ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (180 page)

It turns out that Nyle has invited us both to dinner and Luke has accepted, nice of him to ask me first, I think sourly, still at least I’ll have Nyle’s company for a little longer. These apartments have huge balconies and when weather permits, we can sit out to dine, and that’s the plan for this evening, dining alfresco.

I decide to get dressed for the occasion in a tight fitting short, low hung, white dress. Luke used to love me in this as it show my figure off to its fullest, accentuating all my curves, with my breast’s barely contained inside the flimsy fabric. The hemline is only a few inches lower than my panties. When I come out of the bedroom dressed like this, he barely notices me, instead he rushes me out of the door telling me were gonna be late. Anyway I’m not completely sure the dress is for Luke’s benefit.

Nyle opens the door to us and lets us into his apartment, I cant help but notice that his eyes nearly pop out of his head when he see’s me in the dress. Well, I think to myself, glad to see someone appreciates my efforts.

“Wow,” Nyle says. “You look amazing Helena, you’re one lucky guy Luke.”

Luke seems to notice me for the first time and the dress, as he looks at me, he seems to blush slightly. When Nyle goes off into the kitchen area for drinks, he pulls me to one side. 

“What the hell you put that on for, Helena?” he whispers, angrily in my ear. “It barely covers anything.”

“Noticed me, at last!” I snap back. Luke didn't have chance to respond as Nyle comes back over to us, carrying three glasses of wine and passing one to me and Luke.

“Here’s to our new friendship,” he raises his glass, smiling at Luke, but his eyes never leave my breasts.

We toast together and then we all sit comfortably on the couch.

“Anyone else coming Nyle?” I ask, I always think of him as a sociable creature.

“I didn’t invite anyone else. I only know business colleagues,” he says, as if he’d read my mind. “I don’t want to be talking shop all night, and you guys are far too interesting for that boring stuff.”

This gives me an inner smile. I know I could be interesting, given the opportunity, but I’m not too sure about Luke, anymore. Of course, I say nothing and simply take a huge gulp from my wine glass.

“Are you enjoying your business stay here?” I ask, more to get the conversation flowing.

“Oh yes, very much,” he replies with a twinkle in his eyes. “I’ve met someone really special so it makes all the difference,” he tells us.

I feel a little deflated at his words, not that I’m considering cheating on Luke, I could never do that, I might leave him but not cheat on him. Still the thought that Nyle has met someone is a little disappointing.

“Yeah, I imagine that’s one good thing about moving around, you get to meet lots of people and have lots of fun,” I say, feeling even more down than I did ten minutes ago.

Nyle agrees with me and leads us to his balcony, where there’s a table all set up for dinner. As I watch him, I can’t help but stare at his athletic body. I know I shouldn’t, especially as my boyfriend’s present, but this guy would turn any woman’s head. He is so handsome, strong facial features, high cheekbones and a firm nose, with a wide mouth and generous lips, vey kissable lips, I think to myself.  What I find most attractive about him, though, is that in the short time I’ve known him, he seems like a really genuine guy. Good looks, a fine physique and a great personality, a rare combination.

He’s an amazing cook as well, the food is delicious and I compliment him on his meal, but it’s difficult to get a word in edgeways, as Luke does not stop talking all through the meal. He and Nyle seem to get on really well and I feel a little jealous at their friendship. I suppose I could have joined in, but because the subject is once again sports, it isn’t high on my personal agenda.

“Nyle, here, has got me working out at the local gym,” Luke informs me.

I’m a little surprised at that, he doesn’t look any fitter, but then I rarely look at his naked body these days.

“Maybe you’d like to join us, Helena?” Nyle asks.

“Definitely not,” I tell him, assuredly. “I hate the smell of those places and all those false tans. Anyway, I’m one of those people trying to put weight on, not take it off. I’d just lose more weight if I go there.”

“Well, I think you have a beautiful figure, Helena, but the gym is for keeping fit, not really for weight loss or gain. Anyway, it’s not everyone’s scene, so no worries,” Nyle says.

A little touch of excitement quivers in my stomach, at the thought that he thinks I have a beautiful figure.

The night is almost at an end and I think I’ve drunk far too much of the expensive wine that has been provided all evening. It seems that Nyle has expensive tastes, yet another plus for this wonderful man. I’ve enjoyed his company and wish that Luke hadn’t been here, I’m sure I would have more fun without him.

We say our goodnights as we part ways, and Luke and I walk back to our own apartment. Luke is grinning to himself and it seems to make me all the more annoyed with him. Everything he does annoys me these days. I really do have to finish this.

We arrive back at our apartment and Luke
heads straight for the cooler to get another beer. It has to be now, I have to tell him how bored I am with our relationship. I know I can’t have stopped loving him, but I just feel so taken for granted. He acts as if I’m not there.

“Luke,” I shout over to him. “I need to speak to you and it really won’t wait.”

I await his reaction, but there is none.

“Are you listening to me?” I double check because he has this great knack of switching off from my voice. I know about it, because I do it to him.

“Come and sit down, Helena, so we can talk better,” he says, surprising me.

I follow him back into our main sitting area and sure enough, he sits on the sofa and pats the seat next to him. I sit beside him.

“Luke, I have to tell you something and I’m not sure how to explain it” I start, wishing I’d rehearsed a speech for such an occasion.

“I’m pretty sure you’re not pregnant,” he says. “so it can’t be any worse than that would be.”

“What?” I yell. “What would be wrong if I were?” Not that I wanted to be, gods no, that would be devastating in our relationship.

“Helena, just tell me what’s wrong, so we can move on,” he’s still got a smile on his lips but I can tell by his tone that he’s losing patience with me.

“Alright then, if you’re going to talk to me like that, I will,” I say, indignantly. “I’m fed up of our relationship. It’s been going downhill for months, we hardly talk and and we never have sex anymore. There, I’ve said it.”

He takes a big swig of his beer, but says nothing. I can tell he’s in thinking about my words though. Would I be bothered if he says it’s all over? I don’t know. Why doesn’t he say something to me? Surely I mean something to him?

“Okay,” he finally opens his mouth, but he’s very calm and not at all as annoyed as I expected. “I agree. I’ve been thinking it for ages,” he says to me, honestly.

His words come as a shock to me, I never thought he might be fed up with me, he probably doesn’t want me any more. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes and running down my cheeks. I might be bored with him, but deep down I still love him.

“Hey, Helena, why you crying? I’m agreeing with you. Normally you’re annoyed if I don’t agree with you, and now you’re upset, why?”

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?” I say, tears messing up my face with black makeup running all over the place. I must look such a mess.

Gently, he puts his arm around me.

Well,” he says, “you didn’t say that you don't  love me anymore, so why wouldn’t I love you? What you said was that our relationship is stale, and I agree with you, there’s a big difference,” he tells me.

I nod, silently agreeing with him. He takes my chin in his strong fingers. I look into his face and see his bright green eyes. I always loved his eyes, happy eyes, the color of nature.

“Look, let’s not talk about this now. We've both made our position clear on how we feel.”

He takes my hands into his, his grip is firm and strong and surprisingly reassuring.

“I’ll come up with something. Now go and clean that makeup off your face, you look a mess.”

When I stand up, he spanks my bum. Now that’s something new, and I suppose it’s a start.

The rest of the week went pretty much as normal. Luke and I go to work, all very much routine and uneventful. I thought that maybe he had forgotten our little talk, until Saturday morning. I awoke to find him already gone, he occasionally works on a Saturday and today must have been one of those days. I climb out of bed and cover myself in a robe and head into the kitchen. There on the table is a large white envelope, and as I approach, I see it has my name on the front, written in Luke’s unmistakable scrawl. I quickly tear it open and inside are two $100 bills and a short note.

Hi Babes

Treat yourself to something revealing and sexy, preferably leather, and meet me at the Crown Plaza, room 201, at 7 tonight, wearing it.

Love you,

Luke

I’m a bit stunned and just stand there, re-reading the note over and over. I’m not sure what he’s up to, and neither do I care. I want life to become more interesting, and it suddenly has.

Grabbing a quick breakfast, a shower and rushing to get dressed, I head on out and into town, following my partners instructions. If he wants a sexy revealing leather outfit, I’m pretty sure I can find one.

In the end it was more difficult than I imagined, trying to find something revealing and leather. Most of the decent stores had nothing like that, and I was reluctant to go into the sex shops on the seedy side of town. Finally, I struck lucky and found a little classy store that had an exclusive range of tasteful erotic wear.

It took me nearly all day to track this little number down. Then I rush home to get ready for my elicit rendezvous with Luke with butterflies in my tummy. I haven't been this excited about meeting him for ages. I wonder to myself where this new Luke has come from, he certainly seems to have changed since he started his friendship with Nyle. They have become closer over the last week, working out together, playing basketball and forever in each others company. So much so, I was beginning to feel a little jealous, wishing Nyle would pay me that kind of attention.

I dress in the new outfit and despite its scantiness, it’s a bit difficult to get on, but I manage it and look at myself in the mirror. Tight fitting leather bodice that is tightly laced at the front and finishes under my boobs, helping to push them up. Wow, look at that cleavage of mine! Leather straps go up and across my chest, barely concealing my nipples. Black, almost transparent, thongs, that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination and a typical leather cord around the back, which fits between my ass cheeks. I have to say, I do look hot, as I stare at my self in the mirror.

I look up the hotel on the internet, and plan out my route to get there. Luke’s note said to arrive in the outfit, so feeling quite naughty, I do just that. It takes me a while to find a suitable coat that will allow me to walk through town, wearing this skimpy outfit. Most of mine are quite short, but in the end I find one of Luke’s three-quarter length jackets, that just about does the job, and I set off to the hotel.

I must look quite a sight, wearing a coat that’s far too big for me. I make my way through the town and towards the hotel, and I don't care what I look like. I want more spice in my life, and Luke is giving me it, that’s all that matters right now. I’m buzzing with a sexual thrill, my nipples keep going stiff and hard every time they rub on the leather straps, and my pussy is hot and moist. I can't wait to get there.

As I get into the elevator, so does an elderly business man, well, that’s what he looks like. His eyes keep slipping sideways to look at me, so I do something that is very naughty and daring, for me. I slip my coat open and reveal my skimpy leather outfit, not too much, if he sees it in full, he’d might have a heart attack. Anyway, he smiles at me. I bet he thinks I’m an escort, attending a client. Ooo, I should be ashamed, but strangely, I’m not. After all, I’m just meeting my boyfriend to try and spice up our sex life. He gets out of the lift and a young woman gets in, so I quickly cover myself up as, she gives me a look of disgust. Whoops, what do I care?

I stand in the elevator, trying to imagine what Luke has in store for me, why a hotel? It’s not that I’m complaining I haven't felt this hot in months. Sex between me and Luke has gotten so stale and boring, something like this might just give it a new lease of life. Maybe after this, I’ll stop getting the hots for our new neighbor, Nyle. Just for a fleeting moment I wish it was Nyle who was waiting for me in the hotel, and that thought sends a sudden rush of wetness between my legs.
Stop it girl
, I say to myself, gotta give Luke another chance. The elevator “tings”, breaking me from my thoughts, and the doors open onto the floor I want. I step out and make my way down the corridor, looking for room 201.

Standing in front of the door, I’m unsure what to do. Should I knock, or just go in? I had bypassed the reception when I came into the hotel, and headed straight for the elevator, so Luke probably doesn't realise I’m here yet. In the end, I just grab the door handle and push it open, stepping into the room.

Luke is just coming out of the ensuite bathroom and he’s completely naked. His erection sticks out in front of him, but that’s not what I’m staring at. On the bed, also naked, is our hunky new neighbor, Nyle.