ROMANCE: Mated to the Bear (Stepbrother Paranormal Shifter) (Threesome Taboo Romance) (49 page)

“Man, I’m so sorry about that. I know it was fucked up and I’m real sorry about that,” Maxwell apologized to Alan over the phone.

“Well, what you did was kind of messed up,” Alan admitted to Max. He wasn’t sure how to approach Maxwell about the butler incident the previous evening, but his friend seemed to be taking it well.

“Wait, you thought I was sorry about beating the fuck out of that dumbass?” Maxwell inquired.

Alan felt a lump form in his throat and he started to feel like it was a bad idea to call his friend on it. An awkward silence set in on the line and then a light cackle came out on the other end.

“Dude, I’m just fucking with you,” Maxwell laughed. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that too. The guy was a klutz. I mean come on; did you see what he did?”

Alan sighed with relief, “No, I didn’t catch it.”

“Well, a few ladies were undressing by the kitchen, and this dumbass races out with full tray of champagne glasses. He wasn’t watching where he was going and knocked into the group of them.” The eccentric billionaire laughed yet his friend didn’t share in the same humor.

“Hey, Max?”

“Yeah, what’s up, baby boy?”

“Who were those two ladies you introduced to me last night?” Alan finally got to the point of the call.

“Oh,” he chuckled. “The two sorority chicks? Well, the one is Katrina. She’s been hanging out here today. I had her toss my salad when I woke up this morning.” Laughter came from Maxwell again.

Ugh
, that was the last thing that Alan wanted to think about. Rather than draw his ire, Alan humored Maxwell.

“Really?! Could you ask her what her friends name was?”

“Nah.” The line went quiet. Maxwell cupped the phone and Alan could hear faint rustling and mumbling between two people.

“Hey, bro?” Maxwell called out.

“Yeah, what did she say?”

“Who?!”

“Katrina?”

“Fuck if I know, I was talking to my security guy. Hey! Do you know who that chick was with Katrina?” Alan could faintly hear the other gentleman speaking. “Nah, Trent doesn’t know either. But, I’ll bet you he can get you the number of another bitch if you want.”

Alan didn’t find the humor in that, but he feigned laughter.

“Look, could you get me her number?”

“What do you owe her money? Ha!” Maxwell continued to entertain himself.

“Seriously? Come on.”

“Sure, baby boy. I’ll look into it. Say, can I call you right back, man?” Maxwell asked.

“Yeah, sure.” The line went dead.

Wonderful!
Alan thought. That was Max’s way of blowing him off. Most likely his attention deficit disorder kicked in and he saw something much more intriguing than the conversation he was having with Alan. This was classic Maxwell Hart. If you weren’t engaging enough for him, he’d move onto something new.

“Nice,” Alan laid his head on his desk and sighed deeply.

“Hey, Alan? Do you mind if I take a dip in the pool?” Tiffany asked.

He pressed himself up off his desk and blinked away the sleep from his eyes. Slowly Alan turned to Tiffany, who stood in the doorway to his office. Suddenly overcome by what he saw, Alan stumbled for the right words to say and, in the process, forgot the question.

Tiffany had her arm extended above her head, grasping the door jam. She wore a brown two-piece swim and a beach towel draped over her hips. Apparently, his little stepsister wasn’t such a wee girl anymore. Her body was perfectly toned and she had sun-kissed skin. It was evident that Tiffany must’ve spent some time outdoors recently because she sure showed the results in how she looked.

Confused, Alan eyed her up and down. Hauntingly familiar for the moment, Tiffany reminded him of the past evening and of the masked woman. He quickly dismissed the thought, realizing that he was sleep deprived and half-delirious. After all, the masked woman had blond hair and she was already a college student. But, then again, Maxwell didn’t say if he checked his facts.

Who cares? It wasn’t her
, he thought.

“Hey,” Tiffany laughed, “are you holding up okay? You are out of it.”

Tiffany walked up next Alan’s chair and leaned between him and the back of his seat. She placed her hands on his shoulders and kneaded his tense muscles. It felt incredible to have some tension relief and Alan made a mental note to call his massage therapist for an appointment. He muttered to himself loud enough for Tiffany to hear him.

“Hmmm?” Keeping her hands firmly on his tight muscles, Tiffany dipped her face next to his.

Cocking his head slightly, Alan looked through his peripheral vision to his stepsister. Her breath breezed over his cheek and goose bumps surfaced to his skin. Carefully, Alan brushed Tiffany’s hands away and he stood from his desk.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not a hundred percent.” Heading for the kitchen, Alan showed her the way to the pool deck. On the way through the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed one of his favorite import lagers.

“Come on,” he motioned to Tiffany as he popped off the bottle top. The cold chill of the beer breathed more life into him as he gulped from the bottle. Deep down, Alan was hoping to catch a buzz so that he could head to bed early. In the meantime, he figured he’d keep company with Tiffany at poolside.

Alan plopped onto a deck chair and reclined back. He threw back the remainder of his drink and placed the empty bottle on the ground. Reaching into his front shirt pocket, Alan pulled out his sunglasses to cut some of the bright glare of the sun splashing from the pool surface. He breathed in deeply and perched his head on his interlaced palms. Faintly, Alan heard Tiffany talking, but he had checked out by now. He silently promised to pay closer attention to her.

His mind was a million miles away when Alan noticed Tiffany strip her towel from around her waist. She stood perfectly blocking the sun from the pool surface. All that Alan could make of Tiffany was her silhouette. Alan began thinking again about the mystery woman. Instead of dwelling on it, he believed that he could wash away his thoughts with more alcohol. Rather than relax right away, Alan jumped to his feet, and ran back into the kitchen.

He grabbed the rest of the six-pack container of imported lager to enjoy by the pool as Tiffany would enjoy a dip in the pool.

“Are you going to join me?” she called out from the water. “This is perfect on a day like this.”

Alan slid the back door shut and raised his alcohol toward his stepsister.

“Nah, not today. You want a drink?”

“Sure, what do you have?” she asked cheerfully.

“Uhm…this,” he held up his beer. “Sorry, I may not have many girly drinks, but you’re welcome to look around and grab whatever you want. There may be some champagne or wine, just get whatever you want.”

“Thanks!” Tiffany continued swimming from one end of the pool to the other.

“Hey, Tiff?”

“Yeah?”

“If you grab a drink, please stick around here. No driving, cool?” he nodded to her.

“Yep.”

Alan relaxed back into his deck chair and tossed back another beer. His stomach bloated from the thick beer. Rather than delay any longer, he opened another and sipped away. He watched Tiffany swim about in the pool and admired how much she had matured and developed in the years since he last saw her.

“So, where’s your girlfriend at?” she asked as she splashed about in the water.

“Who?!” he wondered where she had heard about last night.

“Your girlfriend?”

He stuck his bottom lip out and shook his head. “Nope, no girlfriend. Who told you I was seeing anyone.”

“No one, I just assumed. I didn’t think you could be living in this place all by yourself.”

He heartily chuckled, “Haha, no. Sadly, I live outside of here more than I do live here. So, you mostly have the place to yourself.”

Tiffany perched her elbows on the poolside edge and leaned her face into her folded hands.

“Am I allowed to come along with you to work one day?”

“Actually, I was hoping you’d ask. As long as you don’t mind how boring it can be. But, if you are willing, I’ll take you along.” Alan was surprised she was so willing to come along.

“Hey, I’d love to go check out more places like yours. Do you just sell places like these?” she inquired.

“Mmm,” he gulped back more beer. “Not really. Sometimes…I guess it depends. There are times I just send people out to deal with properties like these. But, if it’s a bigger investment, then I’ll go have a look at it.”

“Hmmm,” Tiffany pressed off the pool wall and continued to swim.

Alan gazed at her muscles ripple with each stroke she made through the pool. Her legs fluttered up and down, and her arms fanned out. He began daydreaming again as he watched Tiffany. The sunglasses did a decent job of hiding his prying eyes. Thankfully, Alan comfortably watched his stepsister while she swam without her knowing.

After throwing back a few drinks, Alan felt his body begin to buzz and his sleep deprivation take over. Again, the masked blond woman haunted his thoughts. He kept daydreaming of her as he watched Tiffany swim. The more he stared at Tiffany, the more aroused he became. His cock began to stand at attention in his jeans right as he drifted off to sleep.

Before Alan knew it, Tiffany awakened him and helped him to his feet. He staggered into the house as his stepsister opened the door and gently guided him. By now, he was fully inebriated which was surprising considering how many drinks he had.

Tiffany tucked her head under his arm and allowed him to bear some weight on her. She awkwardly walked with him to his room. The touch of her cold, wet skin made Alan’s lips water. He could feel her nearly nude body supporting his. Alan looked down to see that he was completely hard at her touch.

A mixture of his lust came from thoughts of the previous night, the alcohol he binged on and staring at Tiffany swimming. A short wave of embarrassment washed over him when he wondered if she noticed.

She carefully lowered Alan to his enormous round bed. He plopped back and struggled to pull his button down shirt off. Tiffany climbed onto the bed and helped him unbutton his shirt and pull it off.

“Wow, you had a little too much to drink. Are you going to be alright?” she grew concerned.

“Meh, I’m…uh…uhm…” Alan slurred out words, but couldn’t muster anything. Sleep washed over him and he drifted off.

He awoke to his darkened bedroom and saw the mystery woman next to him on the bed. Speech still eluded him, and tears of joy welled in his eyes. Rather than miss the opportunity, Alan grasped her and pulled her face into his. Kissing deeply, he sucked away her lips and dashed his tongue in and out over her tongue.

The sweet taste of her saliva was refreshing against the bitter taste of alcohol on his breath. Alan pulled the mystery woman in and guided her hips over his on the bed. He embraced her against him and could feel her skin touch his.

She felt chilled and moist against him. And, Alan could feel her crotch buck against the exterior of his jeans. Up and down, the woman dry-humped Alan as they continued to make out. He rolled her over to lie on the bed and secured her wrists to the bed above her head. Alan kissed her rapidly and repeatedly, tracing the curves of her neck down to her breasts and along her ribs.

Alan pulled her bra over her head and kissed her body. His eyes focused more in the dark and his dreamscape collapsed as he discovered what was actually happening. As reality washed over him and sickness formed in the bottom of his stomach. He rushed out of his bed and slammed into his closet door. As he staggered to gain his composure and bearings, Alan fumbled with the light switch and everything became illuminated.

“Oh, my God!” Alan wasn’t at all sleeping.

And, that wasn’t the blond masked woman. In his bed was Tiffany, topless and looking just as confused as Alan.

“What’s the matter?!” Tiffany wanted to know. “Did I do something wrong?”

Drool slipped from the edge of Alan’s lips and he collapsed to the floor. Panic, confusion and embarrassment overwhelmed his emotions as the room began to spin. Alan’s head throbbed and his stomach turned. He dry heaved in response. After several gags, thin mucus and beer foam spilled to the hardwood floor.

Tiffany rolled out of the bed and came to help her disoriented stepbrother. She grabbed her wet beach towel from the floor and placed it beneath Alan’s face. Dabbing a little moisture from his mouth, Tiffany wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pressed her breast against his back.

“Are you going to be okay?” Tiffany kissed his shoulder and rubbed her fingers through his hair.

Alan didn’t know how he could recover from what just happened. Thankfully, he stopped it before things went too far. His erection had long since vanished and his lust was replaced by shame.

Had I just made out with my stepsister? What the fuck did I do?

Alan turned his head toward her while supporting himself on his hands and knees. He looked over to her as his nausea subsided. Tiffany had an incredible body and under normal circumstances, he would’ve taken advantage of this beautiful, young 18-year old woman.