ROMANCE: Mated to the Bear (Stepbrother Paranormal Shifter) (Threesome Taboo Romance) (43 page)

Chapter 5

Jonathan was eight, and Alyssa was six. Their parents married when they were still young, so the two kids have spent almost their entire life together. Even though they were only stepsiblings, they were raised as if they were blood.

Jonathan stuck his tongue out at Alyssa.  "Na, na, I got your Barbie doll and you can't do nuthing ‘bout it!"

"Hey, give that back!" Alyssa whined and stomped her foot.  "Don't make me tell Mom!"

"She'd tell you to stop being such a baby."

"She'd tell you to stop being so mean!"

"Fine, here." He tossed her doll back at her. "But listen. Don't let anyone take it from you again." He sounded brotherly like he wanted to teach her a life lesson. "People can be mean out there.  I don't want you to get hurt."

"Doesn't give you the right to hurt me instead." She pouted, brushing her doll's hair.

"You know I wouldn't ever hurt you for real, but I just don't want anyone to hurt my baby sister." He poked her in her side and she squirmed, giggling. "You're my sister and I need to prepare you for the real world. You’re mine forever to protect."

"You make it sound like you care."

He hugged her, which caused her to be surprised. “I do care. Don't ever doubt that.”

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Alyssa blinked awake from her nap. She didn't even remember laying down. It was peaceful. The sun shone gently through the window and there was a beautiful breeze coming in. She looked around and noticed she was on the bed. The bed where she and Jonathan have kissed. Where he touched her and she sucked him. Where he comed in her face.

She looked down in shame. How could she do that with her stepbrother? What were his thoughts on that? Did he like even like it? Did SHE even like it? She was very confused. When it came down to it, she did like it. Would she do it again? Yes, definitely. Right? Maybe not. It was wrong. He was like her real brother. They grew up together. But they weren't blood. Some people grow up together and end up getting married, so maybe they were like that, just minus the marriage part, because her mom would never approve. But she DID like it, and she thought he did, too, since he wanted it to happen again.

Her mind was spinning out of control and she needed a distraction. She decided to get up and make some tea. Her hands were shaking as she ran water from the faucet into the teapot, then put the pot on the stove to boil. Waiting for the water, she turned on the television to the news. Stealing, rape, murder. That seemed to be all there was now. It was surely an unfair world.

When the pot began to whistle, she hopped up and put a tea bag in a large mug and poured the steaming water. The room filled with the scent of green tea and chamomile. The news was depressing her, so she switched it off and instead played a music channel with classical music. It relaxed her while she sipped on her tea. She couldn’t let what happened affect her. It happened and she would have to deal with the consequences, if there were any, later on.

Chapter 6

Alyssa was sweeping up at the bar. It was the end of the night and all of the patrons had already left for home or who knows where else. The music had gone away and it was quiet, except for the sound of the bristles against the floor, some clanging of the glasses from an employee washed them, the spritz of the spray bottle as another employee wiped down tables. It was relaxing and rhythmic at the same time. Alyssa even looked out the window and the dark blue sky even had serene stars twinkling. The night seemed full of peace.

She went to put the broom away, and upon opening the closet she saw Victor and Veronica. Victor with standing there with his pants down and hand on Veronica’s head and Veronica was on her knees, holding Victor’s bare cock with one hand holding it to her mouth. Both of them looked at her in shock. Now Alyssa understood what Veronica meant last night.

“Eek!” Alyssa slammed the door shut. So that’s how Veronica was able to get away with things with Victor. There definitely were some outrageous things related to the bar. She wondered if Jonathan knew about their exchange of power or if she should even mention it. She didn’t want to throw anyone under the bus, and she liked Veronica enough as is; she didn’t want to get anyone in trouble. Maybe she would keep it as her little secret. She left the broom and dustpan next to the door and walked; they could put it away for her when they were done.

“But Veronica broke through the door. “No, wait! Alyssa!”

Alyssa turned. “What?”

“You can’t let Jonathan know. I don’t care about anyone else, but Jonathan can’t know.”

So he didn’t know, and if he did, he didn’t care. “Someone else could tell him if they found out.”

“True, but there are always rumors going on about me.” This didn’t surprise Alyssa. “But Jonathan would believe you. He handpicked you for this job and he doesn’t just do that. He apparently trusts you. It wouldn’t surprise me if he placed you here just to spy, in which case I failed. Victor and I both would get fired.”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell. Don’t worry.” She had her own secrets, too, now.

“Really? Thank you! I’ll let Victor know so he won’t be so hard on you, too. You’re the best.”

Thinking about what Jonathan had said about how her mistakes made him weak, she replied, “Don’t worry about it.” She smiled. “It makes me a better employee, right?” she reasoned.

“Well, if you insist. I’m still going to let him know that you have our back. It really means a lot. I’ll see about keeping you on permanent instead of just being a temp for Belinda.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, I better go and finish him. Get back to work!” She added in a pseudo-strict voice.

Alyssa went back to where the other employees were. “Is there anything left for me to do?”

“Hmm,” went one of the employees, Robert. “All that’s left is the trash, but I really don’t want you doing that alone in the dark. So give me a few minutes and I’ll help you.”

“Okay, sounds good.” She spent the time looking around. The bar was well kept, with updated furnishing and top of the line equipment. Jonathan had worked hard for, not just this one bar, but his entire chain. Granted, he had a lot of help from his father, since his father owned restaurants that Jonathan now co-owns, too. His mind was well in tuned with business and his father recognized that early on and taught him as he grew up all of the ins and out of the food industry, which he absorbed. He was always destined for great things, and his success can prove that. She never quite took the time to appreciate it.

“Ready!” came Robert’s voice. He carried six big bags of trash, handing two of them to Alyssa. “For the lady.”

“Oh, you treat me way too good.” They shared a laugh as they headed to the trash bins outside. The night air was cool but not too cold. She loved the summer nights. When they got to the giant, smelly bins, they heaved the bags into the trash, one by one, and then went back inside. They chatted about the strange customers they had tonight.

“I can’t believe that lady wore a fox-fur scarf, with how uptight people are about animal rights!”

“Well, what about the man who wore the neon yellow pants? Those were pretty out there!”

“I saw him! He kept trying to hit on women by using ‘words of science,’ he claimed.” They laughed some more, and eventually it was time to go home. Victor and Veronica emerged, both of them looking very happy with tasseled hair. Walking out to their cars, Alyssa noticed a figure by hers. It was Jonathan.

“Hello? What are you doing here?” she questioned.

“What? A brother can’t come surprise his little sister anymore?”

“I think that ship has sailed.” She laughed nervously.

“I want to take you to my house. I don’t think I’ve ever had you over to see it.”

“No, I don’t think I have. But why at three A.M.?”

He snaked two arms around her, and she rested her weary head on his chest. She didn’t care if anyone saw. He smirked. “Why not?”

“With logic with that, how can I argue?”

“I brought the limo. I really didn’t want to take your car. It’s small.”

“I feel sorry for your limo driver.” She looked around. Everyone had driven off, but there was no limo in sight, either. “Where is your limo?”

“I allow my drivers breaks once in awhile,” he said sarcastically. “He should be back any moment. Ah, here he is!” Just as he spoke, a black, long Hummer, with tons of windows and a roaring engine came rolling near. It stopped smoothly in front of them. The driver hopped out and opened the back furthest door.

“After you, Master Bruce,” the driver said. Alyssa was stunned. The status Jonathan had and the amount of money he had never really sank in until now. He was indeed loaded.

They stepped inside and got comfortable. “Would you like a drink?” Jonathan offered, as the driver got back into his seat and took off.

“No, I think I’m okay. Thanks.” Alyssa looked around. She noticed the limo could fit ten people comfortably, but knew he has probably fit much more for his crazier nights.

“Well,” he said as he place a hand on her thigh. “How about this?” He kissed her fiercely, squeezing her thigh lightly and, with his other hand, embracing her head, pulling her forward a bit.

As their lips parted, she mumbled, “I’m okay with this.” They kept going, he bit her lip and she pulled at his belt. He massaged her breast and she gently rubbed her knee into his groin. Before long, they were at his place, in his bed, naked. She didn’t even get a chance to look around for the first time.

Their tongues danced behind each other’s lips. Their legs were intertwined, bare chests touched. She had her hands on his head, and he had his hands on her hip, each keeping the other as close as possible. He turned her on her back and straddled on top of her, facing her, as he kissed her neck and ran his hands down her naked sides. Then his hands found her breasts, massaged them, and pinched her nipples. She pressed her pelvis against his, slightly bucking her hips in anticipation. He began to lower his kissed, slowly kissing her in between her breasts. He felt her stomach give a small jump with every kiss and he moved on lower, to her navel, feeling her breathing intensify gently. He continued to massage her breasts and nipples, reveling in her small moans of pleasure. He lowered himself still, kissing her inner thighs as her legs wrapped around him.

She tried pushing him forward, but he remained persistent on just kissing her thighs. “Not yet,” he breathed.

She let out another moan, the anticipation rising up in her. Just when she couldn’t stand it anymore, he dove face first into her warm pussy. He put her hands on his head and locked her legs around him to hold him there. He licked up her juices with a full thirsty tongue and poked at her clit, causing her to vibrate and moan in delight. He rubbed his thumb over her love button at exactly the right pressure to keep her shaking.

She gasp, “Don’t stop!” She was out of breath, all for a very good reason. He kept on, adding more pressure to increase the pleasure at the right rate while licking her hole. He was very skilled.

Soon enough, she screamed in ecstasy, tightening her legs around him, not letting him stop until she orgasmed multiple times. Her clit pulsated while his face was flushed with the sensation of hot moisture.

Finally, she relaxed and he was released from her legs’ grip. He then positioned himself so he could look at her face to face. He kissed her forehead and then her nose. He held his long, hard, aching cock right outside her lips, teasing her. He rubbed it against her, applying pressure to her clit as he swirled the tip. She spent her time kissing him in appreciation, but the fun wasn’t over yet.

He thrusted into her hard with his massive organ and her nerves radiated in desire as her let out another moan. He then retracted slowly then pushed himself quickly back in, pumping into her. He kept doing this, steadily getting faster, his breath growing heavier. Then he sat up on his knees, holding her up, leaning her against him, her arms around his neck, as he continued pounding into her. Each thrust created a new moan. He grabbed onto her butt, pressing closer to her as he blew warm come into her tight pussy.

Once finished, he dropped her onto the bed and collapsed beside her on his side. He had a sleepy, dreamy look on his face while she smiled brightly. “You were amazing.” They were both out of breath still. The clock read 5:34 A.M.

“You too.” He brushed her hair behind her. He traced shapes on her belly with his finger; first a circle, then a diamond. She would have though he were bored if he didn’t wear a sleepy smile. He was exhausted.

“So would you be interested in doing this again?” she sheepishly asked as they laid there naked, not even the bed sheet covering them.

“Hm, I think I could stand that.” He smirked brilliantly.

She smiled and poked his cheek. “Good.”

“Why good?”

“Because I would definitely be interested in this again.”

He kissed her passionately on the lips in happiness.

“But,” she said in a mockingly serious voice, “What will we tell our parents?”

“Nothing. All they need to know is that you working at my bar led us to become close again. That’s all they need to know, and we’re not lying. I know you’re not a fan of that.”

“Sounds like a good story to me.” She snuggled into his chest with her eyes closed, completely relaxed. She even rubbed her knee sensually into his groin, wondering if a round two would happen, despite them both desperately needing sleep.

“So I have a proposition for you. I figure it’d be a good time to bring it up since I feel you can be more persuaded with my unclothed chiseled body for you to see.”

“What is it?” she asked as she tilted her head up.

“I want you to work for me. More seriously than a bartending job. I want to make a space for you in my office as an assistant. I’ll double your salary that you make at the doctor’s office.”

“Wait, what?” Was she hearing him right? “You’ll double my salary? Why so much?”

“I guess you can say I have a sudden increase in liking you lately.”

“And what if that suddenly decreases?”

“We have contracts that would protect your job legally.” He kissed her again. “I don’t see that happening anytime soon, though. I feel I am rather attached at this point. Also, it’s not like I could just make you go away. You are family.”

She cautiously asked, “What’s the dress code?”

“Business attire. Don’t you wear scrubs now?”

It was a little embarrassing to admit. “Yes…”

“Do you own any suits or regular office clothes?”

“Not really actually. I never had a reason for wearing them. I own one suit, and that I use for interviews.”

“Well, I’m sure your mom would be thrilled to take you shopping. You can’t wear scrubs in my office. Especially not ones with cats on them!”

“Hey! I only have one top with cats on them!”

“My point exactly.” He cleared his throat. “So what do you say?”

“Don’t I need to interview? I’m sure you have better candidates to choose from.”

“Nope. I want you. No interview. I’ll double your pay. You won’t need to work as a bartender. I’m offering you the job right now.”

“Hmmm.” She thought about it for a moment. “There has to be a catch.”

“No catch. You’re struggling and I want to help. Anything for family, right?” He kissed her deeply and allowed her to think for another moment.

“Fine then. I accept, and that kiss had nothing to do with my approval.”

“Uh huh,” he teased. “I’m sure my kissing skills had nothing to do with anything that has happened lately.”

“What would you say if this was something I had wanted for a while? I’ve always admired you. Even when you were a jerk to me, I knew you growing up. I know you’re not really like that. Not deep down anyway.”

“I suppose you’re right. I won’t change, though. It’s helped me gain success beyond my wildest dreams.” He thought for a moment before speaking again. “This business is pretty cut throat, but don’t worry, you won’t have to deal too much with that when you’re working for me, just maybe over the phone.”

“I wasn’t worried. I think I can handle myself, regardless.”