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  Shifters & Bad Boys Bundle

  Anita Lawless, Leigh Foxlee & C.J. Sneere

  Copyright © 2014 Anita Lawless, C.J. Sneere & Leigh Foxlee

  Published by Wild & Lawless Writers

  http://wildlawlesswriters.blogspot.com/

  All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be distributed, shared, resold, posted online, or reproduced in any electronic or hard copy form.

  This ebook is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual persons or events is entirely coincidental. This ebook contains adult content and is intended for a mature readership. All sexual scenarios depicted in this ebook occur between consenting adults over 18 years of age.

  Cover art design by Wild & Lawless Writers.

  The photo on the cover comes from a royalty free images section of a photo stock site. It is used here under a royalty-free license. The writer, publisher, and cover designer claim no rights to the original photo. Photographer and model have no affiliation with the author, cover designer, or publisher, and use of this photo does not suggest in any way that the model or photographer endorse the author’s work.

  This ebook bundle includes:

  The Story of Jack & James: Jack The Lad Series (MM with ménage scenes)

  Waking Up Werewolf The Complete Series (MMM)

  Cherry’s Sex Exploration: Cherry On Top Series (MF with ménage scenes)

  Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 1 (MF)

  Claimed by the Bad Boy: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 2 ( MF with ménage scenes)

  Bonus Excerpt from Bad Boy Biker: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 3

  All ebooks have a scorching heat level.

  The Story of Jack & James

  Jack The Lad Series

  By C.J. Sneere

  The story of a punk rocker and a young man lost, who found himself through love.

  Includes:

  Jack The Lad

  Jack & James

  In Jack’s Bed

  Jack’s Betrayal

  Jack’s Bachelor Party

  Bonus Story: The Wedding Of Jack & James

  ***

  You are invited to the wedding of Jack Matthew Randall and James Ratherton Smith. Please skip to the bonus installment at the end of this collection to attend. If you are unfamiliar with the story of Jack and James, let me first tell you the tale of a punk rocker and a young man lost, who found himself through love.

  Yours Sincerely,

  C.J. Sneere

  Jack The Lad

  I’d kicked cigarettes three years ago, but I needed an excuse to get away from Dad. It always escalated into an argument with him, and I refused to spoil my sister’s wedding reception. So when I spotted the short, portly bastard headed my way, I faked a nic fit then slipped out the back door of the restaurant.

  I sighed as my ass hit the cool sidewalk. A spring breeze drifted by, and I inhaled deeply of the city scents it carried. Hot dogs from street vendors, fuel exhaust, and a potpourri of freshly served food coming from the restaurant. Soaking this in relaxed me.

  Until I looked to my left and saw a gorgeous blond man walking toward me. His hair was a mess of spikes. He was about six foot. Dressed in gaudy plaid pants and a t-shirt far too tight. But I wasn’t complaining. Though he wore a leather jacket over top, I could still make out well defined pecs, a toned stomach. I looked up from where his tight pants bunched in an impressive bulge and our gazes met.

  He had doe eyes and a crooked grin. My mouth went dry, and I tried to look away, but failed on the first try. Normally, the attention of a handsome male lifted a crappy mood, but not today. Today, I just wanted solitude. Dealing with my overbearing father was stress enough.

  I was never much of a punk fan, but something about my unexpected guest intrigued me. Still, he seemed to spell trouble, so I forced myself to stare at my shoes instead.

  He sat close beside me. I kept focusing on my shoes, hoping if I ignored him long enough he’d go away. Instead, he stretched his legs out, propped one black, three-inch platform on top of the other, and slid a cigarette from a pack tucked in his jacket pocket.

  After lighting up, he nudged me with an elbow. “Want a puff?”

  “I don’t smoke cancer sticks.” From my peripheral, I saw him grin again.

  “This ain’t a cigarette.” He took another long drag. “What, you don’t recognize a spliff when you see it?”

  I wrinkled my nose, gave him a quick glance. “I’ve never touched marijuana, thank you.”

  This earned me sexy laughter. The guy threw his head back and gutted himself. I felt like a kid back on the playground, and I edged away slightly.

  He reached out, gently patted my shoulder then gave it a squeeze. “Hey, sorry, pal. Just teasing you. No harm meant.”

  I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Tried to be offended by his closeness, his carefree attitude, rather than turned on by it. But something made me edge back toward him, brush my knee against his.

  Taking a deep breath, I looked into his eyes once more. They were dark golden brown. My throat tightened and I had to focus on breathing. His stare was bold, held no fear, and I got lost in it.

  “What the hell.” My voice cracked. “Give me a drag.”

  As I reached for the joint, my fingers shook. His hand brushed over mine, and his rough calluses raised the tiny hairs on my knuckles. He took his time pulling away, which made me cough on the spicy smoke I held in my lungs. His grin returned when we touched a second time, as I handed the spliff back.

  Annoyed by my reaction, I scowled, speaking harsher than I meant to: “Got a name?”

  His smirk remained. “Jack.” He held out his palm, and those golden eyes shimmered.

  Swallowing hard, I ignored his offer this time. “I’m James.”

  This bastard knew he was getting to me. It was clear in his confident attitude. In the way he stayed close, as if daring me to tell him to move off. “Nice to meet you, James. What brings you into the alley this afternoon?”

  Did he just waggle an eyebrow at me? I thought, wondering if he’d mistaken me for a hopeful trick. “Avoidance.” I moved an inch away. Hey, it had been a while, but I’d never pay for sex. Maybe I wasn’t GQ cover, but I knew I was handsome enough to get it for free.

  He scoffed at my discomfort. “I’m not asking because I’m selling. Just general interest.” He shrugged. “Being friendly. What’re you avoiding?”

  I let my hackles down, gave him a small smile. “My father. We haven’t talked in six years. But my sister got married today. Though I hate him, I love her. So here I am.”

  He rested an arm across my shoulders. I almost tensed from the touch, but then he massaged the stiff muscles on one side of my neck. “Parents,” he said. “They can be a pain in the ass.”

  Sighing, I relaxed in spite of my apprehension. “That feels good. Thank you.” I let my muscles melt beneath his fingertips. My head tilted back and I closed my eyes.

  As my lips parted slightly, a hot, wet tongue glided between them. At first I tensed, but Jack cradled my head with one hand, urging me deeper into his kiss. His other hand stroked and kneaded my torso through my dress shirt.

  I reached up and buried fingers in his hair. My tongue entwined with his, then I sucked on his bottom lip. He gave a soft moan, and his hips pressed hard into mine as he tugged me closer still.

  Our mouths crushed together harder as his hand slipped between my legs. He rubbed my growing erection, and I nipped the end of his
tongue before tearing my mouth away. My hand slipped beneath his shirt to fondle lush abs and pectorals, before my sense of reason shook me:

  You’re making out with a strange man in an alley, it shrieked, using my father’s voice.

  I jumped away from Jack, skittered to a stop near the dumpster. He stared at me in obvious surprise, doe eyes wide and searching. “I’m sorry. I thought you were—”

  “Gay?” My smile felt weary, as memories of Dad’s snide comments over my sexual orientation flowed. “Yeah, I am. Sorry, it’s not you. You’re…” I blushed, glanced away. “You’re beautiful. It’s just my father. If he happened to come out here…”

  “Fuck him.” Jack’s lip curled in a sneer. “What’s he gonna do?” The sneer turned to a smile as he stood and walked over. “And you’re rather hot yourself, thank you. Between the two of us, I think we could take the old bastard out if he shows his face.”

  I laughed loud at this. The thought of my father in a fist fight with me and an unknown lover conjured an absurd image in my mind. Would be fun to shock the shit out of my old man, though. I rarely took such chances. While I hadn’t lived with my father since I was fifteen—the year I came out—his verbal and physical torment still held power over me. It made me rigid, afraid to feel for any man, in case he abused me the way my father had. I often broke relationships off before the one year mark. I was just too terrified to grow attached.

  But Jack offered a fling. Nothing more. No attachment. No strings. So, why not? Screw my father and his disapproval. I didn’t need his acceptance. Never had and never would. These thoughts boosted my courage.

  Jack placed his forehead to mine and gazed in my eyes. “So…what’d you say? You look like you could use a good fucking to loosen you up.”

  But he was a stranger. I didn’t know his sexual past. “I… I can’t…”

  He held up a plastic bag. “If you’re worried about protection, I got fresh ones in here.” He smirked as he pulled out a box of condoms. “Can I take you for a ride, pretty boy?”

  I scoffed. “Who’re you calling pretty?”

  His response was another scorching kiss. He reached down and groped my crotch, pinning me to the brick wall as he did so. The rough blocks grazed my skin through my shirt, but I barely noticed. His smell wafted up my nose, dizzied my head. A mix of mint and musk.

  I ran my hand down his face, enjoying the tickle of stubble against my smooth palm. He tore his mouth from mine, just as he tore the buttons from my shirt.

  “My father’ll see that.” My protest was weak and breathless.

  “Too bad,” Jack growled, before he took my left nipple between his teeth.

  I laughed and pushed my overly-cautious nature away.

  He took his time licking, kissing, and sucking a path to my waist. Then he swiftly tore open my belt and pants. I arched my hips forward to help him tug them and my underwear to my knees.

  His warm, wet mouth closed tightly around my throbbing cock. Sighing, I thrust deep into his mouth until my balls brushed his chin. With my glans touching the back of his throat, he sucked hard on my aching erection. I moaned loud and long before I could stop myself. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, and this sensation was paradise.

  His mouth slipped back to my thick head, while one hand kneaded my swollen scrotum. With his tongue, he tortured the glans and my hole. The head of my cock pulsed so strong it hurt. I bucked forward, forcing my penis farther between his lips. He chuckled around the shaft before deep-throating me. The vibration, the hot pressure of his mouth wrapped around me once more, felt sublime.

  His mouth slipped up and down my penis faster, faster. I struggled to control my moans of pleasure. My hands found his hair and buried fingers in his golden spikes. While sucking my cock, he continued to play with my balls, and the combination had me wildly fucking his face.

  That is until he yanked his mouth from my shaft to lap and slurp at my scrotum. His skilled hand replaced his lips. He squeezed tightly as he ran his grip up and down my spit-lubed dick.

  Just when I thought he’d milk me to orgasm while gobbling my sac, he changed it up again. His skilled touch left me, and I opened my eyes, letting out a disappointed groan. After a cheeky grin upward, he coiled his lips around my twitching erection, pumping up and down its length as swiftly as he could. While he sucked me eagerly, his hand went back to massaging my balls.

  My cock was on fire with bliss. The head felt as if it would explode if I didn’t cum soon. Out of instinct, I grabbed his scalp and face fucked him like a carnal beast. He responded by matching my rhythm with equal enthusiasm.

  Soon, my glans and hole felt as if they burst with release. I cried out and drove my shaft into his mouth. My balls loudly slapped his chin. Before I stopped coming, he pulled me out so he could lap at the squirting tip.

  It was so sensitive I could barely stand it. However, it felt amazing too, so I let him continue, though the intensity made me shiver and clutch at him. I gave an emphatic moan.

  He slid up the length of my trembling body. I opened my eyes as he did so, and caught the devilish smile he wore. Before I could gather my senses, he kissed me again, and I tasted my salty spunk on his full mouth.

  “Let me fuck you,” he whispered, before licking my lips. “I want your sexy ass.”

  I laughed nervously. Brief thoughts of being caught by my father made me hesitate, but I refused to let them linger. Instead I stroked his face, gazed deep into those golden eyes, and told him, “Yes.”

  He put on a seductive show first, ripping open a condom wrapper with flourish then slowly rolling the thin latex over his veiny, purple-headed dick. He flipped me, and I gasped as the brick scratched across my stomach and still throbbing cock. With strong, large hands, he tilted my hips away from the wall. Then he stroked and kneaded my muscular ass, murmuring compliments as he did so. I grinned and tried to breathe as I waited for his touch to part my ass cheeks.

  He guided my legs apart and fondled my balls, teasing before his touch moved to my crack. Until I murmured, “Please, fuck me already.” Then he chuckled and plunged two pre-cum lubed fingers up my ass.

  He worked me wider with his fingers, adding a third then fourth while he stroked and squeezed my cock and scrotum. I was rock hard once more, ass arched high in the air, mewling like an alley cat as this stranger made love to me.

  He used his pre-cum and mine to lube up his cock, while I watched him over my shoulder. Our eyes locked in smoldering lust, then he nudged my cheeks farther apart and shoved his plump glans into my anus.

  I thrust backward and moaned as my asshole stretched. With one hand, I braced myself against the wall. Briefly, I wondered what father would say if he could see me now, ass in the air as a gorgeous, blond punk fucked it hard. Perhaps it would give the old bastard a heart attack. Not a nice thought, James, I scolded myself, before getting lost in bliss once more.

  Another inch slipped in, then another. My asshole relaxed completely, taking all his cock in a slow, sensuous tempo. His balls tickled mine and I sighed, pressing my face to the cooling brick. Then he slid a hand down my sweat dampened stomach. Fingers soon coiled around my pulsing dick, milking me toward orgasm number two.

  My mind divided its focus between bliss received front to back. I melted into the sensation of my asshole stretching and clenching around his meaty prick. Not too long, but quite thick, which I preferred. I bucked forward into the hand job, backward into the ass fucking. My legs quivered from this overload of erotic stimulation. I could barely breathe, and coherent thoughts were impossible in this fog of ecstasy.

  I grunted like a wild beast as his slippery shaft pounded my anus harder, picking up pace. My cock was so ramrod stiff it felt as if the thin skin would split. My prostrate throbbed from the ramming it absorbed, and my knees grew weak as climax built deep in my anal canal and within my prick.

  Before I could stop myself, I shouted, “God yes. Fuck the ass off me.” I felt my face flush hotter at these words. I’d ne
ver screwed with such wild abandon in my careful life. This sex topped my amazing experiences list.

  He wrapped an arm around my torso and pulled me against his damp, hairless chest.

  Slippery friction made my cock burn with the need for release. His penis now fucked my ass lightning quick, and the intense pressure made my prostate feel as if it exploded with orgasm. I shook violently in his embrace and let out a strangled squeal. My cum shot from my cock, bathing the wall in pearly whiteness. Some coated his hand, before he quit stroking.

  He thrust deep into my ass and let out a guttural moan as he came. He gave my cheek a passionate squeeze as he pulled out.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, after he let me go and bent to yank up his pants. When had he taken them off? I had no clue. My mind held a satisfied blur of our meeting, but details were fuzzy.

  “You’re quite welcome.”He cast a glance down at my ankles, and I thanked him again. This time for the cue to get dressed. This strange man made me act like a brainless dolt. Was it any wonder, though?

  Before he strolled away, I watched him scribble something on a piece of paper he pulled from a chain wallet. He tucked the scrap in my pants pocket, brushed a kiss over my mouth, then threw a wave over his shoulder as he left.

  Bemused, I watched his fine ass wiggle until he disappeared around the corner of the restaurant. Only then did I check the paper he’d slipped me. I chuckled as I read off “Call me” with his number written beneath it.

  ***

  Jack & James

  I buttoned my blazer, checked my dark brown crew cut in the window glass, and headed back inside the restaurant. Keeping low, I crept through the kitchen, hoping no temperamental cooks spied me before I made it into the main dining area.

  Breathing a sigh of relief, I sped-walked past the open banquet doors. In my mind, I said an apology to my dear sister, Fiona, for not saying goodbye or giving her and the groom, Brian, best wishes. I’d phone her later tonight and gush profuse I’m sorries. Hopefully the wide screen HDTV I’d bought them as a wedding gift would appease.