A Secret Baby for the Shifter (Stonybrooke Shifters)

by Leela Ash

  “I love you Michael. I think I have loved you since we met.”

  It wasn’t exactly the most spontaneous profession of love that he had ever heard, but it was all he had wanted. He had just needed to hear her say it. Mike bent his head down and kissed her softly on the lips, tasting her as his tongue entwined with hers. He finally, mercifully began to move his hips against hers, gently at first, but steadily gaining momentum as their passion was finally set free.

  Jessa’s arms wound around his neck and she pulled her chest up to him, as he held her to him with a hand on her ass as he supported some of his weight with the other outstretched arm. The whole time his hips increased the tempo, beginning to slam against her, his cock pushing deeper with each thrust.

  “I love you Jessa, I have wanted to say that for so long now…”

  As she finally fully surrendered her heart and her body to him, she allowed the relief and the feel of him deep inside of her to build until she hardly stand it. Her whole body exploded as she shut her eyes even more tightly so she could just feel the moment. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and she held him in place as she convulsed around him. Deep sounds of satisfaction and relief escaped her lungs as her body finally began to go limp beneath him.

  Mike pushed back and sat back to his knees. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her body towards him. She squealed and then moaned as he re-entered her as her thighs went again around his waist. Whatever control he had managed to draw upon earlier was gone, perhaps freed along with his ability to finally just completely be himself, knowing at last how she felt about him.

  He drove her down onto him as she bounced on his rigid staff once again, feeling herself stretched around his length. They quickly fell into a rhythm as Jessa began to come down on him with a force to match his upward thrusts. Soon they were both feeling the growing pressure of imminent release. As they each sensed the other getting closer and closer to the “little death” the feelings grew inside of them exponentially until he was exploding inside of her with a gasp even as her body once again released a torrent of fluids as she gripped him in a fresh wave of convulsing pleasure. Her hands gripped the sheets beside her as her body writhed. He released her legs and they fell to the mattress around him. Jessa breathed in heavy breaths of air, unable to stop the shivering down her spine. It was so intense for her that she actually thought for a moment that she might pass out. When Mike finally slid out of her, her legs went together and she curled onto her side, her head nuzzled up against him.

  Mike lay down next to her, caressing her hair and kissing the top of her head, even as the sheets finally fell from the bed completely, almost as if they too, had had enough and were now completely sated. Michael’s heavy breathing and steady strong heart beat began to calm as he moved to spoon her from behind. His hand cupped one of her tits and she moaned softly as the fingers could help but play with her hard nipples. Jessa’s ass pushed back against him almost involuntarily. His cock was again rising again for more.

  “If you don’t stop Jessa, we aren’t going to get any sleep at all.”

  Jessa giggled and moved back against him, feeling his rod pushing between her thighs and slipping against her wetness. He was already fully hard again and though Jessa was fully satisfied, she realized her body wanted more. It was as if they had both come out of the desert and stumbled upon an oasis. They would drink their fill, both to make up for the long drought they had endured, as well as to store up for whatever history told them the future might hold.

  She sat up and kissed him on his lips as she looked down at him. Her body settled on top of him once again, positioning her wet heat right above him.

  “Who says I don’t want any more Mike?”

  Jessa grabbed him in her hand, as she guided him inside her again, even as she pushed down slowly onto his length. She made it almost all the way down before her eyes fluttered shut and she felt complete and filled once again. Her hands braced herself against his hairy chest as she began to move ever so slowly on top of him. Mike let out a groan as he watched her work him inside of her, pivoting her hips in an increasing tempo, even as she rubbed her clit against his body. Jessa moaned and sat tall, taking him deeper once again, while simultaneously offering him a view of his cock as it parted her lips and entered her. His hands were drawn to her jiggling breasts, as he set to squeezing and massaging the tender skin.

  “Mmm, suck on them Mike.”

  Jessa bent down, her hands going to either side of his head. She lowered her tits to his face, rubbing them against his short beard. It tickled her skin as she moved faster, her chest bouncing across his cheeks. He was happy to acquiesce to her demand as he took her nipples into his mouth in turn, suckling them and feeling Jessa respond to the pleasure of his attentions.

  “God yes, Mmmm.”

  Jessa started to groan louder, as she again ground her hips against his as her body started to shake. Michael could feel her juices flowing around his cock as he pushed deeper inside. He was almost sore by now as his hands went to her waist and he thrust up, taking both of their breaths away in the process. Jessa’s body was slackening from the powerful climax.

  “I can’t Mike, oh God, it is so tender.”

  “Let me finish what you started Jess.”

  The man lifted her up off of him like she weighed nothing rolled her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach even as Mike was behind her, pulling her ass up before she could stop him, not that she wanted to. Michael groaned at the sight of her beckoning pussy and quickly pushed inside of her soft wetness once more. He slammed in from behind, pushing Jessa’s face down into the mattress as he began to release the last of the pent up sexuality he had been suppressing for so long.

  Her utterances were barely more than animal sounds at this point as she accepted his sex into her in this most primal of positions. She buried her face in the comforter to muffle her cries. Even as she surrendered gratefully to his strength, her body moved back to meet each one of his hard strokes. Finally she began to slow down, even as the man rutting inside of her went faster and harder. She lifted her head up and almost begged for him to release inside of her. She was completely spent and couldn’t take any more.

  “Please come Mike.”

  She squeezed her quim tight, suffocating his shaft and pushing him to his own end. A few more pumps and he was bellowing out his own pleasure deep inside her. Even as his seed came in hot spurts inside of her, he collapsed on top of her panting as he caressed her sweat slick back with the minimal effort he could manage.

  They lay entangled for a moment before Michael pulled out again. By now they were both exhausted and sore, and extremely satisfied.

  “Oh my God Jessa, I think I’m going to pass out.”

  “Well good, ‘cause I think we both need to. I need to get back to my own bed and get some sleep.”

  Michael had a look of mock hurt on his face as he grabbed her and pulled her body back to his.

  “Can’t you stay with me tonight Jessa? What happened to no more running away?”

  Jessa pushed against his large chest and then gently chided him.

  “I’m not running away, okay? I love you, remember.”

  With that she kissed his forehead and he kissed hers.

  “Well I guess it would be ok if I stayed with you a little while longer. I just want to get back in my bed before Shane wakes up, ok?”

  “Whatever you say my queen. I am your humble servant.”

  She giggled contentedly as his lips met hers. He had been joking but he also meant every word. He would do whatever he had to make her happy – and to keep her safe.

  ***

  Billy, Marshal and Jimmy waited on the bottom of the hill, looking up at the house that held the woman they had been tracking for weeks. They waited until the sounds in the house died down to plot their next move. Better to let them fall asleep.

  “Fuck I thought that would never end. You sure you don’t want to keep her around for a while?”

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sp; Marshal nodded, agreeing with Jimmy. Every one of the men had a hard knot from overhearing the two of them going at it.

  “Would you two shut up!? I don’t want them to know we are coming. He was not thrilled with the idea of the men doing any more than what had to be done, but he also knew that to keep his men happy, he sometimes had to allow them to express certain of their urges.

  “I bet Chase was trying to tap that ass when she got over on him.”

  “Of course he was,” Billy said. What he didn’t say, but only thought, was that the whole thing was pretty fitting. It was a shame that she had to be punished. He almost admired her. There had actually been times that he had thought he would have to deal with Chase’s less savory “habits” himself. He also wasn’t thrilled that in all likelihood the man in there with her was Michael. He was another one he liked. But what had to be done had to be done.

  “Well unless you want to end up like him, get your head out of your ass.”

  The three men walked up the side of the hill to the little house and waited. They had finally tracked them to the house just before nightfall, so they had not even laid eyes on them. They knew they were in there, but they were still unsure of exactly who they were up against. As things quieted down the only question was whether to strike now or perhaps wait for the morning so they could first get a better look at their prey before they struck.

  THE END

  Finding Love in a Dark World: Book 3

  Cynthia Wilde

  Copyright ©2015 by Cynthia Wilde. All rights reserved.

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  1

  “Are you guys ready to go?”

  Marshal and Jimmy nodded their heads. It had been several hours since the last sound had come from the house. Billy wanted to make sure that they were asleep, but he was also feeling more and more like he wanted to turn around. It wasn’t going to end well no matter what happened, and there was still the issue of the kid. He didn’t want the boy to get into the middle of all of that kind of bloodshed. He was his own boy's best friend. It was the inevitable though, and Billy knew that if they went in that house, there would be consequences. He didn’t know what kind they would be, but knew that either way, they wouldn’t be good.

  They were there for all of the right reasons, but despite the pact he had made so long ago to avenge his friend’s death, he had to admit that there was more to the story. Jessa had defended herself against Chase. He knew that she had a reason and had been more than likely defending herself, but he couldn’t just let it go. Even if he physically could, the people he had rallied around him were not going to let it happen. Marshal and Jimmy were part of the reason that he was outside of the damaged home in the woods.

  Billy reminded himself that it had to be done and looked at the two eager faces looking back at him. He could see the gleam in their eyes and he knew that they were beyond the point of calling it off. They were there for their own reasons, and Billy’s mind went to the sounds that had made the men even lustier than before.

  “Let’s do this. Marshal and Jimmy, go through the back. I'm going to go through the front.” Billy moved towards the door while the other two slunk around to the back of the small cottage. The man’s heart was beating hard in his chest and he wished that he had never gone away from his woman and child. But he was there and he had to make it work somehow. There had to be revenge, no matter how ugly it might get.

  The door was locked when he got to it and his hands went to his jean pockets to find his knife. The night was so quiet that he could hear the sound of the metal pieces jingling in his pocket. Everything seemed amplified and he stopped where he stood when he thought he heard something.

  There was a loud bang from behind the house and then the sound of fighting. He heard his friend Jimmy scream and then there was an eerie silence. Billy was frozen in place. He should have gone ahead to see what was going on, but there was a cold fear that ran through him. Billy needed to get out of there. Fast. He was terrified about going into that house, and his worst fears were confirmed when he heard another scream that wasn’t Marshal or Jimmy. Something may have happened to the child, and he was to blame. Not only that, but he knew what Jessa could do and didn’t want to be around when she found out that he had orchestrated the attack.

  Billy ran. He was ashamed of himself for doing it, but all he could think about was saving himself. He didn’t know if his friends were alive or dead, but he was not going to be a casualty. That was all that he knew.

  His chest was tight and there were sharp pains in his side because he had been running for so long. Billy held his breath for a moment, trying to tell if he had been followed or not, but it was simply impossible over the slamming of his heart in his chest. He had narrowly escaped the bloodshed, but knew that he had to get some distance between the house and himself. If what he thought happened had happened, there was no way that he wanted to cross paths with them again.

  He looked back one last time at the cottage in the distance and he could hear yelling and see people scrambling over the yard. There was no joy in the painful wails that he heard. There was nothing but fear in his heart and he could have sworn that there was someone that stopped in the yard and was looking his way. Billy tried to assure himself that he was just being paranoid, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Jessa knew it was all his fault. And if she didn’t yet, she would know soon enough, she would be coming for him. That was one thing that Billy was sure about.

  ***

  Chaos was the only way that Jessa could describe what was going on around her. She had heard Michael shouting and then he was scuffling with someone. She had barely registered the intruder when another man jumped him from behind. Milo was smacked down twice as he tried his best to stop the dark-haired man who was smashing Mike in the face. Michael was strong and virile, but there were two men on him at once and he just couldn’t physically overpower them.

  Jessa called out to him, afraid for his life. When the attacker looked over at her, she instantly knew who they were and why they were there. Billy’s cronies were there because of what she had done at the settlement. Her cry had pulled Michael’s attention as well. When his attention was taken away from the fight, Mike was hit from behind with something large. She heard a sickening thud and Michael fell to the ground. Her heart hammered in her chest, unsure of how badly hurt he might be. Jessa tried to get to him and quickly found herself in her own tussle.

  Before she was able to get a handle on the situation, Shane came out of his room, sleepy and confused. She was powerless as Marshal lifted her son and grinned down at her with his prize. She was completely helpless as he sneered at her.“Now what are you going to do Jessa?”

  She ordered him to put down her son, but the man just dangled him in front of her. It soon wouldn’t make a difference, and she was relieved to see that Michael had defeated his attacker and was making his way toward Marshal, who was whipping the boy around as if he were just a rag doll.. When he saw Michael, Marshal pushed the small boy to the side and Jessa watched in horror as her son’s head hit the hard wooden beam on the side of the room and crumpled to the ground. She didn’t remember much after that, and Milo and Mike watched in awe as she blacked out in fury, her body taking over to finish the job. She didn’t stop until neither one of the intruders were breathing. Michael had to hold her back from during further damage to the bodies. She was out of it and ended up hitting him in the chest as tears ran down her face. She was mad at him, mad at herself.

  Going back to her son, she tried to revive him, but he wasn’t responding. Jessa was heartbroken and so consumed with fear and rage that she didn’t even notice that her head was bleeding. She didn’t know how any of this had happened, but she was angry at the world. “Go out there and make sure there isn’t any more o
f them. I want them all dead.”

  Michael looked at her strangely and then did as she asked. Cradling her son in her arms, she laid him out on the bed. He was still breathing, but his breaths were shaky and shallow, and it seemed like she was on the brink of losing him. There were no hospitals to go to and she didn’t even have any herbs, though she knew that they wouldn’t have helped anyway. It wasn’t a cut or cold that he had, but a head wound. There was a lump on the back of his head and she cursed the men who were responsible. She knew that Billy was behind it.

  The men came back in from outside and she could tell there was no one else out there. Michael grabbed the arms of one of the guys on the floor and Milo grabbed his legs. They struggled to get him out of the house while Jessa just looked on in a daze. She felt like she wasn’t actually there, just watching everything happen slowly around her from above herself. Her son still hadn’t moved and Jessa knew that it was going to take some time for him to wake up.. If he ever would.

  She was torn between the need to get her revenge and her need to stay and wait for Shane to get better. Michael had seen someone in the distance, but the next minute they were gone and he couldn’t be sure. Jessa knew in her gut that it was Billy.

  “I want you to go find him, Michael. Find him and end him. It’s Billy. I know it is and he doesn’t get to live.”

  Michael was shocked and looked into her eyes, hoping there was a little give in them, but there wasn’t. He didn’t want to leave her alone. They were still close to the city and though she had been fine on her own before him. It didn’t make it any easier to think about leaving her alone with a hurt child. “Do you really want me to go now?”