Surf N' Turf (Bayside Tigers (BBW Paranormal Menage Shape Shifter Romance) Book 1) Read online

  Surf n’ Turf

  (Bayside Tigers Series)

  By Rachel Real

  © 2015 by Rachel Real. All rights reserved.

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  WARNING: Explicit and graphic love scenes are ahead. If you are uncomfortable with VERY GRAPHIC sex, turn back now. This book is intended for readers 18+

  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  Disclaimer

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Sneak Peak

  Chapter One

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  Moving is a bitch.

  Jessica thought. She hated it. H-A-T-E-D it! She hadn’t heard from her father, James Rigg, in twenty years. Until a week ago, when a crisply dressed attorney showed up on her doorstep with a white envelope gripped in his hand. Her father had been a raging alcoholic who abandoned her and her mother on the smoggy west side of Cincinnati at six years old.

  The damn bastard didn’t even send as much as a lazy birthday card or a single half-hearted letter.

  Low and behold, her deadbeat dad found time between beers to draft up a will—and she was in it!

  And Jessica freaked out when she found out her father left her a summer home in a small seaside town called Bayside. She’d already been two months behind on her rent working at a thankless job at a local diner—Spooner’s. Like hell, Jessica knew she only had a few more weeks until her seedy Land lord, Big John, would kick her out on her chunky ass. And Jessie would be standing on the side of the road evicted with no place else to go.

  Her life burned from both ends, and she needed an escape. Maybe moving to a quiet beach town wouldn’t be so bad? Even though Jessie didn’t like the sun in her face or sand between her toes...

  She’d run out of options. Fate has a strange way of pulling the strings in our lives, so it seems... and her strings got yanked hard. So, she up and moved.

  But, Jessica Rigg couldn’t move to Bayside all by her lonesome. Not without dragging her best friend Maisie Jones at her side.

  The crash of ocean waves echoed behind them. As their car pulled up to an old house near the shore. Jessie’s eyes looked down at the crumpled piece of paper with the address written on it.

  She sighed. “This is it.”

  “Damn, this place is a real dump...” Maisie blurted and then stared back at me.

  Jessie’s eyes slowly rose up scanning the rickety front porch and the sea salt-eaten wood. Her dad’s old summer home held together like a flimsy house of cards.

  “You sure you wanna leave Cincinnati for this?” Maisie asked pulling her shades from out of her hair and placing them on her small yet wrinkled nose.

  “I got no place else to go back to,” Jessie shrugged gathering the lose strands of her red hair and balling it up to a messy topknot. She then picked up her ratty old suit cases with all of her stuff and dragged it through the sand and on to the porch. Her heavy clunky walk broke the first step on the porch.

  “Christ...” Jessie hissed underneath her breath. Just another stupid thing to fix.

  It’s not like she need yet another reminder of my “size.”

  Mostly, she accepted her weight even though the whole world just ignored her—made her invisible.

  “It’s obvious that this place is a real fixer-upper. You need to find some guy friends—like quick,” Maisie told her. She rolled her eyes.

  “C’mon we can do this. Besides, I don’t know anyone here,” Jessie replied, grimacing as sand poked the soles of her feet. Jessie hated everything about the beach. Her body always burned beet red and her belly poked out of her bikini. The last thing she wanted was for any guy to see all her rolls spilling out of her polka-dot swimsuit.

  Maisie plopped down on the porch and pulled out a cigarette as Jessica walked inside. The musty smell of the old furniture made Jessica’s nose twitch. Then she saw a ladder leading up to the roof.

  Carefully, she climbed up each rung not knowing whether or not she’d fall flat on her face. When she finally made it to the top, she skipped across the sandstone colored shingles. Her mouth hung shocked as she gazed at the breathtaking view. Nothing but blue skies, coconut palm trees, golden sand and waves of endless water. How could my father keep such beautiful place a secret? The old summer house sat right on the beach, and Jessica looked down at sea-shells half-buried in the sand. It’s like all of her problems suddenly disappeared...

  Wha???

  Jessica gasped when she saw something white, black and orange bounding out of the ocean. Drops of water dripped from the mysterious creature’s thick wet shaggy fur. Her feet teetered awkwardly on the edge of the roof. Is that really a tig...

  Then as she hurried to find her balance, her legs wobbled and in seconds Jessie’s flopping backwards.

  Great, Jessie. This is how you die. Snapping your neck after falling off of the roof of the crappy summer home your dead dad left you...

  CRASH!

  She squirmed in the sand and weakly wriggled her toes, trying to make sure she still had feeling in all of her limbs. When Jessie I looked up, a tall man with a cool self-possessed smile on his face stared back at her. His eyes studied her luscious curves, soft cute features and tempting kissable lips.

  Holy crap! Jessie squealed in her head. She felt suddenly transported into one of her those weird dreams. She dreamt of two tigers chasing her in the shadows, but it always ended just when they’d pounce.

  The strapping stranger gazed down at her with these two deeply enchanting golden-bronze eyes. He had a nicely dark tan covering all over his muscular arms. And had a beastly presence, with rock solid nicely defined abs.

  “Took quite a nasty fall,” he flirted with a sinful grin.

  Jessica still tried to gather the jumble of thoughts in her head, feeling mortified and wholly distracted by his sweaty abs.

  “Yeah, where have you been all my life, huh?... I’m falling all the time with no one to catch me...” she snorted.

  Jessie pursed my lips hard, feeling stupider for having made that idiotic joke.

  “Let’s see if you can stand.”

  She just nodded to avoid suffering any more diarrhea of the mouth.

  “Ow!” she cried.

  When Jessica tried to take a single step, Maisie burst around the corner with her hands thrown in the air. Her best friend stopped fast in her tracks when she saw the deeply tanned stranger.

  “Woah...” Maisie blurted speechless.

  “Is that it? I almost die and that’s the best you can say?” Jessie teased.

  “Where did you come out of?” Maisie asked circling the stranger like a hungry vulture.

  “My name’s Calder McCall. I live just down the way,” he pointed. “I own a small bed and breakfast on Sunset Hill—The Olde Harbour Inn. It’s funny, I didn’t ever think anyone would buy up this old place...It’s been sitting here empty for years.”

  Jessica listened, curling her arms into her chest and took another weak step forward. But the whole time in her head she imagined herself bundling in his arms.

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Ouch!” she howled.

  “Hmm, maybe I need to take a closer look at that...” Calder said gripping his chin and his golden eyes staring down at her ankles. “If you need a ride, it’s no problem...”

  “Nah, I don’t think any of that is necessary,” Jessie told him waving her polished hand. She didn’t know the first thing about how to let another man take care of her. She left home at sixteen and became sort of a know-it-all ever since. Maisie would say she’d become a ball-busting bitch who didn’t know the first thing about being soft and cuddly—at least, not emotionally. Jessie’s always been thick. Okay, curvy.

  Fine, fat...

  And she just accepted that. Jessie learned long ago that fat girls just don’t fall in love. Harsh, probably. But denying it didn’t make it any less true. Dating wasn’t for girls like Jessica Rigg. Maisie never suffered from a shortage of hair pulling frustration dating dudes (i.e. dicks—Maisie’s words not hers...) that would abandon her best friend the next morning after a drunken hook up.

  Maisie took Jessie’s arm and she could already see the scheming in her eyes.

  “Don’t think. Just go,” she whispered in her ear. She then shoved Jessie hard in the small of her back and into Calder’s strong arms.

  Calder looked at Jessie and her heart thrummed so hard, it felt like a bird had been trapped in her chest. She couldn’t stand the tantalizing look in his eyes.

  “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be gentle...” Calder smirked.

  Chapter Two

  No way! I’m already lying on his sheets and we just met. She blushed when Calder stood over Jessie as she lay back on the bed. Calder’s heavy footsteps sent creaks through the floor.

  “Lie back,” he commanded, tensing his jaw and concentrating his scowl hard on her thighs.

  Jessie gulped.

  “Give me your leg...” Calder lifted her ankle and rolled up her pant leg. When he touched her, Jessie thought she’d break out in bright red itchy hives.

  God, don’t look at my cankles. Please not my cankles...

  Jessie felt her skin prickle when Calder caressed it with his rough warm hands. Her heart beat so fast, she thought she could feel it clogging up her throat. Jessie tried to say something, but kept feeling herself choking on the words.

  “You own this place?” She finally got out.

  “I inherited it.” Calder grunted in his low husky voice. “When my mother got sick, I dropped out of med school to give her a hand. Never thought I’d come back to Bayside, but family means everything to me.”

  Jessie bit her lower lip when Calder’s powerful grip deeply massaged her aching calves. She felt foolish for getting so worked up over a guy. But...look at him! If she wasn’t trying so hard to be a lady, she would have already spread-eagled her thighs.

  Real talk.

  “Looks like you might need a hand with that old house. A local contractor here in Bayside, owes me a favor. I can swing by with some cans of paint and a few odd brushes and have that place looking brand spanking new again.”

  He leaned in really close. So close, Jessie heard a rumble in his throat—like that of a satisfied cat.

  And Jessie flinched.

  Huh?

  “Calder!” a woman’s voice called. “Got some more beers for the bonfire later tonight, I’m not gonna let you chicken out this time...”

  A blonde haired minx strutted into the room with icy blue eyes. She had that perfect “cool girl” I-just-woke-up-this-way look about her as he brushed her tousled hair to her side. When she turned to Jessie, she scowled like she’d rather see her bleeding to death in a dark alley than in Calder’s arms.

  “Oh, hey Nisha, this is—”

  Then came that awkward moment where Jessie realized she hadn’t even told Calder her name.

  “Jessica Rigg, but I go by Jessie.”

  Nisha nodded still sneering at her. “...right.”

  Then she sniffed the air and crossed her arms with a spiteful toss of her hair. It’s obvious she didn’t like Jessie. At all.

  “Since you’re new in town, Jessie. You should come too. The locals here have this bonfire kinda like a tradition. Your friend is welcome too.”

  Calder stared at her so calmly it’s like he could read my thoughts. Nisha, on the other hand, rolled her eyes.

  The old Jessie would have said nuh-uh. Nope. No parties pour moi. But I didn’t know anyone, and Maisie would hate me for refusing free alcohol.

  But it wasn’t really going to be that bad right? What’s the worst that could happen?

  Chapter Three

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  Jessica’s trembling fingers kept fiddling with the bottom hem of her summer dress. The last thing she wanted was for Calder to ogle her stretch marks.

  “Jesus!” Maisie muttered underneath her breath. “Is every guy like a super model here?”

  Yeah, no kidding. Jessie thought. Night had fallen over the beach and loud music played up ahead. She could see the glow of a burning fire in the near distance. Every guy that passed us had ripped abs and powerful burly bodies. Like pure beefcake. They hadn’t ever seen anything like it.

  It only made Jessie feel more self-conscious about her rolly-poly physique. With oh-so perfect women like Nisha flocking around, Calder would never see anything in me.

  “You two lost?” a low dark voice hollered from behind them.

  “Holy cow! Are these dudes for real?” Maisie blurted, nudging Jessie in my rib.

  When Jessie turned, a man with a surfboard tucked under his arm came striding out of the thick cover of palm trees. His muscular arms glowed in the soft glimmer of fire light. He cocked his head to one side and didn’t even pretend he wasn’t gazing at Jessie’s body. He practically tasted her with his eyes, craving her like a piece of fresh meat.

  Why is he looking at me like that? He’s not checking me out—is he?

  “Sometimes all you need is for someone to show you the way...or a good night of rough sex. Whichever comes first,” The stranger growled. He then raked his fingers through his dark blonde hair. “Name’s Taj. Follow me.”

  Maisie pinched my butt.

  “Move it!”

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  I could hardly concentrate watching all of the half-naked bodies gyrating all around me. A giant fire burned in the center. A frenzy of crazed young people ran like wild animals down the beach. Another crew of guys laughed after wiping out off of their surfboards.

  No sign of Calder yet. Taj grabbed her hand and yanked Jessie toward the horde of people.

  “No, I can’t,” she begged him. Taj wouldn’t let go.

  “Why not?” he asked licking the corners of his sensual mouth.

  “I don’t dance, okay. I’ll just end up knocking people over....” she joked again tugging at the hem of Jessie’s dress.

  Taj firmed his grip. his smooth muscles, outlined by the light of the moon.

  “There’s nothing I hunger for more than a mate with curves—they make for prime breeders...” Taj sniffed.

  Mate? Breeding?

  Taj then just reeled Jessie into his chest with a twisted look in his eyes. He grabbed two plastic red cups and handed one to her. Her half-lidded eyes strayed over the rock hard contours of his lower torso. Jessie had trouble controlling her own perverted thoughts.

  “It’s not poison, I promise,” he mused.

  Jessie barely gulped it down before Taj ferociously grabbed a hold of her hips. She could feel her thighs being wholly groped in his hands. Her head was spinning and a blissful ecstasy started to surge through all of her body. Taj deeply inhaled the scent of my hair before sucking my left earlobe in his mouth.

  “I love a woman with hips to grab a hold on to,” he whispered against Jessie’s wet ear.

  The two of us kicked up warm sand as he held me close to his denim crotch. The hot-blooded bodies writhing around us danced in a blissful frenzy. Impulsively, Taj snaked his hand down the middle of my thighs.

  Jessie squeaked, caught between wanting
to stop him and wishing he’d spread her further apart.

  Okay, I’m drunk. I’m really reallllyyy drunk.

  Jessie’s mind wandered and he leaned back against him wondering what he’d look like butt naked.

  Wha? Okay. Stop being a total sex hungry sleaze, Jessie.

  “You’re all wet,” he growled raising an eyebrow.

  And I look down at his hand brushing off some of the beer I spilled on my dress.

  His index finger grazed my panties, and I almost chewed my bottom lip to shreds.

  “Taj!”

  Is that Calder?

  I wondered after hearing his familiar voice. Groggily, I tried to move but couldn’t even take a step without nearly falling on my ass. Everyone dancing stopped, which I thought a little weird.

  “We didn’t catch you at the meeting tonight. As an alpha, you needed to be there,” Calder looked serious.

  Taj finally released Jessie from his grasp. Even though she didn’t want him to let go.

  “It’s not like you really want me there, brother. Seems like you have a good enough time making all of the decisions yourself...” Taj said letting his brutish body stand ridged and statuesque. Calder and Taj gazed at one another like two wild animals challenging each other—ready to fight.

  Wait, brothers? Did I just make out with Calder’s brother?

  Calder stepped forward. “Don’t skip out next time. Running the clan council is not a joke. I won’t ask again.”

  Taj huffed, fiercely grabbing my arm again and pulling me with him.

  “Where are you taking her?” Calder asked.

  “To my bed...” Taj teased smiling broadly. “Where else? I’m taking her home.”

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  As he drove me home in his jeep, Taj let his finger slip underneath the silk strap on my dress.

  “Nice dancing skills, what brings you to Bayside?” he asked.

  Jessie blushed. “My dad. He gave me a summer house in his will. I’m going to fix it up so maybe it will be worth something later...I dunno. You’re brother offered to pitch in. But hey, what was all that ‘alpha’ about back there?”

  She blinked hard, trying to pull her eyes away from his naked upper body.