On The Prowl (A Steamy MMF Paranormal Tiger Shifter Menage Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Evelyn Grey
from touching me, I drank the rest of mine, all in one heady gulp.
"Let's get really drunk," I whispered into his ear, "and when we get home, you can do whatever you want with me." His hand, still resting lightly on my center, pushed against me hard in response, and I felt my panties slide into my wetness. I moaned quietly again, sinking deeper into his body.
"Fuck me," I whined.
"Let's get out of here," he said. "I'm taking you out all over town." And then his fingers pushed past the hem of my shorts, all the way down over my bare sex, and pushed roughly inside of me. "And I want you to keep thinking about what I'm going to do to you later on tonight." He withdrew his fingers, and then he watched as I sucked them, right there in front of everyone. He rose to pay the tab, and then we left, heading out into the cold night.
"How about this joint?" he asked, as we passed a really trendy-looking place. Everyone appeared beautiful and glamorous, and the interior was edgy and elegant.
"I don't think I'm cool enough to go in there," I said, realizing a second later that it might actually be true. Then I saw my scruffy reflection in the mirror. "Or well-dressed enough. God, young people are so hot."
"Bullshit," Taylor said, his fingers running down my back naughtily sneaking under the hem of my shorts. Then he held my face as he kissed me softly. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Come on."
We walked in and I watched, stunned, as a beautiful brunette hipster literally grabbed Taylor's arm to get his attention. He shook her off gruffly, before he kept walking. His big arm was planted firmly around my waist, holding me close to him as he guided me through the crowd.
We settled into a corner booth, and he walked up to the bar to order drinks. I watched, in a rage of jealousy, as every woman he passed turned and stared. I didn't know if it was the liquor, or if Taylor's animal energy was stirring something inside of me, but I felt completely wild tonight. Just the way all of these beautiful, nubile, gorgeously dressed women were devouring my date with their eyes was enough to make me feel murderous.
Taylor, ignoring the magnetic effect he was producing, called the bartender over.
I watched as the girl next to him, a sexy, petite blonde with a messy bob of hair and a purple top that barely covered her pert chest, aimed her charms at him.
It looked like she was asking him to buy her a drink, looking coyly up at him with big round eyes. Taylor motioned the bartender to set her up with another, and he slid him some more money. I watched as she practically glowed with excitement, but Taylor was already walking back towards me.
"This is a nice place," he said, "a lot finer than all those honky tonks back home. You're from the city, right? I bet this is nothing to you. I can't put a word on it, but you're so...sophisticated."
"Yeah," I said, "I used to be like one of those girls," I motioned to the crowd of hotties at the bar, the ones who had practically thrown themselves at him.
"Like those kids? No, you're different. I can't quite say why, but you're just so…beautiful, so seductive. And your body...I didn't want to say anything, but I saw you walking nude to the creek, the night before we met. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since."
"Quit lying to me," I breathed, "you're a real charmer, you know that?"
He didn't answer. He just kept caressing my body. I moved so I was sitting on his lap, and he continued to love every inch of my endless curves with his hands.
Then I saw him: the hippy-tiger. I was thunderstruck. He was mingling with a crowd of cool young people in the corner, and he didn't look at all like a hippy anymore.
Like us, he had cleaned up for a night on the town. And like Taylor, he cleaned up real nice.
His blond dreadlocks, which had looked so matted and scruffy before, now fell like golden ropes down his back. He was dressed simply enough, in a pair of stylishly cut, loose
"Let's get really drunk," I whispered into his ear, "and when we get home, you can do whatever you want with me." His hand, still resting lightly on my center, pushed against me hard in response, and I felt my panties slide into my wetness. I moaned quietly again, sinking deeper into his body.
"Fuck me," I whined.
"Let's get out of here," he said. "I'm taking you out all over town." And then his fingers pushed past the hem of my shorts, all the way down over my bare sex, and pushed roughly inside of me. "And I want you to keep thinking about what I'm going to do to you later on tonight." He withdrew his fingers, and then he watched as I sucked them, right there in front of everyone. He rose to pay the tab, and then we left, heading out into the cold night.
"How about this joint?" he asked, as we passed a really trendy-looking place. Everyone appeared beautiful and glamorous, and the interior was edgy and elegant.
"I don't think I'm cool enough to go in there," I said, realizing a second later that it might actually be true. Then I saw my scruffy reflection in the mirror. "Or well-dressed enough. God, young people are so hot."
"Bullshit," Taylor said, his fingers running down my back naughtily sneaking under the hem of my shorts. Then he held my face as he kissed me softly. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Come on."
We walked in and I watched, stunned, as a beautiful brunette hipster literally grabbed Taylor's arm to get his attention. He shook her off gruffly, before he kept walking. His big arm was planted firmly around my waist, holding me close to him as he guided me through the crowd.
We settled into a corner booth, and he walked up to the bar to order drinks. I watched, in a rage of jealousy, as every woman he passed turned and stared. I didn't know if it was the liquor, or if Taylor's animal energy was stirring something inside of me, but I felt completely wild tonight. Just the way all of these beautiful, nubile, gorgeously dressed women were devouring my date with their eyes was enough to make me feel murderous.
Taylor, ignoring the magnetic effect he was producing, called the bartender over.
I watched as the girl next to him, a sexy, petite blonde with a messy bob of hair and a purple top that barely covered her pert chest, aimed her charms at him.
It looked like she was asking him to buy her a drink, looking coyly up at him with big round eyes. Taylor motioned the bartender to set her up with another, and he slid him some more money. I watched as she practically glowed with excitement, but Taylor was already walking back towards me.
"This is a nice place," he said, "a lot finer than all those honky tonks back home. You're from the city, right? I bet this is nothing to you. I can't put a word on it, but you're so...sophisticated."
"Yeah," I said, "I used to be like one of those girls," I motioned to the crowd of hotties at the bar, the ones who had practically thrown themselves at him.
"Like those kids? No, you're different. I can't quite say why, but you're just so…beautiful, so seductive. And your body...I didn't want to say anything, but I saw you walking nude to the creek, the night before we met. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since."
"Quit lying to me," I breathed, "you're a real charmer, you know that?"
He didn't answer. He just kept caressing my body. I moved so I was sitting on his lap, and he continued to love every inch of my endless curves with his hands.
Then I saw him: the hippy-tiger. I was thunderstruck. He was mingling with a crowd of cool young people in the corner, and he didn't look at all like a hippy anymore.
Like us, he had cleaned up for a night on the town. And like Taylor, he cleaned up real nice.
His blond dreadlocks, which had looked so matted and scruffy before, now fell like golden ropes down his back. He was dressed simply enough, in a pair of stylishly cut, loose
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