Bad, Very Bad Shifters- The Complete Mega Bundle

by Daniella Wright

  But when I felt Leo pressing against my slick pussy, I slowed down a bit and nearly stopped. I tightened up, feeling how big he really was. I curled my toes, remembering our time in the bedroom. Somehow, he felt even bigger than the last time. I wanted to moan out, but as my mouth was stuffed, all I managed was a stifled whimper. I held onto Jaimie’s thighs as I waited for Leo to ram himself inside me. The seconds seemed to stretch out into minutes before he finally plunged himself in. I gasped, feeling him fill me inch by inch until I was stuffed on both ends. I could feel how tight and excited I was as my pussy walls quivered around him, threatening to never let him go. His huge cock stretched me to my limit as he thrust himself as far as he could go before slowly pulling out, getting ready to ram into me again. My heart had never beaten so fast. With my fingernails digging into Jaimie’s thighs, I picked up the pace and bobbed my head even faster. Behind me, Leo matched my speed, fucking me hard and fast from the very beginning. I didn’t even have any time to accommodate before he was rocking my world. He thrusted in and out of me like a well-oiled machine. My mind spinning in a feeble attempt to keep up.

  The sound of our lovemaking echoed through the bedroom as all three of us moved in perfect sync. I could feel myself getting lightheaded with all the pleasure. I tried to hold back my climax, but I was getting closer and closer with every passing minute. I never thought I could feel this good in the bedroom and I had had some pretty wild nights in there.

  Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. With my whole body shaking and my thighs quivering, I screamed against Jaimie’s throbbing cock. Seconds later, the boys joined me, filling me up with their hot spunk. All three of us collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. Before I could regain my composure, they sandwiched me in their embrace. I smiled, feeling like this was where I truly belonged.

  We settled in this position for a moment, the silence wrapping around us like a blanket before Jaimie finally broke it. He was never one to enjoy the silence. “So, Leo, care to tell us why you left?”

  “Jaimie. I don’t think this is a very appropriate time.” I chided. Still, I was rather curious. I turned and looked at Leo, wondering if he would answer.

  “I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you two. You deserve an explanation if this relationship is going to work out.” Leo nodded. “But, I’ll only tell you guys on one condition.”

  I raised my eyebrow. “What’s that?” I asked.

  “We get to cuddle after I tell you.”

  I laughed and nodded. “We can cuddle all day and night if you want.”

  He smiled wide before kissing the top of my head. “So, where to begin? I guess, in essence, I left because I felt like I wasn’t good enough for you, Lola. I didn’t think that I could be a proper boyfriend – the kind you deserved. I was going through a rough patch. Senior year of high school, I was actually clinically depressed and I didn’t even know it. I only found out in the army.”

  I stared at him in disbelief. I had no idea. “But didn’t joining the army only make that worse?”

  “Actually, no. Being a soldier was liberating in a way. All those people depending on me. Being able to help others. It made me feel important – like I had a purpose in the word.” He said passionately and I found myself nodding. “But I really should’ve told you that before I left.”

  “You think?” I retorted.

  “I know. I regretted it the minute I was on the plane to Afghanistan, but by then, it was already too late.”

  “Well, it’s all over now.” Jaimie pipped up.

  “Yeah. I guess in a way, I always knew it would come to this.” He paused. “Well, maybe not this exact situation, but you know. I always knew you’d fall for Jaimie sooner or later. I’m actually a little surprised you didn’t do it sooner.” He smiled at his brother. “You always were the better man.”

  Jaimie laughed. “Now you’re just talking shit.”

  “No, Seriously. Older. Handsome. You rode a motorcycle. What girl wouldn’t want to be with you?”

  “And you were the star quarterback in high school. What’s your point?” Jaimie laughed again.

  “The point is… now that we’re here, I’d much rather share Lola than not have her at all.”

  “Well I wouldn’t give her up anyway, so it’s not like you have much of a choice.”

  Leo chuckled in response. “Right.” He leaned forward and kissed me at the same time that Jaimie nuzzled my neck. I smiled and managed to hug them both, holding their hands. We snuggled together and quickly became sleepy. My eyes grew heavy and I rested my head in the crook of Leo’s arm as Jaimie pulled me close to his body, keeping me warm.

  Eventually, we all fell asleep, cuddled in our bed. I didn’t know what was in store for us next, but it was clear that the next chapter in my life would involve both amazing men.

  Two Big Athletes

  ~Bonus Story~

  A Steamy College Sports Menage

  Tara Leon is the perfect poster child for what a young American woman should be, at least in her father's eyes. It's his point of view that is one of the most crucial, however, considering that he is president of the United States. Coming out of a scandal near the next election cycle, Tara's father can't afford any other missteps.

  However, when not one, but two star athletes begin showering Tara with attention, she begins to wonder if there is more to life than being the perfect little girl for her father. Though her time in the spotlight will be rocky, it could perhaps lead to the most important thing she could have ever asked for. It could lead her to love. That is if her father doesn't lock her in a gilded cage.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Sitting at the VIP table at the Presidential banquet, I rest my chin in my hand and try to feign an interest in what is going on around me. My father is carrying on his usual business of appealing to the masses, a much-needed task since the latest scandal he managed to get caught up in. You'd think there would be more to the presidency than schmoozing other politicians, but in my experience, you'd be poorly mistaken. My name is Tara Leon, and my father is Lamar Leon, current president of the United States of America. As you can likely guess, being the only daughter of the most important man in the country has its share of blessings and curses. For my father, his reputation is the most important thing in life. Because of that, I tend to be the focus of his scrutiny, forced to keep up my good girl persona. I do the job well, remaining studious, staying far away from boys, ever prim and proper. It seems that my efforts are relatively fruitless, however, as my father's approval ratings have dropped drastically since the media caught wind of my new brother. ...Well, half-brother. For all the work I've done keeping my reputation pristine so that my father wouldn't catch flack, he throws it all away in order to cheat on my mother.

  I'm more than a little bitter, but truth be told, I feel entitled to my indignance. Though my father is the one in the public spotlight, I've had to be the perfect poster child for what every young woman should be. I've sacrificed a lot, as far as I'm concerned. I can't hold the resentment against my new brother, but my father is fair game.

  Speaking of, my father claims he has an important announcement to make tonight. Considering that he's nearing the end of his term, I have more than the vaguest of ideas of what that announcement could be. I shake off the thought, not wanting to invest any further attention in my father's comings and goings. Exhaling a bored breath through my nose, I reach out to grab my glass of champagne. Having turned twenty-one last year at least granted me the privilege of drinking at these stuffy functions. Never any more than is appropriate, but who is to decide what is appropriate anyway?

  As I sip the bubbly beverage, I notice a young man approaching my table. I force a smile, recognizing him as a boy that went to my college. His father is one of the many politicians my father is attempting to win the hearts of, and I know without having to be told that it's crucial that I entertain him to some extent.

  "Hello, Tara. Lovely party, isn't it?" The
man says smoothly, and I'm finally able to place his name: Jeremy Bryant. He's well known for being the star quarterback of our college football team, and though I've passed him on campus a time or two, we're not exactly friends. Still, I have nothing against him and smile a winning smile.

  "Jeremy, how nice to see you. I didn't expect to see you at this little get-together," I pause, swishing my champagne in my glass. He hums under his breath, casting a curious glance across the building.

  "I wouldn't exactly call it a small gathering," he smirks, and I can only chuckle in response. I wait for him to continue speaking, unsure of his purpose for approaching me. He doesn't disappoint, leaning across the table and speaking in bold tones. "I don't suppose you would allow a gentleman a dance? The music isn't quite as terrible as most soundtracks at these banquets," he grins. I hesitate for a moment, considering him with a slyly quirked brow. I have no doubt that he has more than dancing in mind, but I can't deny that I'm intrigued to see what the man has in store.

  "A dance is just a dance, after all," I say with a coy quirk of my slips. I slip around the table, taking him by the arm and following him to the dance floor. We move together a bit stiffly, aware of the eyes drinking us in. However, soon enough we begin to move in a smoother rhythm. He presses his hand to the small of my back, guiding me across the dance floor. I'm able to ignore all the eyes watching us, focusing on Jeremy and Jeremy alone. He leans in, ghosting his lips to my ear.

  "This is nice, but if you want to get outta here, away from all these stiffs," he murmurs, trailing off and drawing away with an innocent smile. I take in his expression with the slightest of pouts, wanting to slip away with him but knowing that my father can not afford another scandal while he's in office. I part my lips to say as much, but he speaks softly, just loud enough for me to hear. "No one has to know. It'll just be me and you. My bro has some real good stuff in his car, no one will even think to look for us out in the parking lot," he grins, brushing his hand along my arm. I glance towards the podium where my father will soon be making his announcement, weighing my options. Though I've always been an obedient daughter, my father hasn't even upheld his standards to the extent I have. Truth be told, I'm still angry at my father for cheating on my mother, and though she has forgiven him for his infidelity, he's refused to even acknowledge my questions regarding it. Why should I stick to the strict, good girl path? When the man who holds me to it can't even keep it in his pants for his own sake?

  I lean in, brushing my lips against Jeremy's ear. He shivers against my touch, and a sensation of power surges through me. He's quaking with anticipation, obviously eager to hear my answer. I have no doubt that it would be his most impressive feat to turn this good girl bad. Who am I to refuse such a tantalizing offer?

  "Let's go," I whisper, taking him by the arm once more. He draws away, straightening up and attempting to look respectable. We walk arm in arm to the back exit of the building, and I can vaguely make out my father's voice preparing to make his announcement. I can only roll my eyes at his selfishness, allowing Jeremy to lead me to the parking lot. The car he leads me to is small and relatively nondescript. It's not nearly as nice as most of the cars in the lot, but it doesn't seem as if it will draw much attention. He unlocks the doors, and I crawl into the passenger seat, folding my hands in my lap. I've never done anything like this, truth be told, I've never outright disobeyed my father. Jeremy offers me a small smile to soothe my nerves, though there is an edge of arrogance to his expression. He pops open the center console, pulling out a baggy filled with what appear to be rolled cigarettes. I'm certain that there's something besides plain old tobacco wrapped within. Which, tobacco alone would have been enough to drive my father insane. I can only smirk as I imagine his expression if he were to find out I was out in the parking lot, lighting up a joint with another politician's son. It's almost a shame he'll never find out.

  Jeremy withdraws a blunt, taking it between his lips and lighting the opposite end. He inhales deeply, pulling the joint away and leaning in to capture my lips with his own. As I part my lips, he shotguns the smoke into my eagerly awaiting mouth. I pull away, coughing weakly at the burning sensation in my chest.

  "You get used to it," he murmurs, taking another hit. Already, the hazy sensation is washing over me and I can do little but stare at him with a small quirk of my lips. The following hours pass in a blur, and I manage to make myself presentable before returning to the VIP table as if I had never disappeared. My father considers me with pursed lips, but after a moment his expression relaxes.

  "The crowd was thrilled by my decision to run for a second term. I think we'll have this election in the bag. What do you think," he murmurs, and I watch him with a hazy expression. I consider my words, not trusting myself to speak eloquently.

  "That's great," I say, making no attempt to force enthusiasm. His expression droops, but he says nothing more. Along with my mother, we gather for several photo opportunities before heading back to our temporary home at the White House. I flop wearily into the plush blankets of my bed, not even bothering to shower before drifting off into a pleasant slumber.

  Nothing could prepare me for the days following.

  CHAPTER TWO

  I'm enjoying my morning, the sun filtering in through the slats of my blinds as I blink my eyes open. I check the digital clock beside my bed, groaning groggily and pulling the blanket over my head. A few hours longer won't hurt anything, my class is off today so I can properly sleep off this haziness. Images from the day previous flutter through my mind, and I smile to myself as I think of Jeremy's cute face when he's on a trip. I hadn't allowed myself to get too swept up, not particularly sure that I'd be able to function if I got properly high. The young man I'd been sharing a smoke with, however, didn't seem as bothered by the prospect. Truth be told, I never saw him return to the party after our little stint. He probably ended up rubbing one off in the car, knowing how horny those college boys can be.

  Snickering, I settle further into my bed and try to let my brain blank out. My attempts are shattered, however, when I hear my bedroom door slam open. I sit up in bed, eyes wide in surprise as my father comes storming into my room. He's clad in his robe and a pair of silk pajama pants, and I can tell he had likely just sat down for breakfast. He has a furious look in his eye, and I can only wonder what has him so troubled. He storms closer to me, the morning newspaper clutched in his hand. I quirk a brow as he tosses it at me, watching with an expression of disdain as the newsprint flutters on top of my blanket.

  "What's your problem?" I mutter angrily, reaching out to grasp the newspaper. I give the front page a cursory glance, expecting to see some scathing piece about my father's infidelity. Instead, I see a blurry picture that looks as if it was taken on someone's cell phone. I blink at the image, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes. My heart drops into my stomach as I realize who is in the picture, and my eyes are drawn to the headline. It boasts an exclusive story about me sneaking off to get high with Jeremy Bryant. I narrow my eyes, flipping to the page that the story is listed on. I try to read the piece, but my father rips the paper out of my hands, all but roaring in anger.

  "Do you know what you've done? After my big announcement last night, the last thing this family needs is another scandal. I would think you'd be more grateful for all I've done for you these past years, but no, you go and embarrass me like this--," he rambles, looking entirely intent upon continuing on his tirade.

  "You'd think you'd be less upset, considering the interview with your mistress isn't until the fifth page," I snap, guilt washing over me in spite of my words. I hadn't intended to get caught smoking with Jeremy, and though it had felt good to go against my father's wishes for once, seeing his crushed expression wasn't as pleasant as I expected. I hesitate, pondering how to properly formulate an apology. This time, however, I'm the one to be interrupted.

  "You're supposed to be a proper young woman. Do you know what it does for a father's reputation for his daughter to be sleeping aro
und town? Especially for a man in my position? I expected better of you, Tara, and I fully expect a public apology," he grits out. My eyes widen at the implication of his words, and I'm almost wounded that he would think so little of me to think that I had slept with Jeremy without even really knowing him. Sure, sneaking off to get high wasn't one of my brightest of ideas, but to think I had actually slept with him? I narrow my eyes, throwing my blanket off of myself. I rise to my feet, standing at my full height but still falling miserably short of my father. All the same, I don't allow my voice to waver as I speak.

  "The only one who can't keep it in their pants is you, though I'm glad to learn that you think so highly of me," I bite out in snide tones. He recoils as if I've struck him, but his eyes remain hard as I slip past him to my bathroom.

  "This isn't the end of this conversation, Tara," he calls out, and I hesitate at the door.