Dancing Bearback (BBW Shifter Cowboy Western Romance) (Bear Ranchers Book 3)

by Becca Fanning

  Tyler looked down, away from Brett and April raised an eyebrow. “You guys just seemed cozy, sorry. I didn’t—“ April started.

  Brett cut her off. “Tyler? Dude?”

  Tyler was looking guiltier than Mary had ever seen him.

  “You’ve been fucking my sister?” Brett screamed. His face was turning red.

  “No!” Tyler yelled. “We haven’t—“

  “But you’re not denying that you’ve been seeing her!” Brett stood up. Mary had never seen him so angry in her life.

  “What is wrong with me dating Tyler?” Mary said, calmly. She wasn’t going to play into Brett’s hysteria.

  “Because you’re my little sister and he’s my friend, so you’re off limits.”

  “Brett, you can’t tell me who I can and can’t date. I’m not a child, and you’re not my mother.” Mary stood. “April, thanks for dinner. It was delicious. Brett, fuck off.” Mary stormed out of the dining room, and grabbed the keys to Brett’s motorcycle off of the table by the front door. She hopped on the bike and peeled out of the driveway.

  She wanted Brett to sweat it out a bit when he discovered that his beloved bike was gone. It would be clear she took it, her car was in the driveway, but she was pissed and it seemed like a good way of getting back at him.

  She turned onto a busier street and stopped at the traffic light. She heard the rumble of other bike engines and she looked around. Her heart sank as three bikers pulled up behind her. They were wearing the Tribe cuts.

  “Marty! Isn’t that the Clan bitch who knocked over Lou’s bike the other day?”

  Mary kept her head down, hoping that her hair obscured her face.

  “It sure is,” one of the other men growled.

  “Shit,” Mary muttered. The light turned and she gunned it down the street. Her heart pounded in her chest, sending fear through her. She wasn’t sure what crazy, pissed bikers would do but she had a sinking feeling that whatever it was, it wouldn’t be anything good.

  Two of them sped up so they were neck in neck with her. She slammed on the brakes and made a fast turn onto another street, but the third biker pulled away from the other two and managed to follow her. Soon the other two were on her tail as well.

  One biker pulled directly behind her, and the other two moved to her side, trying to edge her off the road. She sped up and so did they. There was no way that she could get away from them. One of them moved in closer, and Mary’s wheels skidded on the grass that bordered the road. She felt her grip slip away from her and the front of the bike turned, pitching her off of it. She turned herself and hit the ground shoulder first. She heard a crack and fire burned through her arm. The bike came behind her, and rolled over her right leg before falling over onto her leg. She screamed as pain shot through her. She had never experienced anything like it.

  She heard the jeers of the Tribe bikers. They stopped, turned, and rode back to where she was laying in the grass. “That’s what you get bitch. Tell the Clan not to fuck with us. If you make it.”

  The sound of their wheels on the road signaled their exit. With the arm that wasn’t injured, Mary tried to reach down to her pocket to grab her phone, but it wasn’t there. She turned her head and she saw it.

  Her phone was a few feet away from her. It light up and began to buzz, Tyler’s name was displayed on the caller ID. She crawled forward. Everything hurt. She was pretty sure her right leg was broken. Brett’s bike was trashed. She reached for it, and she managed to swipe the take button. “Tyler,” she said, hoping he could hear her. “I crashed. The Tribe. Ran me off road. Help.”

  She heard Tyler’s panicked voice, garbled from how far away the phone was, and then she knew no more.

  She woke up in the hospital, and the first thing she felt was pain. She groaned. Her whole body ached. She turned her head to see Brett sleeping in the chair next to her hospital bed. “Brett,” she whispered. Her throat was dry.

  He blinked and opened his eyes. He leapt up from his chair and leaned over her bed. “How are you feeling?”

  “Like I’m in pain,” she muttered. “How long was I out?”

  “About twelve hours. You’re healing quickly, all things considered. Two fractures in your right leg and a broken arm. They thought your clavicle was broken too, but you healed by the time they got you to the hospital. Hopefully we can get you discharged soon so we can go home and saw off your cast.” Mary had never been so thankful that being a shifter made her heal faster than the average person.

  “Do you want to go tell a nurse or something that I’m awake so I can get out of here?”

  “Can do, little sis.” Brett walked towards the door but before he left, Mary called his name.

  “Just so you know,” she said. “I’m still pissed at you.”

  “You can be pissed.”

  “Where’s Tyler?”

  “He’s home. He got you here, I took the next shift. We’re not talking.”

  Mary rolled her eyes. “Go find a nurse.”

  It took a few hours to get her discharge paperwork together. The doctors wanted to keep her longer but they couldn’t deny that she was healing rapidly and seemed to be doing very well. Brett drove her to his house and helped her into the guest room.

  “Did someone pick up my phone?” Mary asked as she crawled into bed.

  Brett reached into his pocket and handed it to her. “Here it is.” The glass on the front was cracked but overall, it didn’t look too damaged. She put it on the bedside table, turned over, and fell asleep.

  April kept an eye on Mary for the next few days. Whenever Brett would go to work, Tyler would usually come by for a little bit. He always brought her small gifts. A teddy bear that said ‘get well’ or chocolate, or soup. He always left before Brett got back and neither April nor Mary ever said anything about Tyler’s visits.

  Mary felt bad about the situation between Brett and Tyler. They were basically brothers and now they were fighting because of her. She tried to talk to Brett a few times about it but he would get up and walk away, and she was still a little too weak to chase him around.

  A few days after she left the hospital, Mary’s phone rang. She reached over and grabbed it. “Hey, you,” she said, smiling.

  “Hey, darling. What would you say if I asked you to take a little mini vacation with me?”

  “I would say yes.” Her heart fluttered in her chest.

  “Great. I’m going to head over there now. Pack a tiny bag. Just essentials.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “Brett is going to have a heart attack when you get here. He’s been sulking about this whole thing for the last few days. You think getting attacked by a rival biker gang would make him say yes to everything I wanted, but nope. He’s still pissed at us.”

  “I’m planning on resolving that tonight,” Tyler’s voice was steel.

  “Okie dokie. I’m trusting you on that one. You know how to handle Brett best.” She wasn’t sure how he was going to fix everything, but she sure hoped he did. She wasn’t thrilled about the animosity between her and her brother.

  His voice changed as he said, “I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

  She made a kissing noise. “See you soon.”

  “Bye, darling.”

  Mary threw a few things into a small bag and went out into the living room. Brett was sitting on the couch with April. Mary tossed her bag by the door and went to sit in the kitchen. She heard a knock on the door a few minutes later and jumped up, hoping to get to it before Brett did. But she wasn’t so lucky.

  She made it just in time to watch Tyler push his way into the room. She picked up her bag and scurried to follow the two huge men.

  “Get the fuck out of my house, Ty,” Brett spat.

  Tyler stood next to Mary and took her free hand. “No. You’re going to listen to me. And we’re going to resolve this you hard headed fuck.”

  “Get your hands off my sister!” Brett moved forward,
as if he was going to physically separate them but Tyler stood his ground.

  “You know what Brett, you’re like a brother to me. But I’m with Mary. And I don’t give a fuck if you like it or not because she’s an adult and she can do whatever the fuck she wants,” he said venomously.

  “You betrayed—“

  Mary interrupted him. “Shut the hell up, Brett. Get over yourself and your protective big brother crap. I’ve been taking care of myself for years. If the two people you love most want to be in a relationship, why the hell are you so against it?” Mary spat. She was so done dealing with this. She had been beaten. She didn’t want to deal with her over-protective asshole of a brother.

  Brett had the decency to look abashed. “If you guys break up then I’m going to have to take sides and I lose one of you.”

  Tyler rolled his eyes. “Brett, that’s not going to happen. I’m certainly not going anywhere, and if Mary decides she doesn’t want to be with me then that’s her decision and it won’t make me care about her any less. But honestly, I see this lasting for a very long time.” Mary reached out and squeezed Tyler’s hand. She hadn’t known exactly how he felt about her. Hearing it out loud made everything feel so much more real.

  “So now I’m going to take your sister out of town so she can recover and get her feet back under her and if you feel the need to call and bitch at us any more, refrain.”

  Tyler turned and pulled Mary along with him. He opened the front door and he practically frog marched her to his bike.

  Brett stood at the door. “Fuck you both. I approve,” he called out.

  Tyler laughed and Mary flipped him the bird. “See you in a few days, bro.”

  “Take good care of her!” Brett yelled as Tyler revved the bike’s engine.

  “I always will!” Tyler called back.

  They arrived at a fancy hotel an hour away and Tyler helped Mary off the bike. It had been a little awkward to ride in a dress but she managed. “Do you want dinner?”

  “I’m not all that hungry,” she said. She rubbed her bare arms and Tyler pulled her close to him.

  “Then we’ll just go up to the room.” Tyler took her bag and grabbed his own and they walked into the hotel. The front desk people looked a little shocked to see a tattooed guy in a motorcycle cut walk in but they quickly hid it.

  “Hello!” The woman at the front desk said enthusiastically. “How can I help you?”

  “I have a room booked.” Tyler fished out his wallet and handed her a card. The woman swiped it and her eyes widened as his information came up on the screen.

  “Oh, Mr. Lance. Of course. We have it all set up for you. Do you need two key cards?”

  “That’d be great.” Tyler flashed her a bright smile. The woman slid the two key cards and his credit card back across the table to him.

  “If you need anything just give us a call. I’ll be here all evening. Room service, questions about the spa, just give the front desk a ring and we’ll handle it. You’re in room 1001.”

  “Thanks so much.”

  “Do you need someone to get your bags?” The woman gestured to the tiny bags on Tyler’s shoulder.

  He laughed. “No, I think I can manage.”

  “Have a great night, Mr. Lance. Mrs. Lance,” the woman nodded to Mary. Mary opened her mouth to correct the woman but Tyler was pulling her away before she could get the words out of her mouth.

  In the elevator, Tyler pressed the button for the top floor. “She was all over you,” Mary said pensively.

  “Because I booked the best room in the entire hotel, darling. It wasn’t flirting. It was what they do with anyone who books this room.”

  She looked up at him. “Why did you book the best room?”

  “Because I wanted you to relax somewhere really nice.” Tyler was used to girlfriends who wanted to spend his money. It was one of the downsides of his job. But Mary was perpetually unassuming and never expected anything from him besides his company. So he wanted to spoil her with the best suite that money could buy, good food and a day at the spa together.

  They exited the elevator and he looked at the signs for the room. Mary stood in the hallway with him. Her hand was nestled in his larger one. He stopped in front of the room number on the key card. He looked at her, suddenly feeling nervous about everything.

  “Since it’s your first time, I wanted things to be special,” he said, pre-explaining the room’s set up. He had purchased one of the top floor suites for two nights. It was going to be two full days of them getting to know each other. Something they so needed, especially after everything with Brett and the Tribe.

  “You didn’t have to do anything. It’s with you, so it’s going to be special.” She was blushing slightly, and he loved it. He pushed open the door and stepped into the room before her. He wanted to see the look on her face when she saw the room. She followed him in tentatively and then her eyes went wide. He had filled the room with candles and there was a line of rose petals leading to the large bed.

  Mary gasped and Tyler put his hands on her hips and moved up behind her. “It’s like a fairytale,” she whispered.

  “Only the best for you,” he replied. He picked her up, bridal style and walked until he felt his knees hit the edge of the bed.

  He lowered her down, carefully. Her hair spilled back onto the pillows. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He felt like a young boy, about to have sex for the first time. He was nervous. He so wanted to make things perfect for her.

  She leaned back, propped up by her forearms. “You going to join me, or are you just going to watch?”

  He laughed. “I could watch for a little while, if you’d like.”

  Her nose scrunched up. “I’d much prefer if you undressed me.”

  “I think I can handle that.” He followed her onto the bed and leaned forward to kiss her. Their lips met in a searing kiss that made his cock harden. He kissed down her neck and his hands moved up her silky calves to her thighs. He pushed the hem of her dress up, until he exposed her underwear. He sat back and looked at the red, lacey confection.

  “Woah,” he whispered.

  “I figured you would like them. I bought them two weeks ago. I was planning on you seeing them at the apartment on our movie night, but I fell asleep on you.”

  “Good call on the purchase,” he said, his voice choked.

  He lifted the dress over her head and took a moment to observe the beauty in front of him. Her breasts were encased in a bra that matched the panties she wore. He ran a finger between her breasts and his tongue followed. She arched up into his touch and he closed his eyes, and tried to steady his breathing. If she was going to be this responsive the whole time then he was afraid he wasn’t going to last long. He took one breast in his hand, gently massaging it. Her hand went to the edge of his slacks, and she went to tug his shirt out.

  “I want to feel you,” she whispered. He yanked his shirt up, and peeled it off, displaying his muscular torso and all his tattoos to her. Her eyes widened and she ran her hands down his chest and to the edge of his pants. She bit her lip as she looked at his cock, clearly visible and hard through the fabric. She tentatively ran one hand over it and he shuddered in pleasure. She smiled at his reaction and her hands went to his belt.