ROMANCE: Mated to the Bear (Stepbrother Paranormal Shifter) (Threesome Taboo Romance) (50 page)

But, this is my stepsister for the love of God!

Tiffany tilted his head toward hers. Despite the smell of alcohol and vomit, Tiffany came in again for another peck.

Alan spilled to the floor and rolled over.

“No, we can’t do this…” he held his hands up in protest.

“What do you mean, Alan? I thought you were enjoying this. Did I do something wrong?” she scurried across the floor and placed her hands on his abs.

“No…I mean, yes, but…” Alan battled for the right words. He knew that if he said the wrong thing, then Tiffany would pack up and leave. Then, his mom would eventually know what he did with her. But, then, if he said something altogether different, he’d lead her on.

“Look, stop…you know when I said there wasn’t a girlfriend?”

“Oh, God!” Tiffany cupped her hands under her breasts. Feeling completely vulnerable, her head spun with jealousy and shame.

“No…well, no, not like that. You see, there was…” Alan deliberated for a moment.

Rather than hide it as some secret, Alan revealed all. Tiffany listened intently as Alan told her about his friend, Maxwell, and the masquerade ball. The further he went into his story, the more that Tiffany showed her disappointment. As he told her about how he was preoccupied with the masked woman, Tiffany snatched a throw cover on the edge of his bed to wrap around her body.

“And, Tiffany, you are my stepsister. What would Mom and your dad think?”

Her jealousy faded and she cast her eyes down in shame.

“Yeah…” she paused to breathe in deeply. “But, Alan, what if…”

“Look, Tiff, it’s not up for negotiation. We can’t do this…ever!” He waved his hand at her.

“How do you know that the masked woman is who you
really
want?”

Alan wasn’t entirely sure if she was right for him. But, the blond woman was someone who was right for him last night. Naturally, she’d be right for him right now.

And, besides
, he thought,
she’s
not my little stepsister.

“I see,” Tiffany popped up to her feet and grabbed her bikini top lying on the bed. “I’ll leave you alone. Good night, Alan.”

He wanted badly to stop her and explain himself further but knew that it would only make things worse. The pitter patter of bare feet on the hardwood floor echoed throughout the house as she made her way back to her room. Then, a loud slam of the door reverberated throughout the walls.

The billionaire was alone again and he felt it now more than ever. Though he still felt very drunk, Alan was sober enough to clean up his mess, strip down to nothing and climb into bed to sleep off this incident.

Chapter 6

Despite the incident on the first night of Tiffany’s stay, the next day went smoother than Alan had expected. Before his stepsister had a chance to get up and follow him to work, Alan headed out the door and to his office. Within a few hours, he’d received a text from Tiffany. She stated her regret in making him feel uncomfortable and felt somewhat responsible for taking advantage of him while he was intoxicated.

Alan was relieved to receive this message from her and could see that fences were already being mended. Without so much as uttering a word about the close encounter with one another, the two stepsiblings went about their days as normal. But, the one thing that the experience served was to amplify any strong feelings Alan had for the mysterious woman in the mask.

As the days moved on, Alan’s mind became more acutely aware of how much he needed that one person in his life to bring the balance that he desperately craved. All the hard work he had done over the past few years should be for something. Truth be told, Tiffany was a welcomed change yet he didn’t feel he could establish that intimate connection with her that he desired in a love interest. His family meant too much to him to ruin it over mere lustful attraction.

That’s all a relationship with his stepsister would be. He cringed at the thought and blocked it out by shifting his thoughts back to the night of masquerade ball. The blond woman had his heart and he couldn’t stand thinking that she may have been on a different page than him. After all, why would she have insisted on keeping the porcelain mask on her face? And, why was it so important for her to run from him when he pressed her to remove it? Alan didn’t live with regrets, but this was one burden that ate away at him.

This regret further managed to press its way into the relationship with his stepsister. So, what more would his obsession bring him? Alan didn’t want to bother Maxwell too much because he knew that his business partner would trivialize and poke fun at his newfound obsession. But, after a few weeks agonizing over this woman, Alan finally gave in. He’d just arrived home and had changed out of his clothes.

Alan quick dialed his friend. “Max?”

“Hey, baby boy! What’s going on?” Maxwell seemed a bit more upbeat than usual.

Over the past three weeks since the masquerade ball, Alan took every step necessary to keep his stepsister away from Maxwell. Alan appreciated his friend and business partner, but the love for his stepsister was more important. Given the opportunity, Alan felt that Maxwell would take advantage of Tiffany and he didn’t want to see her abused like he normally did with women.

“Hey, man, I don’t mean to seem like I’m bugging you about this, but did you ever find out anything about the woman from the masquerade ball?” Alan asked.

A long pause came on the other end of the phone and Maxwell sighed aloud.

“You know, I’m not sure. But, I just booted her friend out. She was a slut, bro!” Maxwell cackled at this statement yet Alan waited for his friend to finish. “So, this bitch has been hanging out for the last three weeks at my place, living high on the hog compared to her white trash upbringing. And, I was letting her sleep in my bed with me. But, bro, you know me, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, so we’re chilling yesterday afternoon and this fucking bitch starts to go down on me. And, I’m definitely good with it. But, then she looks over to my dog, Francesca. And she said, ‘Get off the bed, mutt.’ So, I think who the
fuck
does she think she is?!”

“Francesca went running off and I’m thinking this ungrateful bitch kicked my dog off the bed. My dog is more entitled to sleep on that bed than her. Stupid skank!” Maxwell laughed.

Alan paced his office, waiting for the chance to speak. He knew where this story was headed, yet he had to wait it out if he wanted answers from Maxwell.

“So, I told the bitch, ‘Lick my asshole, baby.’ And, she starts going to town on my asshole and I’m ready to come, but rather than blow my load I held it.” He laughed some more and Alan feigned a chuckle. “I blast a hot fart right into her mouth. And, it was foul! I mean terrible. So horrible that it would clear a room. Her face turns green and she starts heaving like she’s going to throw up. And, I was like, ‘Go outside, fuck!’ I opened my patio doors in my room and pushed her vomit-ass out. Now, mind you, it’s still daylight out and her titties are hanging out ‘cause she has no clothes!”

Maxwell paused, and Alan could hear his friend finding this the funniest story ever. Though Alan was appalled, he held his ground and waited for the finish of this sick anecdote. All he wanted right now was to finally put some closure on the night of the masquerade ball and find out, once and for all, who the mystery woman was.

As Maxwell started to continue his story, Alan heard his front door slam and Tiffany go whizzing by his office. She was sobbing and mumbling to herself as she stormed to her room. He had to put things on hold till he could figure out what was wrong with his stepsister.

“Hey, Max? Max?” Alan shouted over Maxwell as he continued his story. “Maxwell?!”

“What’s up, man?”

“Hey, can I call you back? I have an emergency right now.”

Maxwell groaned into the receiver, “Ugh, yeah, just hurry up, this shit gets better.”

Alan swiftly shut off his cell phone and raced to Tiffany’s room to find her collapsed on her bed crying heavily into her pillows. He knocked on her open door and stepped in without waiting for a welcome. Concerned over her sudden change in demeanor and something he’d never seen in his stepsister, Alan sat on the edge of her bed to find out what ailed her.

“Tiff, what’s the matter?” Alan placed a hand on her shoulder.

He could feel her shuttering with each sob and shake with every breath. Tiffany was out of sorts, so what she was shaken up over was beyond Alan. She spoke into her pillow, but Alan couldn’t make out what she was saying.

“Tiffany, you’re going to have to turn over,” he politely commanded.

Tiffany lifted her head from the pillow. And sputtered out a few indecipherable words. Her stepbrother grabbed her hand and brushed the tears from her cheeks. His touch was enough to slow her crying and she breathed in deeply.

“Now, slow down, tell me what’s wrong,” Alan said.

“Fucking asshole! I don’t know what his problem is. What the fuck is wrong with him?!” Tiffany gritted her teeth and tears began flowing down her cheeks.

“Who?” Alan asked.

“Ugh, he is such an asshole and he thinks he can do just anything because he’s rich. Fuck him, fuck his mansion and fuck his sick fucking pig ways!” Alan was confused with each of her words.

“Tiff, you have to tell me who it is if you want me to help,” Alan insisted.

Tiffany broke down and then embraced her stepbrother. She laid her head against his chest and cried openly without a word. Alan pulled Tiffany closer to him and in the process he inadvertently knocked her small purse to the hardwood floor.

Contents spilled out and scattered from her handbag. Lipstick, two tampons, a mini bag of tissues and her cell phone were spread out at Alan’s feet next to the bed. He noticed the phone buzz and light up with a text message alert. Disregarding the items, Alan continued to hold Tiffany in his arms as he felt her loosen grip and slow her weeping. Minutes went by before he softly returned her to lying back on her pillow.

Tiffany stared at the ceiling above her. She was distant and removed. Her look appeared glossed over and catatonic. The young stepsister broke the silence with a question.

“Alan?”

“Yeah?” he kneeled to the floor and started to pick up the items and put them back into her purse.

“You know that I really appreciate you letting me stay here, right?”

He paused, lifted his lower lip and shook his head. “Of course, why?”

She continued to stare at the ceiling as Alan grasped the last of her spilled items, the cell phone. He looked to Tiffany for any additional information that may clue him in on why she was so bothered. Alan began to briefly think that she may have been mad at him. But, it quickly slipped from his mind when he realized that she had hugged him so tightly.

“I’m pregnant…” she placed her hand on Alan’s forearm. Still knelt to one knee, Alan’s stomach turned.

Did I take it further than I remember? Had I screwed my stepsister and not remember it from that night? But, then she does go out on her own every now and then. What could this mean?
Alan’s thoughts were awash with worry, guilt and curiosity.

Alan slowly gulped and searched for the right words to express his feelings. But, before he could carefully formulate a sentence, Tiffany’s phone buzzed. Then it buzzed again and again. This had repeated quite a few times before Alan started to hand the phone to Tiffany.

“Thank you,” she grasped the phone.

But, before Tiffany lifted the phone to check her text messages, Alan could see the name of the sender. Instantly, his heart raced. A burst of shock and denial washed over Alan. Quickly, he snatched the phone from her hand. Under normal circumstances, Alan wouldn’t care who was sending messages to his stepsister, but this one name made him stand up straight, and take notice. Rage filled his belly and a nagging question needed to be answered.

“What’re you doing?!” Tiffany sat up, looking at her stepbrother perplexed.

Tiffany meant the world to Alan because his mother and stepfather entrusted her well-being to his care. Anything that happened to her, Alan felt was a direct reflection of who he was and how much he cherished the family bond. Though years and miles separated the family, Alan still felt strongly enough about his family that he’d do anything to protect them. So, it was this one name that he protected her from since day one of arriving at his house. Three weeks of no issue, outside of the one-time incident, and one person interrupted the flow.

The text was from “Maxwell.” Without reading a single word, Alan assumed that if she knew Maxwell Hart, then this only meant bad things. Max never had an ounce of respect for women and if his little stepsibling came in crying and claiming pregnancy, then there had to be only one circumstance Tiffany knew Maxwell Hart.

The night of the masquerade ball came rushing back to him and he started piecing it together. The two college women that were with Maxwell the evening of the event flashed back into his mind’s eye. The blond masked woman was with him and the brunette masked woman, Katrina, was with Maxwell.

Max never mentioned much about Katrina outside of his latest call. It was news to him that she was still hanging on. Unless, of course, Katrina was visiting him on the occasions that she was free and away from Alan.

Katrina
is
Tiffany!
Alan’s mind filled with rage beyond what he could handle. Gone were the thoughts of the blond masked woman and replaced with the need for answers.

“That motherfucker!” he angrily muttered.

“Wait, Alan! It’s not what you think!” Alan glanced down at Tiffany, leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“I’m going to take care of this,” Alan stormed out the door.

“Stop! No!” Tiffany pleaded with him.

Alan raced off in his car. His destination was the Hart Family Mansion.