that she wanted them both without sounding greedy? Yes, she did crave to have them both touching her, inside of her. Michael smiled and ducked into the driver’s seat without another word.

  Sloan held out a hand and waited for her to accept. She placed her hand in his and he helped her into the back seat, sliding in beside her. Her heart pounded in her chest as Michael drove out of the parking lot. There was no turning back now.

  She turned to find Sloan assessing her with interest. “W-what?” She asked softly.

  His gaze roamed over her face. “I’m trying to figure out what it is about you.” He looked forward, his eyes clashing with Michael’s in the rearview mirror. There was a look of curiosity on Michael’s face. He was no doubt wondering if Sloan also felt the hopeless attraction to Rachel. Sloan quickly shifted his gaze back to Rachel, who was staring at him with confusion. Not wanting to have to elaborate on what he meant, he dipped his head to graze her lips with his.

  Rachel gasped and pulled back, looking toward Michael. Surely he could see everything through the mirror. “Relax, Rachel,” Sloan murmured. “He doesn’t mind.” He pulled her closer to devour her mouth. She relaxed, letting him slip his hand beneath her top to brush against her breasts. “I’m going to get you warmed up, sweetheart.”

  Rachel sucked in a breath. Warmed up? She was already on fire from just his slightest touch. Sloan feathered kisses on the side of her neck while his hand slid inside her bra to pinch and tease her nipples. She turned her head so their lips could meet once again. His tongue delved between her lips. The thought of Michael watching them through the mirror excited Rachel more than she thought it would. Her tension and unease slowly began to seep away, leaving sheer lust. She squirmed as Sloan’s hands inched downward to unbutton her jeans. Her thighs widened to allow his hand to slip inside. His fingers brushed her clitoris, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Skillful fingers strummed her like an instrument until her orgasm neared. Rachel panted, her eyes lifting to meet Michael’s as she exploded. Sloan’s lips turned up in satisfaction.

  Michael gripped the starting wheel, thankful that he was turning into the driveway. He could feel his erection straining against his pants. He stopped the car and jumped out, eager to get Rachel inside. He opened the back door, taking her hand to assist her out of the car.

  Rachel followed him inside on shaky legs, with Sloan close behind. “Bedroom,” Sloan murmured, pushing her hair aside to plant a kiss on her neck. She was led down a hallway and into a room.

  She took a quick glance around the bedroom, wondering whose room they were in. Her eyes landed on the massive bed in the center of the room. I’m going to do this, she thought, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of anxiety. She looked up to see Michael staring down at her, and then Sloan. They were both waiting for her to confirm that she wanted to continue. She reached up to stroke Michael’s jaw and then pulled his head down to kiss him. She let him go and walked to the bed to strip off her clothes. Both men watched intently, with greedy eyes.

  Rachel watched them undress, her heart in her mouth. She was nearly overwhelmed with the sight of both of them at once. They stalked toward her in unison, one standing on either side of her. Hands caressed her, stroking her breasts, her thighs, everywhere. In a bold move, she grasped both men’s thick erections and began to stroke until their breaths became raspy.

  “Lay down, Rachel,” Michael ordered.

  She released them and scooted onto the bed, looking from one man to the other with wide eyes. Michael knelt between her legs and began to kiss his way up her leg to her inner thighs. Her breath hitched when he reached her center and flicked his tongue over her sensitive bud. He slid his tongue over her again, and she let out a low moan, which Sloan swallowed when he placed his mouth over hers. His hands massaged her breast while Michael brought her to the edge of ecstasy with his mouth. She
let out a cry as her inner muscles clenched and released. She watched, fascinated, as Michael stretched over her to graze his lips across Sloan’s.

  Sloan licked his lips, a smile hovering. “You taste delicious, Rachel.” Her mouth parted. She was slightly shocked. It was one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed, along with having two men’s hands and mouths all over her. She watched both men sheath themselves with condoms and approach her once again.

  Sloan positioned himself between her thighs. “Michael has already had the fortune of fucking you. It’s my turn.”

  Rachel swallowed and nodded, unable to speak. The head of his cock pushed against her entrance. She wanted him to claim her, just as Michael had.

  “Sloan, please,” she pleaded, surprised by how thick with need her own voice sounded. He entered her with a swift motion. “Oh my God,” she moaned, arching up to meet his thrusts. The sensation of being filled by Sloan and Michael’s mouth on her breasts were driving her into a frenzy. She clutched the bed sheets tightly as the pleasure overwhelmed her. As if they were communicating telepathically, Michael stood up and Sloan lay down, rolling over so that Rachel straddled him. She looked down at him, surprised by the quick shift. He grinned and pulled her down to slaughter her mouth with a wild, intense kiss.

  Distracted by Sloan’s kiss, she barely registered Michael’s finger circling her ass. He fondled her opening, pushing a finger inside. Rachel gasped and stiffened, glancing back at him. “I-I’ve never done that before.”

  He brushed his lips over hers reassuringly. “I’ll go slowly. You’ll like it, I promise.” His gaze swept over her with warmth, letting her know she could trust him.

  Sloan reached up to palm her breasts. “Just let us please you, baby.” His hips thrust upward, sending a sweet sensation through her core. She forgot about her apprehensions and instantly relaxed. Michael’s fingers were gentle as he pressed into her rear entrance. Rachel groaned, loving the strange sensation.

  “Do you want more?” Michael whispered in her ear.