Switching Gears: Coyote Bluff Series Book 3

by Lea Barrymire

  Chapter Nine

  “For the love of all that’s holy. You guys better not be fucking in there.” Pete’s voice rose some. “The smell of lust is so fucking strong I’ve got a contact boner. You know how gross that is? I’m getting hard because my baby brother is turned on. I’m going to need therapy.”

  Amie snarled under her breath, as she tried to control her estrogen-laden lust. Even as she floundered around for a way to salvage her dwindling self-esteem when it came to her pack, she chuckled at the stormy look in Zeke’s eyes. Having your brother show up and kill the moment? Yeah, probably not one of the most fun things for your family members to intrude on.

  “Fucking Pete and his fucking nose.” He pulled up his jeans, tucked his wayward cock away, and swung toward the door. “Fuck you, fucker. You aren’t coming in here. What do you want?”

  The chuckle from multiple males outside the cabin had Amie groaning and hiding her face in her hands. She’d never live this down. The swirl of scents in the cabin ripped her from her self-pity. The way Zeke’s back straightened and a slow, steady stream of anger rolled off him had her moving. Fast.

  “Pete. You better get whomever is out there with you to back off.” She yelled toward the door. Touching Zeke’s rigid arm. “Hey. They’re here just to check on us, on you. Back down your coyote.”

  She’d whispered the last part, fully aware that the men outside would hear her anyway, but maybe they’d understand what was going on. She watched him struggle a little with his animal. After only a moment he nodded and turned his gaze to hers. The control he had over his other half made her jealous, but in this instance she was thankful there wasn’t going to be a fight.

  A glint of mischief was the only warning she had before warm hands pulled her into Zeke’s embrace. He slanted his mouth over Amie’s, teasing the slit of her lips for a moment before licking inside. She melted. Tasting him, knowing he claimed her in front of his brother and pack was a powerful aphrodisiac. Moisture slicked her pussy as she tried to grind her pelvis against him. Hump a leg? Damn right.

  “Mine.”

  The growled word vibrated her lips and her brain. Nodding she agreed. “Yours.”

  “Gak, All this lovey-dovey shit makes me want to puke. Open up so I can visually see you’re alive and that you two didn’t hurt each other. Then I can run back to the garage. Hopefully the gas and oil fumes will burn the memory of your lust out of my head.”

  Amie grinned and winked at her mate before answering his brother. “You’re just jealous of your baby brother getting his mate.”

  “Maybe.” Pete groused through the door. The slight sadness coloring that single word had Amie stumbling to fix it. She didn’t like hurting people. Irritate them a little? Sure, but not make them feel bad.

  She stepped from Zeke’s arms and opened the door, careful to do nothing that looked like she’d actually step out of the cabin. This was her first test and she knew it. “Pete, dude, I didn’t mean it that way. It seems the pack is being blessed with a deluge of mates. You’ll get yours, then we’ll be gagging over your lovey-dovey shit.” She air quoted the last bit, teasing him over his own words.

  Amusement pinched the crow’s feet at the corners of Pete’s eyes. He was standing ten feet from the cabin, hands in his pockets and a mixture of disgust and wanting wrinkled his nose. He gave Amie a nod before a wide smile spread across his face. “Congrats, bro. Being mated looks good on you. Well other than the patches of poison ivy and the ugly mug you were born with.”

  Zeke snorted behind her. “I’m the pretty one. You’re the annoying one, remember? Mom even says so.”

  The affection between the two men was evident. Amie’s chest ached with longing and it must have shown on her face because Pete’s eyes softened before he spoke. “Ma only tells you that to make you feel better. We all know you’re the ugly one.” He grinned before turning his gaze to Amie. “So. I’ve got a sister now, huh? And a cat? Good grief, What is this world coming to? Dogs and cats living together… Mass hysteria.”

  She gasped and fluttered her eyelashes, clasping her hands to her chest. “Oh, my. You’re quoting Ghostbusters? I think I love you.”

  A growl, deep and menacing, erupted behind her. Oops. An unmated male faced with another, and his soon-to-be-mate was spouting overtures of love. For his brother. Sighing she turned around and placed her palm on his naked chest. “Back down, Cujo. I was kidding and you know it.”

  “You’ve got your hands full with that one, Amie.” Pete’s voice held nothing but amusement. “Easy, dude. Let’s get this over with so you guys can get back to whatever it is that I interrupted.”

  Zeke shook himself, slowly losing the anger and bristly posture. He nodded. “Okay. Good idea. I have things I want to do to her that no one should witness.”

  Oh, good lord. Aaand, there when the heat to her cheeks. Hitting him lightly with her palm drew his gaze back down to her. She quirked a brow, expecting him to feel bad for speaking like that of them but instead he grinned, snuck a quick kiss and reached around to give a little spank to her ass.

  “Stop that.” She smacked him again, a little harder this time. But she grinned back, how could she not? He was openly claiming her, being playful and affectionate with her in front of his family.

  “Okay, enough. Good God you and this pack are disgusting.”

  Amie froze and spun, eyeing the surrounding woods. Someone else was there, she should have remembered that when they’d opened the door. Damn hormones interfering with her thoughts and brain function. The voice hadn’t sounded familiar. Where the hell was the other guy?

  Zeke spied him first, or perhaps had noticed him before. “Hey, Jason. How’s it hanging? You got stuck checking on us with my brother, huh? Skip isn’t giving you much time to adjust before throwing you in the fire?”

  Out of the shadows beneath a couple of massive oaks came strolling the ex-Alpha of another pack. Jason Fisk. Wolf shifter, lady’s man and all around nice guy. He’d been run out of his old pack by his girlfriend and her brothers only weeks before. And the poor guy had ended up stepping in a bear trap, been rescued by a trigger happy Margie and supposedly found his mate all in a matter of a couple of days. Since then he’d laid low and tried to assist the pack where he could. Skip had offered him sanctuary but Amie wasn’t sure how long the wolf would be able to remain submissive to their Alpha.

  “Zeke. Amie.” He tipped his head in acknowledgement as he sauntered into the clearing next to Pete.

  “So, what do you guys need to see or know? I can’t imagine you really want to be hanging around here with us.” Amie’s skin erupted in goose bumps as Zeke’s fingers slid down her spine, stroking her through her shirt.

  Pete grinned and winked knowingly. “We needed to check on y’all and make sure you were both alive and that the cabin still stood in one piece. We needed to sweep the surrounding woods to verify that you hadn’t left the cabin, Amie, and from Jason’s nod all looks good on that front as well.”

  She blinked. They’d been instructed to search around the cabin? Skip really was taking this punishment and agreement seriously. She nervously backed up a slight bit more away from the doorjamb and ended up plastered to Zeke’s body. No way was she being run out of the pack over a technicality.

  Before Amie got too worked up, a puff of warm air tickled her neck and a set of hot, dry lips pressed to the skin there. She shivered and had to consciously keep her knees from buckling. Her eyes slid closed and she groaned, tilting her head to give Zeke more area to work in. He kissed her lightly up the column of her neck to her ear.

  “And, with that demonstration I’d say your negotiations are going well. We’re out of here.”

  Pete’s voice made her jump, but even that wouldn’t make her give up the sensations of Zeke licking lightly along her earlobe. She raised a hand and waved limply at the men backpedaling swiftly from the clearing. Zeke’s chuckle vibrated down her body and pooled hot and wet in her pussy.

  “See you two
tomorrow.” Pete threw the words over his shoulder before turning and jogging toward the parking area on the other side of a patch of trees. Jason followed, laughing, as he too ran toward the truck she knew was parked there.

  If she was supposed to give a fuck that she’d just run two grown pack members off, or that she’d have to face them again soon, well, she just couldn’t give two shits. Not with a talented set of lips working back down her neck and two hot hands snaking around her waist, skimming rough fingertips over the skin above the waistband of her jeans.

  Zeke sucked the skin and bit lightly along her shoulder, drawing a wanton moan from her parted lips. When he whispered against her ear she gave in, melting against his chest and hoping he’d keep her from falling.

  “You smell so fucking good. I want to taste every inch of you. I can smell your desire and it’s exactly what I want for breakfast. Sweet, tangy, creamy and you.” The last word was growled, deep and animalistic. “Would you let me do that? Lick you until you came on my tongue?”

  She loved oral sex. Loved to dig her fingers into a man’s hair while he tongue-fucked her. Hot lips wrapped around her clit licking and sucking. It’d been so long since she’d allowed anyone close to her, let alone anyone to touch her. The imagery was too real; a gush of moisture coated her pussy as her mind fed her a shadow of the pleasure she’d get from having Zeke lapping at her. His tongue would be rough and hot as it stroked over her swollen flesh; he’d suck on her lips and tease her. And as she ground up against his face he’d drink her down until she came, screaming, with his fingers and tongue buried inside her clenching channel.

  A shuddering breath left her lips, and the last taste of air held a single word. “Yes.”

  *****

  Yes.

  He’d heard it, he was sure. His brain was addled with the scent and taste of her. He’d been breathing through his mouth just to savor her scent on the air. It had his blood boiling with need and pooling in his cock, which was straining to escape his jeans. From the bloom of heat along her skin and the flush to her cheeks she was just as aroused as he was. The need to bury his tongue deep in her pussy and finally taste her overwhelmed him.

  “Now.” He knew his words were harsh sounding but she didn’t shy from him. No, instead her eyes dilated and her blush deepened.

  Picking her up was easy. He swung her up into his arms and used his hip to shut the door. The smell of breakfast made him pause. A quick glance at the timer had him debating, did he pull her from the fog of desire long enough to pull out the casserole, or let the fucking thing burn so he could continue discovering her body’s secrets?

  “Just turn off the oven. It can coast.” Her words, mouthed against his skin gave him the direction he needed. He shivered, the feel of her hot breath against his skin a reminder and a force pushing him on.

  Three steps brought him to the oven. As he tried to figure out how to juggle Amie and get to the controls she solved the problem. With a flexibility he didn’t know she possessed—and he’d use to their sexual pleasure late—she bent backward over his arm, reaching out and turning the oven off. The action pulled up the bottom of her shirt, revealing creamy skin and the shadow of breasts. His mouth watered.

  Months. Amie had pushed him away for months. Now that he had her accepting his advances and she was willing to let them explore their connection, his mind stumbled over all of the things he’d wanted to do to her. Hundreds of times he’d jerked off to images of her in different positions, glistening with sweat and begging for more. A shudder rocked his body and goose bumps erupted down his arms. Focus. Calm. He needed to make her scream his name as she came apart and to do that he needed to cool his own jets or he’d be firing off prematurely.

  Zeke set her on the bed gently and took a single moment to run his gaze down her body. He’d caught a glimpse once of her naked at a pack run, but this time he’d be able to look his fill, know if his memories were right. Her chest rose and fell quickly, the pink that colored her cheeks had spread to her chest. He wondered briefly if it extended down to her breasts.

  “You’re staring.”

  Grinning he dragged his gaze to hers. “Yes I am. You’ve been hiding from me and I want to see you.”

  The statement must have answered whatever question she’d had because she nodded minutely and relaxed, letting her legs drop open a little, and placed her hands on her belly. A fresh wave of hot need filled his nose and a glance at her jeans showed him what he’d already guessed. She was wet enough to darken the denim. At least both of their pants would need to be washed after this. His cock had jumped when he’d inhaled her scent and he could smell a hint of pre-cum on the air as well.

  “Where to start.” He mused out loud. He continued when she scowled slightly. “Do I have you strip or do I undress you? Do I want to see this body unwrapped and not be able to touch as each inch is revealed? Or do I want to skim my hands over your skin while I slowly pull the clothes from your gorgeous body?” He pretended to really think about it, humming under his breath.

  The grin she flashed him was seductive and impish all in one adorable look. He hadn’t seen enough of this side to his mate, and he vowed to see more and more of it. He loved the relaxed, playful side of her, the one that would work well with his fun side.

  “Sit up, babe.”

  She complied, again not saying anything, but quirking an eyebrow in question.

  “Put your arms up.”

  When she’d done what he asked he leaned forward, placing one knee on the side of the bed, crowding her, and slowly reaching to grab the hem of her T-shirt. He’d take it slow and reveal her skin in small increments, savoring the first time he was allowed to touch her this way, to be the one initiating the contact. The first glimpse of her belly, creamy and soft, challenged his thoughts but he was going to make this torture for them both. Tickling her sides with his rough fingertips pulled a shuddering giggle from her lips. “God, I love the sounds you make when I touch you.” He whispered his thoughts but liked that she blushed slightly.

  Zeke pushed the shirt up her arms, revealing a petite and rather innocent cotton bra. He’d perhaps expected something a little more daring, sexy. The white fabric had small blue flowers printed on it and he felt dirty for wanting to lick each one until her nipples puckered from the heat and wet of his mouth. Another time perhaps, when he wasn’t driven to find out what she tasted like when she came on his tongue. For now he ran his thumbs over the cups and grinned when her nubs tightened enough to poke against the cloth.

  “Stop teasing me, damn it.” Her words, even if meant to be commanding, came from her parted, dry lips on a whine.

  “What fun would that be? Then I couldn’t see you do this.” Leaning in toward her, he licked over one taut nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. Rubbing his tongue across the fabric-covered nub was enough to have her bowing her back and moaning, but when he bit lightly she nearly wrapped herself around him, digging strong hands into his shoulders, arching her back and crying out his mangled name. He grinned around the cloth covered flesh.

  “Oh, God. Zeke, please.” She dropped all hints of pushing him to move faster. She clung to him like she was drowning and he was her lifeline. Her fingernails dug deliciously into his skin. He was sure he’d have marks and didn’t that rev him up.

  He blew softly on her nipple before reaching around her back and unhooking her bra with a quick flip of his fingers. Leaning away from her was torture, but slowly dragging the straps down her arms was worth the every excruciating moment he’d been forced to wait. With a patience he didn’t know he possessed, he revealed her breasts and tried to remember to not fall on her and rut away on her leg like a horny dog.

  Once Amie pulled her hands through the bra straps he tossed the garment onto the growing pile of clothes. His coyote growled, trying to force him to move this all along. The scent of their mingled lust was so heavy on the air that he could taste it on each inhale. His mouth watered from the smell of her wetness, but he didn’t want
to rush.

  With a deep breath, which didn’t help matters but gave him something to concentrate on while he exhaled slowly, he looked over his mate’s body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled. “Lie down.”

  This time she moved so fast the bed shook with it. He hid his grin behind his hand as he pretended to contemplate what he wanted to do next. No way was he going to lose momentum because she thought he was laughing at her. On the contrary it fueled him, added more heat to the burning in his balls and had his cock aching. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. There was nothing sweeter than that.

  He finally climbed fully onto the bed, bringing his second knee up onto the mattress and straddling her legs lightly. Using both hands he unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down, reveling in the sound of metal against metal. Zeke gripped the side of her jeans and shimmied them down over her hips, and nearly came in his pants when he slowly uncovered a small tattoo of a coyote on her hipbone. It was beautifully done, with clean lines and drawn similarly to one he sported on his left shoulder. Looking up to ask her about it brought his gaze to a blushing and flustered Amie.

  He nodded, and kissed the image. “Later.” He said it really for himself, but she relaxed completely after he’d uttered it. His coyote preened in the back of his mind. They both agreed that it looked like his ink and strikingly like his animal.

  Zeke climbed off her legs and looked up, catching her heated gaze. “Lift that perfect ass of yours.”