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  Acting Like Family

  J.J. Massa

  Published 2004

  ISBN 1-59578-055-6

  Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © 2004, J.J. Massa. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To my husband Jimmy, my children and my editor Tracey … I couldn't have done it without you!

  Chapter 1

  September 17

  Four Seasons HotelChicago, IL

  As soon as the werewolf walked through the door, her scent hit him. Not another one! These women never stopped trying. There was a woman in his hotel suite—a human female.

  There was something familiar about her scent but not quite so familiar that he recognized it. She smelled good though.

  Riker Montgomery trudged through the suite to his bedroom. He was exhausted. Filming on this new action adventure movie was never-ending. Even with his lupine strength and stamina, he was worn out.

  He only hoped that the little fame-groupie who had found her way into his room, hadn’t found her way into his bed. Ever since his movies had become popular, women kept turning up in his bed, his shower, all over the place.

  Entering his bedroom, Riker did, indeed, find a body-shaped lump in the center of his mattress. Prepared to evict yet another nubile young female, Riker sat down on the edge of the bed. His eyes narrowed and jaw squared, he leaned over her. When he did, a few things occurred to him.

  First, he became aware that the young lady had pulled his thick bathrobe over her quaking little form. Since he had such a high metabolism, Riker didn’t use blankets.

  As a lupine, his body emitted enough heat that he became uncomfortable if he slept under blankets. He’d instructed the hotel staff to take away the extraneous bedding. They thought it was just another movie star quirk.

  The second thing Riker noticed about the young lady, after he pulled back the robe, was that she was wearing a knee-length, button-up sleep shirt. It was emblazoned with the caption: “How About A Slow Comfortable Screw?” and had a picture of a mixed drink on the lower right panel. Thick, colorful, knee-length socks completed her ensemble.

  He chuckled at the absurdity of it. He wondered who this woman could be. He’d figure out that part in the morning.

  She was evidently not bent upon seduction, as most women didn’t wear socks when they planned a seduction. Apparently it was an unwritten rule.

  Damn she smelled good. He decided not to wake her. Her body was quaking from the cold since he’d removed the heavy terrycloth robe. Riker wrapped himself around his uninvited guest and went to sleep.

  * * * *

  Bethany Black had arrived at the hotel late the night before. Her flight had been overbooked so the airline had gotten her a room at The Four Seasons Hotel to make up for the inconvenience. Since she had no need to rush back to her little island, she took the free room in the luxury hotel.

  When she’d been shown to her room the previous evening, she’d been too tired to tell the desk that the suite was messy. She hadn’t felt like complaining about the lack of bedding, either. Jet lag had hit her like a ton of bricks and she’d just needed to get in bed.

  About twice a year, Bethany met with her publisher, Sophia, to sign a new book contract. She’d fly into town and the women would eat lunch and go over Bet’s latest erotic mystery thriller and talk about her newest children’s book. Usually, Bethany was back in the tropics before jet lag had a chance to claim her.

  Yet last night, jet lag had rolled over her like a tidal wave the minute she’d walked through the door of the suite. She couldn’t even remember getting dressed for bed. She’d been freezing and exhausted.

  Sophia had given her a wacky nightshirt as a late birthday present and she had gratefully pulled it on along with a pair of warm socks. She was always cold and fashion took a distant second place to warmth.

  Right now, Bethany was having a bad dream. It was the same old haunting dream that had plagued her for years. The house was on fire. Someone was here and it was so hot.

  *

  “Wake up, Baby!” Riker shook her. He’d thought the woman with the wonderful scent had been part of a dream. Except here she was, in his bed, in his arms, and having a nightmare.

  “Baby, c’mon! Wake up!” he gave her a harder shake. She woke, but her fear smelled stronger awake than it had been when she’d been dreaming.

  “What? Who? Who the heck are you? What’re you doing in my bed? Where’s your clothes?” the last question came on a high note when she realized he was naked from the waist up. He was sure she could tell that only a thin, short barrier of cotton kept her from being underneath a near-naked man.

  His lips twitched as he surveyed the scene objectively. Here she was, half out of her “Slow Comfortable Screw” nightshirt and pinned under a mostly-naked stranger. He started to smile and reached to cup her face. That’s when the photoflash went off. It seemed that the press had arrived.

  Riker roared and launched himself toward the flash. The interloper wisely fled the balcony.

  He jerked the curtains closed and stalked back to the bed, flopping down in disgust. His little guest was looking at him nervously, obviously trying to decide what to do. She’d figured out who he was, apparently.

  She stared at him and he sized her up. It didn’t take long since she wasn’t that big. She was about five feet, five inches tall. Her hair was a wavy dark blond with light streaks through it. She had large eyes that were a dark, forest green.

  Her body was easily a 36-24-36. He was a pretty good judge of that sort of thing. She had full lips and high cheekbones. She was one damn fine looking woman.

  Bethany looked Riker over just as thoroughly. Taking a mental inventory he knew what she was seeing—yellow eyes—gold, he told himself, medium brown hair dusted with salt and pepper that was too long and a little shaggy. He was six feet, two inches tall and had heavy muscles on his chest, arms and thighs—werewolves tended to be muscular but he worked out, too. He also knew he was pretty hairy but not abnormally so. Near the time of the full moon he might seem a little more hairy, but only when he transformed was he truly furry.

  He wondered what was going through her mind but it didn’t take him long to find out.

  After a few minutes, she’d reached out her hand and said, “I’m…” and then her eyes had become watery and she’d closed them, “I’m sleepy,” she mumbled.

  She pulled her hand back and moved it under her cheek.

  “Cold.” She said. This was punctuated with a full-body shiver.

  He chuckled and wrapped himself around her again. She smelled so good. She smelled like Pumpkin pie with whipped cream. No, she smelled like Coconut Cream pie with whipped cream.

  She smelled like every good thing he could think of. His dick was hard as a rock. He licked her neck and cheek. He dozed off with this beautiful stranger in his arms.

  Riker woke before she did. He gave her a tentative lick. He didn’t want to wake her but he needed the reassurance that she was still there. Damn sh
e smelled good. She tasted like she smelled. She tasted like she looked. Yummy.

  He stared at her for a few minutes. He really liked how she looked. He really liked how her body felt against his. He loved how she smelled, loved how she tasted. Human or not, Riker already knew he was going to make love to her.

  * * * *

  Bethany woke slowly. She felt so toasty and warm. She’d been so cold before. She rubbed her face in the warmth she felt. She stretched her hands in front of her and moved her legs. It was so soft.

  “MMMMMM.” She sighed. She rubbed her whole body against the softness and then froze on an indrawn breath.

  That lovely, wonderful, comfortable, and—oh my GAWD incredible softness and warmth that she wanted to roll around in—it was a man. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up into the smiling eyes of the man wrapped around her.

  “Hi there,” rumbled the soft, warm body she’d been reveling in. He had a sinful smile on his face.

  She was so embarrassed. Her face had to be scarlet.

  “Um, hi,” she said, dipping her head into the mattress. He chuckled.

  “I guess I should introduce myself, I’m Riker Montgomery.”

  She looked up at him again. “My friends call me Bet.”

  He leaned down and kissed her gently. “I’m very pleased to meet you,” he told her, and then he kissed her again. He licked the seam between upper and lower lip and she involuntarily opened her mouth.

  He eased his tongue into her mouth and slid his tongue along hers. She closed her eyes.

  She knew he could feel her letting go. He began unbuttoning her sleep-shirt as he kissed her mouth, her face and her neck. He licked down to her breastbone and trailed it across to her shoulder.

  “I am so pleased to meet you, Bet,” he murmured as his mouth lowered onto her round breast.

  She could not believe how good his hot mouth felt on her breast. Her nipple was already hard but when his searing mouth engulfed the rigid peak, it tightened even more. He nipped it and covered it with his palm.

  He transferred his burning lips and velvet tongue to the other breast until that nipple was taut with need. They were so hard and sensitive. His every touch caused her body to weep in response.

  “Mmmmm…” he moaned gutturally, “More! Tastes so good!” he continued to suck and lick with gusto.

  Eyes closed, she ran her hands through his hair and down his back. Her seeking hands slid to his waist, looking for and finding his thick erection and massaging him through his cotton boxer-briefs.

  His cock was so big against her hand that she wondered what it looked like. Bet moved her hand up and down on his erection trying to feel all of him through the cotton material.

  His hungry mouth covered hers in a demanding kiss. At the same time he removed his shorts.

  “Touch me,” he rasped.

  Eager to explore him, she wrapped one slender hand around his staff and slid her other hand below it to cup his balls. She teased and caressed his balls until they began to tighten.

  “YES!” he groaned, animal pleasure taking over.

  She eased her fingers lightly across the cover of his penis, rubbing the sensitive area just below the hood. She fingered the slit in the tip of his cock and spread the clear liquid all over it. Moving up and down along his length, her hands continued to stroke and squeeze him.

  He kissed her over and over again as his fingers sought her woman’s entrance. Finding his way blocked by lace, he parted it with two fingers, reducing her panties to scraps.

  With his path cleared, Riker stroked her inner lips with one finger. He massaged her clit with his thumb as he plunged that one finger inside of her.

  When his thumb rubbed back and forth over her clitoris, her body tensed with desire. Before long, she was rubbing her sex against the palm of his hand. Soft mews of pleasure escaped her throat.

  While one finger moved in and out, he added another. He continued to massage her clit as he kissed her and suckled her breasts.

  “Taste!” he insisted gutturally as he began to lower himself. “Smells good!” he growled.

  She tried to hold him but he was too strong. He eased down her body and nudged her legs until his broad shoulders pressed her thighs open wide. She could feel his breath on her pulsing moist center causing more cream to gush forth.

  Riker licked her silky inner lips, tasting her dripping honey. Groaning with pleasure, he lowered his mouth and slid his tongue down her cleft then speared her with his tongue. Moaning in ecstasy, Bethany spread her legs wider, giving him more access to her feminine center.

  He drew her clit into his mouth, sucking on the engorged little nub. His tongue stroked over her sensitive flesh until she whimpered and arched her hips beneath his lips.

  He replaced his sucking mouth with his thumb and forefinger, tugging and pinching her throbbing clit. Her body arched in uncontrollable response to the overpowering pleasure.

  His tongue continued to dip into her creaming center as she began to shake. He sucked her nectar as it flowed onto his tongue. She writhed against his mouth in a blazing climax.

  Riker licked and kissed his way back up her body. He rose above her.

  “Spread!” he rumbled. “Open!” the werewolf demanded. “Want you, Baby,” his pulsing cock nudged her pussy.

  She stared apprehensively at him through her big green eyes, wanting him, but nervous.

  “Let me in,” he purred in demand as he poised himself at her wet entrance.

  Hesitantly, she opened her legs a little, placing her hands on his shoulders.

  “Want me?” he purred.

  “Yes, I do, but…” she stammered. His glowing yellow eyes bored into hers. “I want you,” She croaked. “But…”

  “MINE,” he growled menacingly.

  “I … it’s been so long, Riker. I didn’t like it much before.” She whispered. “I’m sorry but I’m not good at this. Please, don’t be mad.”

  Something in her voice penetrated his bestial haze. He kissed her and licked her neck and breasts in reassurance. She felt his cock nudging her wet center.

  “Take care of you,” he promised her, barely able to form words.

  She opened her legs wider. “Yes,” she said.

  He plunged in to her and she gasped and moaned. “Oh! Oh my!”

  “MMMMM…” he responded throwing his head back, “Mmmm, GOOD.”

  He began to move inside of her and she couldn’t believe how it felt. It was much better than her imagination. Her only other experience with sex was not nearly as breathtaking. Obviously, he’d had a lot more experience than she did, but she had never felt anything as good as this—not ever.

  “Say my name,” he demanded.

  “Riker! Please, Riker!” she clutched at him and wrapped her legs around him.

  His cock felt so incredible inside of her. With every stroke, his pubic hair teased her clit. She moved beneath him, clutching him and mewling. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she grabbed at him, begging him incoherently. As he thrust, she moaned.

  “MINE!” he growled again. “Mine, mine, mine!”

  “RikerRikerRikerRiker!!!” she screamed his name over and over as she climaxed.

  Her cries seemed to push him to the edge. He thrust harder. Her tight, grasping sheath finished him off. He came on a roar and a groan.

  “Bet! Baby!” he roared. “My BET! MINE!” he collapsed on her and held her, licking her neck and jaw. Finally, he rolled to his side. He kissed her again and again as they both came down from their lovemaking.

  After a few minutes, she began to stir. “I didn’t mean to do that,” she confessed in a whisper.

  “It was pretty much a done deal when you stretched and rubbed all over me before you woke up.” Riker rumbled, chuckling.

  “You felt so good. I didn’t know you were … you. You felt so soft and warm and good.” He kissed her hard. “Riker?” she looked up at him again. She released a sigh. “Nothing.” She said after a minute.


  “Bet?” he stared at her until she answered him. “Do you want to lay here with me for a while?”

  “Yes, Riker.” She whispered. “I do. Just for a few minutes.”

  “I love holding you like this, Baby. I don’t want to let you go.” He nibbled along her neck and shoulder.

  He held her close to him. “Bet, I made love to you just now. Say that. Tell me you know that.”

  “Riker, I made love with you, too.” She whispered, snuggling close to him.

  * * * *

  Early the next morning, Bet awoke feeling awkward. She inched across the mattress away from Riker. Before she could sit up completely, he looped an arm around her waist, snatching her back.

  “You leaving me, baby?” he growled at her.

  “Riker?” she whispered.

  “Bet,” he rumbled menacingly.

  “Riker, don’t you work today?”

  “Bet?” he licked her shoulder. “You leaving me, Bet?”

  She rolled toward him and he licked her neck. She looked at him with her dark green eyes.

  He settled his mouth over hers and kissed her until she forgot who and where she was. The hair on his chest brushed her sensitive nipples. She arched her back, pressing her chest to his, trying to get closer.

  He slid his hand between her legs and stroked her wetness. At the same time, one of his big hands cupped her bottom, holding her close.

  Riker massaged her little nub until she began to moan. He urged her against him and began to suck on first one nipple and then the other.

  When he had her facing him and arching her back in ecstasy, he raised one of her legs over his hip, positioning his shaft against her wet pussy. She was creaming against him and he nudged inside of her. With one thrust, he buried his cock inside her to the hilt.

  “Want you!” he moaned on a thrust.

  “Mine!” he groaned with another thrust.

  She moved urgently against him. Her legs gripped his thighs and her hands moved restlessly over his back and buttocks. Maybe he was trying to take it slow but she was so hungry.

  “More, more,” she begged trying to urge him on.

  “Mmm,” he groaned thrusting in slow and steady strokes.

  Greedy for him, hunger drove her. She wanted passion. Bethany squeezed his buttocks with both hands. When that didn’t achieve the desired results, she slapped him hard on the rump.