Wet N' Wild (Bayside TIgers (BBW Mail Order Bride Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance Book 3)

Wet N’ Wild

(Bayside Tigers Series)

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By Rachel Real

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Sneak Peak

I
’ve never won anything in my life. But today I won a first class ticket to paradise. Who knew curvy girls could have such luck, huh? Honestly, I can't remember the last time I travelled anywhere. And as a girl in her thirty-something or others... you start to give up on the dream of having a whirl-wind life. But today, I'm making my dreams come true again.

I drove myself nuts trying to wrap my brain about what to pack! Okay, it's not like I have some
giiiiannnttt
wardrobe, but since I've gained a few or more pounds from my job—lots of stuff just wouldn't fit right or at all.

My shapely body isn't exactly bikini ready—unless that means dimples and jiggly thighs...

I'm a little bit of a plain Jane. Okay...I'm boring. I play it safe. I mean geez, I don't even rip the tags off of the mattress. I'm a librarian by day and a homebody at night. The entire staff held a raffle, and I put my name in it that morning not thinking much—but I
won
. All my life, I’ve been holding on to this list of all the crazy things I want to do. Maybe this is my chance to be a little naughty.

Okay, maybe not
that
naughty but you never know.

The thing though is, I've never been to this place.

What's it called?

Oh, right. Bayside.

I slid up the shade on my airplane window, and a wave of bright sunlight blinded my eyes. Bayside just seemed like the sunniest place in the world. I squinted, seeing the endless steely blue waves of crystal clear water. When I won the contest, the email told me that I had to look for a sign held by the hotel driver. I’ve never been in the back of a limo. Let alone chauffeured. When the plane landed, my curvy ass had to shuffle through those narrow aisles.

I sweat puddles. I forced my way through a throng of people and got lost in the terminal before I finally found my way to baggage claim. I wiped my very moist forehead with the back of my hand. Strings of my hair stuck to my face. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw two
very
tall and
very
tantalizing looking men holding a sign with my name on it.

JENNIFER MASON.

Crap on a craker!
God, I've got big oval pit stains. And I panic, feeling my body go numb from worry. If they see me, they'll think I look gross and disgusting.

Just relax, Jenny.
I told myself, trying not to hyperventilate after seeing the mysterious men’s charming—yet toothy—smiles. Just one foot in front the other. Just one foot...

And before I know it, my two left feet trip me up and...

THUD!

"Hey, don't worry. These floors are pretty slick," A low dark voice chuckled in my ear. “Wow, you look even hotter than your profile picture.”

I looked up and my body goes molten. One of the Hunter brothers grabbed my arm while the other carried my luggage.
Profile picture, huh?

Accidentally, I leapt up into his chest. My face flushes red and I tuck some hair behind my ear, like some love-strung school girl.

“Are you guys my ride to the hotel?”

"Uh, yeah. Name's Kai. The boring one—over there..." Kai pointed to his brother. "Well, that's Logan."

Kai Hunter had a sturdy firm grip, broad shoulders and a massive size. His biceps flexed underneath his loose linen shirt. My heart stopped when he lifted his Ray Bans from his eyes and slides it back through his thick dirty blonde hair. He had these eye-catching
wild
bronze-copper eyes.

"Ignore him, he's good at turning up the charm...." Logan Hunter warned with an equally lethal sexy stare. “How was your trip? I bet you’re feeling a little awkward about the whole mating thing later tonight...”

I just nodded dreamily...
wait, mating?

"Where am I staying?" I croaked still taken with how brawny and well-built these brothers were.

Logan nodded. "You're booked at the The Olde Habour Inn. It's ran by pair of brothers from our clan—good guys."

Clan?
I squinted.

That's doesn't sound right.
Don't over think, Jenny.
Just have a good time.

"You cool with meeting up with some of our crew later?" Kai asked with that sun-bronzed surfer voice.

I gulped. "Yeah."

Being around them both made me feel like I was thirteen years old again. As Logan shoved my luggage in the back of the taxi, Kai leaned in deathly close to me. I gazed dumbfounded at his tense eyes. Kai stared at me too with a craving lick of the corner of his mouth.

"There's one catch, where we're going you need to dress up a bit. No worries. By the looks of it, you'd fill out a dress
very
nicely..."

Having been out of the dating game for a while, I was dazed.

Wait, is this hunk actually hitting on me?

My throat constricted with total and utter disbelief. Kai moved back and smiled before ducking low into the car.

Logan shouted. "Everything's packed up. Let's get outta here."

*

I
wore the only dressy outfit I brought—a pair of bedazzled hip-hugging jeans. Which wasn't really dressy at all. More low-scale casual. But the reason I don't buy the fancier stuff is because—well, no one's looking at me. Most of the time I'm roaming aisles of the library with my nose in a good book. Sorta got a
real
bad weakness for shameless steamy romance...

"Ah!
There
she is," Logan announced with a smile stretching across his face. He advanced towards me with a rapid pace. So, fast that my heart hammered in my chest.

A bunch of extremely attractive people stood around. It was hard not to notice.
Are All of these people here for me?
This was a much bigger welcoming than I thought.

Kai urged me to speak to the crowd, guiding me by the small of my back. When we stopped, he encircled me in his deliciously tattooed arms. I don’t know what it was. His cologne. His hair gel Or, his musk. But something about Kai Hunter made me struggle to breathe.

"Say a little something, Jenny." I stumbled up to the microphone.

"Uh-hey, my name is Jenny Mason. And I just wanted to say that this is a dream
come true
."

The crowd standing on the beach applauded. That's when Kai and Logan surprised me, when they stepped up to my sides.

"Tonight is a special night for our weretiger clan. Tonight we have chosen a mate—"

Mate? weretiger? Wuh?

Kai continued. "—who will choose one of us to breed strong healthy cubs. She’s a mail order bride from CurvyStripes.com"

I raised my eyebrow totally bewildered.

No. No. No. This isn't what I signed up for at all...

"As the two Alphas of the Hunter clan, Logan and I will battle to claim Jenny as our mate, bride and our pleasing lover."

The crowd applauded even louder and my body went completely rigid. "Wait!" I tried to shout over the crowd.

What the
HELL
have I gotten myself into?!

A
fter his speech, I grabbed tightly on to Kai's shirt, popping one of his buttons. Kai then leaned down to me. And I’m not sure, but I think he sniffed my hair...

"Everything okay?" he asked cocking his head. He had an earthy cologne, that made being close to him almost addictive.

"
No, no, no
, I think you don’t understand. I won a raffle at the Library. I’m not the girl you think I am."

“You’re fine,” Kai shrugged his broad shoulders. “Just because we’re two alphas who ordered you off the internet, doesn’t mean we won’t woo you—you’ll see.”

That’s not what worried me at all. My mind raced at the thought of having to lie to the Hunters, but if I told them who I really was? Would they just eat me
alive
?

Logan eased between Kai and me and wrapped his heavily muscled arm around my waist. Both of the brothers led me around like they owned me. Like they wanted to mark their territory.

“I think I got this, bro. Let me take Jenny off of your hands...” Logan bellowed with a dark animalistic tone.

Maybe I can just make a run for it. I pondered.

All I kept thinking to myself is...
Fat girls don't run.

“How long do I have to decide between you two?” I asked, swallowing hard.

“You have a week. Most mated pairs happen much faster, but we thought we’d take things slowly,” Logan replied.

Only
seven
days?

Seven days was just as long as my winning vacation. Perhaps if I stick it out, I can get through this craziness, and skip off the island with no one the wiser. Maybe I should just sit tight and see how this whole mail order bride fiasco plays out.

“You will spend the day with me, I’ll show you our clan’s favorite fishing spot,” Logan stood rigid and serious. “You can trust, that if you choose me as your mate, you will never go hungry.”

Well, that’s definitely at least worth some consideration.
I thought.

Jenny, remember these two men—as luscious as they are—are wild feral predators.

“When you’re ready to have some real fun...you’ll know where to find me, ” Kai joked, crossing his tattooed arms.

*

E
verything’s wet.

I thought as I slipped my flip flops off of my feet.

“So, what made you decide to find a... uh ‘mate’ online?” I asked treading carefully over the rocky path as I followed Logan.

“While I cannot speak on the behalf of my brother, I just did not think the tigresses in our clan were ready to settle down and breed.”

“What about you?” he grunted.

I pointed at myself. “You mean, why did
I
make a dating profile on Curvystripes.com?”

Logan tensely nodded.

“Well... well...”
Think, Jenny. Think!
“The options for humans like me, aren’t much to write home about either...” I mumbled, trying not to allow my eyes to scan his body one more time.

Logan furrowed his brow. “Like you?”

“You know...big girls.”

Logan arched his brow. "Believe me you look delicious, and I wouldn't mind getting a bite out of that..." he stopped. "What I mean is, there’s nothing sexier than a woman who’s likes to finish her plate. Especially, if she gnaws on the bone...
so hot.
”

“Uh, yeah...”

Then Logan stopped at a small clearing and pushed back some overgrown leaves. He waved me over.

“Check this out.”

He led me to the bluffs. A raging stream cut through where we stood. Everything around us was so green, lush and alive.

“Now, I’ll just hunt for something to eat,” Logan growled. He didn’t hesitate for a second to kick off his shoes and dip into the water. With one swift motion he pulled his shirt over his head. Carnal thoughts started flooding my brain.
God,
I would just like to run my fingers down those sinewy abs... He stopped short to the middle of the stream, crouching with his hands lowered to the surface of the water.

“Come, catch a fish!” Logan growled commanding me at his side.

I shook my head. “I don’t swim.”

Logan stood fully erect and scowled. “
Don’t swim?
Silly humans. How do you humans survive?”

I’ve been afraid of water since the day my older brother drowned in our pool. I hadn’t stepped one foot in a pool ever since.

I held my arms in close to my chest and stomped my foot, trying to look as intimidating as I could. “I just don’t swim alright. You can’t make me!”

“I
can’t
?” Logan chuckled. Logan strode in my direction and painfully scooped me up in his arms.
God
, help me! These tigers can be brutal bastards. I pummeled Logan’s sun-bronzed shoulders with my fists. Logan groped my hips as he set me down in the water. I panicked and my head was spinning. Seeing the water churn around my ankles made me feel faint like I’d fall over.

“I’m so scared,” I cried, wanting nothing more than to get back on land. I felt miserable, and sick.

Logan drifted his hands up my arms and forced me around to face him. We stare at each other, and my knees tremble at the sight of his smoldering eyes. He hungered to make it known that no matter what, I had no need to be afraid. “You have nothing to fear. As long as I am at your back, you will never drown.”