ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories)

by Hawke, Jessa

  “What time is it? Do you know?” Ben asked when Jen handed him his drink.

  “No idea,” Jen said. “It doesn't feel that late. I think it might be around one.”

  Ben dug his cell phone out of his pocket and checked the time.

  “It's about closing time,” Ben said. “Fuck, where did the night go? It seems like just a few minutes ago we got here.”

  Jen was surprised that she found herself agreeing with Ben considering that she had spent most of the night slow dancing in circles around the room with him. The crowded bar was thinning out quickly and Jen wasn't sure how she should go about trying to go home with Ben. It was almost like she had never gone home with anyone from a bar before and didn't know what to do. But that couldn't have been further from the truth; Jen had gone home with plenty of people from the bar in her college days, it was just that Ben was someone she wasn't so sure about. Would it work out for the best, or would Ben get attached and the ensuing entanglement end up being fodder for office gossip? There was no way to really tell unless she just went home with Ben and saw how things went.

  “Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening,” Ben said he slung his jacket over his shoulders. “I've got beer at my place and a pretty decent record collection.”

  Jen couldn't help but chuckle at this. She hadn't heard a line about a record collection in a really long time. Ben was younger than her and she was surprised that he owned any records at all.

  “What kind of records do you own?” Jen asked. “What are your tastes in music?”

  “You'll just have to come home with me and find out,” Ben said. “Besides, what's the worst thing that could happen?”

  “Well, you could end up sending me flowers every day until you finally end up sending me a gas card and I switch jobs to get away from you,” Jen said with a wry smile.

  “Jesus Christ,” Ben said. “I try to date one front desk girl who can't just tell me to fuck off and I never hear the end of it. Did you know that Jimmy even talked to me about that?! I tried to explain to him that I would have left her alone if she just would have hinted that direction, but instead she kept acting like she was happy about the attention she was getting, at least to me.”

  “Sure, sure,” Jen said.

  “I'm being serious!” Ben said. “Did it ever occur to anyone that maybe the girl left because she wanted to? I mean, maybe, just maybe, she used me as a scapegoat and headed out into the wild blue to a different place that paid more, but she wanted to leave on good terms to get a good letter of recommendation so instead of putting in her two weeks like a normal person suddenly I'm the big bad wolf who goes out of his way to buy her flowers and candy and hell even a gas card. Fuck me, right?”

  Jen couldn't help but giggle at Ben's tangent as she followed the crowd out of the bar. Jen and Ben stood on the street watching cabs go by for a few minutes until Jen realized had a cabby’s card on her.

  “Wait a second, I bet I can get us a cab,” Jen said.

  “Right now? Forget about it. Downtown is way too busy right after bar close,” Ben said.

  “Normally I would agree with you but I got a ride from a cabbie today that is especially fond of my work as a lawyer,” she said. “I bet he'll come and give us a ride.”

  Jen heard the phone ring several times, and just when she was going to hang up the cabby answered.

  “Hello,” the man's voice on the other end sounded like the cabbie she had spoken with today on the ride to the firm from the courthouse.

  “Hello, Ted? This is Jen. Is there any way you could swing by the Americana and pick me and my friend up? I know you must be busy and I'm not trying to be a nuisance but you told me to give you a call if I ever needed a ride, and, well, I need a ride!”

  “It's no problem at all Jen,” Ted's voice sounded well rested and smooth as oil on the other end of the line. “I'll be over in a few minutes to pick both of you up.”

  Jen hung up her phone and put it in her pocket.

  “He's on his way here, should be here in a few minutes,” Jen said.

  “That's pretty cool that he answered and is making time for us,” Ben said. “I'll have to be sure to tip him well.”

  Jen glanced over at Ben and wondered where this departure from thinking of himself all the time had come from. Usually Ben only wanted to talk about him or things that directly related to him somehow, but for a moment he had considered that a taxi driver in the middle of downtown at bar close might be busy.

  “It is a Monday night, though,” Ben said. “I keep forgetting it's Monday and thinking it is the weekend. Did you know that Jimmy gave me the day off tomorrow? Out of nowhere! I didn't know what to say when he told me to make Tuesday a preemptive Saturday. At first I thought he was joking or something but then he got all serious and told me to enjoy myself tonight.”

  Jen shook her head and couldn't believe the lengths that Jimmy was willing to go for the people he cared about. It was cool that her boss was so understanding of her life, and the lives of the people that worked for him. Not all firms were like that, especially not firms in the Midwest. Jen felt lucky that Jimmy cared so much to gently meddle in the lives of his subordinates. He really was like a father figure to most of them. But from what Ben had just told her, if he was telling the truth, it wasn't exactly as it had seemed between him and the front desk girl. Jen wasn't really sure who to believe between the two of them. She realized, though, that she hadn't ever really inspected the story the front desk girl had told everyone; she'd just assumed that the girl was telling the truth because the story involved re-enforcing ideas that she already had about Ben. Maybe Ben wasn't such a bad guy after all, maybe this whole time she'd been selling him way short. She didn't like to think that maybe she had judged him wrongly because it reflected badly on her to do that to someone, but there was a very real possibility that she had.

  The same cab she had gotten a ride in earlier in the day pulled up the curb they got in.

  “This is a nice cab you've got here, mister,” Ben said. “Most cabs have stains and stuff all over them, but it looks like you keep this thing pretty clean.”

  “I've got a deal with one of the upholsterers in town. My name is Ted by the way.”

  Ted and Ben shook hands and smiled at each other.

  “You'd be surprised how much filth people track into cabs,” Ted said. “All kinds of stuff, from blood, to puke, to all sorts of other even worse things that I don't even want to mention they are so bad. I used to have a little hope in humanity but after being cabbie for the better part of a decade I'm not sure what happened to it. Every night I see people at their worst, their absolute worst. I've seen husbands beat their wives in public, heard girls talk about how they were cheating with the guy whose lap they sat in, picked up politicians and taken them to the areas of town where the hookers hang out so they could score some ass and drugs. I don't know. I guess I shouldn't even be talking about it since it kind of puts people off. I'm just saying that things are kind of hard in this business is all. People don't appreciate you, they don't even remember you.”

  Ted swerved suddenly, honked his horn and then yelled out of his window.

  “Come on you fucking asshole,” he said. “Give me a fucking break already!”

  Ben opened his mouth to say something but again Ted swerved and honked.

  “Fuck,” Ted said. “Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah. I keep the inside of cab clean because I have pride in my work, you know? This little box of sober transportation isn't much to look at but it's all I got, and it's my livelihood. How the heck am I going to give the Governor a lift from his mansion to the courthouse if there are weird stains all over the seat?”

  “That's a good question,” Ben answered, clearly out of his element but tongue too lubricated with booze not to give a response.

  “So are you a lawyer as well?” Ted asked. “Jen I know is, I've seen her on television and picked her up outside of the courthouse. She works a lot of long hard hours. I alway
s see her standing outside of the courthouse at days end, sometimes real late.”

  “Really,” Ben said. “Do you pick up a lot of clients at the courthouse?”

  “Yes and no,” Ted said. “I mean, there is a lot of business there but a lot of it is the kind I don't want in my cab. You know what I mean, mean people who aren't going to tip and will treat me badly. People that just watched their dad or husband go to jail for the rest of their lives and don't give a good God damn how much I holler as they walk away from the cab without paying. But yeah, I pick up a good amount of people from the courthouse, just the way it goes I guess. Got to make a living.”

  “Do you keep an eye out for Jen?” Ben asked.

  Jen sat beside Ben looking at buildings flash by outside of her window. She was content listening to the two men talk.

  “It's not that I keep an eye out for her,” Ted said. “It's just that Jen is hard to miss. She is a fairly striking person, always well dressed and poised. And she smokes. Not many of the people that work in the courthouse smoke these days. It's like a switch flipped about fifteen years ago when everyone finally figured out how bad smoking is for you and people started to get away from it.”

  “This is my street,” Ben said as the cab turned down his street and started to slow down.

  “This is your place up here, right?” Ted asked.

  “Yeah, that's it,” Ben said. “What do I owe you?”

  “Just thirty bucks even,” Ted said. “And Jen if you need a ride home tomorrow feel free to give me a call.”

  Ben paid Ted and got out of the cab first, turning to help Jen.

  “Thanks, I've got it Ben,” Jen said. “And bye Ted! Thanks for the ride.”

  “Anytime,” Ted said.

  “This might sound strange,” Jen said. “But I'd like Ted to come up and hang out with us for a while.”

  At first Ben was hesitant but after speaking privately with Ted he agreed. Ben led the way into his townhome. It was a lot nicer than Jen anticipated. She wondered why this was and realized that in her mind Ben lived in a frat house. She giggled when her imagination ran while with visions of Ted drinking out of keg cups and telling freshmen what to do. The interior of Ben's home was decorated with picture after picture of pin up girls, mostly girls from about forty years ago when women still had meat on their bones and being super skinny wasn't considered attractive.

  “Make yourself at home,” Ben said. “I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable real quick. I'd offer you a change of clothes as well but I don't think anything I have would fit you, but you're welcome to try!”

  “That's all right,” Jen said. “I'm fine in what I'm wearing. Although, I would like to shower. Would that be all right?”

  “Sure,” Ben said. “Follow me I'll show you the way.”

  “I'll make myself at home out here,” Ted said as he pulled a bottle of liquor off of Ben's fridge.

  On the second floor of the town house where Ben's room was, there was a bathroom was just down the hall. Ben made sure that there were a few fresh towels in the bathroom before leaving Jen to her own devices. The bathroom was well decorated, or as well decorated as a bathroom of such a small size could be. Jen tilted her head back as warm water sprayed from the shower head and washed over her body. The door to the bathroom creaked as it opened.

  “Ben, is that you?”

  There wasn't an answer and as Jen turned to try to pear out of the plastic shower curtain soap washed down into her eyes temporarily blinding her.

  “Who, who is there?” Jen said, her voice slightly quavering.

  A person stepped into the shower with her and touched their fingers lightly to her face in an effort to wash her eyes out.

  “It's me, Ben.”

  Jen didn't know what to think of this bold intrusion into her privacy. She had been planning on sleeping with Ben but at the same time she wanted it to be on her terms. But what had she really expected? In her mind she saw them both hanging out, lounging on his furniture, listening to records that neither of them really cared about. In her version of how things should have gone both of them were exhausted by the time they slipped into bed and started fumbling for each other. Jen realized now that she only expected that because that's the way it had always been. But this time was different. Instead of waiting Ben had decided to act and join her in the shower.

  “Is it all right that I joined?” Ben asked. “If you'd rather shower alone I can go back into the living room and wait for you.”

  Jen still couldn't see well, so she turned her back to Ben and let the warm shower stream down her face.

  “I guess I don't mind if you stay. I mean, look at me. It kind of looks like I could use some help anyway, doesn't it?” Jen said.

  Ben laughed.

  “A little bit,” he said. “But I am serious. If you'd rather I didn't shower with you I have no problem taking off and waiting for you. I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you to do anything or being to forward by intruding in on your privacy.”

  Once Jen got the soap out of her eyes she turned to face Ben. Ben looked her up and down, staring for a moment at her large breasts, then tracing his eyes down her figure until they settled on her hips.

  “You look really good,” Ben said softly.

  While Ben was taking Jen every inch of Jen in, she was doing the same to him, looking him up and down. Ben was well cut from many long hours at the gym, and from what she could tell from his stiffening member, Ben was very well-hung.

  “Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Jen asked.

  They both giggled and Jen grabbed Ben like they had embraced while they had been dancing and pulled him close.

  “Ben, you feel so muscly and hard,” Jen said.

  “Well I am pretty well muscled but I'm not hard quite yet,” he said with a smirk.

  “Aren't you clever,” Jen said.

  Jen stretched her neck up and pecked Ben lightly on the cheek, then planted both of her lips firmly on his. Ben kissed her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues wrestled for a moment, until Ben slipped his hand up to Jen's breasts and rolled one of her nipples back and forth between his fingers.

  “How does that feel?” Ben asked.

  “Good,” Jen said breathlessly.

  Ben then reached down to her pussy and ran his finger through her slickened folds. Jen moaned quietly and felt her whole body vibrate as he started rubbing her clit. Before she knew it, Ben was down on his knees and guided one of Jen’s feet up onto the edge of the tub. Like a magnet, his tongue was drawn immediately to her sex, and parted her lips with his tongue. To her delight, he started licking and lapping at her pussy, his lips then locking onto her clit while his tongue flicked the engorged bud. Jen began breathing heavier and her juices started gushing as the warm water from the shower continued streaming down her body. Ben’s dick was growing stiffer and more eager by the second, so he promptly returned to his feet.

  Ben turned Jen around so that her back was to him and slipped into her from behind. Jen reached back and cradled his head against her own as he started to work his hips back and forth. Jen couldn't believe how good Ben felt inside of her. He was so large, and she could feel his member pulsing inside of her with every one of his heartbeats.

  “Do you like it?” Ben asked. “Do you want me to stop? If you want me to I'll stop right now.”

  “No,” Jen moaned. “Don't stop. Please don't stop. All I want is more of you. Kiss me.”

  Ben gently twisted her head around and kissed her on the lips as he squeezed her breasts with his other hand. Jen was loving every second of it, and hoped that it would never end. But she could tell by how tense Ben's body was that he wasn't going to last much longer. Jen focused on how he was making her feel and could feel something build up deep in her loins that meant that she was getting closer to the edge of orgasm.

  “Just a little more,” Jen said. “Please, just a little more.”

  When
Jen started to come, her whole body tensed and Ben had to hold her up to keep her from slipping in the soapy shower. Jen was surprised at how intense the orgasm was. After it ended she looked back at Ben to see if he wanted to kiss her, but instead of finding his lips waiting, she found Ben in the throws of his orgasm. She smiled mischievously and tweaked his nipples hard while his brow furrowed with intense pleasure. When Ben finished his entire body sagged against her and it was Jen's turn to make sure that Ben didn't fall down.

  “Are you all right?” Jen said with a laugh.

  “Better than all right!” Ben said.

  They both rinsed off and got out of the shower to help the other dry off. Jen couldn't get over how good Ben looked naked. His body rippled with muscle.

  “Do you work out a lot?” she asked.

  “Not too much,” Ben said. “But I run a lot and that keeps me in really good shape. When I have the time I kayak and do other sports that are strenuous.”

  Jen wrapped herself up in a few towels and followed Ben to the bedroom where the found Ted lounging, waiting for them as he sipped his drink.

  “Oh, hey,” Jen said to Ted in a somewhat surprised tone, although she expected that Ted would want in on what was going on. She looked over to Ben and saw that he was in no way even fazed by the fact that another man was in the room with them half naked. She looked down to his towel and saw his hard cock protruding through it, ready to go for another round of fucking. Sweet! Jen thought as she casually let the towel hang a little bit off of her breasts to expose the tops of her nipples, noticing how Ted was hungrily eyeing her move.

  Ben slipped into bed first and patted a spot beside him. Jen slipped out of her towels and lay down next to him, and Ted laid down on her other side. Both of the men played with her, sucking on her nipples and kneading her breasts. Ted's hand slid down to her pussy, stroking her engorged clit as his thick, swollen cock pressed against her leg. When she couldn't wait any longer Jen straddled Ted, who let out a small grunt as her weight settled onto him. She reached back behind her and guided his throbbing member into her pussy. Jen knew that she was going to be able to ride him slow and easy like a lot of guys liked because she was a bigger girl, and soon enough she was bucking like a bronco on top of him. Ted hung onto her waist while Ben stood on the bed and did his best to feed his dick into Jen's mouth.