The Grisly Grizzlies: Tito and Ronin (The Grizzly Bear Shifters of Redemption Creek Book 4)

by Kim Fox

  They both smile at us as I turn back to Zoe.

  “Who was that?” the woman whispers.

  “I don’t know,” the man answers.

  “Michael and Linda,” I say to Zoe who’s grinning with excitement. “Let’s go find our seats!”

  Seven

  Zoe

  Talk about a turnaround. Tito turned the most disastrous date possible around to one of the best I’ve ever had.

  I know I’m going to be sick to my stomach trying to choose between the two brothers tomorrow, but tonight I’m just enjoying the fun date and enjoying the tremendous show that Tito is putting on. We’ve just finished the amazing vegetarian dinner and now Tito (aka Benjamin Parker) is captivating the table with a story.

  The whole table is leaning forward and listening to his every word as he tells the story about how he bet ten million dollars on red at a roulette table at a Vegas casino. Apparently, Benjamin Parker is quite rich.

  “My heart stopped as the ball bounced from black to red, black to red.” Everyone is holding their breath as they listen. He’s dragging the tense moment out, making them suffer.

  “Did you win?” Hugo, the man with the bushy eyebrows and tie-dye shirt asks.

  Tito smiles at him. “The ball slid into the black slot. I still remember it like it was yesterday. My stomach hardened when I saw the number. Black nine.”

  The table gasps. “You lost?” a woman—Gena or Geenie or something like that—asks.

  Tito turns to her, teasing out the suspense. “I don’t know if it was a miracle, or a guardian angel, or maybe a tremor of an earthquake, but that tiny little white ball suddenly jumped once again, and landed on the right spot. Red twenty-seven.”

  Everyone gasps. “You won?” Hugo asks, looking amazed.

  Tito, I mean Benjamin, nods. “I won.”

  “Wow,” Marsha says. “Ten million dollars. You are full of luck.”

  “You are full of something,” I whisper as I look up at him. He gives me a little wink.

  It’s such a simple thing, but it makes my whole body stir. This guy definitely has an effect on me. Even when he was failing tragically, I was still getting turned on with every grin, smirk, and touch.

  “That’s what I love about my man,” I say as I place my hand on his. “His twenty million dollars.”

  Everyone laughs at my joke while I move a little closer to him, wanting to erase all distance between us.

  After the speeches and a lot more wine, we’re both on the dance floor, in the middle of all the action. I love to dance, but it’s been so long since I’ve done it. Too long.

  The DJ is playing all of the old classics that gets everyone from the senior citizens to the little kiddos jumping up and racing to the dance floor. Marvin Gaye, Micheal Jackson, Bon Jovi, and even The Village People make an appearance.

  When the music finally calms to a slow song, I’m drunk with wine, laughter, and desire. This has been one of the funnest nights of my life.

  “Would you like to dance?” Tito asks, offering his hand.

  “As Elizabeth or Zoe?”

  He leans in close and I get a whiff of his delicious cologne. “I prefer Zoe if she’s still in there.”

  “She is,” I whisper back.

  The tinkling keys of the piano ring through the hall as Etta James’ At Last starts playing.

  I adore this song and as Tito’s strong arms wrap around me in the middle of the dance floor, it feels like I finally found my guy at last too.

  He holds me tight, and all of the other guests dancing around us seem to drift away, leaving just the two of us in this perfect moment.

  “Thanks for giving me another strike,” he whispers as I slide my hand up his hard bicep.

  I swallow hard as I look up at his gorgeous face and feel my breath quicken. “I think you just hit a home run.”

  He smiles as he holds me a little tighter. “Benjamin or Tito?”

  “Tito,” I whisper.

  “But Benjamin is uber rich.”

  I laugh. “I’ll still take Tito.”

  He smiles as I lay my cheek on his hard chest and breathe in and out, just enjoying the moment while it lasts.

  It’s over too soon—damn those old songs that are only two minutes long—and the music picks back up with Kenny Loggin’s Footloose.

  We’re kicking up our Sunday shoes when the bride runs to the edge of the dance floor to throw her bouquet. She tosses it into the air and it lands right in my hands.

  Everyone cheers as I hold it up and then high five the bride.

  “Who was that?” I hear her say as I run back to Tito. I’m too tipsy to be worried anymore. I jump into his arms and he spins me around as our lips come dangerously close together.

  He’s squeezing me against his hard body, lifting me up like I’m weightless, and damn the consequences, but I have to kiss him.

  Our lips come together and I moan as he takes my mouth in a firm kiss. His kiss suits him. Bold and shameless. It leaves my head spinning and my body swirling with the need for more.

  We’ve done a lot of inappropriate things at this wedding, so what’s one more?

  I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him off the dance floor as the need to have him inside me grows and grows until it’s a beast I can’t contain.

  “Where are we going?” he asks.

  I turn and kiss him hard on the lips. He groans into my mouth as I slide my fingers through his dirty blond hair.

  We’re both breathing hard when I finally pull away.

  “Janitor closet. Now.”

  Tito pushes me up against the wall and slides his hands up my dress, grabbing my panties with two firm hands.

  The door of the janitor closet closes behind him as our lips collide in a messy, passionate kiss. My heart is beating so fast. It’s been so long since I’ve had a man attack me like this, and I’m loving every second of it.

  He rips his lips from mine and I let out a gasp as he kisses my neck and tugs my panties down my legs. I’m so wet.

  I don’t know what’s come over me. I’ve never had sex in public before. I’ve never even had sex on a first date.

  But there’s something about his smirk, or the way he was holding me so close when we were dancing, or the way he turned the worst date ever around to be one of the best dates ever, or maybe it’s all of the above.

  My pussy tingles as my panties slide down my legs, wrapping around my ankles like lacy handcuffs.

  Tito’s hands move up to my breasts, squeezing and cupping them as he kisses my chest in a frenzy. My nipples are achingly hard. I want to feel his lips and tongue on them.

  He grabs the front of my dress and with a firm tug, he pops my breasts out and is on them at once, licking and sucking every inch of them while I slide my fingers through his hair.

  I gasp with desire as he rolls his tongue around my aching little nub, first one then the other.

  He smells so good. He smells like the forest and the sun and paint thinner—okay, maybe that last one is courtesy of the janitor closet.

  It’s dark inside the tiny closet under the stairs and I can barely see a thing, which makes each touch that much more intense.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groan when I feel his hard cock press against my thigh. He’s so thick and long. My hand darts there immediately, stroking his hard length through his shorts.

  He groans against my breasts and then disappears. I’m leaning against the wall, panting as I hear a belt buckle opening.

  His lips are the first thing to touch me as he leans in for a deep kiss, and I wonder how he knew where my mouth was. I can’t see a thing.

  It must be a shifter thing.

  I’m wondering if he can actually see in the dark when he grabs my wrists, pulls them over my head, and pins them to the wall. My thoughts vanish. I’m consumed with lust once again as he runs his other hand down the curve of my body until he reaches my hip.

  Heat is searing through me with every touch. I’m practically delirious
from my head to my toes as his strong hand slides under my dress.

  My pussy is throbbing with heat. Arousal has taken over, pumping through my veins like a drug. I can’t think about anything but his hand that’s slowly sliding along my thigh, so close, so fucking close.

  A deep gasp rips from my lips when his hand slides over my pussy. My heart is hammering in my chest, my breath caught in my throat. He squeezes my wrists even tighter as his other hand glides between my soaking wet folds.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he growls in my ear, making me shiver. “You ready for more?”

  Oh, God, what’s this guy doing to me? My legs are trembling. I feel like I’m drunk with lust.

  “Yes,” I gasp. “Give me more. Please.”

  I’m begging like a sex crazed slut.

  This moment is almost perfect.

  If Ronin was here too it would be perfect.

  I don’t know where that thought came from, but I know that it’s true. This moment would be even better if Ronin was with us.

  I’ve never even fantasized about being with two guys before, but for some reason, I can’t get him out of my head now.

  “This is what you get for now,” Tito says in a deep throaty voice as he slides a finger inside me. My whole body explodes into shivers as he presses his palm against my aching clit.

  I spread my legs as far apart as my panties will allow as he adds another finger and pushes deeper inside me.

  I’m writhing at every movement of his hand, every flick of his fingers, every press of his palm. Little moans are falling from my lips at a faster and faster pace.

  “I like you, Zoe.” His voice is rich and deep, right beside my ear. “And there’s nothing I want more than to take out my big dick and slide it into this wet little pussy.”

  My body convulses and I let out a gasp at hearing the sexy words on his lips. His hot breath is teasing my skin.

  “But I won’t fuck you without my brother here. Twin shifters always share a mate, and I think you’re the one for us. I think you’re going to be our mate.”

  His words stun me. I’ll be the mate of two shifters?

  “Would you like that?” he growls. “Having two big cocks all for yourself.”

  I swallow hard as I nod my head up and down. I can’t find any words to answer him.

  Having both of them. Ronin and Tito. It wouldn’t get better than that. Four hands on my body, two lips on my skin, two cocks in my… okay, let’s not get carried away. One at a time, please.

  “Next time, we’ll bring my brother.” His lips are hovering over my neck, teasing me, killing me. God, I want him so bad. I want both of them so bad.

  “Okay,” I gasp, already wishing Ronin was here. “I want you both.”

  I can feel his smile on my skin. “Good because we both want you. Together.”

  “Together,” I moan as he pushes inside me with his strong hand. My whole body is aching. I’m so close to coming.

  “I can’t take you without Ronin,” he says as he slides his fingers over my clit. “But I can’t leave you like this either.”

  Each breath is violent. My body is tight. Rigid. It’s so tense with the need to orgasm.

  He moves his skilled hand like a virtuoso, playing my body like an instrument as he rubs my clit and slides his thick fingers inside me.

  My orgasm hits me like a shockwave, tearing through me as I throw my head back and gasp. My eyes are squeezed shut, my shaking thighs clamped around his hand.

  He’s still pinning me against the wall and my hands are turning into mangled claws as I struggle not to scream.

  He releases my wrists and slides his strong arms around my body, holding me up as the orgasm sweeps through me, buckling my legs and making them useless.

  It feels so good as he holds me to his hard body, but I can’t help but feel like something is missing.

  Not something. Someone.

  I wish Ronin was here too, and I can’t help but think that Tito is feeling the same way.

  They both add something different. They both complete me in different ways.

  But who am I kidding? Two guys? I can’t be with two guys.

  I’d be an outcast from society. I’d be known as the crazy perverted lady who can’t get enough dick.

  I’ve always believed that relationships should only be one woman, one man. Everything else is wrong.

  But why does picking one of them feel so wrong? And why does thinking of having both Ronin and Tito’s arms around me feel so right?

  Eight

  Zoe

  I torture myself for two days.

  Tito. Ronin. Ronin. Tito.

  Which one should I pick? Should I choose or just let them both go? Will choosing one of them ruin their relationship?

  I have no idea what to do.

  But I know what I’m not going to do. I’m not going to have them both.

  I have to conform to society’s rules, otherwise, I’ll never be happy. I’ll be an outsider. A weirdo. A sexual freak who has threesomes every night.

  Mmmm, threesomes every night.

  No! Stop it!

  I’m not going there. I’m not allowing myself to go there.

  I have to pick one of them or none of them.

  There’s Ronin. He’s so sweet and thoughtful and just the kind of guy I can picture myself growing old with. He’s the safe choice, the good choice.

  Or there’s Tito. He puts his foot in his mouth more than a baby, but the other things he can do with that mouth… mmm… that sexy smirk. His smart sarcastic mouth. He’s the wildcard choice. Also, the good choice.

  This is so hard.

  “Which one kisses better?” Sophie asks. We’re at work and she’s helping me get to the bottom of this.

  I lean back in my chair and think about it. “Ronin’s kiss was so soft and gentle. It made me feel so special and loved. It was incredible.” I get warm shivers just thinking about it.

  “That’s good,” Sophie says as she chews on the tip of her pen. “And what about Tito?”

  I take a deep breath and sigh as a smile creeps across my face. “It was so passionate. It was sexy and dirty in a good way. It was like kissing the bad boy your mom warned you against.”

  “That’s good too,” Sophie says, contemplating my answers. “In my expert opinion, you should totally shag both of them.”

  My back straightens and I let out a frustrated sigh. There are rules of society for a reason. I’m not breaking them by being with two guys, even though it sounds extremely tempting.

  “Not an option,” I answer. “I have to pick one.”

  “Why?”

  “What would people say if I dated both of them?”

  Sophie laughs. “They would say, ‘that’s the luckiest girl I’ve ever seen.’”

  I scoff. “Yeah, right.”

  “They would say, ‘I’ll have what she’s having.’”

  “No,” I say, shaking my head. “They would think I’m a sexual maniac.”

  “And what’s wrong with that?”

  She doesn’t understand. Sophie doesn’t care what the world thinks. She paints her fingernails different colors for God’s sake.

  “I think I’ll have to let them both go.”

  Sophie just shakes her head. “I was afraid you were going to say that.”

  “Well, what can I do? I like them both, but I can’t pick one of them and watch as their relationship falls apart because of me.”

  My heart starts to pang just thinking about breaking up with them.

  I had such an amazing time with Ronin on our date. It was the most romantic day I’ve ever had and I really want to do it again. I want to get to know him better over beautiful candlelight dinners and long talks.

  And the date with Tito was just as good. He screwed up the beginning in a magnificent fashion, but then turned it around into one of the funnest nights of my life. And that time in the closet… mmmm… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

  “Wh
at are you mmmm’ing about?” Sophie asks, looking at me funny.

  Shit, did I do that out loud?

  “Nothing!” I say with an innocent shrug.

  Her eyes narrow on me. “You slept with one of them, didn’t you?”

  “No!” That sounded guilty even to me.

  “Yes, you did!” she shouts, pointing an accusing finger at me as her eyes light up. “Which one? Both?”

  “I didn’t,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat up. “We just… I just…”

  Sophie’s eyes are as wide as condom wrappers. She’s practically leaning over her desk, waiting for me to finish.

  “I’m the boss,” I snap. “We’re not talking about this. Get back to work!”

  She snickers as she leans back in her chair. “It’s lunchtime.”

  “Ugh!” I yank my purse off the desk and storm toward the door. “You’re a bad employee!”

  She just laughs. I’ve never been the scariest boss, and Sophie doesn’t look intimidated. At all.

  “And you’re a bad girl,” she says, grinning at me.

  “Ugh!” I slam the door and storm out as my body tenses.

  This isn’t going to work. Two guys? Never.

  I’ll have to let them both go. I’ll do it like a BandAid. Right off.

  Right now.

  My stomach is churning when I turn into The Grisly Ranch. My mind is jumping all over the place, but I’m committed to what I’m going to do.

  I can’t date them both, and I can’t date just one of them.

  So, that leaves me with only one choice. I have to break up with them both.

  My mouth is dry and my heart is palpitating as I park the car and step outside. The only person I see is Abigail. She smiles and waves as she starts walking over.

  “I heard your dates went well,” she says with a grin. “The boys won’t stop talking about you.”

  “Really?”

  She nods with a smile. “You made quite the impression on them both.”

  That’s the problem. I was hoping to hit it off with one of them, not both.

  “Are they around?” I ask, feeling my nerves start to take over.