Authors: Jessa Hawke
Chapter 6 Caveman Behaviour
I awaken in a tangle of naked bodies. Somehow I fell asleep again, sandwiched between these two guys. I have my legs inside of a pair of muscly male thighs and I have a Chris’s head resting on my naked breasts, as a substitute pillow. It seems that Adam is at the bottom half of me with his head resting on my tummy.
Wiggling out from underneath them, I head to the bathroom to get freshened up, leaving them two in a heap on the bed.
After a shower and getting dressed, I decide to cook them a breakfast before they go on their way. I watch as they slowly emerge into my main living area, and reach for the strong coffee I’ve made in the machine. I think it’s the enticing aroma of coffee that finally got them moving. As each of them sits at my kitchen table in their boxers, I serve them a plate of eggs and pancakes, with some crispy bacon. That seems to do the trick. Neither one communicates with words, just the occasional grunt of appreciation.
I sit down to eat my own breakfast and give them both a big smile.
“I had an amazing time last night, thank you,” I tell them.
If I thought that might get a response, I was wrong. These boys didn’t wake up easily in the civvy world. Maybe if I was a drill sergeant, barking out orders, they would have automatically jumped to attention.
“I think you should both go back to your hotel room and sleep for the rest of today,” I suggest.
They both nod in agreement.
“Good, because I’ve ordered you a cab and it'll be here in ten minutes. I need to get my place cleaned up and you’re both just adding to the mess. So get dressed, your carriage awaits.”
Still continuing with the silent treatment and just the occasional grunt, they get dressed. A cab honks its horn from outside, so I walk the boys down to make sure they get off safely.
“We had a great time too, Viv,” Adam says to me, just before he gets in the cab. “We should do this again.” He reaches forward and pecks me on the lips before ducking his head and sitting next to Chris in the cab. I watch it drive off and wave after them, not really sure they can see me anyway.
I spend most of the day housekeeping, not my ideal way of spending a Saturday but it needs to be done. I’m just putting away the vacuum when I hear my cell ringing.
“Hey, Viv,” Adam’s voice comes clear over the speaker. “Chris is sleeping like a baby and we’re back safe and sound, thanks. Just wanted to ask if we can see you tonight, once we’re all refreshed?”
“Sure, why not?” I say, a little tingle of excitement inside at the prospect. “You know you two exhaust me,” I tell him, “but I love you both.”
“Catch you soon then?” he says.
“I’ll meet you both in the lobby at seven, okay?” I suggest.
I hear the line click as he cuts us off then I head for the bedroom, looking for my sexiest outfit for a night with my two GI’s
Chapter 7 Rival Calamity
I arrive a little late as the traffic was bad, and when I enter the lobby I can't believe my eyes. Chaos, in one word. Chris is in the middle of four soldiers with his arms swinging and landing blows on anyone that gets too close to him. The poor staffs are trying their best to calm the situation down. It seems that Adam is also in on it this time, though he’s probably been dragged in when he tried to sort it out. A member of staff is pleading with them to stop, or he’ll have to call the police. Looking at the uniforms that the other guys are wearing, I don't think it’s the same unit as Adam and Chris. Must be some kind of rivalry going on.
The guys surrounding Chris manage to grapple him to the floor and pin him down, then they start to pummel at his face with their fists. Seeing his best friend in some difficulty, Adam jumps onto the back of the soldier punching Chris, and wrestles him to the floor. This only enrages Chris further, and with an almighty roar he frees his arms from the other guys, landing a crushing blow to their chins, causing them to stagger back.
This was not how I hoped our night would start. I stood there, uncertain what to do. Should I intervene and risk getting hurt? I have a sudden idea and jump up onto a low coffee table, not too far from the brawl. Grabbing my rape whistle and drawing in a deep breath, I blow into the small metal object and it emits a loud, shrill noise.
That seems to do the trick. Maybe they thought it was the military police coming to clap them in irons. Whatever their reasons, everything stops, as if suddenly frozen in time as they all turn to look at me. I suddenly feel a little embarrassed, stood on a coffee table, with a skirt so short they could probably see my panties. I’m surrounded by a room full of males oozing testosterone. Chris and Adam look over at me shamefully.
“What the hell!” I shout at them.
Adam helps Chris up off the floor, and the other servicemen start to clear up some of the mess, picking up fallen chairs as they notice the chaos they’ve all caused.
An elderly man helps me to get down from the table, a lewd smile on his face as he catches an eyeful of my pink panties. Ah well, I think to myself, that’s his thrill for the day. I go over to my boys and smile.
“I think you’d better check-out and make arrangements with the other meatheads to sort out payment for damages,” I advise them.
“Why should we pay, those pricks started it!” Chris yells in his frustration, pointing in the direction of their adversaries who now only number two. The others seem to have scarpered pretty quickly.
“Do you know how immature that sounds?
It wasn't me Miss, it was him,
” I mimic. I turn to the remaining two. “Any cost should be split evenly between you all,” I tell them.
“No fucking way,” one says, raising his fist in the direction of Adam and Chris. “Fucking arrogant Navy seals, always think they’re better than anyone else. We didn't need no piece of skirt to come and rescue our ass!”
I notice for the first time just how hunky and handsome these other guys are. I suppose the adrenaline rushing through me must have distracted me earlier, but now everything has calmed down I see that these are two hunky-looking guys. Maybe not quite as well built as my boys, but still, they have a powerful look about them. I have a sudden warm feeling radiating out from my between my legs and spreading to all my erogenous zones, as I wonder what it would be liked to be wrestled by them, naked!
“I think you should be thankful that the hotel didn’t call the police,” I manage to keep the quiver of lust out of my voice. “Which I could do right now, unless you agree. The hotel really doesn't care who’s responsible, they just want you all out and covering the damages,” I say to him, as he snorts steam through his nostrils. “I suppose they might let you stay, seeing as these two are leaving,” I look to the Manager and he nods in agreement.
Fortunately, my two boys have moved away from the discussion. At least they have the common sense to do that. The guy I’m talking to calms down and gives me his number. Our hands briefly touch as he hands me the paper and I feel a jolt of electricity shudder through me.
What’s the matter with you girl?
I think to myself,
haven't you got enough with Chris and Adam?
Maybe he noticed my quiver when we touched, or maybe he just fancied his chances, but he leans forward and whispers into my ear, “Should you need the services of a real man, just give me a call.” With that he moves away and joins his friend.
I feel his eyes on me as I go over to Adam, who is speaking with the Manager, at least he’s come to his senses.
“There are blood stains in the carpet,” I hear the Manager complaining to him, but Adam is providing some cash up front, so hopefully that will be the end of that.
I notice that Chris isn’t around, so I ask where he is, “Please tell me he isn’t causing more calamity?” I ask Adam.
“Nah, when you said to check-out, he went up to get our stuff. We’d much rather stay with you than in this poxy hotel,” he remarks.
“I’m not sure how much of a good idea it is, but consider it my good deed for the day, helping out Uncle Sam’s boys. At least I should be able to keep you out of trouble until you go back on duty.”
Chapter 8 Unsaid Words are the Hardest
We spend the next few days together and they are some of the happiest of my life. I manage to book time off work, in unused holidays. My new buddies have opened up a new lease of life for me and I’ve discovered that not only do I love sex, I also love being around men who adore me.
I have to say, it is all over too quickly, and they soon receive their orders to return to duty. I think, deep down that they’re glad to get back to work. These two men are itching for situations that pump adrenaline around their bodies at a fast pace. Sex is only any good for a short time, plus they have each other for that activity.
Knowing that today is our last day together, and in the morning they will be leaving early, we’re trying to decide what we should do to spend our last day together. We’re all in agreement that they need to avoid alcohol, which only leads to trouble.
“Let’s go back to the Japanese Garden,” Chris suggests. “It will always remind us of you.”
“Aw, that’s sweet Chris,” I say. “It will also always remind me of my two handsome Navy seals.”
So that’s where we spent our last day together, in the beautifully sculptured gardens, enjoying the serenity and peacefulness of nature.
“Do you guys think you’ll ever get married and have kids?” I ask, out of curiosity.
“I can answer for me and that is a big fat NO, but Adam here, he’s a softy. I bet you he’ll have kids,” Chris mocks his buddy.
“What about you?” Adam asks me, not denying Chris’s accusation.
“Maybe, one day. If the right man comes along,” I reply, a little sadness inside knowing that neither of these two were that man. Not that I didn't love them because I did, but I couldn't see me as an army wife.
We all manage to have a good time, debating the problems of the world. I discover another side to my newfound friends, they have intelligence beneath their macho behaviour. The day comes to a close all too soon and we find ourselves staying at the gardens, right up until they close.
I wasn’t too upset as we had the evening ahead of us, or so I thought.
“We’re going back tonight, Viv,” Adam informs me, as I’m driving us back to my place. “We didn’t want to spoil your day, but it’s for the best. We’ll end up drinking and fucking, and you know, we won’t want to leave you.”
“I like the sound of that, but no worries, I know what you mean. Chris’ll end up crying, we can’t have that,” I mock, my own tears forming in my eyes.
When we get back to my apartment, I realize that they’ve already packed. I hadn’t noticed this morning, but now it’s time to say farewell to my boys.
“I’ve ordered a cab, it’s best we don’t prolong our goodbyes,” Adam, the ever sensible one, tries to break it to me gently.
“I love you guys,” I say and we all three embrace, tightly.
None of says anything about keeping in touch. We could make empty promises, but what’s the point? We all seem to be on the same wavelength. These boys never know where they’re going to be posted, and equally, they don’t even always know when and where they will take their Leave. Yeah, we could Skype and Facebook, but a relationship without sex won’t last long with these two. They need physical stuff, and I understand that. They live dangerously and they play hard.
“You know to look me up if you get a second chance in this town,” is all I dare commit to.
I wave to them through my window as I watch them get into the cab. Secretly, in my heart, I think I wanted them to suggest that we all keep in touch. I couldn’t bring myself to say that, because they may have rejected me, and that would just have broke my heart. So, it’s better this way. Better we don’t test each other.
The cab drives off and they are gone, gone out of my life, almost as quickly as they entered it.
Chapter 10 An Irresistible Invitation
I wake up the next day alone and feeling a bit miserable. Already I’m missing the boys, but that’s an episode of my life I have to put behind. It sure was good and taught me that I can have fun with the opposite sex, and still keep my dignity and be respectable. No one knows about my fun but me and the boys. Maybe one day I’ll get a knock on my door, just out of the blue, and there they will stand, ready for action. Maybe?
My ringing cell pulls me from my reverie and I reach over to the bedside drawers to answer it.
“Hi,” I shout down the phone, as if the other person is deaf.
“Is that Viv?” a male voice asks, but it isn’t one of the boys, I know their tones well.
“Yeah, who’s this?” I ask.
“We met the other day, when you rescued your boyfriends. I’m Alex and you gave me your number to square up the bill.”
“Oh, it’s okay, the boys covered it and they’re back on duty now so I wouldn’t worry about it,” I explain to him, a little disappointment in my voice because it stirs up memories of all the fun we had.
“Well…that’s not the real reason I’ve called,” he pauses before continuing. “Listen, Viv, can I ask a favor then?”
“Well, I can try and help, but I can’t contact them if that’s what you want,” why I thought they’d want to do that I have no idea, maybe they wanted to pay their part of the bill, or even continue their vendetta.
“If you've got the time, could you show us around town, we don’t know this place and thought you might be able to help us?”
The thought of spending a few days with another two handsome guys soon dispels any sad thoughts I have about Chris and Adam going back. Why not, I think to myself? I do love my new life and I love having these guys in twos.
“Sure,” I agree, “I would love to show you around. Shall I come and meet you in the lobby this evening, I’ve got work today?”
“That would be perfect because we need to sleep today. We had too much to drink last night and my mate got in a bar fight, so we could do with a nice girl to calm us down.”
Needless to say, the day couldn't pass quick enough. Tonight I have two new guys to meet, I could do this forever, and I’d never get lonely.
THE END
One Night Stand with the Billionaire
“There goes Lance Whitefield,” Anita's father said, as Anita turned to look in the direction that he was indicating with his chin.
Anita Burrows arrived at the cocktail party late and had even missed the dinner and speech by Senator Whitefield. She had been following him around for the past two years, trying to get an interview with him, but it was almost impossible with his battalion of bodyguards and security people. Anita was a journalist and she worked for her father’s newspaper company, the Boston Herald. Chris Burrows always had a way of sniffing out a story that could sell and he was one of the most respected journalists in the city. Anita's mother died when she was only six, and it was her dad who had raised her single handedly. He would take her along with him to the office, and she ended up following in his line of career. She had also turned out to be one of the best journalists in the county, mainly doing stories related to politicians and the elite of the state, a field that Chris did not approve of, but that did not stop her from publishing. Anita believed that in Boston, everyone had a skeleton hidden in their closet, and especially the politicians and the super rich, and those were the things that she investigated and published.
“Where is he? I can't seem to see him anywhere.” she asked, looking around the crowded room unable to see him.
Lance Whitefield was always big news. Wherever he went, people gathered in throngs and it was almost impossible to get an interview with him. He also happened to be single and was considered one of the most eligible bachelors around, always with many women chasing after him. It confused Anita why such a handsome man could still be single. Even she felt herself blushing and becoming very self-conscious when she was around him. Not that she had any interest in him, she just found him to be hot and attractive, as did every other warm-blooded woman in town. Besides, she felt he would never even look at a bigger bodied woman like her twice. He would probably rather go out with some model-looking waif and not someone who was round and curvy like Anita.
“There he is, and from the way that he is looking at the elevators, my guess is that he is about to take off,” her father replied.
“Perfect, this is my chance,” she winked at her father. “I'm going to sneak up to the penthouse and block his way until he gives me an interview.”
“Now, that’s my girl! A true Burrows.” Chris said, patting her back as she started making her way through the crowd.
She meandered through the clusters of people, making her way towards the private elevators and pondered what she was going to tell him. As she neared the elevator, the door opened and a good looking brunette was escorted out by one of Senator Whitefield's security men. She had the ultimate kind of body to make any woman green with envy, and all the men salivate after her. She was dressed to show off all of her sexy assets in a tight fitting dress that barely made it just below her buttocks. She looked very disappointed and was screaming obscenities at the security man as he guided her out of the room, telling him how he was going to be sorry. Anita looked around and then quickly entered the elevator. She hit the button to take her up and then began admiring herself in the mirror.
She was dressed in a dress that hugged her generously curvy body. It was a lot more modest than the get-up of the other woman who had just been evicted, as her dress reached almost down to her knees. She adjusted her huge breasts in her dress and then pulled her lipstick out of her clutch, adding a little to her pouty lips. Anita laughed to herself, as she didn’t understand why she wanted to look particularly sexy, since she was not interested in Lance, or was she? She shook her head, reminded herself that he would probably much rather be with someone like the woman that she had seen leaving the building. She checked out her figure in the mirror and compared it to the woman who had been escorted out. Despite her plus size, Anita had a very shapely body and people often complimented her. She was proud of her body and was comfortable in her own skin. However, she never seemed to find the right kind of guy for herself. The few that she had been out with had been with her solely for sex, and as soon as they got what they wanted, they were gone with the wind. After being burned a few too many times, she decided to dedicate her time to her work, although her dad often tried to encourage her to go out saying that she was wasting her beauty in the office. The elevator doors finally opened and Anita sighed in relief when she noted that there were no guards there. She made her way to the door of the penthouse on the far end of the corridor and sat on a chair by the window. She listened to the traffic outside and it brought her a sense of calm, like a soft lullaby.
*****
The ballroom was packed to capacity, and Senator Lance Whitefield had shaken so many hands, he was exhausted. All that he wanted to do was to go up to his room and sleep. Smiling for the cameras was also beginning to drive him crazy and he was not sure if he was going to be able to keep it up. As a matter of fact, what he needed right now was a woman; a woman who could ease him out of all the tension that he had felt all week. He needed a release, but he could never seem to find the right kind of woman for himself. Skinny chicks kept throwing themselves at him, but he preferred women with a little more meat on their bones. He had always had a thing for bigger women, feeling like they would be more willing to indulge his fantasies. The most unfortunate thing about that was the fact that most of the women he met in Boston were struggling to remain as thin as needles. And then there was also the fact that he could not trust most people in general. He was hoping to get a mate some day, someone who was of his own kind, and someone who would be able to keep his secrets.
He looked around the room. It was packed with reporters, his worst enemies since they would be the first to squeal if they ever found out his secret, and that would be the end of him and his kind. He flexed his muscles, wishing that he could just go out to the park and run as if there were no problems that existed in the world. He searched through the crowd for his cousin, Barry Swift, who also happened to be his aide and beta. He wanted to get the hell out of here, and there was no way that he could make it through this crowd without his help. The reporters wanted to know every single thing about him, and he hated the fact that they were more interested in his life other than his policies. The fact that he was thirty six and still single also seemed to draw a lot of attention, making more news than anything else. A successful billionaire and Senator who was still single was definitely every woman's dream come true, and he had a hard time fending them off. Lance finally spotted Barry.
“I need to get out of here, I don’t think I can take it any longer,” he said to him.
“I can see that, you look drained. Well, it is a good thing that I sent someone upstairs to help you unwind, she is waiting by the door of the penthouse,” his cousin said with a smile before turning to address the crowd. “Senator Whitefield has to leave now, he has appointments very early in the morning and he needs to rest. The bar is still open; enjoy yourselves.”
Two guards fended off people as Barry led Lance to the private elevator that led up to his penthouse. Thank God he owned this building and had a luxury apartment on the top floor. Moments later, the elevator doors opened and his guards led him around the corner towards his door. Standing by his door was a beauty that immediately mesmerized him. She was just the sort of woman that he had always wanted - her body sexy, and her eyes the color of a clear sky. She had all the qualities that he admired in a woman, including a voluptuous body, even curvy as she stood up, and huge firm breasts. He was going to have to make a point to thank Barry, because this time he had hit it right on point and got him the sort of woman that he craved.
“You are not supposed to be here,” one of his guards hurried over to the woman.
“It is okay, Terrence, she is with me,” Lance said as both guards and the woman looked at him with surprise. “You two may leave for the day now, I'll see you in the morning.”
Looking more confused than ever, the guards left as Lance pulled out his card key and swiped it through the lock of the door, pushing it open.
“Please, come on in,” he said, pushing the door open and entering the dark room without bothering to turn on the lights.
The strange beauty followed him into the room hesitatingly and he wondered what was wrong with her. A she-wolf would have practically began making out with him even before the guards left. Lance wondered why he had never seen her before and yet he would have recognized her before. There was something familiar about her, but he could not quite place where he had seen her. It was probably at one of their full moon gatherings in the woods, but he still wondered why he had not made a hit on her that day. Her scent filled the room, fresh and arousing, and he felt his cock starting to harden in his pants. His eyes adjusted to the dark easily and he turned to look at her as he shut the door.
“Aren't you going to turn on the lights, Senator Whitefield?” she asked falteringly.
“Yes I will, honey, in a short while,” he said, moving over to her and pulling her into his arms.
She hesitated slightly before her body pressed against his, and he heard her breath catching in her throat when his dick pressed against her belly. There was an innocence about her that was making him even more aroused with desire, a sort of desire that he had never experienced before. He felt his body beginning to shift slightly, his fangs pulling out of their slit while his eyes turned a fiery orange.
“Senator Lance, I-“
“Shh, call me Lance, don’t spoil the moment with words,” he whispered, his lips crushing upon hers hungrily as they began kissing.
She hesitated at first and then she responded, parting her lips to allow entry of his tongue into her mouth. She tasted delicious, and his wolf’s sense of smell could detect her arousal. She smelled delectable and the effect went straight to his aching dick, making it crave for her even more. She had to be new to the pack and was probably not sure of how to act.
“Lance, I don’t think you understand-“
“Shh, I'm a very open guy, and we will take this just the way that you want it, don’t be afraid of me,” he said to her tenderly before fusing his lips back onto hers and kissing her even more intensely.
She was not as aggressive as the she-wolves that he was used to making love to, and her innocence got him so turned on, evident by his ever-growing hard-on. She melted easily into him, the scent of her arousal making him giddy with desire. She pulled away for breath.
“Senator, I think that you are mistaken, I'm-“
“I don’t feel like talking right now,” he said, turning her around and running his fingers through her hair as he breathed her in. “Right now I wanna kiss every inch of your body, caress you, lick you and then make love to you like there is no tomorrow. I wanna bury my cock deep inside you and fuck you until you scream my name over and over, and I want it now.”
To drive his point home, he turned her around and locked his lips onto hers, kissing her as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world.