by Riley Moreno
“Larry Leibowitz,” the man said extending a clean hand, “I’m the mechanic in this town so if you ever have any car trouble you just bring it down to my shop down the road there,” he pointed out the diner door.
“Sonya Blackpaw,” she said squeezing his hand once then letting go. She stopped herself from wiping her hand on a napkin. “I’m a vet.”
And she was too. She was great with animals, just not her human peers.
“Well you’ve come to the right place,” he grinned, “lots of animals around here. Some tame, but mostly wild,” he placed his hand on her knee.
Sleazy McGee leered at Sonya and placed her eggs on the table. Sonya crossed her legs, displacing Larry’s hands from her knee and stuck in to her breakfast. She shoveled it down real quick.
‘Fuckers.’
“Can you tell me where Maple Road is?” she asked Larry, who seemed the more harmless of the two. “I need to get to 14 Maple Road.”
“You’re a friend of Diesel?” Larry asked with large eyes.
“Yes,” Sonya said with a bright smile. Her plan was working perfectly. ‘Gimme all the dirt on him, boys.’ “What’s he like in Shifter Grove? Back home he used to be quite a ladies man.”
“Who Diesel?” Sleazy asked. “That’s news. I thought he was as queer as they come.”
“Well I wouldn’t say that,” Larry interjected. “He’s a fun guy, just likes to keep his private life private.”
“And why is that if not because he’s gay,” Sleazy shot back.
“Oh he’s not gay,” Sonya said. “Believe me.”
And they looked at her as if they did, imagining things they’d like to do to her that Diesel had probably done loads of times.
“So, you here for a reunion?” Sleazy asked and Sonya wanted to pitch her fork at his eyes.
“We’ll see,” she said finishing off her toast. “So where is it?”
Armed with directions to Diesel’s house Sonya drove off, leaving the Pig Out Diner and its pigs behind her.
Chapter Three
Tiger Bite
Rex had lost her scent. He nursed a beer in his hand at a seedy club. The smell of beer and cigarette smoke perfumed the air, the sound of hysterical laughter and loud music deafened him to his own thoughts.
‘That bitch better hide somewhere I can’t find her,’ he thought sneering, ‘because if I do I’ll skin her alive.’
“Hey handsome,” the woman with the red mouth said, “why so grumpy?” She pressed up against him, her silicon breasts nice pert and in his face. “I can turn that frown upside down if you want,” she trailed a hand along his thigh, grazing his crotch and giggling when she felt the size of his bulge.
“Run along sweetheart,” he growled in her ear. “I eat girls like you for breakfast.”
“Oh,” she whimpered her eyes big round saucers. “Maybe you can have breakfast for dinner,” she said and giggled again. She was drunk and oblivious to danger.
“You’d like that would you?” Rex said slipping his hand underneath her dress, grinning wide as she buckled against him, her panties wet and warm. ‘This should take the edge off.’
“Yes,” the girl said cupping the crotch of his jeans in her hands.
Rex pulled her out of the club and walked her to end of the parking lot where he’d parked his car. He lifted the girl and pushed her down on the hood of his car and ripped her dress off.
“This is too public,” the girl protested, some sense struggling through the drunken haze. “I don’t want to do this,” she said pushing against his chest, her eyes darting around for a way out.
“Too late, bitch,” Rex said pushing his cock in to the fabric of her panties till they tore and he entered her. She yowled in pain. “No one says no to me.”
He clamped her mouth shut with one hand and thrust in to her hard and quick and bit in to her creamy breasts till he climaxed. He wiped his cock with her dress, pulled up his jeans and unlocked his Mustang.
The whimpering girl fell off of his moving car when he swerved out of the lot on to the main road. ‘I’m coming to get you Sonya. And I’m going to fuck you bad!’
Chapter Four
Dirty Deeds
The cabin was spacious with a porch swing and a BBQ grill. There were no flowers growing in pots, no cushions on the swing and no rug to add a certain homey feel to it and Sonya figured the cabin had never seen a woman’s touch.
‘I’d paint that door a bright blue,’ she thought as she parked her car behind the black pickup truck in the drive. The gables were painted a wilted green but it looked like an ancient job. ‘I hope the inside’s less disappointing.’
The cabin door opened and a man peered out at her.
‘Holy mother!’ Sonya thought. ‘Did I hit the jackpot or what?’
Diesel Wake was a tall drink of water with broad shoulders and muscular arms. Dark haired, blue eyed with the face meant for a Greek god, Sonya didn’t know whether to kiss him first or straight up jump his bones.
‘I hope the pipes work fine,’ she waved and got a hesitant wave back. The man was obviously confused and for a moment she wondered if she’d made a mistake and it was 16 Maple Road or not even Maple Road at all.
“Hi,” she called. “I’m Sonya. I answered your ad on Craigslist.”
“What?” the man named Diesel said and Sonya thrilled at the deep baritone. “I don’t remember posting one.”
“Really?” Sonya said. “Is this 14 Maple Road?” she asked checking through her phone.
“Yes,” Diesel said a look of sudden realization coming in to his face. “Oh crap, wait.” He rushed inside the house and Sonya walked up the porch and followed him inside. It was just as disappointing as she thought it would be.
A boring green couch in front of a boring big-assed TV, the bare walls a forgettable grey and an empty bookshelf. There was a bulky PC on a desk in one corner of the room. It looked like something out of the 90’s. Diesel was clicking away at the keys on his keyboard and staring at the screen like a man possessed.
“Shit,” he said.
“Found it?” Sonya asked grinning down at him. He just looked horrified.
“I was drunk,” he said. “This is a mistake. I’m sorry.”
“I left my job,” Sonya said her face crestfallen. “I had this huge garage sale and sold all my stuff! I don’t even have a place to go back to!” She was pleased that this tirade was having the desired effect. Diesel was as pale as the white horse of the apocalypse.
“I’m so sorry,” he stammered. “I guess you can stay here for a while.”
“Thank you,” Sonya said wiping a rogue tear from her eye. ‘That will give me enough time to wrap you around my finger,’ she thought. ‘I could use a man like you around the house to keep Rex away.’
“I’ll help you with your things,” Diesel followed her to her car and helped carry her bags. “There’s only one room,” he said apologetically. Sonya didn’t respond but her eyes got dewy. “I guess I could take the couch.”
“Thank you,” Sonya gave him a sweet smile. “You’re awfully sweet. Are you sure you didn’t really want a girlfriend?”
Diesel turned crimson but didn’t reply.
“You have a nice house,” Sonya said.
“Thanks,” Diesel said and led her to the back in to his room. The space was dominated by a large unmade bed and a small bedside table. There was a wardrobe overflowing with T-shirts and boxer briefs. Sonya sat on the foot of the bed, bouncing a little to check how comfy it was; she caught Diesel watching her jiggling breasts.
“That’s the bathroom over there,” he pointed and Sonya opened the door. It was large and the only space in the house that looked like money had been spent on it. There was a hot tub in front of a large bay window with a magnificent view.
‘I can picture myself sipping Champaign while I soak in that tub,’ she thought.
“There’s only one so we’re going to have to share,” Diesel said.
“I don’t mind,�
�� Sonya said silkily. “I mean I did come over here to share.”
Diesel swallowed hard.
“I should go in to town and get some groceries.”
“Okay.”
“Make yourself at home,” he hesitated as if remembering.
“Sonya,” she supplied.
“Yes. I’m Diesel Wake,” he held out a large hand.
“Diesel,” she said taking it and felt the stirrings of a large jungle cat in his touch. ‘A Were! Oh this is delicious!’
“I’ll see you in a while,” he said.
Sonya watched him back out of the drive. She’d be ready for him when he came back because she had decided that she liked Diesel Wake and that she was going to seduce him till he was madly in love with her.
‘And then I’m going to sort this place out!’ she thought running a finger over the sagging couch.
Chapter Five
Red Heat
Diesel couldn’t believe his moronic luck. He didn’t know whether to quit drinking to spite his drunk self or to go on another drunken binge because man’o’man did he land a beauty. Diesel had had a hard time hiding his bulging erection in all the time he’d spent in her company. It was true he hadn’t been laid in over six months but living with Sonya for a week would give him blue balls.
He carried the groceries in both his arms and shoved the front door open with his shoulders. He placed the bulging bags on the kitchen counter, his ears pricked to catch any sound of her approach but the cabin was oddly quiet as if he were alone. He tip toed to the room but it was empty; he saw that she had made the bed and unpacked most of her clothes and that her bras and panties were mixed with his own underwear in the wardrobe.
Diesel placed a suppressing hand on his rising cock.
He knocked on the bathroom door but there was no reply. He turned the knob and pushed the door open.
Sonya stood naked in the middle of the bathroom toweling her hair, her back to Diesel. Her creamy thighs were topped with the most luscious ass Diesel had ever seen; nice and round inviting a diligent spanking till she was wet between the legs.
“You can come in,” Sonya said and Diesel froze. He wanted to run but it was suddenly physically impossible. He watched, paralyzed, as Sonya turned, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her lips, her caramel colored hair brushing the pink tips of her full heavy breasts, her nipples hard and flecked with droplets of water.
Diesel’s cock was pressing hard against his jeans, pleading to be let out and in her. Sonya came closer and he could smell her, soap and lavender but also the musk from her pussy. He could feel her heat. She cupped his bulging jeans.
“Poor baby,” she cooed and unbuttoned and unzipped him. He shuddered as her hands took hold of his throbbing cock, shallow breathing leaving his lips as she began to stroke him, up and down, up and down. “Let me kiss it better,” Sonya said and knelt down in front of him, her large hazel eyes never leaving his as she kissed the tip of his cock, then licked it before devouring him whole.
He was weak in the knees by the time she got back up, her breasts pressing against his chest.
“Did you like that?” she asked with guileless eyes and Diesel grunted as he picked her up and threw her on the bed.
“The ad said you must like it rough,” he grunted taking his shirt off. “Do you mind if I test that out.”
“I don’t mind at all,” she said turning her back to him so he could squeeze her ass, stroke his cock between the cheeks and then spank her till her skin was an angry red and she was clutching the sheets and whimpering. Diesel stuck two fingers inside her and felt how wet she was.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said whispering in her ear, not waiting for her reply as he plunged deep inside her from behind. Sonya’s back arched and Diesel took hold of her breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers as he thrust in to her. Sonya leaned back and kissed him, her tongue grazing his and he bucked as he released inside her.
Diesel had had countless one night stands where he had wanted to fuck someone very badly but didn’t want them around once the deed was done. Sonya was different. He didn’t think he’d ever have enough of her; he wanted to know more about her, to run his fingers through her hair and kiss that small scar on the back of her ear just before the hairline.
Diesel was quickly falling in love and he feared that a girl like Sonya deserved better.
“Why’d you answer the ad?” he asked lying next to her as the sun started its descent to the western horizon.
“What do you mean?” Sonya asked tracing her fingers through his chest hair.
“I didn’t mention anything about myself,” he said sitting up on one arm and looking at her, “I just demanded a few random things and said nothing about who I was. I could have been a psycho!”
“Are you?” she asked arching an eyebrow.
“No.”
“Well there you go.”
“You know what I mean,” he said not backing down like she obviously wanted him to. “Why are you here Sonya?” he needed to know that his hunch was right; he wasn’t that lucky that God would send him this girl as an apology for the life he had lead.
“I’m hiding,” she finally said.
“From what?” Diesel asked his worst fear confirmed. She wasn’t here for him.
“Not what, whom,” she said and sighed, “My ex-boyfriend. He’s a Weretiger; and yes I know you know what that means; I’m not stupid. Shifter Grove? All these houses in the woods with at least a three mile distance between each? I know this town is full of Shifters and I really don’t care. I keep my door locked at night.”
“So why is he after you?” Diesel asked. “Did you steal something from him?” He wished he hadn’t said that; she was looking daggers at him.
“No, I did not steal anything,” she snapped. “I saw him. He’s a construction worker but I didn’t know he was taking contracts to kill people on the side. I saw him rip a man’s throat out in Central Park one night. I knew it was him, God, I’ve seen him transform so many times not to know him. Plus who ever heard of tigers in Central Park!”
“Okay,” Diesel said. “So you came here because you think he’s going to kill you?”
“I don’t think,” she said, “I know!”
“And you think you’ll be safe here?” Diesel asked looking down at her limpid eyes.
“I know you’re a Shifter,” she said tracing a scar that ran the length of his torso, “I know you’ll keep me safe.”
Diesel didn’t know what to say but he was saved from that inadequacy by her full lips kissing his.
Chapter Six
Offensive Measures
Sonya stretched lazily in the warm sheets. Her feet stretched wide but the bed was empty. She opened her eyes but Diesel was nowhere to be found. She wrapped a sheet around her and walked out in search of him. He wasn’t in the kitchen, he wasn’t in the study or the living room but the back door was open and she stepped out on the tickling grass to find Diesel setting up the cans of Red Bull she’d left in her car on a low fence about a hundred yards away from the house.
“Morning!” Sonya called and Diesel lifted a hand in greeting. Sonya walked closer, her feet wet from the dew. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Setting up targets for you to practice with,” he said looking up at her and squinting because the sun was in his eyes. “Do you know how to shoot?”
“Nope,” she said.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” he got up and came to stand next to her. He was wearing sweatpants and nothing else, his muscles rippling with every move he made. “We’ll practice after breakfast.”
“Don’t you have a job?” Sonya asked wrinkling her nose in a teasing manner.
“I do,” he said grinning down at her. “It’s to protect and serve. I’m the Sheriff.”
“Woah,” Sonya laughed. “I sure picked the right man to sleep with!”
“It’s a cushy job, I have one deputy and we usually swing by the office around
noon. Nothing ever happens in Shifter Grove,” he said blushing. “At least not in the day time but they wanted me to have it because of my experience in the Navy.”
“Stop,” Sonya said laughing harder. “Oh, this is too good to be true! I feel like I just won the lottery!”
“I’m also a Werepanther,” he said giving her a sly grin and she clutched her stomach to stop laughing, the sheet slipping from her breasts but she didn’t care; who was around to see her? “And I love your breasts,” Diesel said taking Sonya by the waist and pulling her up against him. He kissed her hard and she kissed him back. She felt ridiculously attracted to him.
He made love to her under the open sky and Sonya had never felt more alive. She knew nobody was around for miles but she felt an intense thrill just the same. ‘God, I want to be fucked like this always!’ she thought her hips rocking to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper inside her.
Sonya didn’t bother putting clothes on and neither did Diesel. They had breakfast sitting on the kitchen floor, feeding each other, eating off each other and finally succumbing to the undeniable attraction and making love on the kitchen floor. Sonya felt like a horny teenager, she couldn’t keep her hands off of Diesel.
It took her a few shots but she soon mastered the gun he gave her. It veered a little to the left and she could feel the kickback deep in her shoulder but after six shots she shot a can off the fence and she was delighted.
“I think you’re nearly ready to take on any man,” Diesel said taking the gun from her after she’d fired of a few more cans. “There’s a shooting range in Waterville. I’ll take you there tomorrow so you can get some real practice.”
“First date?” she teased and he grinned.
“You bet,” he said.
Chapter Seven
Scent of a Woman
Rex sat on a park bench. The remains of his lunch were sitting precariously on top of the trashcan which hadn’t been emptied in days. He rubbed his tired face, the bristles on his jaw itchy and unkempt. He hadn’t showered in days and he stank of jungle cat; any slayer could smell him from miles if they lived in a trashy place like Waterville.