Spurred Bearback (BBW Shifter Cowboy Western Romance) (Bear Ranchers Book 4)

by Becca Fanning

  “Damn, we losing altitude fast. You’re sure that’s what it says?”

  “Yes, I can read some goddamn numbers!”

  “Ok, ok, chill. I just needed to make sure,” Dragon said, easing the control stick into his hands. The large blinking autopilot notice stopped flashing on the windshield. “Can you blame me? You shoved a two thousand dollar towel into the trash chute. Ok, we gonna hit another patch soon. It’s gon’ get bumpy.”

  “Oh no, no, no, no. Please, please just get us there safely,” Iyesha mumbled, wiping tears out of her eyes. I don’t want to die like Richie Valencia and the Big Dipper! Wait a second. Something Dragon said nagged at her.

  “Hold on, wha-“ Iyesha began, but clamped her mouth shut as the plane dropped again. She looked at the dial. “Shit, it’s under 28,000 Dragon. 27,955. That’s bad?”

  “Yeah, that’s some bullshit right there,” Dragon said, pulling back on the control stick. “Hold on to your ass.”

  Iyesha’s hands resumed their kungfu grip of the armrests as the nose of the jet tilted up. The cockpit was rocked from side to side, like a small girl in a mosh pit. More things back in the body of the plane came loose and crashed to the floor. But then, as the jet climbed higher, the shaking stopped.

  Dragon let out a long howl as the jet leveled out. Glancing across his lap to the display, the tropical storm was now behind them. “We did it,” he said, smiling his perfect smile at her.

  Iyesha let out a cheerful holler and tried to embrace Dragon. She got about two inches closer to him before the buckled restraints yanked her back into her seat. Growling, she released the buckles and leapt over to Dragon, throwing her arms around him. She planted kisses on his neck and face. “Thank you thank you thank you,” she rapid fired.

  “Whoa, whoa, relax. We did it together. And we still have to land this thing, don’t forget that,” he said.

  She stopped kissing him when her old question came back to her. “Hey, before you said I put a towel down the trash chute.”

  “A fuckin’ expensive towel.”

  “Yeah…how did you know that?” she straightened and looked him in the eyes. He was spying on me! “You were spying on me!”

  “Hold up girl,” Dragon started.

  “Wait, that’s the little glass bubbles all over the jet? Your little spy cameras? You watched me in the bathroom?” Iyesha gasped, hoping she wasn’t overplaying her hand. “You watched me shower?”

  “Uhh…look the cameras are just there, they always on. I…” Dragon sighed.

  “You pervert.” Iyesha said.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

  “You horny little pervert,” she said, her hand going down to his groin. She grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. “You watched me clean my body after you used me like your little fuck doll and you were sitting up here, playing with yourself!” She felt his manhood throb at her accusatory language.

  “I wasn’t touching’ myself,” Dragon said, but he groaned as she squeezed his cock even harder. “Shit, ok, I was watching’ you. And I liked what I saw. Fuck it.”

  “Aha!” Iyesha exclaimed triumphantly. “What should we do with you, you little pervert? You just sat there earlier while I serviced you under the table. I think one good turn deserves another,” Iyesha said, sitting up from his lap. She spun around away from him and bent over, bracing her arms against the co-pilot’s chair. “Time to have your cake and eat it too.”

  Dragon hit another switch, engaging the autopilot again. He hit a lever under his chair and it spun in place, putting his face at her fanny. His hands went up her thighs, pushing the dress up as they went. He nibbled on back of her thighs, elicited squeals from her. When he got up to her ass, he flipped the bottom of her dress over her hips, exposing her panties.

  Iyesha felt his fingers rub along her slit, her pussy already wet and soaking through her panties. I need him to make me come so bad! As if reading her mind, she felt her panties being pulled to one side as Dragon’s tongue met her hot wet sex. She felt him lapping at her honeypot like a thirsty dog, drinking down her juices with fervor. She bit into the leather headrest and moaned, her legs shaking as she exploded in orgasm. She felt something release inside her, like a dam breaking.

  Dragon tried to catch all of Iyesha’s cum as she squirted, her orgasm reducing her to a whimpering mewling creature. Her hot wetness dribbled down over his chin. He didn’t stop his licking, his tongue darting forward between the cleft of her labia to jab her clit. She tried to recoil from his lusty attentions to her overstimulated region, but he held her thighs in place and continued to lick.

  “Aaaaaa,” she screamed, rocketing through another orgasm as his tongue prodded her clit relentlessly. Her abs spasmed as she collapsed over the side of the chair. Her hair lay all across her head, sticking to her sweatily. “Ok, I give. My pussy can’t take any more.”

  “Aight, I’m done with the pussy, girl,” Dragon said, still holding her thighs.

  What’s he-oh, Oh, OH! Iyesha felt his tongue move up from her pussy..

  Dragon’s tongue gently dove in between Iyesha’s full butt cheeks. His hands came up from her thighs and pried them apart, giving him easy access to her little balloon knot. He licked the full length of her ass, then wiggled his tongue back down to begin jabbing against her sphincter. The feel of his full tongue deep inside her and the knowledge that he’d used it on every orifice she had drove her over the edge again.

  Iyesha came again, spent but her body convulsing nonetheless. She concentrated on breathing, as if she would die if she didn’t. Just breathe…in. Out. In. Out. “Oh God, oh God. Please…no more. I can’t take it. I’m all out of fuck.”

  Chuckling, Dragon released his grip on her. “You sure you done?”

  “Seriously, I’m going to join a convent now. Take the vows, throw a padlock on this pussy,” Iyesha said. As she lifted her head off the chair headrest she saw a large puddle of drool that she must have expelled. Great, I came out of both ends. Oh well. She wiped it up with the skirt of her dress and plopped down into the seat.

  “Don’t put that pussy on lockdown just yet. The first day ain’t even over. We got a whole weekend ahead of us!” he said, slapping his hand down on her thigh. “Hot clubs, hot beaches, hot hot tubs. It ain’t no sprint, girl. It’s a marathon!”

  I am going to need a wheelchair if he so much as rubs my neck. Iyesha looked out the window at the sky, growing darker as the sun retreated over the horizon. Even the thought of a massage, strong hands plying her tired muscles, made her sex cry out in revolt. She heard Dragon humming next to her, and the soft sounds made her eyelids heavy. She closed them and was instantly asleep.

  Iyesha was laying on a the edge of a hard stone cliff, high up in the mountains. All around her, in every direction, open skys spread out to the edge of the horizon. Far below, banks of clouds spun like milk in a huge bowl of cereal. Wind whipped at her, catching her white cotton peasant gown and billowing it out behind her. What am I doing here?

  Before she had time to consider an answer, a roar boomed from overhead. She turned to see a huge dragon land behind her, his massive wings folding down against his back. His scales were rigid, overlapping, save one spot on his chest, where a large brilliant diamond replaced a scale. She stood, slowly backing away from the massive beast.

  “Good boy…nice boy…no need to get excited,” she cooed at the dragon. Why am I talking to it like it’s a puppy? Her foot almost stepped back into the void, but she caught herself at the last moment. Glancing back, the cliff fell off into clouds miles below. A deep throaty growl snapped her head back.

  The dragon advanced towards her slowly, it’s thick hard tail between it’s legs. Wait…that’s not a tail!

  “Hey! Put on your seatbelt!” Dragon said as he jostled Iyesha out of her dream. His hands went back to the control stick in front of him.

  “Uurf!” Iyesha grunted, wiping her face and sitting up in the co-pilot’s seat. That’s one to save for the therapist. Her h
ands groggily went to her restraints and she buckled herself in. She glanced over at Dragon, the large diamond in his ear twinkling as the plane plunged down through a cloud bank.

  Emerging through it, Iyesha caught her first sights of Tahiti in the dying dusk. Evening was about to set in, and the island’s outer perimeter was lit up with street lamps, house lights, and traffic. The inner core of the island was dark, a wilderness refuge. She could see the airport coming in quickly, a long strip of lights beckoning them in.

  Dragon finished his verbal checks with the control tower and made the final descent. The landing gear unfolded below the plane. He confidently led the jet down towards the strip, touching down with the lightest of bumps. Lights and hangars zipped past until the brakes kicked in, slowing the jet to let it complete it’s trip at the end of the runway.

  “There’s only one airport in Tahiti, and it ain’t private. So there is gonna be a crowd. Security will make sure there’s a path to the car,” Dragon said, leading the jet to a large hangar. A crowd was forming inside, being held back by a line of security guards. Dragon motioned towards the growing crowds, “Someone bribes someone at the airport, finds out where a VIP is comin’ in, then puts the info on the web. Makes it hard to get around sometimes.” The jet finished pulling into the hangar and Dragon began turning off the engines and other jet systems.

  Iyesha unbuckled herself and stood, stretching. She stifled a yawn, rubbed her eyes, and walked out of the cockpit. Back in the lounge area, she remembered her purse. I think I left it on the bar. It wasn’t on the bar, but glancing behind the bar revealed it. It lay flopped open, amid a pile of glass and opened cabinets. I wonder how much that turbulence cost? She hoped that priceless cognac back in the bedroom fared better than these bottles. Wiping broken glass off her purse, she picked it up. It felt a little heavier, but she had been without it for almost a day.

  “You ready to go?” Dragon asked, walking into the lounge. “Security is ready. Just walk straight to the car and get in.”

  “Are you really going to give me advice on walking now? I’ve managed my whole life without you, so I think I can handle a twenty second walk to a car,” Iyesha responded curtly. She closed her purse and threw it over one shoulder.

  “Aight girl, you right, you right,” Dragon responded with a smile. His hand hit a button on at the wall panel and the door to the jet slid to the side. “Showtime!”

  Iyesha joined Dragon as they walked down the staircase. The air of the hangar was warm, scented by a refreshing coastal breeze that you can only get in the deep Pacific. The second thing Iyesha noticed was the throng of humanity that crowded in this hangar. It hadn’t looked like much from the cockpit, but clearly the crowd had surged in the past few minutes. The cheers, cries and yelps were deafening.

  “Dragon!”

  “Ay’ yo’ Dragon!”

  “He’s so hot!”

  Then the camera flashes began. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Iyesha was blinded by a wall of white strobing light as the paparazzi and photogs in the crowd unleashed hell. She put up her hand to block the flashes and nearly stumbled into a row of security guards holding the crowd back. She felt a strong hand grab her arm.

  “Not a good place for a nap,” Dragon said, steadying her and leading her through the tunnel of security towards the waiting limo. He opened the door for her, pushed her in roughly and hopped in behind her. “Let’s go, Syd.”

  “Yes, sir,” the driver responded.

  Iyesha sat up in her seat and began to look around the interior of the stretch limo when the door flew open, light and camera flashes flooding in. As the door closed behind him, Maxwell took a seat on the far row of seats. “Good evening, Dragon. Ms. Barnes. I trust you had a safe and uneventful flight.”

  Iyesha couldn’t help but pick up on an accusatory tone in Maxwell’s voice. The limo pulled out of the hangar as security separated the crowd to let it pass. Soon they were on a dark expressway that circled the island, the bright moon above adding to the glow of the streetlamps.

  Sighing, Dragon leaned back and closed his eyes. “What’s up Max? Can’t this wait until tomorrow? I ain’t in no mind for business.”

  “Unfortunately this can’t really wait. There are two things I had to bring to your attention tonight. First, I booked you an appearance at the Tulassa tomorrow night.”

  “Just an appearance? Fine. Fuck it.”

  “Well, it would go a long way if you got up on stage,” Maxwell said.

  “Vay Cay Shun, motherfucker. Do you know what that means? It means no gigs, no performances, no interviews,” Dragon said, his temper getting the better of him.

  “Look Andre, it’s a great opportunity to get some positive press. You’re about to release a mixtape and some club video going viral would help that a lot.”

  “Ok, ok. I’ll get up on stage and do a few tracks. Now just please let me relax.”

  “Uhh, there’s the second thing. Lil Buck is here too.”

  Dragon opened his eyes and looked right at Maxwell. His jaw muscles pulsed as he clenched his jaw. “What’s he doing here?”

  Whoa, who the hell is Lil Buck? “Who the hell is Lil Buck?” Iyesha asked. She looked from Dragon to Maxwell, and neither seemed to hear her question.

  “He’s just some wannabe,” Dragon muttered. “He thinks he can make a name for himself by calling me out and fucking with me. He ain’t shit.”

  “Oh, then who cares? Don’t worry, if he messes with you I’ll kick his ass,” Iyesha said, smiling over at Dragon. Dragon began to smile back, but quickly looked away.

  Maxwell passed a suspicious eye over both of them, then went on. “Ms. Barnes, the important thing here is that you stay with Dragon at all times. See to his needs, and do not try to contact anyone or share information on social media.”

  “Kinda hard because you took my phone back in Dallas…” Iyesha muttered.

  “Your contract holds whether you are using your phone or someone else’s. And do not share your itinerary with anyone else.”

  “Yeah, leaks are your job,” Dragon said to Maxwell, accusingly.

  Maxwell frowned back at Dragon and shook his head. The limo stopped in front of a massive glass facade building. “Looks like we’re here. The concierge will help you to your room, Ms. Barnes. I’ll send someone for you at 7am. Get some rest, Dragon.” Maxwell opened the door and stepped out, walking through the hotel door.

  Iyesha got out next, gaping upwards at the front of the immaculate hotel, the sign bearing a single letter: Y. A hand on her ass pushed her forward, giving a little squeeze before Dragon emerged behind her.

  “Nice, ain’t it? I’m part owner, and for the time being it’s the tallest building between Australia and LA. Some Dubai players are putting up a bigger one in the Virgin Islands next year.”

  “What does the “Y” stand for?”

  “Nothing.”

  “No really, what’s it stand for?”

  “Really, nothing. It doesn’t stand for shit. It’s just named that so people think about it,” Dragon said, letting his hands rest on Iyesha’s hips. “Let’s head inside.”

  Iyesha walked into the hotel lobby and looked up at the crystal chandelier overhead. Dragon walked past her to the bank of elevators.

  “Let’s go, girl.”

  “But I have to find out about my room,” Iyesha said, motioning towards the concierge.

  Dragon walked up to Iyesha and slipped his arms around her. His mouth bent down to her ear. “You’re stayin’ in my room tonight.”

  “Just tonight?” Iyesha asked, mockingly offended. She let the back of her hand brush against the front of his pants. She smiled at the growl that came from his lips.