Seduced by Shark Shifters

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

I couldn’t believe we were done. We had actually made it through our first year of law school, and I think we felt good about our exams this week, even the one we took today, which we had all been sure was going to kill us.

I looked at Derek and Wyn. Derek’s dark hair fell a little as he tilted his head back to take a big chug on his beer. His hair was thick and dark brown. It was long enough to be sexy, but just one centimeter away from going too far. It was the kind of hair that maybe after a few drinks, you thought about running your hands through, but it was still just short enough to look good in a suit, and to allow him to walk nonchalantly into any country club or upscale office in the world, and fit right in. Derek reeked of old money, and the devilish glint that you frequently saw in his eye told you that he didn’t always spend it appropriately.

As Derek put down his empty glass, our usual waitress, Sheila, approached. She was a red-head who looked about thirty. She had big boobs that were just about bursting out of her tight green Cove T-shirt, but none of us seemed to notice.

“Hey, we’re going to need three more,” Wyn said. “And… I think we need some Kamikazi shots. We just passed a killer final.”

“Coming up, babe,” Sheila said, walking away from our table.

While Derek’s hair was thick and longer, Wyn’s was short and textured, something a soldier would wear. Although his hair was really dark brown like his brother’s, Wyn’s hair appeared almost jet black, and always looked wet, just like the tiny goatee that dotted his chin. If Derek reeked of old money, Wyn reeked of new, even though these two guys were twins. Wyn, despite the fact that his name was actually the last name of some old relative named Wynthrop, was innovation and modern ideas. He always had a new way of looking at the world that was just outside the norm.

“You got us through this,” Wyn said, raising his hand up and putting it on my right shoulder.

People love my shoulders. My shoulders are thick, and broad, and wide, and I find that when people don’t know where to touch me, or maybe when they want to cop a feel, they go straight, or sometimes a little gay you might say, for my shoulders. Either way, I usually kind of like it.

“You sure did get us through this,” Derek said, touching my other shoulder.

We were in our favorite booth, an old leather circular one that let us sit near each other in the darkest corner of our favorite bar, The Cove. I always seemed to end up in the middle, and today was no exception. Derek and Wyn both leaned in so close that it felt like we were snuggling. I didn’t really mind the intimacy; after all, we were great friends, but it had been a long time since anyone had paid any attention to little Sam, and with a few drinks in my system, I was starting to get a little turned on. I could feel a stretch in my pants, and I knew from how hard he was that little Sam really liked the fact that two warm bodies were pressed up against me. I wanted to remind him that we were all friends, straight friends, and that it was the wrong time for me to get an erection of steel. After all, these guys were my study group, and my hall mates. No matter how much they feel I helped them, they helped me too. I wouldn’t have made it this year, well at least not as easily, without them. We had gotten each other through the first year of law school, and I wanted to make sure we did the same for the next two years. I didn’t want anything to mess that up, and I would be embarrassed as hell if they saw that I had a hard-on.

Plus, these guys were my only social outlet. If they hadn’t dragged me out the weekend before school began, I probably would have spent all of this year in my room or the library studying. We were the perfect group to hang out together. At twenty-five, I was determined to do well in law school, so I made sure we studied hard, and they made sure we played hard.

In the three years after college I had worked like a dog trying to save for law school. I had saved a lot anticipating awful tuition prices. Luckily, Suncoast University’s Wynthrop School of Law offered me a full scholarship. Now, I actually had a little socializing money, but even when going to a dive bar like The Cove, things added up.

Derek leaned closer to me and I could smell his breath—beer on top of mouthwash. I must have been a little drunk, because it smelled really good to me. I moved my head a little nearer to smell it.

“I wish I could think of a way to thank you,” he said, turning his head so that his dark brown eyes looked right into my hazel ones. “You really kept us focused, and you have a great way of explaining even the most complicated stuff to us.”

“Yeah, you’re brilliant,” Wyn said. “We really need to do something nice for you.”

They both leaned in a little more. They had already each had an arm around me, but now I could feel a leg on each side of mine, pressing up against me. They were exceptionally close, and my inebriated c**k was fighting my jeans to break free. If I didn’t watch it, they were going to see just how much I enjoyed their friendship.

Although my c**k was at full attention, my brain was a little less focused. The smell of really good cologne on both of them made it hard to concentrate. I told myself again, especially the part of me that I called little Sam, that Derek and Wyn were straight friends, and that I wasn’t gay. I reminded myself that I was just horny, and drunk. Right?

Sheila arrived and slapped down three tall beers and six Kamikazi shots on the table. I was hoping that with the beers here my friends would move away a little, because if they got any closer, I was pretty sure I was about to have an accident. Sheila looked at us with a silly smile.

“I don’t know what you three have going on, but it’s hot,” she said, laughing. “Especially putting the blonde with the gorgeous green eyes in the middle of two you dark eyed twins. I’ll be dreaming about this s**t tonight.”

I started to blush. Sheila winked at me and walked off, a giant smile still on her face.

“You know we look really gay huddled up like this,” I said.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Wyn announced.

“It sounds like we look really hot,” Derek said, blowing a little kiss at me.

We all laughed, but then they both leaned even closer. I could feel Derek’s chest near my upper arm, and I could feel my c**k throb against my jeans.

“You guys better watch out, or you might end up with a c**k in your ass,” I said. Oh crap! I couldn’t believe I had just said that out loud. Just how much had I had to drink?

“My high school girlfriend used to try to get her finger up there when she was blowing me,” Derek said. “I let her do it one time, and I came like a mother fucker.”

“Yeah, mine put her pinky in there once,” Wyn said. “I tried to act all straight about it, but that s**t was awesome.”

Derek leaned forward a little, moving our new beer glasses closer, and placing a Kamikazi shooter in front of each of us. As glad as I was for the Kamikazis, I missed his arm around me.

Derek looked at me as if he noticed. Damn it! The looks on my face always showed what I was thinking. Derek smiled and picked up a Kamikazi shooter with each hand. He then brought the arm that had been around me close to my face, pressing the shooter next to my lips. With his other arm he brought a shooter to his own mouth. “Bottoms up!” he said.