Desires of the Cowboy Bears (BBW MMF Menage Shapeshifter Romance)

Desires of the Cowboy Bears

BBW MMF Ménage Shifter Erotic Romance

By

Tabitha O’Dell

Copyright 2015 by
Tabitha O’Dell

All rights reserved

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Contents

Desires of
the Cowboy Bears
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Also by
Tabitha O’Dell
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About the
Author
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Two men who were once total strangers were now
spreading kisses all over the curves of my body. Hot and passionate, I was
delirious with pleasure as the two men – no, the two werebears – turned my
nerves into desire as their lips, their hands, and their tongues caressed my
body.

If only two weeks ago someone had told me that this
would happen, I would have laughed in their face. Now I was living it and it
was the greatest thing I’d ever known.

But I never would have guessed we could have ended up
here.

Growing up on a five thousand acre ranch in Texas
doesn’t give a girl many opportunities to meet men. At twenty-two, I spent more
time on horseback than I did much else. My life was the ranch, and as my father’s
only child, there was no doubting it would all be mine one day.

Even though I wasn’t sure I wanted it.

It’s not that I don’t love the ranch or being a
downhome cowgirl, but I missed out on college, I missed out on dating, and I
was still... well... inexperienced with men. It was hard to meet guys when you
lived miles and miles from anyone else, and even if I did know anyone, most
nights I was out keeping watch for the cougars that had been hurting our herd
lately.

On nights I did make it into town to head over to the
local bar – playfully called The Saloon – I didn’t have much luck. Most of the
men were older than my dad, and the rest were either assholes who refused to
talk to me just because I’m curvier than most cowgirls, and the rest were only
after my daddy’s land.

Things all changed when the ranch that bordered ours
was put up for sale. It lasted only three days before it was off the market and
my pop scoffed that it was some city slickers probably hoping to make a quick
buck off the land that had bought it.

His opinion changed when our new neighbors, or as
close to neighbors as we would get out in the wild expanses of Texas, came
rolling in their truck down our lane one afternoon not long after they took possession
of the ranch.

“Doesn’t look like the type of truck a city slicker
would buy,” I told my dad, but he only spit into the dirt. He wouldn’t give the
new owners a pass until they could prove that they could work the land and herd
the cattle.

But when the two men hopped out of the rusty old
truck, my jaw went slack. They weren’t anything like what I expected when I
heard the place had sold. Hell, I was expecting a couple, not two young men who
were easily the hottest guys in the county. They were both tall and muscular –
even through their plaid shirts I could see that – and they both had bright
green eyes that sparkled in the mid-afternoon sun.

While one had hair so dark it was almost black, the
other was a sandy blond. Both had a sight bit of stubble on their jaws, and
both wore their jeans just a little too snug.

If my father hadn’t have mumbled, “Queers,” under his
breath, I might have been at a total loss for words.

“Dad!” I shot at him. I didn’t care that he had grown
up in a decade where that kind of thing was okay, it wasn’t okay now. Not only
that, but I was really, really hoping the two guys weren’t gay. They might be
my only chance to actually meet someone and try to date.

“Sorry,” he grumbled and he put on a smile as he
approached our new neighbors.

“Howdy!” the one with the dark hair called as he
meandered over to us. “You must be the Wilsons.”

“That we are,” my dad said as he shook the man’s hand.
“My name’s William, but everyone ‘round here calls me Buck. This here is my
daughter, Amelia.”

“You can call me Amy,” I told them.

“I reckon I’ll do just that,” he said. “My name’s
Hudson, Hudson Turner, and this here is my business associate, Flynn Hill.”

“Pleasure,” the sandy blond said as he tipped his hat,
and I breathed a sigh of relief. Business associate was good, business
associate meant not lovers. Meant that hopefully they were straight. They
wouldn’t be the only ones who went in on a ranch together. Ranching is hard
work and costly. Doing it on your own isn’t for many folks.

“We’re just getting settled in,” Flynn told us. “Old
Mr. MacGucket sold us the herd along with the land, so we’ve been focused on
making sure we’ve got our ducks in a row, so to speak.”

“Anything we should know about the area?” Hudson
asked.

“Well, it’s not the kind of place that welcomes city
slickers easily,” my dad said, giving them the hard sell.

“Good thing neither of us are,” Flynn chuckled. “I’m
sixth generation, and Hudson’s fifth. We’re both third sons, which meant when
it came to passing on the family homestead, we were both third in line. We
figured we might be better off going in together and buying a place of our own
to ranch. We’ve got three thousand acres out there, which is about what we were
both raised with.”

“Only thing is that we’re both from Nebraska,” Hudson
told us. “So we don’t know the lay of the land. Things to be cautious of. If
you could help us out, well, that’d be mighty kind of you.”

“Oh, well, yes,” my dad grumbled as he kicked at the
dirt.

It wasn’t that my father is an asshole, but he has
never taken too kindly to strangers and them proving him wrong at every turn
was hurting his pride. I could see where this was going and I put a stop to it.

“Watch out for the groundhogs,” I told them. “But you
probably know about that. Honestly, the biggest issue we’ve had lately is
cougars.”

“Cougars?” the men asked in unison.

“Yeah, mean old bastards,” I said. “I can’t blame ‘em,
drought killed off a lot of the wild critters they’re used to eating. We’ve
lost a few head ‘a cow the last couple months to them, though. Just be careful
and don’t let them get the drop on you.”

“Thanks for the warning, ma’am,” Hudson said, and I
blushed at that. No one ever called me ma’am. I usually got ‘Little Lady’ from
my dad’s friends. I was an adult, but no one saw me that way. Hudson did,
though, and I hoped Flynn did too.

“We best get back to the ranch,” Flynn said. “But it
was a pleasure meeting you.”

“You too,” I told them. “And if you need a hand, just
call. Hopefully MacGucket left the local numbers by the phone.”

“That he did,” Flynn said. “And I’m sure we’ll need to
ask for a hand sooner than later.”

That hand came more sooner than later, and I lit up
when I heard Hudson’s dark, silky voice on the phone. “Hi, is this Amy?” he
asked and I almost giggled instead of replying.

“Yes,” I told him, hoping he needed me to come over
for something. Anything.

“We’re a bit short handed right now,” Hudson said. “We’re
looking to hire some hands, but at the moment it’s just Flynn and me. Would you
mind coming over and helping us do a little inventory on the herd?”

“Sure!” I told him, and was out the door before I
could even think of telling my dad where I was going.

Not that it mattered. He was out on the range with a
few of the new hands we’d hired on, showing them the ropes. I could probably
head the few miles down the road and help the out and return before he even
knew I was gone.

The ride to the MacGucket Ranch, or maybe they’d rename
it, was nearly twenty minutes in the old Ford, but I was excited the whole way.
I’d been down there hundreds of times to help out, but this was the first time
I actually wanted to head over there.

Flynn and Hudson were sitting on the front porch of the
homestead as I pulled up and I offered a wave as I hopped out of the truck.
They looked even better than I remembered and I prayed I didn’t say anything stupid
as I walked over to them, but they got down to business right away.

“We’ve got a horse saddled for you,” Flynn said as we
walked toward the stable. “We brought a few of our own from Nebraska, and we
have a few from MacGucket. I hope you don’t mind we picked one for you.”

“It’s okay,” I told them. “Animals tend to like me.”

“I can believe that,” Hudson said. It was innocent
enough, but for some reason his words sent a chill down my spine. He was so hot
and just about anything he said would probably get me excited though.

With our horses under us, I followed the two men out
into the open summer air and we brought our horses to a trot. There was a lot
of ground to cover and my job was to keep the cows in some semblance of a herd
while the two men took stock of what they’d purchased.

We checked for lame animals, for any injuries, and
with my warning about the cougars, any sign that they might have been in the
area.

“Over there,” I said as I pointed at an old tree near
the fence that divided our properties.

Bringing our horses toward the tree, we got a better
look at the damage. Something had run its claws all over the stump and shredded
the side of it to ribbons.

“Damn,” I mumbled. The claw marks looked bigger than I
thought a cougar’s could, but I’d seen the big cats out at night. It had to be
what did it.

“Well then,” Flynn said as he looked to Hudson and
then back to the tree.

“I’ll say,” was all Hudson offered and I looked at
both men to try to figure out what was going on. They didn’t say anything, not
specifically, but something about their reaction put me on edge.

“I think we’ve had enough work for a bit,” Flynn said,
changing the subject as he turned the horse back toward home. “How about we
head back for a beer and some lunch?”

“I’m down with that,” Hudson agreed, but all I could
manage was a nod. Something about their reactions caught me off guard and I
wasn’t sure what to say about it.

By time we got back to the house, though, I was
starting to realize I was just over reacting. They men probably just didn’t
want to scare me by worrying about the big cats in the area and when we all sat
down for some sandwiches and beers, I let myself relax and enjoy their company.

“You have any siblings?” Flynn asked me as he sipped
his beer.

“Nah,” I told them. “It’s just me and my dad, along
with the hands, of course. My ma passed away when I was ten, and it’s just been
dad and me ever since.”

“That’s too bad,” Hudson said. “About your mom, I
mean.”

“I get’cha,” I assured him. “And it was tough at
first. The hardest part bout the whole thing is being so far from everyone
else. I love the ranch, but it’s really tough to meet new people when you’re
miles and miles from civilization.”

“I guess it’s good you got new neighbors,” Flynn joked
and my stomach leapt into my throat. It
was
good I had new neighbors,
but I didn’t expect them to think that. I thought they were being polite, but
that comment was downright flirty and I didn’t know how to respond.

“Yeah,” I agreed as I sipped more of my beer. And then
more. “Really good.”

God, I hated that I was so nervous around the two
guys. I really hated it. They were so nice and I honestly thought they were
flirting with me, but I didn’t know how to respond. I was at a completely loss
and I chugged back my beer.

“I should probably head back,” I told them. “Unless
you need more help.”

The two men looked at me and then each other, but they
gave me a nod and Flynn said, “No, it’s cool. Thanks for all your help. Can we
call again in the future?”

“Um, sure,” I said as I made for the truck. If only I’d
had more experience flirting, I might be able to handle myself, but I was so
inexperienced, so nervous, that I was almost running by time I got back to the
vehicle.

In my rush to escape my own awkwardness, I spun the
tires in the dirt and raced down their lane toward the road. The whole way home
I cursed myself for being so nervous, but I had an excuse. A damn good one. I
never had two men show any interest in me like that, and now that I had, I had
no clue what to do with it.

At least I’d been right about one thing, I was home
long before my father got back to the house and he never noticed I was gone.
Especially when there was a home cooked meal on the table waiting for him and
the men he’d been working with.

Ranch hands had come and gone over the years and once
in a while my dad would encourage me to date one of them, but I never wanted
to. They had always been after one thing – the ranch, and I was just a way to
get to that. Sure, I’d tried, but most of the guys who weren’t after the ranch
were after some skinny little cowgirl and I wasn’t that, either.

But now that I’d found two men who might actually be
interested in the real me and I’d acted like an idiot at the first sign of
flirting. I’d run home like some child and I just had to hope that I hadn’t
ruined my chances.

My worrying kept me up all night, at least at first.
By time midnight rolled around, the noises coming from outside had me more
worried than anything.

The cougars were usually quiet, at least until they started
scrapping. One night I’d seen two of them at it, scrapping over one of the cows
they’d killed, but tonight the noises were different. The cats sounded scared
and I could only hope it was because one of the hands out on patrol had
actually tagged one of the beasts.

Morning came too early, but when I walked into the
kitchen, my father had a sour look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Damn animals,” he muttered as he dug into his
oatmeal. “If the cougars weren’t enough, last night Jose spotted two bears near
the property line. Big sons of bitches at that. First we have the cats, now we
have bears to add to the damn mix.”

“Crap,” I muttered. That was the last thing we needed
added to the menagerie of predators that were stalking our herd.

“I hope you don’t mind going out tonight and seeing if
you can’t keep an eye on things,” my dad said. “I need a night off and no one
is a better shot than you.”

“No problem, dad,” I assured him while I got my own
breakfast. I wasn’t a huge fan of killing the animals, but each one of our cows
that some cat or bear killed was money out of our pockets. It was them or us,
and hopefully if we actually nailed one of them, the rest would get spooked
enough to stay away.