Riding Me Bear: (BBW Biker Mail Order Bride Group Shape Shifter Paranormal Romance) (Shifty Singles Book 5) (3 page)

He pulled away and stood, leaving my ass slobbery with spit. His cock was next up for the privilege of fucking my asshole.  He pushed the head in hard and without ceremony.  It popped right past my sphincter and rested there a moment while I relaxed around it. It was a tall order, what with the other dick sawing in and out of my pussy at the same time.

He began to fuck my ass slowly, filling me up bit by bit, gaining more ground—so to speak—on each of the other cock’s withdrawals.  In no time at all, he was balls-deep in my ass. Suddenly, I was completely full of cock.

They fucked me hard and fast with raw animalistic fervor. I raged back against them, fucking furiously as Zac stood back, a grin on his lips. My body writhed around them, twisting hips in time to the thrusts so I could take the full force of the cocks working me from all sides.

I wanted their cum—all their cum—deep inside me, filling me up, like a perverse souvenir from my most unbelievable day.  The sheer erotic power of the moment overwhelmed me and the last orgasm of the day began its rise, filling me up like the armies of a great empire marching to the battlefield, powder ready, cannons lit.

First the man in my mouth came, jerking as I squeezed his balls and shooting his cum straight down my gullet. Then the man in my pussy in time with the one in my ass. All three, pumping their hot, sticky seed into my very core—I erupted at this, every muscle clamping down, every hair raised, every nerve vibrating like a blade of grass in a gale storm breeze.

And then it was over. The men parted. All that was left was Zac. And that was perfect.

Zac scooped me up in his arms and held me tight against him as he carried me to our room. The room where we went on to spend every night, with love and lust. The room where our love—despite all of my misgivings and surprise—flourished. Every day, something new, something wonderful, something powerful to remind me of his love and the powerful, eternal bond between us.

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BEAR TO HIS GAZE

The forest fell silent as the two bears, towering above me, squared off. It seemed as if my heart had stopped and yet even so I could hear the blood rushing through my head.

There were clothes in shredded tatters around them and they stepped through the mud on their broad feet, encircling each other and moving away from where I stood.

Then they attacked—falling forward onto all fours they rushed at each other, shoulders clashing and teeth gnashing. Their roars spilt the silence and sent the birds scattering into the sky like confetti—leaves fell from the forest canopy like tickertape.

As I watched this display of raw animal power I felt a familiar tingle travel from the back of neck through my stomach to the warming space between my legs. I was growing damp watching these two bears fighting.

A healthy young lady growing damp at the sight of, apparently, two animals fighting is only the second strangest thing you’ll come to understand about this situation. And once I tell you the whole thing, you won’t think it’s quite so strange—you might even share my rush of arousal.

But for you to understand that, you’d need to understand how I got here in the first place—how I ended up with two bears fighting for my flesh.

“Ah! Ana, is that you?” My eyes locked onto the man from whom the voice had come. I was immediately entranced. It was as if the warming fireplaces in the room had sapped all the moisture and I was left gasping.

When I first arrived at Mountain Bear Lodge, I was awed by the imposing entrance—tall, glass doors set into the broad, all-wood façade of the lodge, almost the size of a city block. Or so it seemed at least, nestled as it was in the pines of the forest, on a large plateau against the slope of a sharply rising mountain.

I pushed one heavy door open and was met by the happy news that I was not going to be in charge of the heating—the heat inside was welcoming.

The walls were adorned by elk hides and deer heads, and on the floor was the pelt of a wolf made into a carpet. The yawning lobby entrance held the room with the breadth and severity of an ancient cathedral made of dark red wood, all but glowing in the early morning sun.

In front of me were two sets of sweeping staircases, with a fire set between. A man began to descend the stairs in front of me to my left.

In the giant space, enough to make anyone seem small, this man fit right in. He filled the room with his natural size and his preternatural presence. His face was aglow with a broad smile and framed by thick, curling locks that reached down to his shoulders. His chest was magnificently broad and pulled at the feeble buttons on his dark, plaid shirt, chest hair pouring out where the top two buttons were undone.

His jeans were tight around the thighs and waist, and accentuated the broadness of his chest, and the tree-trunk-like stature of his legs. And tucked along the inside of his thigh was something that couldn’t possibly be…but must’ve been…something massive.

“I’m glad you made it alright,” said the incredible masterpiece of a man. He stepped off the stairs and greeted me with a firm handshake. “I’m Blake—we spoke on Skype. Drake will be down in a bit.”

The image on the video chat had been a bit blurry. I’d had no idea the sort of man I was getting ready to meet. And I’d certainly never imagined him. If his brother was half as attractive as he was, then I’d certainly be in trouble.

I was set to spend the next several months up here in this lonely mountain lodge. The first two weeks I’d be alone with these brothers, helping set up before the first guests arrived.

“Hi! Yeah, I’m Ana,” I said stupidly. “Uh, glad to be here.”

He smiled at me. “I know, this place is imposing, isn’t it? You’ll get used to it,” he said reassuringly as he reached out to the giant suitcase I was trailing and plucked it from the ground like a purse. “Let’s get you squared away with your room and then we’ll get started. There’s a lot of ground to cover before the season starts.”

Blake led me up the stairs, then through a door, up a set of spiral staircases that bypassed the third and fourth floors, to the helps’ rooms at the top. He put my suitcase down on the bed lightly and asked if I needed anything.

“Not a thing,” I said, though it almost crossed my mind to ask him to grab some coffee and stay a while. In that small room, with his imposing form bearing down on me, I couldn't help wanting him to take me right then and there.

“Unpack your things and meet us down on the second floor when you’re done,” he said. “You’ll be able to hear where we are down the hall. Take your time.”

Then he left, closing the door quietly behind him. I stood over my bed and began pulling my clothes out and laying them into the dresser drawers with care. As soon as I was done I went over to the mirror, fixed my hair, and headed out.

As I pulled open the door I didn’t even notice the person in front of me. He filled the frame of the door so completely that I couldn’t wrap my head around it. When I tried to move forward and bumped into his burly chest I gave a start and stumbled back.

“Where the hell have you been?” The man’s voice boomed terrifyingly.

I backed up against the bed, putting out a hand behind me to steady myself. I took in his full form as he bent down to tuck his head under the doorframe and entered the room. “You…uh, you must be Drake,” I said. “Uh, your brother said I could put my things away before I came down.”

“He said you could put your things away, not spend forever up here,” he said, the air practically shimmering from his voluminous voice. “Don’t think you can waste our time, or our money, little miss.”

“I-I’m sorry. I was just…”

“What is this,” he said, stepping across the room in less than two strides, pointing to my empty suitcase.

“I brought my things in it,” I said. “Why?”

“Where did you buy this?”

“I don’t remember,” I said, shrugging. “Target? Macy’s? It was probably on sale.”

He looked at me like I was a particularly disagreeable slug. “Sale?” He scoffed. “I keep telling Blake to stop hiring these goddamn charity cases.”

“I’m not a charity case,” I protested. “I happen to like that suitcase! What the hell is this about anyway?”

Drake stepped right up to me, towering over me and sending a tingle of…something down my spine. I’m not sure—it might have been fear, but knowing what I know now, it was probably lust. “Do not ever speak to me like that again, or I’ll have you out on your ass. And I’ll need to come up with some story for you. Can’t have the customers thinking you’re poor.”

“You’re a real asshole, you know,” I snapped back. “I don’t think Blake would like the way
you’re
talking to
me
.”

Oh yeah, now his face was red. “Get downstairs
now
. We need to show you what you’ll be doing.”

He spun around and left, slamming the door as he went. All I wanted to do at that point was take my sweet ol’ time, but that wouldn’t be fair to the other brother. At least I knew who I’d be avoiding in the future.

When I got downstairs, I could hear a small radio playing from one of the rooms and made my way over. It was just Blake in the room, thank goodness.

“Hey, so, I hear that you’ve met Drake already,” he said, grinning.

“Uh, yeah, it was…quite the introduction,” I said, stepping into the room with my hands in my jeans pockets.

“I guess you put him in his place,” said Blake, laughing. “He told me he was going for a walk. Don’t mind him.”

“What was up with that anyway?”

“He’s just a bit high strung,” Blake explained. “He likes things a certain way. We used to be investment guys on Wall Street—real big shots. But we made our money and got out of the game, bought this place. Most of our guests are old clients, so it’s rather upscale.  And Drake likes to worry about those things. He’s a bit pretentious. You’ll fit in just fine, though.”

“When does the rest of the help arrive?”

“Not until the day we open,” he said. “You’re the only one to help us set up.”

“Stuck in the mountains with you guys for two weeks, eh?”

He flashed me a toothy smile—Jesus, I hadn’t noticed those canines before. That familiar tingle raced down my spine and gripped me. “Ah, come on, it’s not that bad.”

“Didn’t say it was,” I said with a wink. “I’m looking forward to winning him over.”

“Hah! Good luck!”

After that, Blake set to showing me how the rooms were supposed to be set up and how to arrange everything. He told me it would take the larger part of the three days to finish the whole lodge.

I started in right away. Blake left me the radio to listen to and I set to arranging each of the rooms with meticulous care.

It was getting dark and I’d made it through nine rooms and was on my tenth when I heard the unmistakable sound of Drake coming up the stairs. Somehow, I’d met the guy just once, and just for a minute, but I could rarely be more certain of anything as I was that it was
his
feet pounding up to the landing and moving swiftly down the hallway.

He burst into the room just as I was setting out a box of tissues on the nightstand. “Alright, let’s see how the little smart-ass is doing.” He stood there with his arms folded over his broad chest as he surveyed the room, looking like a cross between Hugh Jackman and Bluto.

“Does it meet your specifications, your majesty?” Since Blake had given me the pep-talk I felt somewhat safe ribbing Drake.

His eyes narrowed on me and he stormed over to me, pointing at the bed sheets. “What the
fuck
is this?”

I cocked an eyebrow at him. I seriously had no idea what he was on about. “What? I made the bed.” I looked at it. Seemed fine to me. “What’s the problem?”

“The wrinkle,” he said. “The sheet isn’t flat.”

“I don’t see anything, and I doubt any one could see anything.” I went back to arranging the nightstand.

Suddenly, there was a hand on the back of my head, turning me and forcing my face down to the mattress. “Do you see
that
?” His face was close to mine, speaking low and clear.

I had fallen to my hands on the bed, and Drake had a knee up on it with me. I could feel the heat of his body on me and the controlling force of his powerful hand. This time I was certain—it was arousal that was flooding my senses. I’d
never
been handled like that before. I’m not the smallest girl in the world, and no man other than this beast would have been able to do that to me, even if they’d dared.

“Get the hell off of me, you creep,” I snarled at him. Hot or not, a lady’s gotta have standards of respect.

He pushed me over so that I was on my back as he held himself over me. His right leg was pressed against mine and I could feel the outline of his thick manhood pressing against me. He leaned in, bringing his nose close to mine. For the first time I could look directly into his hazel eyes. I sensed some sort of conflict in his eyes. “Wait here.”

He pushed off of the bed and moved swiftly out of the room. It was remarkable the grace a man of his size and brutishness could have. I heard him in the other rooms and my heart sank.

When he came back his arms were full of white sheets, crumpled in a ball in his arms. “You’ll start from the beginning and this time you’ll get it right,” he said, tossing the sheets at the foot of the bed. He stepped back over to me, where I was still sitting on the edge, bringing his face unnecessarily close to mine again. “Is that understood?”

He reached underneath me, his hands brushing my ass and grabbing the sheets, yanking up and tearing them off the bed in one swoop, spinning me violently in the process. “Hey, what the fuck!?” I regained my balance and looked at him intensely, sizing him up. “You know, I bet you’re just an asshole to cover up the fact that you’re a big ol’ teddy bear on the inside, aren’t ya?” I grinned mischievously and reached out my fingertips and dug them into his ribs, wiggling them back and forth.

His face was dead cold. “What did you just say?”

“You’re like a big ol’ teddy bear?” He didn’t move. He didn’t react. Just stared down at me. I couldn’t quite figure out what his face was trying to say. Something changed behind his eyes. “You okay? It was just a joke.”

He stepped away from me. “Get back to work.”

And then I was alone.

It occurred to me that as soon as he left the room I might burst into tears, but I held it together. I was a bit of a mess in my head, though. I was running through such a rush of emotions all at once. Fear, anger, lust…all balled together and burning from my brain right down to my nether parts. I hadn’t even been there one full day and already I was getting put through the ringer. I wasn’t entirely certain that I could make it through two weeks of this until they opened, much less through the whole season, when Drake was certain to be even more uptight about the patrons’ supposed perceptions and needs.

I brought the sheets back to each of the rooms and started over. I’d only made it through the third room for the second time when Blake came to check up on me.

“Hey, how’s it going,” he said, knocking on the door and poking his head in. “I thought you might have been further along by now…”