Colby (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 3) (10 page)

“You can’t kiss me then,” she said, moving his hand to her waist, pushing aside the fabric of her T-shirt so that he touched her bare skin.

“Fine. I’ll kiss you now.”

His lips claimed hers, fierce and hungry. She gave into the kiss like a starved beggar, deprived of joy for too long. The weight of his muscle against her was enormous, both pushing her down and holding her up. She wanted to tear off his clothes so she could see his muscle for herself, feel it against her as he took her in the desert sand, their moans of pleasure heard beneath the moonlight.

The fireworks began, a warning in the sky above, summoning her back into reality. “I can’t,” she said, pushing his kiss away. It was almost impossible to do.

“Why?” he asked patiently, trying to understand. Knowing she couldn’t resist him a second time, she marched away, back towards the bonfire. He followed. “Don’t walk away from this.”

“From what? A quick screw before you head on to the next rodeo?”

He threw his arms up. “A quick screw can be fun. Dakota, why are you running away?”

She stopped, but she refused to look at him. “It’s complicated.”

Eddie was an outlaw. She understood his need to escape, to be free to roam, live life by his own terms. She understood because she was an outlaw too, but he could never know. No one could ever know, and not just for her own sake. For the sake of her brother too.

Chapter Three

Her room was dim, absent of light. It was how Dakota felt. A life in hiding wasn’t whole. It had no joy. It was freedom, but it wasn’t sanctuary. It wasn’t happiness. There was no light, no matter how bright the sun shone.

“Maybe I should go back home,” she mused to herself, refusing to get out of bed, to face another day on the run. “If I go home, then the next time I meet a man like Eddie, I can kiss him all I want. We can have our fireworks.”

Except she didn’t want a man like Eddie. She wanted Eddie, the real him, not the imitation. She wanted the bear.

“Miss Dakota!” Brianna hollered from the living room, summoning her, too perky for the morning. Miss Dakota was her nickname. She hated it, but she was getting along well with Brianna, so she endured it.

Reluctantly, Dakota managed to roll out of bed and pull a pair of denim shorts on under her red tank top, the same she’d worn the first day at the rodeo, her possessions few.

“I’m awake,” she said, dragging herself out of the room. “Is this a fire drill?”

“You have a package,” Brianna told her, shaking a box excitedly. “It’s from Eddie.”

“Let’s hope it’s not porcelain,” she mumbled. “How early do they deliver here?”

“It’s almost noon,” Brianna revealed, pointing to the clock.

“Noon?” She’d finally gotten her sleep. She felt better, a lot more refreshed than she had sleeping on the bus, but she could have easily gone back to bed for a few hours.

“Chickling, a handsome cowboy has left you a package, and I’m pretty sure it ain’t dynamite. Aren’t ya going to open it?” Brianna asked.

Obliging her, Dakota sat on the couch and pulled open the top of the box. Inside was the blanket with the apples woven into it. Delighted, she lifted the fabric to her cheek. Made of wool, it scratched her, but it smelled wonderful, like summers on the orchard.

“Awe, wasn’t that just sweet of him,” Brianna sang. “You’ve got him hooked like a fish.”

Dakota dropped the blanket, eyeing Brianna carefully. “Why are you being so supportive?” she asked. “Yesterday, you wanted push the entire Tyrell Clan off a mountainside.”

Brianna waved her hand dismissively. “All is forgiven. I got the sponsorship. They called this morning. I sign the papers today.”

“That’s great,” Dakota said. “Congratulations.” She wasn’t the type to throw hugs around, but she was genuinely happy for Brianna.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. Now I can travel more, really get my name out there.” She patted Dakota’s knee. “Let’s go celebrate. There’s a bucket of beers waiting with our name on it.”

“Why does that sound literal?”

“Because it is. There’s a barbeque down at the gorge where a lot of the rodeo folk are camping out. No fans, just the crew.”

Dakota thought of how she’d left things with Eddie, and she curled into a ball on the couch. “Do I have to go?”

“No,” Brianna said. “But I know you want to.”

She smoothed down the corners of the blanket, unable to refuse. “Yeah. I do.”

***

The gorge was an area near the stadium not far from where the bonfire had been the night before. Rocky inclines stood in the distance, past a river that ran through the valley. There was a good distance between the campsite and the river, land covered in tumbleweed and sand, where cacti sprouted in jagged intervals.
 

Full of trailers, the campsite could be mistaken for a Western movie set, the actors sprawled around with cans of beer in their hand while smoke rose from a number of barbeques. While Brianna went to sign the papers for her sponsorship, Dakota walked around, hoping Eddie hadn’t left yet for the next stop on his rodeo tour.

He hadn’t. Near their trailers, the Tyrell Clan played a game of horseshoes. Eddie sat on a log, talking with Jacob as Owen took a shot. A fourth man stood beside them. He resembled Holden, with his dark hair and noble stature.

Colby
, she thought.
That must be Eddie’s cousin
.

Eddie spotted her and called her over. “Come play, darling. We don’t bite, not unless you want us to.”

“I’ve never played before,” she said, joining them.

“Better late than never. I’ll show you.” Jumping up from the log, he grabbed the horseshoes out of Owen’s hand.
 

“I wasn’t finished,” Owen objected, but he winked at Dakota, not a bother on him. “Ladies first,” he said as he moved aside.

Eddie handed her a horseshoe, and he stood behind her, brushing her back as he guided her body how to move. “It’s like a Frisbee,” he instructed. “Just aim for the pole. The pole goes through the hole.”

“It’s nothing like a Frisbee,” Owen uttered nearby. “Eddie is the worst player in the clan. And the worst teacher. Don’t listen to anything he says. Just do what instinct tells you to do.”

With Eddie’s hands on her waist and his musk filling her senses, her instincts told her to turn around and lure him into his trailer for their own game of horseshoe.

“Thank you for the blanket,” she said as she aimed. “And for fixing things with Brianna. I figure you had something to do with the sponsorship.”

“I had nothing to do with it. Brianna earned it on her own. I just made sure it went ahead despite the pigs running amuck.”

“See, you can be gallant. Your brother was right to leave you in charge. You’ve got this.”

“Actually, I’ve got you,” he said, tightening his hold on her waist.

She threw three horseshoes and missed each time, but it was fun. When the last horseshoe flew out of her hand and nearly hit Jacob in the head, a giddiness took hold of her, and she laughed so hard her stomach hurt.

“Arrest her, Colby,” Jacob joked. “She ain’t playing fair.”

She instantly lost her humor. “Arrest me?”

“Colby’s a cop,” Eddie explained.
 

She swallowed, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. “A real one?” she asked, causing the group to burst out laughing.

“I’m a part-time officer, only on duty when we’re back at the ranch in New Mexico,” Colby said. “Don’t worry, I have no jurisdiction here. Jacob will have to take it up with the local police.”

Dakota forced a smile, her heart pounding, realizing just how dangerous a game she was playing. To take the focus off of her, she quickly changed the subject. “Where did Holden go?” she asked.

The group looked around uncomfortably. Running a hand through his hair, Eddie told her. “Shifters around these parts are disappearing. He went to figure out why.”

“What do you mean disappearing?”
 

“One day they’re throwing horseshoes. Then they’re gone.”

Worried, she thought of her friend back home. “Only these parts?”

“That we know of. You thinking of your shifter friends?”

“I only know one. She’s my best friend. Lillian. She’s a wolf.”

Eddie put his arm around her. “I wouldn’t worry. She’s probably safe.”

“She may be safe, but you aren’t,” a man bellowed behind them. It was the fat bookie who had thrown Eddie out of the beer tent the day they met. A gang of thugs accompanied him, brutes carrying chains. “I hope you have a ride to the hospital, because that’s where I’m going to put you.”

He was speaking to Eddie.

Their arrival caused a scene. Others in the campsite stopped what they were doing to watch, statues in the desert sun.

“You know you don’t want to mess with the Tyrell Clan,” Colby said, stepping forward, speaking with the authority of a cop and the audacity of a cowboy. “Be on your way, Girey. We don’t want no trouble.”

Girey sneered. “Trouble is what you’re gonna get. You don’t scare me. I know what you are, and I don’t care. Men rule over the wild. Bears like you should be locked up, especially after your little stunt yesterday. I had money riding on that competition. You cost me, and I expect you to pay up.”

A pair of strong hands pulled her away. It was Brianna. “We gotta go, chickling,” she said. “It’s about to get ugly.”

Dakota didn’t protest. There was nothing she could do to help Eddie. He had his clan for that. She would only be in the way, a liability.

They hurried to Brianna’s truck. As they pulled away, Dakota opened the window and looked back, seeing Girey and his men, and four angry bears.

Chapter Four

A full week had passed since the barbeque. Brianna was gone, out fulfilling the duties of her sponsorship, including numerous press calls, leaving Dakota alone in the apartment. When she had first arrived in West Texas, she would have been delighted to have the space to herself, but Dakota no longer wanted the shadows. She wanted the sun. She wanted Eddie.

She hadn’t heard from him. It worried her. There were too many people in her life she cared about who fell off the radar. First her brother. Now Eddie.

Dakota picked up her burner phone, hoping it would ring though no one knew her number. The one person who understood what she was going through was her brother. He was on the run too, a needle falling through a very large haystack. They’d parted at the bus station back home, deciding it better not to say where they were going, not even to each other.

There was a knock on the door. Thinking of her brother, she stood frozen, afraid the police had found her.

“It’s me, Dakota,” Eddie called, knocking once more. “Open up.”

Sighing with relief, she let him in. “You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” he confirmed, flashing her his sexy smile. “We were arrested, locked away for days, but when witnesses came forward to say the Tyrell Clan was just defending itself, we were released.”

“What about the bookie?”

Eddie shrugged. “Don’t know. Colby is at the station seeing what he can learn. He has friends down there. They’re part of the reason we were allowed to go.”

She wanted to kiss him, but before she got the chance, he swept her towards the door. “Come on, darling. I’ve had enough blues. I need some fun. I’m gonna teach you how to ride a bull.”

“I’m not getting on a bull,” she asserted.

“Relax. It’s a mechanical bull down at the bar. We’ll start there.”

It still sounded horrifying, but she followed him to his black pick-up truck. Twilight masked the town, drawing out the night owls, those who drank and those danced. Dakota was glad she’d gone to a nearby outlet and picked up some new tank tops. She wore a navy blue one, the color dark against the light brown of her eyes.

“Where are we going?” she asked when he took a road that led out of town.

“We have to get you a proper hat. I’ve got a few good ones in my trailer.”

“I don’t wear hats.”

Eddie laughed as he turned towards the campsite. “That’s the problem. It’s not proper.”

“If you think you can turn me into a cowgirl, you’re mistaken. In Nebraska, the only hats we wear are snow hats. Or baseball caps.”

Her eyes went wide as she realized her mistake, but Eddie didn’t call her out on it. Afraid she would reveal too much, she stayed quiet, watching the scenery change as they entered the gorge.

That silence was interrupted when the radio on the dashboard crackled to life. “Eddie, you on the road?” Colby inquired. “I need to talk to you.”

Eddie picked the radio up and pressed a button on the side. “I’m pulling into the campsite now. You there?”

“No. I’m at the police station. I’ll call you later on your phone.”

“Spill the beans,” Eddie urged. “I’m hitting the road again soon. Have some bull riding to do.” He winked at her.

“It’s about Dakota.”

Her throat went dry, and she started to tremble. She wanted to jump out of the truck, but there was nowhere she could go.