Benjamin_A Single Dad Shifter Romance

by Terra Wolf

  She moaned softly, feeling pleasure from the things she was doing to herself. Then her fingers started to move faster and her face wrinkled up and her head tilted back. Her moans turned into shrieks as she made herself come with her fingers.

  When the orgasm faded, it was time to reward her. I nudged her hand aside and took over with my mouth. She melted into me as my tongue glided over her skin, tasting the sweetness of her orgasm.

  I loved tasting her, but I wanted to be inside of her even more. I grabbed onto her thighs, yanking them up around my waist so her pussy was in the air. Then I guided myself into her eager little hole and thrust.

  The blush of the last orgasm was still tinting her cheeks, but she was already moaning as I pumped inside of her.

  The last coherent thought I had before my brain exploded with ecstasy was how I was not sure how I ever thought that this could be meaningless. Being with Lia wasn’t just sex. It was much more than that. It was intimate, it was affectionate, it was personal, it was deep, it was… love.

  We collapsed into a heap on the bed, our bodies dripping wet with bathwater and bubbles and sex. And somehow our lips found their way into a kiss, and she only pulled away to whisper.

  “I love you.”

  EPILOGUE | ONE YEAR LATER

  LIA

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned before I could stop myself. I planted a hand on the grass cloth bathroom wall, steadying myself as Benjamin thrusted into me from behind. I felt his heavy hand clamp over my mouth, silencing me as I climaxed, and I knew it was for the best; we shouldn’t be doing this here, we shouldn’t be doing this now. But even after a year together, we still had an insatiable need for each other.

  Benjamin grunted into my neck and we came together. His hand slid away from my mouth, gliding over my chest and squeezing through the thin fabric of my cocktail dress.

  I braced myself against the bathroom wall for several seconds, panting for breath as my body recovered. Benjamin’s chest pressed against me, and my heart swelled in my chest.

  “You’re incredible,” he whispered into my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin.

  “You’re not too bad yourself,” I said. I pulled my panties up and roll my skin-tight dress back down over my hips, then I turned to inspect Benjamin as he readjusts his suit.

  “Looking good,” I said, then add with a wink, “No one will guess you just had a quickie in the bathroom with your charity director.”

  “That’s too bad,” Benjamin lamented. “If they did, maybe they’d stop flirting with the boss’s girl.”

  “Jealous, Mr. Johnson?” I raised an eyebrow.

  “Protective,” he corrected me. “I like guarding what’s mine.”

  I smiled, letting him drop a kiss on my cheek before I twist the lock on the bathroom door.

  I adjusted my skirt one last time, then I slipped through the door. Luckily the marble corridor of the Johnson Hotel is empty, and nobody was there to witness my post-quickie exit stroll.

  Benjamin followed a few seconds later, and he catches up with me as I walked towards the ballroom of the Johnson Hotel.

  Tonight was a big night for both of us, and for multiple reasons.

  For a start, today marks the one-year anniversary of the day I handed in my official letter of resignation at Vivatin Day School. The decision to leave Vivatin was bittersweet, but Benjamin made it a bit easier to rip off the band aid when he offered me the position of Director of Operations at the Johnson Foundation, the hotel’s own in-house non-profit organization. I had spent so much time telling Benjamin how much I wanted to make a difference, and after a lot of listening (and giving it some careful consideration) he decided to give me the opportunity to change the world. One baby-step at a time.

  In the year that followed, I poured my heart and soul into the position. With the help of Johnson Foundation’s staff (and the funding of a billion-dollar company to back me up), I forged ahead with plans for a new charity. The idea was simple: I wanted to create a safe space for kids to go. Any kids, rich, poor, shifter, human, and everything in between. I wanted everyone to feel welcome. I wanted every kid to feel like they had a home away from home, and somewhere they could turn when they needed help or security. Or just a PB&J at the end of a hard day.

  We went back and forth about how to make this possible, and we kept hitting a snag on one logistical nightmare, where could we create these spaces? We had considered everything from leasing a vacant commercial property to setting up shop in an unused school classroom. When Harper heard us weighing pros and cons of our location options, she chimed in with a question of her own, why would we need to rent a space, when we already had so much of it?

  We had the answer to our problems right under our noses the whole time, the Johnson Hotels! The hotels had an abundance of free space, and after making a few calls, Benjamin confirmed that a conference room and kitchen had been cordoned off for us to use at the Shyft West. We got a design team in to redesign the space and make it more kid-friendly.

  To honor the inspiration behind this initiative, we decided to name the charity Harper’s Place. And tonight, we were celebrating the launch of our very first Harper’s Place location, right here in Charleston’s Syft West.

  This was just the beginning. Next month we’ll cut the ribbon on ten more Harper’s Place locations in other Johnson Hotels, and there are already talks to continue spreading throughout the nation, and eventually, beyond that.

  Harper has played a huge role in the charity, but she hasn’t let it all go to her head, in fact, she had managed to stay pretty humble. She will be graduating from kindergarten next week, and then she’ll be moving on to grade school. She couldn’t be more different from the shy little girl I first met at Vivatin Day, and I feel proud to be a part of her childhood.

  Benjamin gets some of the credit, too. He stepped up to the plate and readily accepted the responsibility of caring for Harper, and he never looked back. Harper’s mom, Celeste, got herself back into a specialty shifter program a few months ago, and she’s due to graduate to a shifter community soon. She hopes to be involved in Harper’s life someday, but for the time being she thinks it’s best that Benjamin and I continue to give Harper a stable and loving home.

  The three of us may have come together in an unconventional way, but we’re a family.

  And after tonight, the whole world will know it.

  Benjamin and I had kept our relationship under wraps for an entire year. This was largely due to office politics, we didn’t want to raise any red flags until Harper’s Place was up and off the ground. It was also an attempt to spare Harper and I both some of the tabloid scrutiny. Benjamin has kept a low profile for the last year, and we’re hoping that when we go public with our relationship tonight, the same night that we celebrate the opening of Harper’s Place, we’ll barely make a blip on the radar.

  Now, as we made our way towards the gala, I felt Benjamin’s hand wrap around mine and give a supportive squeeze.

  “Before we go in there,” he whispered, “There’s something I want to ask you.”

  I stopped walking and turned to face him. We’re just a few paces away from the party, and I could hear the pulse of music and chatter of the crowd on the other side of the wall.

  “I know this is a big night for you,” Benjamin said. “And I wanted to know… are you sure you want me to introduce you as my girlfriend tonight?”

  “What?” I frowned. “Of course I do, Benjamin! I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Why would you even ask me that?”

  “Well,” Benjamin said slowly, “I thought I might introduce you as something else…”

  “What?”

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he dropped to one knee and immediately I understood what was happening. My hands rushed to my mouth and I felt my stomach do cartwheels.

  “Lia Lewis,” he said, pulling a little black velvet box from his jacket pocket. “Can I please introduce you as my fiancée?”

  The box popped open an
d I saw a giant diamond sparkling inside.

  “Yes!” I squealed. He slid the ring onto my finger, and I threw my arms around his neck, and as much as I’d like to sneak back to the bathroom for round two, I know we have a gala to host first.

  Our first gala as the future Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.

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  All sexual activities depicted occur between consenting characters 18 years or older who are not blood related.

  Parts of this book were originally published as Doctor’s Fake Proposal by Nicole Elliot

  One

  Aiden

  “I can't believe you did it again,” my uncle said, his hands trembling from all of his pent-up rage. He was pacing again, I fucking hated when he paced. Reminded me of my father, all those years ago. My bear growled at the thought.

  “It wasn't that big of a deal.”

  He turned on me, I could see the veins pulsing in his temple. “It wasn't that big of a deal? Are you kidding me? You stole a boat! Not just any boat but the prized yacht of one of our biggest investors! And then you spent a night in jail when you got caught. Have you learned anything? Have I taught you anything? I have failed your parents Aiden. I failed them! And there's nothing that I can do to stop you this downward spiral of yours. Your bear is worse than Zion’s! Totally unpredictable.”

  I rolled my eyes. “This isn’t a downward spiral, don’t you treat me like I'm one of those Hollywood harlots on some drug addiction. I don't need to go to rehab.”

  “Are you sure? Because I'm not anymore. I should've left you in jail this time. See how you liked it.”

  “Fine leave me there. Let’s see how county likes it when I Change. And no, I don't need fucking rehab. I don't do drugs.” Okay so that wasn't completely true, but a few recreational activities here or there didn’t make me an addict. I wasn't about to explain that to him, especially when he was in this state. There was no hope in him. And there was no stopping the amount of complaints running straight at me.

  “What does that girl of yours say about all this? Was she with you last night?”

  Girl? Shit. That's right. At the last family dinner, something my uncle insists that we do every other week, I had lied and told him that I had gotten serious with a girl that I met in college. Totally bought into all the second chance shit. That we dated way back then and now we had rekindled our relationship. I have no idea how he bought that. It was the only way for me to get him to shut up about the fact that I refused to settle down. And now here it was, biting me in the ass. Why did my lies always catch up with me?

  “No, she wasn't there. She doesn’t know anything about this.” Wasn’t that the truth, because she didn’t fucking exist.

  “How doesn’t she know anything about this? Didn't you call her?”

  “No. You were my one phone call, in prison that's a real thing. It wasn’t like I was playing Candy Crush on my phone while I was sitting there waiting for six hours for you to come pick me up.”

  I watched as a small smile crossed his face. Of course, he had made me wait, that bastard. And there I was sitting in the drunk tank with some guy who was singing 80s ballads like it was his job. Not exactly my idea of a good Friday night. Sure the first half of been fun. I walked down to the dock with a bottle of Petron and I got myself drunk. And then I decided to drive a boat, one where I knew where the keys were. So what if he was an investor? I'm sure that he had done things in his youth that he could see that I needed a release, a moment away from it all.

  Hell, didn't I need a release.

  I hadn’t slept with a girl for at least two weeks, I think that was a new record for me. It was time to move on, Sasha, my real ex-girlfriend had ended it with me because she didn't think our relationship was “going anywhere”. I don't know what kind of bullshit that was but I was over her real fast. Except I hadn’t gotten any since. So instead I stole a yacht. It wasn't like I even really stole it. I knew the keys were, I only took a few miles out from the dock, and it wasn't like I could get anywhere anyway without a crew.

  Word of advice don't ride around on a 64-foot Catamaran by yourself. Everybody got their panties all up in a bunch about it, and the freaking Maritime police had to go and put me in the slammer for the night. I never did find out why rock ballad dude was in there, I'm guessing because his singing was that horrible.

  “I've had enough of this Aiden, your antics, your lawlessness.”

  “What is this the Wild West? I made one mistake!”

  He raised an eyebrow at me and I watched as his arms crossed his chest. He was in the navy suit, like always. Navy suit, red tie. My father always wore navy suits and robin's egg blue tie.

  And then there was me, I hated suits. It was one of the reasons I joined the Army. So I could get away from all of this, from the life that they wanted to build for me. I guess that's what happens when you're sixteen and your parents die in a helicopter crash. Find ways to move on. People to move on with.

  “You act like it is! Listen this is the last chance I'm giving you. While you use some of that military background you invested so much time into. You gave them ten years Aiden, why don’t you utilize some of your skills? Your brothers both do.”

  Oh here we go again. My angelic brothers Zion and Luke. The two doctors who worked at the small hospital our family owned and operated. Up in the mountains, away from, well everything. Though I couldn’t deny my bear wouldn’t have hated a few weeks away from the city.

  “What the hell does that mean? Is there somebody that you need shot?”

  Truth was, I was a good shot. But that wasn't what I was trained for.

  “No. I have a better idea. You use your medic skills. Aren’t you a doctor like your brothers?”

  I sighed heavily. “You know that I am. I finished med school as part of the Alpha Squad. Why?”

  “Because that's what you're going to do. You have one month, one month that you will completely dedicate yourself to the mountain hospital. For free, and you have one month to get that girlfriend of yours to agree to marry you. If you don't, I’m cutting you off.”

  My mouth dropped open. Could he even do that? All that money was willed to me in my parents’ estate. Sure, I had been spending a little bit since getting out of the service, but it wasn't his to take away. “What are you talking about?”

  “I'm going to put it in a trust. All of the money that was willed to you is shares within our shifter pharmaceutical company. It was one of the reasons that your parents wanted you all to become doctors. At least that part of what they wished for you came true, even if you went about it in different means than they were planning.” He was referring to the fact that I didn't end up at some Ivy Leagu
e school like Zion. Again, they died, I needed a new family. The military provided me that. I was different from my brothers, and that was fine by me.

  “So you want me to donate my medical knowledge? That doesn't just happen. I'm not just going to get some random free job for a month at the hospital.”

  “Sure you are. I'm on the board, I can get you any job I want to. Maybe I should have you start as a nurse, clean bedpans for your indiscretions?”

  My blood was boiling underneath my skin, my bear prowling back and forth. How dare he do this to me? “And my girlfriend? You think I can just make this happen out of thin air? She’s human, you know. They don’t do stuff like this to their families.”

  “According to you at our last dinner, it's quite serious. She may actually like it if you propose, show her and me that you’re ready to settle down and start acting like an adult.”

  Fuck. Not only did I just get assigned the job that I would never want, but now I had to find a girlfriend, hell a fiancé. I sat in that gray office as the rain slid down the window outside I looked over the city. How the hell was I going to make it through the next thirty days?

  Two

  Molly

  I curled my hair around my index finger just as I did every time I was nervous. It wasn't something I noticed in myself, but my sister, Julia, always noticed and pointed it out.

  “What's wrong?”

  “What do you mean? Nothing is wrong.”

  “Well, you're sweating for one. Two you've got the curly haired thing going on, and three you are pounding on that keyboard so loud that I'm sure neighbors upstairs can hear you. So again, what's wrong?”

  Stupid big sisters, they always called you out on your shit. “Fine, you know the new security system for the law firm? I want to make sure that our client's files are as secure as possible. I mean without that why would they come to us? You know that discretion is our biggest attribute of the company. But I keep getting denied access to some of my codes. It doesn’t make any sense because I built the system, I have access to everything! I just don't understand why I'm getting locked out.”