Alpha Vampire Romance: Vampire’s Mate (Paranormal Shapeshifter Alpha Demon Vampire Romance) (Coming of Age Werewolf BBW Shifter Women’s Fiction Short Stories) (92 page)

“It’s good to speak to you, Guy,” I said. I smiled as I spoke, picturing him sitting on his sofa in one of his stupidly expensive business suits. I wondered if he was watching the television with a drink in his hand, trying to relax, or if he was still tied up in paperwork after a long day in the office.

“How have you been?” He sounded like he genuinely wanted to know, not like he was just asking for something to say.

“Um…” I wanted to say I was stressed and unable to think straight, but instead I said, “I’m alright thanks. Busy with my course work. You?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he answered, almost a little too honestly.

“Me neither,” I answered, already in my fantasy world. I remembered that night once more, how it made me feel, the sensations rushing all over my body… “Hugh too.” As soon as I said that out loud, I regretted it. How stupid was I to admit that to him? I’d probably just blown it completely. Surely Guy would never want to see me again if he knew that I was still undecided.

“How about we go out for that drink?” he said, changing the subject completely, much to my relief.

“Sure,” I sighed happily. “That sounds lovely.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up on Friday at eight?”

“Sure.” I was surprisingly already looking forward to it.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I began to feel a lot better. If Guy still wanted me, that had to be good news. He was a stunning billionaire who had the world at his feet, and yet he still wanted to go out with me – a lowly waitress who could barely afford to put herself through her studies.

If Hugh didn’t want to know me, then that would have to be the end of it.

I stood up from my bed and walked over to my wardrobe, realizing that I had a much bigger problem to distract me. What was I supposed to wear on a date with an extremely rich man? Where would he take me? Presumably not somewhere where my mall fashions would fit in, that’s for sure! But there was no way I could afford anything designer either.

But then, as I looked on all my slightly shabby dresses I realized that Guy had likely been with women with the same social status as he, the kind that could afford Botox and surgery and expensive dresses. He’d dated women who could afford makeup artists and hair stylists, and that hadn’t been enough to keep him interested.

If he wanted to see me for a third time, to take me out on a date, then that was because he liked
me
, and he wanted to spend time with the real me. Not someone in an outfit that cost more than my rent.

If he kept coming back for more, that had to mean something. Maybe it was time that I started to be a little more confident of what
I
had to offer. Guy obviously saw something, even if I didn’t. Maybe it was time to accept that!

So I pulled a simple red dress from my collection and sat it down on the bed, smiling. I knew that I looked quite good in that dress, and it made me feel confident. It would have to do.

Now all I had to do was make it to Friday!

*****

Hugh

The weeks following that fateful night were utter hell. I sunk into a pit of misery and stopped caring about everything that was important to me. Even my business was beginning to slip into some troubles, but I didn’t have the heart to fix it, and I just didn’t seem to care that much. My PA was doing the best he could, but he could only get so far.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about that night, of
them
, of Marceline, and Guy too. It was bizarre and utterly confusing, and I had no idea what it meant about me. Not knowing who I was anymore was utterly terrifying and it had thrown me into complete disarray.

By the time 5pm rolled around on the Friday, I was already in the nearest bar to my office, drinking my problems away. By eight o’ clock, I was thoroughly drunk and growing increasingly angry.

My sour mood, which kept my focus solely on the glass in front of me, was the reason it took me a while to spot that by some miracle,
they
were both there. In the bar, not too far away from me.

If I hadn’t stood up to go to the bathroom, I might not have noticed them at all, and it didn’t look like they’d seen me either.

I watched them for a few moments as they casually flirted, laughing merrily whilst sharing drinks. A red mist descended. I felt angrier and more betrayed than I ever had before. It was the sort of rage that consumed my entire body, coiling it all up in tight, fierce knots.

How dare they come into where I am and flirt like that? Did they
want
me to know? Were they trying to hurt me, or were they just utterly insensitive?

I couldn’t keep away for a second longer. I was fuming, and they needed to know how mad I was. I stormed over to them, wanting to scream and yell – even if it meant that the rest of the world heard.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” I heard myself slur as I staggered by their table. “Why are you here? Are you on a date or something?”

“Wait Hugh!” cried Marceline. Her sweet, caring voice sobered me up a little. I wanted to impress this woman, not act like a drunken idiot around her! After all that had happened, she still managed to affect me deeply. I rubbed my eyes, trying to pull myself together. “It isn’t… we didn’t…”

“We didn’t think you would ever want to see us again,” Guy finally finished, filling me with an unwanted clarity.

He was right. I
had
kicked them out, I
had
yelled. I
had
been a dick that morning. There was no denying it, this was on me.

As I flicked my eyes between them I realized how stupid I’d been. I’d been so concerned with what other people would think, that I hadn’t even considered my own feelings.

I didn’t want to lose Marceline. I didn’t want to lose Guy either.

“I’m sorry I…” I slumped down at the table beside them, dangerously close to tears. Deep down I knew what I wanted, but I was too afraid to admit it out loud – even to the two people that I knew would understand.

As my head fell into my hands, I felt Marceline’s warm fingers against my skin, and I looked up to meet her eyes. She was so cute, so sexy; all I wanted to do was kiss her.

“We
would
have invited you; of course we would… if we’d thought you’d want to come,” said Marceline.

Her meaning was loaded, and even in my less-than-pleasant state I could see that. I knew what she offering. She liked us both, and she was giving us another opportunity to be with her. She was giving me the chance to redeem myself.

And then she started to trail her fingers along my lips – even though Guy was watching – and I suddenly knew where the night was headed.

It was the calmest I’d felt in a very long time.

*****

Guy

My erection strained painfully against my jeans as I watched Marceline kiss Hugh. I was slightly aware that people were around us watching, that we were in a public place. But I really didn’t care.

“Come on,” I growled lustfully, leaning in towards them both. “Let’s go back to my place.”

I waited with baited breath for them both to stand up. I’d half expected my demand to be too much for Hugh, I thought he might reject us once more, but much to my relief I saw lust in his eyes.

He
wanted
this again. We all did.

We stepped outside the bar, happy to be leaving the public behind. The entire time, Marceline’s hands entwined with us both, no longer caring who saw. As we got into my limousine, there was a thick sexual tension in the air, which my driver must have been able to sense because he shut the partition quickly, giving us the privacy that we needed.

As the car vibrated along the road, Hugh and I took the opportunity to explore Marceline’s body once more, working her up into a real frenzy. She writhed, and cried out and buckled under our touch, as we brought her to the brink of orgasm and back over and over again, and I knew that we were in for one hell of a night.

This date had gone better than I’d even expected. I’d hoped that Marceline would give me another shot, but to learn that we were going to get Hugh again too – that was just mind blowing! I was more excited about his presence than I ever thought I would be.

As the car pulled up outside my home, we staggered up the long driveway, and made it through the front door in a haze of lust, like horny teenagers about to lose their virginities. There was a deep thrill between us all, a feeling that I knew would connect us all forever. I’d had sex before – a lot – but it had never made me feel like this, and I was certain that the others felt the same.

I wasn’t a prude either, I’d experimented before – spanking, bondage, positions… but this was my first threesome, and I felt like it had changed me, opened up a whole new world to me – one that I wanted to get to know a whole lot better!

We stripped each other in a similar, frantic fashion and soon I found myself surrounded by flesh everywhere, and happier than I’d ever been before.

I watched Marceline’s hands get tangled up in Hugh’s hair as they kissed with a fiery passion, and I stroked my throbbing cock, just taking a second to enjoy the moment. Just watching, waiting, letting the anticipation build.

He pulled her backwards until he was sitting on one of my dining room chairs with her on top of him, just teasing her entrance as his hands explored her body. As he reached her breasts, I realized that I needed to get involved now, before I exploded, so I stepped closer, rubbing the small of her back with one hand, and angling her so that I could feel her hot, wet center with the other.

She gasped, and Hugh seemed to lose control. I watched him grip hold of his length, before pushing it inside of her, causing her to toss her head back with pleasure.

I stood to the side of her, holding myself too, and she happily wrapped her lips hungrily around me, sending pleasure rocking through my entire body.

But this wasn’t how it was going to go. I’d waited too long to be with her again and I was going to get the full experience, so after a few moments, I pulled her in for a deep kiss, teasing her off of Hugh. She fell to her knees with a thud, and angled her mouth towards his cock, giving me a really great, pornographic-style view as I knelt behind her to thrust inside of her.

I could hear her moaning with pleasure as I took her hard and fast, and it wasn’t long before we were all experiencing explosive orgasms once more.

As we all sat there, panting and breathless as if the wind had been knocked from us, I couldn’t help but wonder where all of this was going to lead.

*****

Epilogue

Marceline

The months passed quickly, and I found myself still dating both Hugh and Guy. An arrangement which we were all – surprisingly – incredibly happy with.

After that second night of passion, we all realized that there was no point in trying to deny our feelings for one another anymore – it just ended up with us all hurting – so we had a frank, open and honest discussion about what we all wanted.

And we all wanted to continue.

Of course, some ground rules had to be set out so that we were all happy, and all getting something from it, but after a few bumps in the road, we’d finally gotten to a place where all was well.

Better than well actually – it was totally amazing!

Sometimes I went out with Guy, sometimes Hugh; sometimes it was all three of us. Those were the nights that I liked best – these men were brilliant alone, but there was something about the feeling I got from having both of them to talk to, to make me laugh, to make me feel sexy… it was just on another level entirely!

Our relationship wasn’t something that we discussed openly – we didn’t want other people’s judgments and opinions to hurt us – but we didn’t lie if people asked us, either.

The only person that I
had
told was Nikki, and she had been endlessly supportive of me. She was glad that I was happy, and wasn’t bothered how I got there.

I was pretty sure that this was an arrangement that couldn’t last forever, but as long as we were all happy right now, and no one was getting hurt, we were all content to continue. I didn’t like to think too hard about the future – as long as the present was good, that was fine by me!

And without all of the hurt and the sadness that came from the confusion, my studies had resumed, better than ever. I found that when I was secure in my relationship with Hugh and Guy, I could concentrate much better, which made my life a whole lot easier!

Hugh smiled at me and Guy over the table in the restaurant where we were eating a meal together. “Let’s go back to my place.”

And the flutter of excitement burst inside me again as I grinned happily back.

Knowing that I was in for another night of mind blowing fun was a phenomenal feeling that put me on top of the world. I wondered if I would
ever
get bored of the thrilling anticipation that came from being able to turn on two such gorgeous men.

I hoped that I’d never have to find out!