Undone: A New Adult College Bad Boy Romance (Mature Young Adult Fun Contemporary Romance) (44 page)

“Emily, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” the woman said as she began to fuss over Stacey’s hair.

“How can you be okay with this? I’m a stranger, marrying your son. You’re okay with all of this?”

Emily sighed. “Well, I probably wouldn’t have been if I didn’t get such a good feeling from you that first day you arrived. That and,” Emily sighed as she glanced at Stacey in the mirror, her face serious. “Nathan has been lonely. Honestly, he’s hardly ever dated because of being a shifter. Normally, he’d marry another of our kind, but we seem to be a dying breed these days. I think you’ll treat him well.”

Stacey nodded. It was nice to know that Emily wasn’t just an empty smile. She really did like Stacey and the idea of the marriage. The woman was a lot more calculated than she’d expected.

Glancing into the mirror, Stacey’s eyes took in her reflection. Her hair was pinned up, gentle and soft. The makeup on her face was light, but seemed to soften her features even more. Her dress had been purchased through Emily. It was sleek, simple. A white gown with straight lines, lace and a veil had been her choice. Knowing that the wedding was inevitable, it had been the one thing that Stacey had been sure to meet her standards.

“My mom’s going to kill me,” she mumbled to herself.

“Nonsense,” Emily said. “I’m sure she’ll come around.”

Stacey chuckled. “You’ve never met my mom.”

“True,” Emily said with a laugh, “I think it’s time for us to get going now.”

Stacy's belly flip flopped. “Now?”

“Yes,” Emily said softly. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

Stacey swallowed thickly. Emily led her downstairs. Everyone was outside, the music playing softly as Stacey peeked outside. It wasn’t as small a crowd as she had been expecting. It seemed as though every shifter in the state was there. Stacey had met a few of them, but most were fresh faces. Emily touched her arm gently before she walked out to take her seat.

When the music started for her to walk, Stacey moved forward as if on instinct. Everyone’s eyes fell on her as she walked out of the house. Stacey held her head a little higher. Then her eyes fell on Nathan. He was in a black suit, his big, brown eyes gazing at her.

Stacey felt something that she hadn’t in a long time. Her stomach flip flopped the closer she got to him. It may not have been conventional, but Stacey realized that she was happy. Nathan took her hands as she stood across from him.

“Still want to run away?” He asked quietly.

Stacey laughed before shaking her head. “I really don’t think I do.”

~

The first few weeks of married life weren’t that bad for Stacey. Mostly, things didn’t change between them, except it felt as though they’d started dating. Nathan would pull her close at night, wrap an arm around her body. He’d kiss her forehead when she was feeling down or hold her hand when they started going for walks. Nathan didn’t push her to sleep with him right away, for that she was grateful. She wasn’t ready yet. Everything felt as though it was going great, until Kristy broke into their breakfast one morning.

“You know you two have to produce a baby and soon right? I mean, it’s part of this,” she motioned to the two of them, “whole thing.”

Stacey glanced at Emily. “Is that true?”

Emily nodded. “It is. A maternal bond means you’re more likely to stay here, protect our secret.”

Stacey nodded, but she couldn’t keep the frown off of her face. She didn’t like the idea of having to sleep with Nathan before she was ready. Part of it was the fact that she was still self-conscious about her body, he’d never even seen her naked yet.

“Is the thought of sleeping with me really that awful?” Nathan asked, trying to mask the hurt tone of his voice.

Stacey shook her head. They were alone in his bedroom, his mom and sister had already left for the day. Both of them sat on the bed, Nathan’s eyes examining her face.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Stacey said quickly. “I just...I’m not ready.”

“What’s the matter?”

Stacey shrugged. Nathan reached a hand over, ran it through her hair. He cupped her face before lifting her chin up, making her look at him.

“I don’t know what’s going on unless you tell me. I will tell you that I don’t care what anyone says. I’ll wait as long as you need.”

Stacey could feel herself blushing. She didn’t want him to think that she didn’t want to sleep with him. It had been a long time since she’d been with anyone. She was almost afraid that she’d screw it up somehow, but she wanted him too.

“Let’s go take a walk.”

Stacey nodded. She slipped into her boots before she followed him out of the door. The sun was bright, the rays warm on her skin as they walked into the woods. Usually, they stuck to the outer edge of the house, but today Nathan was leading her further and further away. He was walking quickly, determined.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re just taking a walk,” Nathan said.

“I don’t believe you for a minute,” Stacey said as she shook her head.

Nathan grinned. “You’ll see soon enough.”

Just as Stacey was out of breath and ready to collapse, they came onto a house. It resembled the cabin that she’d stayed in when she first arrived, only it was bigger. A pale, blue pickup truck sat beside the house, a shed behind it. Stacey glanced around.

“Where are we?”

“This is my home,” Nathan said as she pushed open the front door.

Stacey hesitated. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to come here yet.”

Nathan held out a hand. “You’re my wife. You’re allowed to do whatever you want to do.”

Stacey took his hand with a grin. He pulled her over the threshold. The inside of the house seemed to be mimicking the estate with its earthy colors and muted tones. Stacey ran her fingers over the furniture softly.

“Wow, it’s beautiful.”

“I built it five years ago,” Nathan said as he headed up the stairs with Stacey behind him. “It took a lot of work, but I loved it.”

“You did this all by yourself?”

“Most of it,” Nathan said, “I’m not any good at electric work, though. Check this out,” he said as he opened a door.

A large bedroom opened up before her. It was beautiful, the bed ornately decorated. As Stacey glanced closer, she could see there were little bears carved into the wood of the bed. She smiled. The sound of running water made her follow the sound into the attached bathroom. It was the one modern aspect of the house that she’d seen so far. A big, deep tub was quickly filling with water as Nathan waved her over.

“Sit here,” he patted the edge of the tub. When she did, he helped her slip out of her boots before he sat them against the wall.

“Go ahead, get in. I’ll bring you a glass of champagne and something to eat. How does that sound?”

“I think you’re amazing,” she said, her eyes still wide.

Nathan chuckled. “Get in the tub,” he mumbled against her forehead before he kissed it.

Stacey grabbed his arm. “Screw that.”

Her hands travelled up to his face as she pulled his lips to hers. Nathan hesitated for a moment before his tongue slipped into her mouth. Stacey moaned. She began to pull her clothes off quickly, the tank top and shorts coming off easily.  Nathan was right behind her, slipping out of his clothes before he reached over to turn off the water.

“Are you sure?” He mumbled against her mouth.

Stacey nodded. “Just...don’t make fun of me.”

“For what?”

“My weight or anything else.”

Nathan pulled back. “Why would I do that? I think you’re beautiful. Besides,” he said as he ran a hand over her belly. “I love your curves.”

The anxiety that Stacey had been feeling for weeks melted away with those words. Nathan led her back into the bedroom before he pulled off her panties and bra. Lifting her up effortlessly, he laid her on the bed before he was on top of her. His mouth found her neck, her mouth, her belly, her thighs. Stacey shivered.

Nathan slipped between her thighs, his hands clutching her legs tightly. Stacey’s toes curled as his tongue ran over her wetness. Her hands tangled into Nathan’s hair, her back arching off of the blanket as he continued to work on her. Stacey realized that she was panting, moaning as she was reaching her peak.

Stacey couldn’t take the teasing anymore. She pulled Nathan up, kissing him deeply before he slipped out of his boxers. Stacey bit her lip as she took every inch of his body in. Nathan did the same, his eyes roaming over her, making her body feel hot. She tried to hide her body, but he pushed her hands away.

Slipping between her thighs, he slipped every inch of his length inside of her. Stacey moaned, her arms wrapping around his back as he began to speed up. She could feel the pleasure building with every stroke until her toes curled. She cried out as wave after wave crashed over her. Nathan was nowhere near done.

By the time he was, Stacey was exhausted. Still full of energy, Nathan pulled her up before leading her to the tub. He ran the water for her again before she sunk into it. Nathan disappeared for a while before he returned with a bottle and two glasses. He poured her a glass of champagne.

“How are you still so...energetic?” Stacey questioned as she sipped her drink.

“Shifter energy,” he said with a laugh. “We’re all like this.”

Nathan slipped into the tub with her. There was plenty of room for both of them. Stacey shook her head as he leaned over and began to leave a trail of kisses on the tops of her breasts.

“What did I get myself into?” She mumbled, but there was a smile on her lips.

Nathan grinned. “Let’s go again.”

“Absolutely not!” Stacey squealed as he began to kiss her neck.

“Just a quick one,” he mumbled against her skin, his laughter filling up the bathroom. When he’d caught his breath, he kissed her lips softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said quickly. If she wasn’t sure of anything else, she was sure of that.

The End

Chapter 1

I hate my job.

I let out a deep breath as two more men came in. They glanced at me as they took their seat. It sucked, but what more could I ask for a middle-of-nowhere job?

The men who’d just come in here weren’t from around town. One had short black hair, the other hand long brown hair. They looked not much older than I was, though a little more tired and ragged.

A waitress, it was so cliché it almost hurt. I scanned the room, caught one guy over at another table looking at me and looked away quickly pretending to clean the counters.

I turned my attention back to the guys who had just walked in. The charm on my neck buzzed. There was something off about them. Something my magic could detect. My eyes narrowed, I just couldn’t place it.

“Hey doll, refill my cup would ya?” One of the other guys called.

I grabbed my coffee pot and padded over to them. As I came to a stop in front of the men I refilled their coffee cup.

Smack.

My eyes widened as I felt something against my butt. He grinned as he squeezed it. The coffee pot fell to the table, my fingers curling into a fist. Pain seared through my knuckles as they connected with his face.

“You little bitch!” The guy held his nose, but I could already see blood dripping from it.

My fists covered my face, just like I’d been taught, ready for a fight.

The three men with him jumped to their feet as he let go of his nose and grabbed me. His fingers tangled into my hair. “I’m-”

“Hey!” We both turned to look at the voice. It was the guy with black hair who had just come in with his friend. His friend stood behind him. “Let her go.”

“Mind your own business. This little bitch needs to learn a little respect.”

The guy didn’t listen. He stood right in front of the guy holding me. My heart raced.

“My friend told you to let her go.” The brown haired one said. “You might want to do what he says.”

The guy snorted, his fingers tangling into my hair tighter. I gasped, pain searing through me.

Without another word the black haired one punched the guy, right in the nose again.

He stumbled back letting go of me. The brown haired guy grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the way as the three other guys jumped into action.

***

Of course we couldn’t just sit down and grab some dinner. These ass holes had to ruin that for us. Kyle took a deep breath before his fist connected with the guys face, again.

I grabbed her and pulled her out of the way as this guy’s goons jumped into action. I’d knocked one of them out before he was even out of his chair. One raced towards me as the other jumped on Kyle.

My wolf screamed for release, it begged me to let it go, to rip free and tear this guy to shreds. It was tempting but I couldn’t- not in front of her, she’s been through enough.

***

I just watched them as they fought the men that had been harassing me. There really wasn’t anything for me to do, in less than five minutes all four guys were unconscious. The two men turned to me.

“Are you alright?” The brown haired one asked.

“Yea, thanks to you guys. Thank you.”

He shrugged. “No need to thank us.”

“Well, let me at least get you something to eat? On the house.”

The black haired one grinned. “Now that sounds perfect. Come on Nate; let’s get these guys out of here.” He made his way over to the first guy.

“I’m Sarah by the way.”

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Kyle, and that as you might have figured out is Nate.” He reached out to shake my hand. Kyle was the one with black hair. Now that I got a better look at him my heart stopped for a split second. 

His green eyes sparkled and as we shook hands he held my hand firmly. I could see the muscles flex in his arms.

I swallowed dryly and turned to Nate.

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

We shook hands.

His dark brown eyes roamed over my body, and mine roamed over his. He wore a tight black shirt and skinny jeans that showed off his muscles. His brown hair hung down to his shoulders, and although messy he looked cute. My heart skipped another beat as he held my hand in his for a couple seconds longer than most people would.

Finally he pulled away and turned to his friend. “You just want to toss em outside?”

“Sounds good to me.” Kyle grinned.

I left them to it as I went into the kitchen. The thing about a small town truck stop is that this late at night you didn’t have a cook and a waitress; you had a cook/waitress. So as Kyle and Nate moved the bodies outside (something I have to admit I really didn’t feel bad about at all) I pulled out two stakes and set the fries in the deep fryer.

I poked my head out from the kitchen, watched them move the last body outside and turn back to their table.

“How do you like your steak done?”

“Rare.” They both said right away.

I nodded and padded back into the kitchen.

15 minutes passed before I plated their steak and fries and brought them out their free meal.

“Here you are,” I lay the plates down in front of them.

“Thank you.” They spoke at the same time again.

“Would you like to sit with us?” Nate asked.

“We won’t touch your butt.” Kyle promised.

I slid into the seat beside Kyle. “Thank you, I’d hate to have to hit you too.”

As I sat closer to them the charm around my neck hummed. What were they? They weren’t pale enough to be vampires that much I was sure of, which probably meant they were shifter. I had a lot of shifters stop in, but they normally didn’t travel together.

“Does that happen often?”

“More often than I’d like to admit.” Though most of the men were old enough to be my grandpa. I’d promised Hope, the owner of the place, I wouldn’t hit them; she didn’t want them to have a heart attack in her establishment. “So, what brings you boys to this part of… the world?”

“Just traveling.”

Where they a couple? I couldn’t help but wonder. “Do you travel much?”

“Yea, we… don’t stay in one place too long.”

“Is it just the two of you? No girlfriends?” I raised an eyebrow.

Kyle grinned. “Are you asking for a reason?”

I felt my cheeks burn a little.

“No!” I said a little too quickly. I couldn’t deny the fact that they were both gorgeous. And I was wondering if they were single, but they’d just said that they traveled around a lot, so what was the point?

I bit my lip.

Nate laughed softly. “To answer your question, no… we’re a two wolf pack… so to speak.”

***

I watched her for a fraction of a second before cutting into my stake and taking a huge bite. Her thick brown hair and her dark skin made me wonder what her deal was. She looked Native American, but she made no indication that she knew what we were. Although, that happened it was a lot more common for us to be identified.

Something crossed over her face as Nate spoke. She did know what we were.

***

“So, that’s what you are? Wolves?”

The two men exchanged a grin. “You caught onto it pretty quick.”

“I’ve known there was something off about you since you walked in here. I just couldn’t place it.”

Kyle didn’t say anything as he ate his dinner. Nate studied me for a couple of seconds. “So what are you doing in the middle of nowhere, Sarah?”

“I live here with my parents. Just trying to save money so I can get through college and get the hell out of here.”

“Then where would you go?”

“I’m not sure; I’m hoping college will open some doors for me. I might not go through; I might just start traveling as soon as I can. Get out there and see life.” I wanted to experience the paranormal community. There really wasn’t one around here, and what we did consider a paranormal community was beyond small- hell our AA meetings were bigger than our paranormal community.

I wanted to see what the world had to offer. I wanted to meet sirens and fae and everything else that was out there.

“You don’t have anywhere you’d like to go?”

“Nope, just… travel around, like you guys do.”

“It’s not as fun as it sounds.” Kyle admitted. “There’s lots of driving involved.

“Still, it’s got to be better than this place.”