by T. S. Ryder
At the next table, she heard a man cough in a conspicuous way. When she glanced at him, he muttered “Freak” under his breath, and glared at Parker before looking away.
Was this something that happened often? She knew there was a lot of shifter hate in the world, but she had never really seen it in action before.
She looked at Parker and he lifted his shoulder. “Not everyone is a fan.”
When she looked around more closely, she noticed a few glares from people at tables nearby, or they’d look away quickly to avoid her stare. She guessed she had said rather loudly that he was a shifter, and maybe that was a mistake.
“Sorry,” she said in almost a whisper. “I didn’t realize. I guess I was a little loud.”
He gave her a half smile. “It’s okay. I’m used to it.”
“I’m not.” She put down her fork and glared back at the woman at the table beside them. The woman’s face turned pink.
The man who had muttered “Freak” gave her a snarl and said to his date, “We need to find a new restaurant.”
Destiny’s blood was instantly hot. And when she got mad, she didn’t hold back. “Oh? Why is that?” she asked him, loudly.
He looked surprised that she was talking to him.
She continued. “Is it because you’re such a prejudice ass that you can’t handle being around people who are different than you?”
Her emotional reaction wasn’t helped by her own experiences with racism and sexism. Seemed like some people still couldn’t handle interracial couples and apparently, they couldn’t handle shifters, either. She was glad to know that shifters were strong and fearless, and often protective defenders.
The man ignored her and started talking to his date about football. She glared for another instant, then brought her gaze back to Parker. He was sitting back, his arms crossed, a smirk on his face.
“What?” she asked.
“Impressive.”
She shrugged. “I can’t stand judgmental assholes.” She said it loud enough that the man would certainly hear her.
Parker chuckled. “I guess I need to make sure I always have my gun on me when I’m with you. Who knows what sort of trouble that mouth might get us into.”
She couldn’t tell if this bothered him or not. “Sorry,” she muttered.
He leaned closer and whispered, “I’m looking forward to seeing what else that mouth can do.”
Her face flushed and she bit her lip.
“Want to get out of here?” he asked.
She nodded fervently.
Once he’d paid, he took her hand and they walked out. She stopped in the middle of the parking lot and turned to him.
She put her mouth to his ear. “I want to see you shift.”
“Okay.”
He took her on a narrow path into the woods. When they were out of sight of the restaurant and the public, he pulled his shirt over his head.
“I’d rather not shred my clothes if that’s okay.”
She gave him a flirtatious smile and turned her back to give him privacy. Though she wanted badly to see him unclothed.
“Ready?” he asked.
When she turned back, he was naked, holding his hands over his crotch to cover himself. But every one of his muscles was visible. She took her time appreciating him before she nodded.
Then she watched as he grew thick hair and bent forward, his back rising high and his limbs growing shorter and thicker. When the change was complete, he sat down, a huge black bear just relaxing in the woods.
She walked closer, hesitantly, and put her hand out to stroke his shoulder. She petted him like a dog, and he let out a rumbling sound like a cat purring. He nudged his cold nose against her hand.
A grin stretched across her face. “Thanks for showing me.”
He moved back from her a few feet and then began shrinking, his hair receding back into skin as he changed back.
“Wow.” She shook her head and smiled.
“Did that scare you?”
“No. But it did turn me on.”
Parker put his jeans on, but before he could get his shirt over his head, he pulled her close and kissed her hard.
By the end of the night, only one thing bothered her. How in the world would she choose between two amazing men? Jaxon and Parker were both smoking hot adventurous bad boys, and into the things she liked. They were both exactly what she wanted. After all these years of not finding a decent man, she now had two incredible men to choose from. But greedily, she wanted them both.
Chapter Six
“You are not going to believe what I’m about to tell you.” Destiny picked up a shirt and held it to her, then put it back on the rack.
Ava put her hand on her hip. “I’m still waiting to hear about these dates.”
“I know. That’s what I’m saying. You ready to be shocked?”
“You slept with them both.”
Destiny playfully shoved her shoulder. “Not yet.” She leaned in closer and dropped her voice. “They’re both shifters. The whole site is a shifter dating site.”
“What!”
“I know, can you believe it?”
“Why in the world would you get on a site like that?” Her tone sounded harsh and Destiny took a step back.
“I didn’t know it was, but I like it. They’re exactly what I want.”
“You want to date some wild animal that could suddenly maul you to death at any time?” she hissed.
“It’s not like that.” Her own tone was getting sharp.
Ava shook her head. “You better end it with them both or you’ll be in for a world of pain.”
“How can you be like that?”
“Like what?”
“So ignorant and judgmental.”
“Destiny. You are dating two guys who are highly dangerous. I’m just looking out for you. What happens if things do get hotter with them, but you don’t want to? You won’t be able to stop them.”
Destiny’s words were a hard whisper. “Being a shifter does not make them rapists! They have complete control over the change. It’s not what you think and you’re being a total bitch.”
“Oh.” Ava put her hands back on her hips and glared at her. “You’re really going to go there?”
Destiny crossed her arms and glared back. “I’d think, being an African American woman yourself, you’d have a lot less prejudice of others.”
“Not when they might eat my friend.”
“Okay, you know what?” Destiny set down the items she had been considering purchasing. “We’re done here.”
She turned from Ava and stormed out of the store.
Days went by and she hadn’t heard a thing from her best friend. In all the years they’d known each other, how had Destiny not realized how Ava felt about shifters? She felt stupid for even being her friend and she was not going to be the one to apologize. She hadn’t been the one to start the fight. Ava would just have to realize that she’d been wrong and come to say she was sorry.
The fight with Ava didn’t keep Destiny from seeing Jaxon and Parker again. She found herself getting on the site less and less. What was the point when she already had two men who were into her, who she found completely amazing? Throughout the day, she kept up conversations with both of them over text and in the last week, she’d seen each of them again.
Now she had third dates planned with them both, and she was ready to take the next step. But she’d never dated two men at the same time before. Was it wrong to sleep with them both? Wasn’t like they were exclusive or anything. Then the thought came to her, what if they were both seeing other women, too? She had no right to be upset about it if they were.
She felt like maybe she’d have to choose soon, though. How long could she keep seeing them both? Didn’t she want to move on from casual dating to something more serious? And how fast did that happen these days anyway? She could probably wait at least a few more weeks or months before it came down to really having to choose.
She had a date with Parker that afternoon. Maybe she could try to determine if he was the one. Or maybe she’d sleep with him and that would tell her. She prepared for it—shaving her legs and putting on lacy panties. By the time she drove over to his house, she was already hot with anticipation.
Parker opened the door when she knocked. He grinned and held out his hand. “Welcome to my home.”
The house was big and dark. It reminded her of what she thought a hunting lodge might look like. Dark hardwoods, animal skin rugs, heads of creatures mounted and hanging on the wall. She wondered if the big fish had been caught with a hook or a paw. Probably a paw. Or a set of teeth.
He led her into the dining room, where two men sat at the table, working. They looked up as they entered.
“This is the alpha of the Tate clan, Logan.” He pointed to one of the men, then the other. “That’s Chris.”
They exchanged hellos and waves. As they left the room to head to a living room where a TV was on, she wondered why Tate sounded so familiar. He must’ve mentioned that name to her before. In the next room, she met three more of the clan. Then, as he took her hand to lead her to his room where his paintings were, he stopped.
“Ahh, here’s the last member.” Parker turned and Destiny turned with him to face the man who’d just entered the room.
Her mouth popped open and her heart leaped. “Jaxon,” she said without thinking.
He kept his cool much better than she had. He nodded and held up his hand to wave. “Hey.”
Then he turned and went back the way he came.
Parker raised an eyebrow. “You know each other?”
She nodded. “Let’s go to your room.”
As they walked, her mind spun. They were clanmates? It wasn’t enough that she was seeing them both and felt a bit guilty about it, but now they were both here, living in the same house, practically brothers. As soon as they were alone in his room, she dropped his hand and turned to him.
“I have to tell you something.”
He waited, his jaw set.
“I’m… dating Jaxon. Too.”
He took in long breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. I guess I never asked if you were seeing other people. And it’s not like we’re exclusive.”
“Right…” She twisted her fingers together and a sudden realization hit her. Both of them had said their middle name was Tate. Jaxon Tate Gill and Parker Tate Hartman. She hadn’t thought a lot about it, but it would be quite a coincidence if they both had the same, rather unusual middle name. “So, for shifters, you use your clan name as a middle name?”
He nodded.
“I didn’t know that.” She dropped her gaze to the floor.
“You might have done some research before getting on a shifter dating site.”
“I didn’t know it was at first. I thought it was just for bad boys, but then Jaxon said…”
He stepped forward and took her hands, then kissed her. That kiss melted her anxiety. Maybe it would be okay. Maybe he wasn’t upset over it.
“This isn’t the ideal situation,” he said, “but it’s my fault for not asking you sooner. I’m not seeing anyone else, and I’d really like it if you weren’t either.”
“So… you…”
“I want you to be my girlfriend, Destiny. I want to be exclusive.”
She pulled her lower lip into her mouth. She wasn’t ready to make this decision. She didn’t want to pick Parker simply because he’d asked first. Her feelings for Jaxon were just as strong.
“I think—” She kissed him again and squeezed his hands. “I need a little time. I really like you, Parker. A lot. But I really like Jaxon, too.”
He chuckled. “You know what’s funny? I was just talking to Jaxon the other day about you. And he was telling me that he was dating this amazing woman, too. We said that we should go on a double date. We were both excited for each other, that we’d finally found someone that seemed compatible.”
“Parker, I—”
“No, it’s okay. It makes sense. We all love each other like brothers. Jaxon is a great guy and we have a lot in common. More than I even realized apparently. If I was going to lose you to anyone, I’d be glad it was him, and I know he feels the same.”
Destiny’s throat grew thick. Maybe Parker really was the one for her if he was going to act like this. So understanding, so loving to his brother. His body was strong, but his character was stronger. And now she wanted him even more.
She pressed her body to him and kissed him with all the desire that was building in her chest. He kissed back for a while, his hands roaming along her back, but then he stepped back.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get out of here and go see some art.”
They continued the date, and while things went well and she had a great time, there was a hint of tension between them. By the time he drove them back to his house, she knew they wouldn’t be sleeping together. Maybe he needed some time. Maybe he wanted to be exclusive first.
She drove home thinking there was a good chance that Parker was the one. She couldn’t get past the way he was so considerate and understanding. But he’d also made it clear, every time he broke their kiss, that he wasn’t the type to sleep around.
Chapter Seven
Destiny’s stomach hurt when she woke. All night, she’d lain in bed, tossing and turning. Deciding on Parker, then changing her mind. Every time she decided on one, she thought of telling the other, of having to say goodbye to one of them, and she couldn’t. She hadn’t slept well and it showed on her face the next day.
Worst of all, she hadn’t heard from Jaxon. What she didn’t want was for him to be upset and just stop talking to her. She wanted to make the right choice, not have the choice made for her. She really needed to talk to someone. Ava still wasn’t talking to her, and all her texts to Francesca had gone unanswered this morning. That wasn’t unusual. Francesca was a hairdresser, and could only respond between clients. If she was busy, that wouldn’t be until her lunch break.
Destiny sat behind the reception desk at work, feeling miserable and tired. Michelle came into the reception area a few minutes later.
“Hey, can you print me a copy of the Berger invoice?” she asked.
“Sure,” Destiny said. She turned to the computer and clicked to open the invoice. She hit print and handed the page to Michelle.
“Thanks.” She took the paper, then paused. “Are you okay?”
Destiny sighed. “I’ll live.”
“Uh oh. Trouble with those guys you’ve been dating?”
Michelle wasn’t her closest friend, but there weren’t many women in the office, so they kept up one of those work friendships. A colleague you talk to because no one else is around. She’d told her a bit about her adventures in online dating, and right now, she was so desperate to talk to someone, that she spilled.
“Yes. And it’s a ridiculous problem. I’m dating two great guys. Who would complain about that, right? But things have been getting more serious with them, and last night I found out they’re both in the same clan. It was really awkward, but Parker was so understanding, it was sweet. Then, he said he wanted to be exclusive, and I just can’t decide who to choose.”
“I guess that’s a good problem to have. What do you mean they’re in the same clan?”
Destiny’s eyes widened. She hadn’t told Michelle they were shifters, and she hadn’t planned to. But now it would be awkward and obvious if she tried to cover it up. “They’re both shifters. They live in the same house and are like brothers, which makes it even worse.”
Michelle nodded slowly. “Shifters.”
“Yeah.” She laughed it off. “I’ve never dated one before, but it’s pretty hot. They’re muscular and strong and most of what everyone thinks about them is wrong.”
She nodded again. “I bet. Well, good luck. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” She turned and walked back to the office area.
Great. Could this day get any worse? Parker hadn’t been texting her
as much as he normally did either, and every time she picked up her phone, she hoped to see a text from Jaxon. Nothing.
After lunch, when she still hadn’t heard from Francesca, she texted her again. “Accidentally told the girl in the office that I’m dating shifters. She didn’t take it too well.”
She set her phone down to see one of the lawyers, Joshua Greene, watching her.
“Am I interrupting you?” he asked with a cocky tone.
“Of course not. What can I do for you?” She nudged her phone farther away. Texting at work wasn’t usually frowned on, but it wasn’t like she got paid to do it, either.
“I need a copy of the Smithson case.”
“Sure thing.”
“And Destiny. Let’s make sure your wild love life stays out of the office, okay?”
She didn’t like the way he said “wild.” Like he knew. Had Michelle told him?
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think I brought my love life in here.” She looked around like there should be flowers or photos or some sign of a boyfriend if she had.
“We have high-end clients. They expect high-end performance. And if you’re distracted by all these shifter boys, then maybe you’re not the high-end receptionist we need.”
Her indignant anger returned, flaring hot as ever. “I wouldn’t worry, Mr. Greene. I mean, it’s not like you should feel threatened by my boyfriends and their tendency to get violent when protecting me.” She smiled at him, a large cheesy grin that she hoped conveyed her “don’t mess with me” attitude. “I mean—” She chuckled. “It’s not like you would fire me because of who I’m dating because that would be discrimination, and I know the last thing a high-end law firm wants is a wrongful termination suit.”
He pressed his mouth into a line. “Get me a copy of the Smithson case.”
“Right away, sir,” she said, and got up to go to the filing cabinet.
She heard his door close, then breathed out in relief. Hopefully, her not-so-veiled threat would be enough to show him she meant business. But things around the office likely wouldn’t get much easier.