A Girl's Best Friend: An Erotic Shapeshifter Paranormal Romance by Cara B. Connor Page B

her passionately and pulled her to him. The sharp pain of his shaft penetrating her was worth it but no sooner had he got as deep as he could go she heard her father’s car turn into the driveway and a horn blow. The neighbor’s dog began to yap, severing the moment.
    Logan pulled out. Looking down at her he fondled himself a little, wishing he could have finished.
    “Looks like we’ll have to take this up later,” he said, embarrassed about the whole experience.
Pamela said nothing. She looked up at Logan with lovelorn eyes, letting her nakedness show but she was mortified about the whole act. This was definitely not what she had envisioned all this time whenever she had daydreamed about Logan. Already she was missing her virginity, but she knew in time that would pass.
    Logan quickly got dressed and left her alone in her bedroom slipping out the bedroom window. She stood there alone and dressed herself, readying herself for the screaming match she was sure to have when her father entered the house.

Chapter 3
    Logan left her house unseen and was at his favorite bar in less than 10 minutes.  He wound his car window up and got out, swinging his keychain behind him as he slammed the door shut and locked the car. He made it to the pub just before the supper crowd hit, looked about the room and then saw a friend. Hell, he knew these old walls better than his own living room. A smiling Thomas waved him over from the far corner.
    “Hey Logan! C’mon over. Have a seat. Hey, what’s wrong? Having girl problems again?” Thomas asked his friend.
    “Yeah… just Pamela, she’s crying about her dad again.”
    “Man, I feel sorry for girls like that.” Thomas agreed, his black hair groomed neatly. “Guys like her father… they should just be locked up for life.”
    Logan countered, “I get that it’s horrible for her, you know. But she’s just always at my place… and always complaining. I’m so tired of it, you know. Sometimes though, I just wish she would make her problems somebody else’s. I don’t want to be her therapist. Plus, she gets clingy.”
    “Clingy?” Thomas said, confused and a bit surprised. “She doesn’t seem like the clingy type to me?”
    “Trust me, she is.” Logan said in his typical, confident manner… arrogant and pretty quick to judge too. “You don’t know her that well,”
    “And you do?” Thomas asked his friend, his dark eyes watching him closely.
    Logan looked at Thomas confused, but his friend changed the topic, and soon it was forgotten amidst the talk of sports teams, jobs, friends and girls. Later when he got home, the house was empty, and he felt relieved.
    He opened the fridge, looking for something to snack on, and just as he punched the buttons to warm up a microwave meal, the doorbell rang. A short while later his mother came into the kitchen with a pale faced Pamela shuffling along right behind her. Logan groaned inwardly. Not again, he thought to himself, I’ve already saw her once today.
    “Pamela,” he said to her, sounding a lot more cheerful than he felt.
    When she started instantly crying he saw the overnight bag on the floor next to her and he fought the urge to roll his eyes. Not again?!
    They went upstairs and sat in his room, with her curled up on the couch by the window, him lying stretched out on his bed. Pamela ran away from home because things got worse for her than usual. She told him how her father had been drunker than he usually was by the time he’d gotten home today and how he started yelling at her for not having supper ready even though it had been way too early.
    Through tears she explained that even though he’d never hit her before, the way he did her mom, she was still scared of how aggressive he could be, and shock and fear had racked her body when he’d backhanded her today. Now the thing she had feared for all these years had come true.
    Pam was unsure what to do, scared of what would happen to her but not wanting to go back home