Switching Gears: Coyote Bluff Series Book 3

by Lea Barrymire

  She complied and wiggled a little while he yanked the jeans the rest of the way off her legs. He’d hooked her underwear along the way and was so happy he did. The moment her feet came free of the cuffs she opened her thighs in invitation and he was met with a pink, swollen, shaven pussy. Growling he tossed her pants over his back and slid between her splayed legs. He was done fucking around. The sight of her need glistening on her lips broke his concentration. He had to get his mouth on her.

  It took one moment to slide to his belly, wrap his hands around her hips and pull the tempting flesh to his lips. He had to taste her. Had to drink down her come and know he’d been the one to do that to her. Leaning down he swiped his tongue over one hot, wet side. She tasted perfect, like sweetness and his.

  Taking another swipe along the other shaved lip pulled a groan from Amie. She spread her legs wider and reached a hand down, sliding her fingers into his short hair and gripping tight. He chuckled against her heated flesh. In the future he’d have to see if she’d let him bind her hands to something so he could torment her for hours with his tongue, but this time he was ready to push her over the edge. Easing his thumbs over the skin he’d just licked was like a visual feast. His sun-darkened skin looked so different against the pink flesh of her pussy. He slowly opened her up, baring her swollen clit and dripping vaginal opening to his eyes. He didn’t wait, not this time. Dipping his head let him flick the tip of his tongue against her nub. She arched her back and cried out, gripping his hair tight enough to cause him a little discomfort.

  “Please. Oh, please, please, please.” Her gasping pleas were music to his ears. He wanted to hear more, have her screaming her pleasure to the heavens.

  Zeke wrapped his lips around her clit and suckled lightly. Every few moments he gave the flesh a stroke from his tongue. He had to use his shoulders to hold her legs and hips down. She’d bucked so hard against his face he was afraid he’d hurt her, but his fears were set aside when she moaned and thrashed her head back and forth on the bed. He caught the moment she slid her other hand up her chest and rolled her nipple between two fingers. The view was decadent and naughty. His cock jerked. Giving in, he rested his groin on the edge of the mattress, pressing and rubbing while he continued sucking gently on her clit.

  “In me.” She gasped, tugging on her breast and clenching the other hand in his hair.

  Zeke gave her what she wanted. Running his tongue down her slit, he speared into her cunt as far as he could. With an index finger he rubbed her clit and worked his mouth against her with fast jabs. His pelvis thrust against the mattress to the same rhythm as his tongue and he moaned against her flesh.

  “Ah, so close.” She cried.

  He redoubled his efforts, swirling his tongue with each thrust and rubbing against her clit. Her channel clenched on him and a fresh wave of moisture coated his face and lips. He sucked it down, licking her clean and fucked her with his tongue.

  The moment her body stopped moving he knew she was going to explode. It took one more thrust into her for the orgasm to hit her. She bucked and screamed while pushing up against his face. The fist in his hair gripped tighter, pulling some strands from his scalp and holding him against her pussy. She came around his tongue while he was buried deep. The gush of wetness was hot and sweet as he drank it down.

  Her taste, the sound of his name on her lips while she came apart pushed him over the edge and a release of his own boiled up his cock, spurting cum, creamy and hot, into his pants. He ground against the mattress under him as he continued licking her, prolonging both of their pleasure.

  Chapter Ten

  Boneless wasn’t even good enough to explain the endorphin-filled, languid sea of comfort her brain floated on at the moment. Had she ever come that hard? A sigh of contentment slipped through her lips even as the sweat cooled on her flushed skin. Amie should be trying to reciprocate, and honestly she wanted to. From the first time she’d watched Zeke she’d wanted to taste him. Her muscles and cat weren’t ready. They’d melted into a puddle of satisfaction and weren’t going to be bullied into functioning yet.

  Staring at the ceiling gave her a moment’s pause before glancing down the length of her body to find a smirking Zeke resting his head against her inner thigh. When their gazes connected he winked at her and blew lightly across her heated pussy. She shivered as air feathered across her shaved skin. She sucked in enough air to say something, not really knowing what she should say. Was ‘thank you’ appropriate? Did you thank your mate for an amazing orgasm? Or would they all be like that? She hoped so. Really, though, what was the correct thing in a situation like this? A card? An email? Lala land via orgasm. She snorted as her own crazy thoughts. She needed to do something other than lie on the bed, panting and grinning. But before she could actually form words she closed her mouth. Inhaling through her nose gave her a shock.

  “You came in your pants?” She didn’t mean to sound accusatory, but she’d never had that impact on someone before, never had a guy come without being helped. And, hell, she’d been looking forward to sucking him off, if she was honest with herself. There was something so fun about driving a big burly man crazy with nothing but lips and tongue. When she’d been in her late teens she’d actually worked on her gag reflex until she could deepthroat her boyfriend without wanting to toss her lunch. Knowing she could pleasure Zeke with that talent had saliva pooling in her mouth. She knew he was going to be tasty. Salty and sweet with all that bitter goodness. Yum.

  “Yeah, yeah I did.” He sounded as surprised as she was.

  “Boo.” She pouted, sticking her bottom lip out for effect. “I wanted to show you a trick I spent weeks perfecting when I was younger.”

  Zeke quirked an eyebrow and just waited.

  She grinned before continuing in a whisper. “I don’t have a gag reflex at all. And I love to swallow.”

  “Christ.” He whispered under his breath. “Now you tell me.” He climbed slowly to his feet and stared down at her, plainly showing off the wet spot on his jeans. “Well, good thing I have a super quick recovery.”

  She chuckled and then licked her lips suggestively. “Whenever you’re ready. I’ll give you a first row seat to my version of show and tell.”

  Zeke laughed and shook his head. “That was bad, even from you. I’m definitely interested is feeling this trick, but right now I need out of my jeans because I’m getting itchy. Come on, mate, let’s go take a shower.” He held out his hand and looked at her expectantly.

  Mate. She waited for the terror, the uncomfortable feeling deep in her stomach. And waited, but felt nothing but the wash of warmth from her kitty. No sweaty palms, thoughts of running off and hiding. “Huh.”

  With his palm still hanging out in the space between them, he tilted his head. “What?”

  “I’m not panicking. At all.”

  He stared at her for a moment before a wide smile spread across his face, then he wiggled his fingers at her as he shrugged. “Good. Now, come on. Shower, clean clothes and food. STAT.”

  Amie shrugged right back, grinning. “Okay, works for me.” She sat up and slid her hand into his, pleased at the light squeeze he gave her before pulling her to her feet. “Thank you by the way.”

  He stilled and turned wide eyes on her. “For what?”

  She sighed. “For everything. For not killing me over what I’ve put you through, for being so sweet, for being patient. I don’t know, just for everything. I don’t deserve it.”

  She was pulled into a tight embrace. His words rumbled under her cheek. “You can’t thank me for these things. It’s what mates do for each other. Now, we’re going to shower because I want to touch all those places I haven’t yet and soaping you up is a great excuse. Then we’re going to eat and you’re going to talk some more.” His lips pressed gently to the top of her head and she sucked in a deep breath.

  “That might be becoming my favorite sentimental thing you do to me.” She muttered against his chest before she kissed him, loving the feel of
crinkly chest hairs against her lips.

  “Aww, babes. You’re gonna make me cry.”

  He sniffled dramatically a few times and Amie couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re a doofus.”

  Zeke leaned back, using her shoulders to hold her at arm’s length and he smiled. “Ah, but I’m your doofus.”

  And didn’t that just sound perfect?

  *****

  Amie Dorner was naked. In his arms. Because she wanted to be. Zeke’s coyote was yipping in his head and spinning in circles. If it wouldn’t have looked juvenile he’d have been pumping his fist in triumph, but he would attempt to act like an adult and calmly lead her into the bathroom. It was tiny and they barely fit together in the tight space, but the shower was big enough for two if you worked really hard and were good at Twister.

  “Good thing I’m not claustrophobic.” She muttered sarcastically under her breath and he just grinned. She might be making it sound like she wasn’t happy, but from her grins alone he knew he’d finally broken through a few of her mental barriers. And even if her breathing was faster with some anxiety he’d take the look of heat that slowly turned her gaze a smoldering request for debauchery.

  “Mmmhm.” He stepped into the stall and turned his back to the knobs and shower head. With a quick movement he had his mate in with him, the door shut and his arms around her back pulling her lips to his.

  The kiss was meant to be fun, light, affectionate. What took over the moment their mouths touched was something carnal and primitive. The feel of her body, soft and pliant against his, the warmth from her skin, the lingering smell of her arousal all bloomed into a sensory trigger. Zeke pulled her tighter to him and devoured her lips. Nipping, sucking, licking his way into the recesses of her until all he could taste was Amie.

  She wasn’t a passive kisser. After a moment her hands wound around his neck and she opened easily to his questing tongue. She suckled on it, twirling hers with his and playing a sensual game of tag. Their gasping breaths mingled and he shivered at the shared intimacy. Breathing her in, swallowing her taste, feeling her clinging to him drove him into a frenzy. His cock had perked up the moment she rose from the bed, but now he was hard as a rock and ready to feel her from the inside out.

  “Wait. Breathe,” she gasped, as she pulled her mouth from his. She waved a hand in front of him before he could respond, and he cut the growl off that was rumbling in his chest. “Not stopping. Just need…breathe.”

  Zeke blinked a few times and realized they both sounded like they’d been running a marathon, air sawing in and out of lungs desperate for oxygen. He tried to laugh but it came out rough and wispy.

  While they both gathered a little bit of sanity, he turned in the tight space and got the shower turned on. Cold water shot from the head and he nearly screeched like a girl. “Fuck. That’s cold.”

  He couldn’t help it. He danced around and shivered as goose bumps erupted over his entire body. He couldn’t escape the icy streams needling into his back and Amie wasn’t helping things as she shrieked and kept pushing him in front of her as a shield.

  “Stop it. Fuck.” At least the water was warming a little, going from liquid nitrogen to ice water. Talented fingers had started tickling him as well as keeping him under the shower. “Amie.” He laughed, trying to sidestep her hands and the water at the same time. “Stop. I mean it.” The laughter that spilled from his lips didn’t help make his words sound as intimidating as he’d wanted.

  Fighting a shifter woman hell bent on not getting hit with a single drop of coldness in a confined space should be a test for manhood. Every time he stepped one way she’d go with him, sticking a finger in his side, making him jerk. All the time they did this strange dance that had him growling and her laughing like a lunatic.

  “Okay. Okay. Truce damn it.” His breaths were coming in gasps and he’d do anything to get her to stop. If he could grab her and hang on he would have, but the minx could move like an octopus. All arms and tickling fingers getting him to squirm like he hadn’t done in years. The whine he emitted would never be admitted to, but he blushed a little anyway. “Truce. Please.”

  Amie laughed and the sound pulled a grin from him. It was carefree and impish with a hint of gravelly arousal. “Fine, truce.”

  She surprised him by gripping his cheeks and pulling his face to hers a moment before pressing soft lips to his. It was chaste, over way too quickly, but it was wonderful. Her flesh was slightly warmer than his, supple and oh, so damned sweet.

  Before Zeke could react, his shy and complicated mate ducked her head and turned to give him her back. It was probably good that she couldn’t see the look of pure feral appreciation that had to be on his face. The curve of her back was beautiful, but the full globes of her ass had his mouth watering, and if he’d been a wolf he was sure he would’ve been howling like the cartoon wolf, tongue hanging out and everything.

  “Stop drooling and grab the soap.”

  The minx. “Oh, I’ll drool if I want to.” Zeke punctuated his statement with a pinch to one of those perfect cheeks. The squeak was adorable, and had the predator in him yipping. Soon enough he’d have her making that sexy little noise when he buried his cock or tongue in her.

  Chapter Eleven

  The forest was so quiet, but the stillness called to Amie. She wanted to feel the dirt under her feet, the wind in her fur and perhaps climb a tree to sharpen her claws. It had been so long since she felt the urge to let her kitty out, to allow them to be one and enjoy the world through her animal’s eyes. And for once, she couldn’t do it.

  “I’m going stir crazy in here.” Zeke’s words, echoing hers so closely, made her grin.

  Turning from the doodles she had been working on she quipped, “We could sneak out together. Right?”

  The look of panic that crossed his face had her scrambling to explain. His face was ashen within a heartbeat and his legs suddenly looked unsteady under his weight.

  “I was kidding. Christ, relax. I wouldn’t jeopardize us for a quick romp in the woods.” Not now anyway. But she didn’t think that piece of her thought needed to be spoken. She’d decided that being mated and loved was an okay gig. And if the purring fool of a cat was any indication, her bobcat was happy with the decision.

  “Don’t. Don’t kid about that. I can’t… no, we can’t, fathom losing you now. You’ve been our mate for a long time and we’ve let you keep your distance, but the idea of you being forced to leave. It will ruin me. Promise me you won’t leave the cabin. Please.”

  Amie took one look at the still panic-rimmed eyes of her mate and decided they needed to work on their trust issues. She tried to stop the chuckle, worried he’d take that badly and placed her hand in the air. “I, Amie Dorner, promise to not leave this cabin until we have completed the mission set before us by our Alpha. That I will gladly draft and sign a mating agreement with Zekiel Brian Marrow to bind our lives together forever.”

  With each word she uttered the implications of them fell on her heart warm and comforting. No urge to call them back caused her to pause. They were true, truer than anything else she’d pledged in a long time. And the look of surprise followed closely by love filling Zeke’s eyes had her own welling with tears.

  Silence hung between them, soft and full of unspoken promise. She didn’t want to say anything to break the moment or to lose the warmth in his gaze. Even her cat held its breath, quiet and watchful.

  Two steps separated their bodies and Zeke covered them quickly, his long legs covering the distance in a heartbeat. She quickly shoved the pad of paper onto the floor and stood, stepping easily into his embrace. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly to his chest. The hammering of his heart against her ear gave Amie some idea of how emotional he was feeling, but the moment she felt him shudder against her and the tear drop fall on her head she knew she’d done something right for once.

  They stood like that for quite some time. She absorbed the fact that in essence she’d just declared him as her mat
e. His warm body comforted her as she wrapped her arms around his waist and slowly stroked his back. His scent filled her senses, calling her home. How foolish she’d been to run from him, from the feeling of finally being whole. The months she’d wasted and the things she’d done. A shiver of apprehension swept through her. Had he forgiven her for all the horrible things she’d done?

  “Whatever just made you tighten up and go tense in my arms needs to go away. I like it when you hug me back and are all soft and warm.” His mumbled words vibrated under her cheek and blew softly through her hair. He nuzzled his chin along her head like a cat scent marking a favorite branch.

  “You really don’t care about all those things I’ve done to you? I mean, some of them were pretty bad.”

  “Oh, like paying a few of my teens to run through poison ivy?” He chuckled and held her tighter when she tried to squirm away. “Shh. Yes. All is forgiven. It doesn't mean that I won’t be recalling them to our children and grandchildren, or using them in arguments for the next fifty years.”

  An image of little Zeke’s running around in the woods stopped her struggles, her breath, and her thoughts. Babies. Babies that looked like Zeke, with his smile and mischievous attitude.

  “I want babies.” Amie groaned. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

  Zeke released her so he could use a finger to tilt her head up. When she finally gave in and met his gaze, he responded. “I want babies with you. I mean, come on. The town’s two most impish people having kids? They will be the terrors of the town. We’ll be so proud.”

  She grinned in answer and pulled his face to hers. She planted a loud smacking kiss on his lips. “We better start the bail fund now.”

  “A prank jar? Ten bucks for every prank you pull and get caught doing?”

  “Well, it better be one hell of a jar. I owe it about two hundred right now.”