The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Road Trip – New York

My collar came off in the morning, but that didn’t stop me from being airtight again. I was starting to enjoy cocks being in all of my fuck holes. God only knew I was having a helluva time when I did.

We had a room service breakfast. I wasn’t a submissive at the moment, but Quinn asked me if I’d answer the door naked when our order arrived. I nodded and although all of the others were dressed, I answered the door buck naked when the server knocked, letting him in. He couldn’t take his eyes off me, and noting the bed torn up and three men and just little ol’ me, quickly figured out what had happened last night, not guessing we’d had two other guests at one point.

What I have started becoming, was surprising to me. I’d abhorred the thought of having to turn to prostitution if I couldn’t find a job, yet here I was, admitting a server into my room, naked as a jaybird, and letting him think I was a fuck toy for three men last night. I still hated the original thought, because prostitutes had little choice in who they fucked if they were paid, but I was pretty much acting like one anyway. The server probably wondered why the men had hired a pregnant prostitute, but hey, everyone had kinks, right?

We checked out at eleven. The day clerk gave Quinn a message, sealed in an envelope. He opened it up and gave it to me to read.

I’m sorry you didn’t call me last night. You looked like you’d be fun. Here’s my number if you’re interested.

“You should call her,” I said. “She could become a pack breeder.”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“You think so?” Quinn asked.

“Susan would have become a pack breeder too, if she weren’t too old to have children,” I replied.

“I think you’re right,” Quinn said, laughing. “I’ll give her a call on the way home.”

Quinn seemed a lot more relaxed, happy, social, than when I’d first met him. Maybe I’d done a second good thing for the pack.

Orrin pulled up in front of the hotel at 11:30 on the dot. We climbed in. I was wearing actual clothes today, and I think Orrin was a little disappointed. Instead of heading home, we headed down to the waterfront.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I want you to meet someone.”

“Who?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

We arrived at the docks, and there was a long pier, with boat slips going off to either side. We walked down to the end of the pier, and there was a young man standing there, looking out over the harbor.

“That’s the one. I want you to have a chat with him.”

“Okay, why?”

“He has a lot in common with your mother. He doesn’t know who his birth parents were.”

“Sasha’s son?”

Quinn nodded, and I kissed him. “Have you told her?” I asked.

“Not yet. I thought you might like to tell her. It’s best he not know at the moment, in case Sasha doesn’t think she should meet him. She doesn’t look much older than he does. He’s twenty-seven.”

She’d been raped twenty-eight years ago, so that tracked. I took Quinn’s hand and we walked up to the man together. He was handsome, as most men or women were who were the result of wolf matings. I could see lots of Sasha’s Amerindian ancestry, as he was darker skinned than most, looking deeply tanned.

“Sean Hagerty,” Quinn called out, and he turned to face us, an expectant look on his face. “Quinn Whelan, the man who called you and asked you to meet out here.”

“You said you might have news about my mother. Is this my sister?”

“No, she’s unrelated to you, but her mother was also adopted and didn’t know who her birth parents were. This is Jessica Huppert. She had some luck tracking down her mother’s father, although her grandmother had died in childbirth. It’s possible she can help you too.”

“Really, that’s great.”

“Sean, I’m very happy to meet you,” I said. “Why don’t we have a seat over here and tell me all about yourself. It might help me to find your mother.”

We sat down on a bench and he told me a lot about himself. We talked for roughly an hour. He was genuinely happy, and told me all about his adoptive parents and siblings, a boy and girl, both younger. He’d graduated from high school and never gone to college. He worked as a charter boat captain. He pointed out his boat. It was a big one, so he seemed to be doing well for himself. He didn’t have a girlfriend, having broken up with his last one roughly two months before. It was mutual, so he wasn’t torn up about it, and he was looking around for someone else.

“Would you consider dating Jessica?” Quinn asked, and I looked at him in shock.

“What, you’re not dating anyone,” Quinn said.

“I’m pregnant. He doesn’t want to get involved with a pregnant woman.”

“She’s a surrogate mother for an infertile couple,” Quinn said. “She’ll be giving up the child when she delivers it. Would that present a problem for you, Sean?”

“I don’t think so. Not if we liked each other.”

“There you go, why don’t you exchange phone numbers. You’ll need ‘s if you find his parents anyway.”

Sean eagerly gave me his, and I gave him mine. “I’m going to take a road trip with some girlfriends doing the same surrogate thing as I am,” I told him. “We’re leaving in a couple of weeks, and we’ll probably be gone a month. I won’t contact you before then unless I find your parents,” I said, “but I’ll call when I get back and see if you’d like to meet.”

“That’s great, Jessica. You’re sweet and I enjoy talking to you. I hope you can find my birth parents.”

“Do you mind if I take your picture?” I asked.

“Not at all.”

I took his photo so I could show it to Sasha. I had no idea how she’d feel about finding out about her son, or what she would do once she knew, but it would be her choice now, not someone else’s. We said our goodbyes and headed back down the pier to the car.

When we returned, Conor and Matt had gotten out, since we’d been gone over an hour, though they’d stuck close, so they’d see us when we came back.

“What was all this about then,” Conor asked.

“We may have found Sasha’s son,” I said. “Can we go straight to the compound?”

Quinn looked pointedly at Orrin. “No, he’ll need to get back to his family. It’s Sunday, after all.”

Of course, Orrin was human. What an idiot. I did call Sasha and told her I’d be coming in a couple hours and asked if she could meet me.

“You know I will, Jessica.”

“I’ll see you then.”

We stopped for some fast food on the way, and after eating, Quinn called Diane and chatted her up. He told her he was sorry for not calling before she got off work, but he’d give her a call in about a week and set up a date. She sounded excited. What was I thinking; of course she did. Who wouldn’t want to have a Greek God in their bed. She already knew she was going to get fucked. She’d offered last night, and he was accepting now.

Dani called while we were on the road. “Tony definitely can’t go on our road trip,” she said. “Do you have any other ideas?”

“Give me a second. I’m putting you on hold.”

I looked at Quinn speculatively. I couldn’t believe what was about to come out of my mouth.

“Can you take off for a month?” I asked.

“Why?”

“To go on our road trip with us? Dani and I can be your submissive sluts on the trip, except when I’m with Gretchen.”

Quinn smiled, and it was a devilish smile, and I wondered what I was getting myself in for.

“Will Lisette still be coming? I think Tony would have a problem with his mate being gone that long without him, and with me.”

“No, I’m sure he would too. I was thinking of Brigitte. She was uncomfortable letting me out of her sight anyway.”

“Brigitte is doable.” They were definitely getting along better.

I took Dani off hold. “Quinn and Brigitte will come instead of Tony and Lisette. There’s just one thing you need to know.”

“What’s that.”

“You and I will be his submissive sluts while we’re on the road.”

Dani laughed. “Carl will get a kick out of that.”

“Will you?”

“I think we’ll both enjoy ourselves,” Dani said. “I wonder what mother will say?”

“Let’s hope she doesn’t want to join us. An elderly couple joined us in our hotel room last night. They enjoyed themselves.”

Dani laughed again. “We have ourselves a plan. I’ll let the others know.”

She hung up, but I wasn’t done. I had one more question. “What nationality is Whelan?”

“Irish.”

“Does it mean something?”

“In Gaelic, it would be ó Faoláin. It means wolf.”

Of course it did. I kissed him, settling against his chest as his arm went around me.