ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (364 page)

              She had to chuckle at that one, but Mici wasn’t done.  “When can I see you again, ballerina girl?”

              Mackie did not know what compelled her to suggest the first place her sick, twisted little mind conjured, but apparently, all the filters were off tonight.

              “Tomorrow night at nine,” she told him, scooping up her purse and turning around to leave.  “The Jacuzzi.  We’ll go for a midnight swim.”

              Mici’s eyes widened just a touch, just enough to be barely perceptible.  “You’ve got it, ballerina,” he said to her retreating back as she waltzed out of the lounge.

*              *              *

              “You’ve been dancing since you were
six
?  That’s insane.  I didn’t even get into juggling before I was ten, and that’s only because I was the laziest lay about you ever met in your entire life.”

              After dinner, Adam had suggested a stroll around the Lido Deck.  She had just finished telling him about the strict discipline of ballet.

              “All those rules and you didn’t go insane?”

              “If you asked anyone at the American Ballet Company, they’d tell you I’m pretty insane for taking this cruise job.”

              “Why’s that?”

              “Let’s say I’ll be walking into the company with a…
reputation
.”

              “Oh, I see.”  Adam was thoughtful for a moment.  The wild wind picked up his sandy hair and mussed it, whipping it against the sides of his face, rumpling it in a most appealing manner.  Tomorrow, they would be in the Caribbean, and the winds would be tamer, sultrier. Mackie shivered slightly, and whether it was because of the wind or the promise of tomorrow, she could not tell.  Having noticed this, Adam took a step until he was directly at her side, and wrapped an arm around her bare shoulders.  One of his fingers brushed against the delicate strapping of her dress, and Mackie smiled.

              “What would they say at the company,” Adam said slowly, pressing her to his side, feeling the length of her body against his, turning her just a little so that he could nuzzle the sensitive area between her collarbone and chin, “If they saw you with me right now?”

              Mackie shuddered a tiny bit at the feeling of his lips and face against the contours of her neck.  “Ohhh, I’d be a bad girl.  So very bad.”

              “Well, you know what they say.”  Adam turned her slowly so that they were facing one another.

              Mackie tilted her chin up to him, feeling the flat of his abdomen against her palms where she was touching him.  “What’s that?”

              “Go hard or go home.”  And then he kissed her.

              They pressed their bodies against each other, relishing the sensations rushing through them.  She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, pressing her chest onto his until she tasted his groan against her lips.  He was long and beautifully sculpted, just like she had imagined, and when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his palms into the small of her back, she felt herself being transformed.  She was no longer Mackie, with her curvier friends jealously counting their calories and commenting on the thinness of her body.  She was Mackenzie, nipples alive against this gorgeous man’s chest, athletic, strong, and downright sexy.  She kissed his lips, ran her tongue, long and smooth against his, and traced his fantastic jaw with her mouth.  She nudged one leg in between his and was just feeling the stiffness of his erection behind his pants when—

              “No.”  Adam’s voice was hoarse as he untangled her arms from his neck.

              “What?  Why not?” she asked, feeling rejection shoot through her like an arrow.

              “Well, for one thing, we’re standing in the middle of a cruise ship,” he laughed, trying to draw her closer.  “For another, we’ve got the rest of this cruise to enjoy this.  Why give away all our secrets in one night?”

              And although she let Adam Santino, the best juggler in the world, and a terrific kisser, draw her close to him, Mackenzie found herself wishing that they had taken the plunge through the metaphorical rabbit hole and landed on the other side.

*              *              *

              Hot water bubbled gently against the dark line of her toned abdomen.  Mackie stretched her legs out in front of her, watching them float up, the triangle of her thighs shrouded beneath a strip of green fabric.  The Jacuzzi swirled frothy waves towards the puckered outlines of her breasts, and the sun was burning a dark orange against the horizon.

              The top deck of the cruise ship had emptied out two hours ago.  There was nobody around except Mackie, and she was awaiting Mici with ever-increasing impatience.

              At last, his broad form appeared by the Jacuzzi’s edge.  He slipped the white button down he was wearing over his head, revealing a chest smattered with the dark speckle of hair.  Mackie drew in a breath.  He was solidly built everywhere, and there was something about his body that brought her back to the movie
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes
, where Jane Russell has her pick of all the 60s athletic male hunks of the time.  A throwback to another era, and with a rebellious scar on the left side of his stomach.

              They relaxed together for a few minutes in the tub, letting the evening-cooled breeze play along whatever skin was exposed from the water, the contrast in temperatures delicious.  Mici swam-walked over to her until their shoulders were just touching.

              “Where did you get this scar?” Mackie asked, reaching in the water to run her hand along it.

              Mici followed her fingers with his eyes briefly, and then said, “I fell off my motorcycle when I was seventeen.”

              Mackie winced.  “Ouch.”

              He shook his head ruefully.  “My father, he was always such a careful man.  Scared of his own shadow.  He was always telling me, ‘Mici, don’t do this, don’t do that.’  And I always laughed.  And then one day—BAM.  I’m on the side of the railroad tracks, a spoke through my belly.”

              “Holy cow.”  Her palm stilled against the scar.

              “Yes.  But I was, then, and still now, my own man.  I couldn’t be any other way if I even dared to dream it.”

              Mackie watched his face, the profile sharp and jarring against the orange burst of the dying sun.  He looked like he was on an island of his own, somewhere out where Minotaurs still managed to roam the Earth.  Abruptly, he turned to look at her, and she melted into his eyes, burning dark against whatever light was left.

              “What else do men do?” she asked, scarcely knowing what she was saying.

              He didn’t answer her.  Instead, he fiercely ground his mouth against hers, and then softened.  He gathered her up in his arms, weightless in the water, and she was on his groin, suddenly, wrapped in warm flesh and submitting her tongue and mouth to his onslaught, fever zipping through her like wildfire.

              “Mackie?”

              A familiar voice cut through her daze.  When she broke away from Mici, she found Adam standing by the side of the hot tub.  For a moment, she was horrified, but a glance at Adam’s face told her that he was not upset.

              “Well, you’re quite the naughty girl, after all, aren’t you?” the juggler asked, face breaking out into a smile.

              “You’re not mad?”

              “Mad?”  Before her eyes, Adam was stripping off his black T-shirt to reveal a smooth, sculpted chest that trailed down to a stomach that would not have been out of place on a Hollywood hunk.  “This is not mine and Mici’s first cruise together.” And, pants following suit, he got into the tub with them, slapping the pianist a high five.

              Mackie was momentarily dumbfounded.  Mici and Adam knew each other?  What’s more, they were friends?  And then Adam had swum up behind her, and she was sandwiched between the two men.  As both of them began to stroke her body, Mackie, the prim and proper ballerina, suddenly found that she didn’t care about those details very much at all.

              In fact, she thought all she cared for was, quite possibly, Adam’s hands massaging her shoulders.  Mici’s lips on her neck.  Adam was kneading her flesh for all it was worth, unkinking every single kink in every single muscle, until she was loose and lolling against his chest.  She felt the press of his penis, getting harder with every passing minute, against the crack between her buttocks, and she decided, consciously and unconsciously, that that was exactly where it belonged.

              Mackie wished she knew, or cared, who it was out of the two men who untied her bikini top.  She wished she cared who it was who was sliding their hands up from the heated water to smooth them over the dark brown nipples standing like miniscule versions of children’s sucker candies off her chest.  She felt warm fingers grasp them, shielding them from the chill of the night air, and gasped aloud at the sensation.  Without thinking, she moved her hips, pleased to find that Mici was growing ready for her between her thighs.

              She could not say when it happened, or how, but suddenly, her bare chest and back were sandwiched snugly between Adam and Mici, and the two men’s tongues were lapping at each other, sucking on each other’s mouths for all they were worth. 
Well.
  That was an interesting development, but one that Mackie found she didn’t mind.  When they broke away, Mici rotated her slowly in the water, and Adam dived briefly under; Mackie found herself soon divested of her bikini bottoms, naked in the water.

              What a strange feeling, and how free, to be skin to water.  How luxurious to have hands sliding down your bottom, parting you, splaying you open to ravaging eyes and fingers.  To be probed, deeply and wetly, and shamelessly, to be kissed everywhere, to be turned and stroked and petted to the point of panting, to the point where the only words that hang on the air are, “Now.  Now, now, now.”

              Mackie felt Adam slide in first, split the clean pink of her with the head of his cock and push in deeper.  She should have known Mici would take the back door, but in seconds, she found that logic was failing her utterly.  The two men were taking her at the same time—when one drew back, the other entered, and she was sure they could feel each other pressed so intimately inside of her body.  A fullness filled her, and she was being stretched in ways that she could have never imagined before.  Adam was sliding against a particularly sensitive spot inside of her, and things were very compact down there, tension building inside of her, gathering until her moans clung to the naked skin of the men around her, until her vision was narrowed down to the chiaroscuro of their limbs, until her mind’s eye could only see two pink and purple-tipped cocks inside of her, the entire area between her legs and up her belly to her nipples alive with the kind of building that precedes only the most luxurious of releases.

              Mackie came first, the delight of being so wantonly displayed, of fucking in a public place on a forbidden mission mingling with the pleasure of being penetrated twice.  Her nipples reached for the sky and positively throbbed as her groan climbed the night sky, long, and loud, and as satisfying as the ripples of orgasm that shot through her.  So far gone was she that it took her a full minute to realize that she had floated away from them.  And that Mici was now turning Adam around.  And entering him from behind.

              Adam’s face contorted in what looked like pain, but could have only been enjoyment.  Because he had grasped himself by the shaft and was working himself up and down as Mici placed a hand on his shoulder and hip and speared him repeatedly.  Mackie watched, almost lazily, as the two beautiful men engaged in what could only be described as the most absolutely correct joining she had ever seen.

              And when they came, Mici’s carved face wrenching in pleasure with a sharp outcry, and Adam shuddering his release, Mackie felt a sense of wonder and peace settle over her.

              It was going to be quite the adventure.

THE END

Unspoken Desires

Jen was excited for the ten year reunion of her high school class. Whenever she heard other people talk about hating high school she always wondered why; Jen had had the time of her life during high school. She'd managed somehow to get all As on her report cards and to her parents that was all that mattered. So instead of trying to keep her on a tight leash her parents were all right with Jen staying out late, drinking, and partying. It wasn't like with how she heard it was with her peers. She'd hear stories about how other parents were really strict and didn't let their kids do anything without trying to keep an eye on them, even when the kids weren't doing anything that needed to be kept track of.

              Along with all the memories, or blurred memories of nights barely remembered, there were two figures that had kept a constant in her high school experience—Ben and Blake. Both of the boys were alike in many ways, but completely different in others. Physically they were near opposites, Ben having blonde hair and blue eyes with a stocky figure and Blake having thick, curly black hair that sometimes hung down in front of his face with a slim figure. Ben was an outgoing sporty guy who played on the football team and was voted prom king while Blake was considered the school poet, brooding and distant, often in trouble. Jen had been different from both of them by being a nerd who didn't fit in with the cheer leader or their hang arounds. But somehow the three of them had formed a tightly knit group, hanging out after school when their schedules allowed, and sometimes going to parties together.