Shifters with Secrets (An MMF Bisexual Threesome)(9)

“Hi,” she announced, her beer in her left, hand, holding her right hand out pompously. “I’m Sofia. I’m doing research at the library for the summer while I work on my Ph.D.”

Both the new girls looked up at her for a moment, then at each other. Sofia held her hand there, feeling totally indignant that these girls were ignoring her — not to mention brave for introducing herself so boldly.

Finally, the blond spoke, offering a limp right hand to Sofia.

“I’m Janelle,” she said. “I live in town.”


Sofa gave her hand a good, firm shake, even though Janelle barely offered her the tips of her fingers.

Then she turned and looked at the brunette.

“Monica,” the brunette said. She sounded distinctly annoyed, and didn’t quite make eye contact with Sofia, choosing instead to look at a spot on the wall, somewhere behind the other girl.

In the silence that followed, Sofia sat back down, sipping at her beer. Gavin and Thomas shared another look, but Sofia wasn’t particularly concerned with them at the moment.

Both the girls smirked, like they were sharing a joke, and then Monica, the brunette, spoke up, taking one of Gavin’s thick arms in her hands.

“Where’s that drink?” she asked, her voice a wheedling purr.

“You know where the bar is,” he told her. He wasn’t gruff or impolite, but it was clear that he wasn’t having any of her games, either.

“I’m broke,” she said. “Come on, one drink, for your best girl?”

“You can buy mine,” Janelle, the blond, assured Thomas.

Sofia took another few sips of her beer, totally irritated by the newcomers.

“So yeah,” she said, too loudly. “The police don’t know who broke into the library. No cameras or anything.”

Both the other girls wrinkled their noses.

“Who breaks into a library?” Janelle asked.

“Ew,” said Monica.

Both of the laughed.

Sofia hated them.

At last, Monica sighed.

“No free drinks today, sugarbear?” she asked Gavin. His face seemed to tighten for a moment, and then he looked down at her.

“Sorry,” he said.

She sighed and got up, swinging her skinny hips all the way to the bar, then bending at the waist and sticking her ass out as she ordered drinks.

To their credit, neither Gavin nor Thomas seemed to be looking at her. Moments later, she came back, setting a pint glass full of alcohol in front of the other girls.

“Long island iced tea,” she announced, and they held their glasses up to clink together. “Woooo!”

“Woooo!” answered Janelle, and the two of them took long gulps.

The men looked down at their own drinks.

“So anyway,” Janelle said, as if she’d been talking before. “Brent’s having a huge party up at his parents’ cabin this weekend. Locals only,” she said, with a quick glance at Sofia.

As she spoke, she slid one hand up and down Thomas’s leg.

Sofia drained her beer and stood, tossing money on the table.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she told Thomas, then quickly stood and left before he could do anything.

She walked the few blocks back to her apartment alone. She’d thought that maybe one or both of them would come after her, but neither did.

Sofia held back tears for most of her walk, but as soon as she was inside her tiny sublet, they flooded out.

How could I be so stupid? she thought, looking down at herself. They only flirt with me until something better comes along, and then it’s all about those skinny bitches.

Dramatically, she flopped down on her couch, the room starting to spin.

Then she got up, grabbed a bottle of white wine from her fridge, and flipped on the TV that had come with the place.





Chapter Six





Janelle wouldn’t stop touching Thomas. Her hand on his leg grossed him out as she went on and on about a “locals only” party that weekend. He knew that she meant shifters only, and furthermore, he knew that she was specifically not including Sofia.

He lifted Janelle’s hand, trying to extricate himself from her without making a scene, and then, suddenly, Sofia stood.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, even as Janelle wrapped one arm around his waist.

The door to the Tipsy Miner opened, framing Sofia in sunlight.

“Sofia, wait!” he called, rising to his feet, halfway bringing Janelle with him.

“Hey!” she said.

“Get off me,” he growled, pulling himself away from her clawing hands, but as he did, stepping around the chairs where they’d been sitting, Janelle tried to follow him and tripped instead, falling flat on her face.

How much did she have to drink? Thomas wondered, coming back to the girl. He at least had to see if she was okay.

Then Janelle screamed.

Jesus f*cking Christ, thought Thomas.

“I think my nose is broken!” Janelle wailed.

For a moment, he and Gavin locked eyes. This was exactly why they tended to avoid so many of the shifters their age. Growing up life in isolation, away from people, and being constantly told how special you were? It was a recipe for turning out weird.

Janelle rolled over onto her back, still on the floor of the bar. Monica rushed to her side, kneeling by her friend, and the bartender came over too, bringing a towel filled with ice.