Romance: Gay Paranormal Romance: Shiftr book 1(MM Paranormal Mpreg Romance) (Gay Biker Shifter Romance) (126 page)

“I know what associate means, Dom.”

“Shall we wait until Mr. Phillipeaux is done with his phone call?” the maitre d’ asked.

“Yes,” Dom said confidently.

We waited twenty minutes before the maître d’ finally seated us. He brought us wine, bread and oil to dip it into. I looked at Dom questioningly. She smiled and held her glass of wine up to her lips. I followed her lead. If they were serving us wine, I might as well have a glass.

When Evens finally did show up, he said almost nothing. We finally ordered food for everyone after the waiter came and asked us if anyone would be joining us for the second time.

“Something wrong?” Dom asked Evens.

“Nah. Everything’s good.”

“You sure, babe?”

His demeanor changed. I saw a flash of anger, and it was gone almost immediately. “Yeah, babe, everything’s good. I swear.”

I was still wondering what had happened when Evens’ phone rang again. He held up a finger, and walked away from the table.

“Does this happen a lot?”

“Yeah. He’s busy.”

“Girl, there’s something not right about it,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Does he always speak on the phone like that. In that weird language?”

“Not all the time. Only when his uncle calls. It’s creole. At least that’s what he said it is.”

“Does his uncle call a lot?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“What about?”

“Listen T, I don’t know what you want to know, but, he’s good to me, and whatever he does is okay by me.”

I put down the empty glass of wine. “He a drug dealer. He’s not a stock broker. What kind of bullshit is that? I mean, the car, the phone calls. I get a feeling…”

“Get a feeling what?” I hadn’t seen Evens come back to the table.

I bit my tongue. I could feel the way Dom was staring at me. I knew that she knew that Evens wasn’t telling her the whole truth. I grabbed Dom’s wine and took a drink. “I got a feeling that you two are going to be together for a long time.”
He looked at me skeptically. Then he smiled "yeah, I think so too.” He held up his wine glass to toast me. Our glasses clicked together and he gave me a look that scared me.

"Do you know when your friend is going to show up?" Dom asked.

"He isn't going to be able to make it,” He said flatly.

I have to admit that I was a little relieved. I was starting to feel a little bit tipsy. I got a little out-of-control with the wine. And my mouth was about to get the better of me, before I stopped myself. The last thing I need right now, some strange man coming on to me.

The food arrived just then, and we all dove in trying to make light conversation. But, Evens kept giving me looks that told me that Dom was his, and not mine. Just the way he spoke,and the way he looked at me, made me nervous. I'm pretty sure Dom was completely oblivious to the entire thing. But, there was an edge to Evens that made me uncomfortable. Like he was an aggressive dog that was just leashed for the time being. He reminded me of one guy that I hooked up with. There was always something bubbling right beneath the surface with him. Something wild. With him, it turned me on. With Evens, I was scared. I didn't know how to tell Dom this.

Emmanuel

Shit is crazy. Evens uncle is either dead, or shot or something. Evens told me that I needed to go down to Kingston immediately.

The TSA guard checked my passport, and gave me a long look up and down. “Gonna have to pat you down sir.”

I smiled at her, “With pleasure.”

She waved to someone behind me, and this man in his fifties approached me with blue latex gloves on. “Oh, baby, you ain’t gonna do me like that, are you?”

She smiled over shoulder as she walked away. “Sorry, baby. Those are the rules.” She smiled in a way that let me know that she would have preferred to have done it herself.

“Sir, I’m going to touch your groin with the back of my hands…”

“Shut the fuck up,” I thought to myself.

“Sir, Is this your bag?” Another TSA agent was holding up my black Gucci bag.

“Yeah.”

“Is that an affirmative sir?”

“Affirmative? Yeah. It’s my bag.”

“We’re going to have to open it up.”

“For what?”

“We have to take a look.”

I just knew they were going to try to plant some shit on me. Meanwhile, I got some other dude not touching my junk with the back of his hands.

The other guy walked to a machine with a piece of cotton that he’d just used to wipe the inside of my bag. He placed it in the machine. Looked at the results, and said. “Sir, you’re going to have to come with us.”

The other man hooked his arm around my arm while the other did the same, and started walking me towards a door.

Evens

That whole way to drop off Dom and Tamika back at their dorm, my head was spinning. My uncle had been shot. I couldn’t get much more in the way of details. He was in the emergency room with multiple gunshot wounds to the chest. I was trying to keep cool. And then on top of it all, Tamika is trying to challenge me. I was so angry at her. I was just trying to keep it cool in front of Dominica, but, if this bitch wasn’t her friend, there was no way in hell I would have let her talk to me like that . But still, there was something about her. I looked in the rearview mirror while we were driving home a few times. I’m pretty sure she caught me one time. And that made my dick jump. I know it’s Dominica’s best friend, but the way that she challenged was surprising and made me a little hard.

When we got back to the dorm, I went to lean in for a kiss from Dominica. “I want to come back with you.”

“What? Dom, what are you talking about? We got that thing to do.” Tamika said.

“What thing?”

“You remember…”

I could tell Tamika was lying. She was trying to get Dominica to go back up to the dorm room with her. “Or, you could just come back with us to my place.”

Tamika looked shocked. “Excuse me?” But, I could tell she was intrigued. She just was trying not to show it.

“Just playin’. C’mon Dominica.”

Tamika left the car shaking her head. But she looked back at me as she was getting out of the car. She held eye contact just a second longer than she should have. I had her if I wanted her.

Tamika kissed Dominica good bye, and waved as we drove away.

“What the fuck was that?” Dom shouted.

“What?”

“You know exactly what.”

“I just thought she could use a little loosening up.” I smiled.

“And you were just the man to do it?”

“No, I was thinking that you were the right woman to do it. I’d just watch.”

“You must be joking, Evens.” She glared at me.

“Of course,” but I really wasn’t. My dick was so hard thinking about having Tamika and Dominica in my bed at the same time. I should have felt bad about it, but, really, I wanted it.

When we got back to my townhouse, I carried Dominica up to my bedroom. I slowly removed her dress, and placed her on the bed, face down. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

I went into the bathroom, and grabbed some massage oil from the counter. I poured it onto her back, ass and legs. I worked her the oil into her back, pushing her hair back, kissing the back of her neck. “Your hands are so strong. So strong,” she murmured as I worked her back and neck gently, but firmly. She moaned softly as I worked down to her ass. I took a cheek in both hands and kneaded the oil into her buttocks. I snuck a lick at her wet pussy as I made my way down her legs, all the way to the bottom of her feet. I started back up again. She was starting to move in rhythm with the motion of my hands. On the way back up, I worked on her inner thighs, moving in a circular motion.

“Oh, Ev,” she moaned.

I stuck two fingers in her pussy and started working them in and out. I took the oil that was still left on my hands, and started working my hard cock. Dominica leaned into my hand, forcing her beautiful, glistening ass in the air, forcing my fingers deeper into her pussy. I could feel the juices sliding over my hand. I pulled my fingers out, and Dominica gave out a protesting moan, but she didn’t have to wait long. I put the tip of cock up to her pussy lips, and her pussy pulled me right in. I slid in and out. Her pussy was tight, and I loved it. And for being so new to it, she knew exactly how to use it. She squeezed me tight inside of her pulsing and squeezing with each thrust. She threw her ass back at me hard. The oil making us move together as one. I varied my pace, not wanting to come too soon. It was so easy to do with her milking my dick the way she was. Her ass, glistened in the dim light of the room. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, going as far in as I possibly could. She groaned her approval, as she pushed her ass harder against me. Grinding against me, forcing me to adjust to her pace. She grabbed my ass, and pulled me to her, directing me to go harder, deeper. I was keeping pace with her, but, was starting to get close. Every time I tried to slow down, her pussy would pull me farther in. My pace was quickening. I grabbed her shoulder and started pulling her towards me. We were thrusting, moving together in rhythm. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second. My dick was starting to  ache. I tried to stop, but every time I did, she grabbed my ass, or ground herself harder into me. I succumbed to the pleasure, and closed my eyes. I felt the orgasm threatening and gritted my teeth against it. I tried to think of anything else. I closed my eyes, and thought of dinner. And then Tamika, and then I was right on the edge, I tried to force Tamika out of my head,  and then Dominica was moaning and I came, emptying my balls deep into her. She wasn’t done though. I tried to continue, and then the thought of Tamika and Dominica entered my head, I didn’t want to think about it but I could see them together and I was instantly hard again, thrusting. Dominica ground against me, squeezed my ass, pulling it to her, groaning, moaning, and then, a flood of pussy juice came flowing out of her as she collapsed on the bed.

“Boy, that was good. I thought guys couldn’t get hard again so quick… You must have some super power or something.”

“Something like that…”

I smiled, gathered her in my arms, and she fell asleep on my chest.

The End

1: Lucinda

Lucinda Waters stumbled over the top step to her apartment building’s lobby door and went down hard on one knee, barely saving herself from falling flat. Her legs, numb from exhaustion, had given out just a little too soon. The tall, curvy brunette sighed, gritting her teeth, knowing passers-by would be staring and she’d better just force herself up and move on quickly. New York City’s Upper West Side in a nutshell: age, elegance, beauty, and indifference to suffering. And so she pulled herself up on the railing, got her wobbly legs under her, and shoved herself forward through the door.

Her apartment lobby glowed under its antique chandeliers, the mosaic floor and Gilded Age trappings of mirrors and brass shimmering at her with the promise of better things. Right now, fresh from another stage audition after two shifts starting at 6am, the beauty brought tears to her pale blue eyes that weren’t exactly of joy. Defeated, she limped for the tiny, narrow elevator, thinking to herself
well, I made it home without breaking down, at least.

The apartment was an old rooming house for young ladies, very dormitory-like, with tiny rooms, a bathroom at each end of the hall and a kitchen down on the first floor. She found it like living in a filing cabinet, despite the prettiness of it all, but after a twelve hour day the glorified closet with its narrow bed, chair, desk and bureau were a welcome sight. She stripped out of her audition dress, trashed her ruined pantyhose, got a shower down the hall and then just sat in her nightshirt and shorts out on the fire escape, staring out over the city. The Big Apple, city of promise, where people with dreams of Broadway made their start….

...as long as they were skinny and hot enough.

A sob caught in Lucinda’s throat. The audition had gone as they always did. She had sung every note of the score perfectly, with passion, precision and the right mix of emotions for the scene. She had acted rings around others on the stage. Her voice had compelled passers-by in the hall to stop, looking in the doors to see who it was. But who was it? No one they knew, and built more like a Wagnerian Valkyrie than anyone who should be performing in a Broadway musical. She could perform everything about the part perfectly, but she couldn’t turn herself into the size-two diva that these people always seemed to want center stage.

There had been comments afterward, meant to be supportive but as always, they came with barbs that the advice-givers probably hadn’t even meant. She really did have a good voice, but there weren’t very many roles for women of her body type.

“I hate you people,” she mumbled, tears rolling down her cheeks. It was all so petty, so shallow, so hateful. She knew she had both the talent and the skill, she knew she was hardworking enough, that she could do everything asked of her for these roles except be thin. But that one thing, it kept her back.

Two years ago Lucinda had realized that all the dieting in the world would not drag her down below a size sixteen without making her incredibly sick. She had eased off, focusing on regular exercise instead, and simply tried to learn to love her body as it was. She did all right, her confidence improving month by month, but times like these, she found herself torn between loathing her body and loathing people who wouldn’t accept her because of it. So here she was, sobbing on a fire escape instead of celebrating finally getting her big break. There were thousands like her in this city, and most of them couldn’t even sing, but had more of a chance because they looked the part. Crazy, stupid, fickle...and there was nothing she could do about it.

She had struggled ever since arriving in the city four years ago at age eighteen, fresh off the bus and ready to fight for what she wanted. Now she worked three crappy service jobs to pay for the rooming house, food and transportation...and now and again maybe a new pair of pantyhose. She even worked here to cover some of her rent, polishing brass and glass and sweeping the mosaic floors while she sang to keep herself company. But in the end she had just been treading water for four years, with nothing to show for it; no savings, no billings, no closer to her goals. And she knew that tomorrow, she’d pick herself back up and plan to try again, somehow, in some way. But right now, she was just too tired, and she let the tears fall.

A tap on the door startled her. She grabbed her short, fake-silk white kimono off the chair and threw it on as she padded over and looked through the spy-hole. The tall, lean figure beyond lounged idly against the wall, sleek in a tailored black leather skirt suit, her straight jet-black hair gleaming across her shoulders. Lucinda opened the door, feeling a little tug of apprehension. What did her landlord want? “Hi, can I help you?”

“Hullo dear.” The landlord—Claudia smiled at her, and Lucinda wiped her cheeks self-consciously. “Actually I was thinking I could help you.” Her gray eyes twinkled, and her lips quirked. Lucinda blinked at her, and then stepped aside as Claudia breezed in and opened the door. She leaned against the back of it, tenting her fingers. “A relative of mine is holding a singing contest at his next party, this weekend. I thought perhaps that you’d like a go. I could get you in, supply you with a dress and a ride, all that sort of thing.”

Lucinda stared at her, eyebrows going further up the longer Claudia went on. “I don’t...understand why?” she ventured finally.

Claudia chuckled and waved a hand. “Really, I’m getting quite tired of Yohan dominating these contests with his own entries. You’re quite good--everyone in the building has heard you now and again, singing as you work. It makes the place more pleasant.” Her eyes twinkled in amusement at Lucinda’s blush. “I think you could give Yohan a run for his money.”

Lucinda sat down in her chair, absorbing all of this. A contest in two days, a dress and a ride for the evening, a chance to sing in front of an audience. “What...kind of people go to these parties?”

“Oh, it’s quite exclusive. Lots of power-behind-the-throne types, lots of eccentrics like Yohan. Not terrible, but...they have their own ways of doing things.” She tapped her lips with a finger, gazing thoughtfully at Lucinda, up and down. Lucinda squirmed slightly under her scrutiny but tried to keep her smile on. Saturday was her only night off. She wouldn’t even be able to spend Sunday recovering if the party ran very late. But….

“I’ll do it. But I’ll need, um, I mean...what sort of party is it?”

“It’s a masked ball, dear. You’ll love it.” She gave Lucinda another once-over, then nodded. “Definitely Italian Renaissance.” She produced a black business card and handed it over. “Call my assistant at five o’clock tomorrow evening, and as soon as is convenient she’ll come over for a fitting.”

A while later Lucinda sat on her fire escape again, a little stunned, but neither teary-eyed nor hopeless.
A singing contest at a masquerade ball for rich eccentrics.
She thought of her earlier humiliation and despair, and lifted her chin, hunting around inside of her for her resolve.
I’m coming home with the prize money, damn it.