Saddled Bearback (BBW Shifter Cowboy Romance) (Bear Ranchers Book 2)

by Becca Fanning

  I crumpled the note, my eyes tearing up. I threw it into the garbage. I felt like a fool for letting myself think there was something there. I took my bottle of tequila off the top of my refrigerator and poured a shot. Down it went, fire and regret all rolled into one. I poured another and tossed it back, not nearly as hot as the first.

  Then I realized, he wanted me to behave like this. This was what he did. He and that skinny bitch Heidi were probably laughing at this very minute. My friends in college always told me that I had a temper when I drank, but this was different.

  I was sick of being the victim. I was sick of letting everything happen to me. It was time Cynthia did something. I was going to give Dom a piece of my mind. But not next week. Right this moment.

  After I do one more shot.

  —

  “Keep the change,” I said, handing the cab driver a twenty and steadying myself against the car for a second. What was I thinking? This was stupid. I walked up onto the curb and the cab pulled away. Well, the ships are burned, so I might as well make the best of this mission.

  The massive brick building in front of me must’ve formally been a factory or warehouse. These buildings were all being repurposed into chic loft condos. I bet Dom’s place had vaulted ceilings and exposed brick. I loved exposed brick.

  I pushed the menu button on the intercom system at his front door. I scrolled through the names until I found his. I punched his number and the machine dialed. This wasn’t what I had in mind. I thought I’d surprise him at his door, catch him off guard while I lay into him about how low he was.

  “Umm…hello?” a voice said through the intercom.

  “Umm, hello? Is that all you have to say for yourself?” I said, trying to pump myself up. “I found your little note. I’m here to give you a piece of my mind!”

  A click was followed by a dial tone. He’d hung up. Coward. Well, it wasn’t face to face, but it was still satisfying in its own way. And I was also partly relieved that it was over.

  The buzz from the door unlocking made me jump a foot into the air. He was letting me in? Befuddled, I grabbed the door and went inside. My feet carried me down a long hallway lined with old pipes that were purely decoration now.

  I got to Dom’s door. I knocked. I heard someone walk up to the other side of it. But Dom didn’t open the door.

  “Seems a strange choice to chicken out now,” I said, feeling some of my bravado come back to me. “Grow a pair and open up.”

  “Oh, I’ve got a pair,” a voice said as the door swung open. The man standing in front of me wasn’t Dom, though. Tall and blonde with golden eyes, he was dripping wet and had a towel wrapped around his six pack. “I just don’t know who you are.”

  “Umm…sorry. I…I think I made a mistake,” I said.

  “Do you do that often?” he said, his head cocking to the side.

  “Make mistakes?” I said.

  He laughed loudly. “No, dear. We all make mistakes. I meant apologize for no reason. I assume from your reaction that you weren’t expecting me to answer the door.”

  “Yes,” I said, my pulse beginning to race. His short blonde hair was spiky from the shower he must’ve jumped out of.

  “Well, Dom would be upset with me if I turned away a guest, even a potentially violent one. Please enter, but know that I’m also a guest,” he said, then walked back into the apartment.

  I followed him in, closing the door behind me. “I’m sorry for disturbing you,” I said. I saw him walk through the loft back towards a bathroom.

  “There you go again, apologizing for no need,” he said. “Just give me a moment to rinse this shampoo out. Make yourself at home.” He didn’t bother closing the bathroom door, and I got a good eyeful of his chiseled ass as he stepped back into the shower.

  After picking my jaw up from off the floor, I looked around the loft. The first Shifter home I’d ever been inside was more normal than I expected. No animal skins, no large potted trees. I didn’t know why I expected those, but I had. The only thing out of the ordinary was a large log suspended from the ceiling by a massive iron link chain. The log had huge claw marks running through it, and the floor beneath it was covered in chunks of wood.

  I ran my fingers against the log. Most of the claw marks were a foot higher than I could reach on my tiptoes. I knew Shifters got larger when they changed, but this was a thousand pounds of solid proof.

  “Mind the mess,” the man said as he came back out of the bathroom wearing a pair of jeans. They were unbuttoned at the top, giving a glimpse of a treasure trail leading from his belly button all the way down.

  “I-“ I said as I turned, my hand running down the log. A huge splinter drove into my palm. “Eeee!”

  The man ran over. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry,” he said soothingly. “I’m going to hold your wrist steady while I pull it out.”

  “It really hurts!” I said, averting my eyes from my hand. I felt immense pressure as his big strong hand closed around my wrist. I couldn’t move my hand if my life depended on it. His other arm moved in a flash. I felt a pinch, then nothing.

  “All done,” he said. He walked back to the bathroom to dispose of the splinter. He came back with a bandage and my hand was no worse for wear. “I think this is a first,” he said.

  “A first for what?” I said.

  “I’ve caused you a wound and mended you, all before knowing who you are or what your name is,” he said. “My name is Catharn.”

  “I’m Cynthia,” I said.

  His mouth fell open slightly. “Cynthia. Oh,” he said.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Catharn,” I said, putting aside his reaction for the moment. “Is that a…Shifter name?”

  “It is. Dom has been trying to convince me to choose a different one. Names for us are different. They’re…what’s the word? Supplemental.” He brought back a broom and dustpan from the closet and swept the floor under the log. “Between Shifters we learn more from each other’s presence than by exchanging sounds.”

  “I had never thought of that,” I said. “You probably have heightened senses. Smells, tastes. Stuff like that.”

  “Yes,” he said. “Scents and body language tell you much more than words ever would,” he said, putting the broom back in the closet. “There, that’s better.”

  “Does it work on humans?” I said.

  “Of course. Your words are level, but I can sense your trepidation mixed with excitement and,” he paused, “arousal.”

  I felt my cheeks go flush.

  “I’ve embarrassed you,” Catharn said. “Dom said I had to be careful about the words I choose. He’s been integrated into human society for decades. This is still my first year among you. Your social etiquettes are still like quicksand for me. I am sorry.”

  “It’s nothing,” I said, swallowing.

  “You are thirsty. Please,” he said, motioning me towards the kitchen. He pulled a bottled water from the fridge and handed it to me. He took another for himself and we sat down on stools.

  “Thank you,” I said, taking a drink. “So, where is Dom?”

  “He is doing a private session tonight,” he said.

  I looked down at the tabletop. “Heidi, I’m guessing.” I sighed.

  “No, it’s a company group,” he said. “That Heidi made Dom uncomfortable. He did not lust for her, but it was as if she were in heat, needing him to mount her,” he said casually.

  I spat water out all over the tabletop. “Excuse me,” I said, getting a hand towel from the counter and wiping it up.

  “Ahh, yes. It is inappropriate to discuss sex in such open terms. Then let me just say she was enamored of him, but he did not feel the same way of her,” Catharn said.

  “No?” I said, surprised. “I figured she was his type.”

  Catharn laughed. “She was skin and bones. Her breasts were like two knots of wood,” he said, then his smile faded and he looked ashamed. “I am ruining this conversation.”

  “Quite the contrary,” I
said, leaning forward and patting him on the hand. I smiled at him and he smiled back. “I suppose you’re wondering why I’m here.”

  “I’m more curious as to why you brought the war path to Dom’s door,” Catharn said.

  “I’m also one of his students,” I said.

  “You were one of his students,” he said.

  It was my turn to tilt my head. “Exactly right. How did you know that?”

  “He’s spoken of you,” Catharn said. “He missed you. He felt that you had slipped through his claws. Fingers. Slipped through his fingers.”

  “Oh,” I said. I wasn’t expecting that answer. My stomach was doing flips, confused and excited all at the same time.

  “But why did you come here with anger in your heart?” he said.

  “I…” I said, then looked away. “I misunderstood something and took it personally. I made something out of nothing. I guess it was just another mistake. Another mistake in a long line of them.”

  Catharn’s big hand closed over mine, holding it warmly. “You humans have a wonderful society, truly. But the way you torture yourselves over your feelings is a mystery to me. Would you like to lay with him?”

  My mouth fell open.

  “We both know the answer to that, even if you cannot speak it,” he said, standing up and looking down at me. “Would you like to lay with me?”

  “I…” I said, my mind spinning. My body reacted to his words in a primal base fashion. Decency wouldn’t let me answer, wouldn’t let me put words to the truth we both knew. I felt myself get wet at the thought of this huge stud. I imagined what that body could do. I bit my lip.

  “Again, we both know the truth,” he said, his voice taking on a low rumble deep from his chest. “And I have a burning need for you.”

  The sound flicked some kind of switch in my mind. His voice, his eyes, his massive presence, his clean scent. I leapt up from my chair and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled his face down to me and kissed him.

  His hands wrapped around my body, pulling me tightly against him and crushing the air from my lungs. His body still held onto a whisper of moisture, and it added a hot glow between our bodies. His jeans were like a taut canvas between us, a sail to carry us away.

  I delighted in the press of his lips against mine. It had been a very long time since a man had kissed me like this. There was something calm and brooding about him, at the same time mixed with predatory danger. I inhaled, smelling the clean fragrance of his skin. There was a very subtle hint of masculine sweat, evidence of the exercise I’d almost interrupted. “Do you want me?” I said.

  “I do,” he said, the rumble reverberating through our bodies. His mouth attacked mine, his lips pressing down on mine. His tongue sought entrance, and I could not deny it. Inward in swept, conquering my mouth and claiming it for his own. Our tongues danced, smooth and rough and hot and wet. He moaned into my mouth, a primal declaration of his need.

  “Do you need me?” I said, breaking off our kiss.

  Two golden eyes locked onto mine, not letting me go. He inhaled deeply. “I can smell your need, Cynthia. Your body readies itself for me. If you were a Shifter, you could smell my need as well. Soon enough you will see it. Feel it. Taste it,” he said. “But this is already too many words.” He lifted me off my feet and sat me on the tabletop.

  “Oh!” I gasped as he set me on the table like a doll. I knew he was strong: that was obvious. But I was unprepared for such a clear demonstration. No one had ever picked me up like that. My pussy throbbed with anticipation as I considered what an entire body that powerful would do. This wasn’t going to be another night with the vibrator. “Have you always been this strong?” I said, watching him move with careful deliberation. I could see the sinews of his muscles twitch, his veins pump with excitement.

  “Too many words,” he said, his mouth returning to my body. His lips traced their way down my neck. Kissing. Nibbling. Licking.

  His massive hulking presence, his strong virile scent and my need to have him inside me all triggered something inside me. I tilted my head back, offering my neck to him in submission. I felt his teeth press against my neck, and I had to fight an instinct to flee. A purely prey reaction, but the adrenaline made my heart race and made me need him more.

  His teeth pulled away from my neck as he went lower. He pulled the straps of my top off my shoulders and my bra followed. My breasts were free to the cool air of the loft for but a moment before his mouth descended to them.

  “Oh God,” I moaned, my eyes closing so I could concentrate on what his mouth was doing.

  His stubble scratched it’s way down my cleavage until he seized one of my breasts in his hand, pinning the flesh in place. His mouth closed over the top of the nipple, and his tongue flicked at it’s hostage in wonderful agony. He alternated this with long laps against the hardened point, savoring my ample bosom. He grunted hungrily and pressed his body down against mine, putting me on my back.

  I moaned, my legs lifting up and wrapping around his hips to draw him closer. I ground my soaking pussy against the engorged python in his pants. I could feel it snaked down one leg of his jeans, pulsing with every beat of his heart. He shifted and his hard shaft pressed down against my clit through our clothes. I let out a whimper. My heels pressed down against his jeans, hoping to pull them off in futile frustration. I needed him inside me! “Take off your pants.”

  “Too. Many. Words,” he grunted in between his attacks on my breast.

  “Too many clothes!” I said, trying to grind my hips against his huge cock.

  “You’re a little minx,” he said, standing upright. His hands went to his jeans, and he slowly unbuttoned the rest of the fly. I saw the base of his cock, nestled in a thin clump of blonde hairs. The pale shaft extended downward, finally leading to a bulbous purple crown. The end glistened in his pre-cum, an enticement and a promise of things to come. “Now I’m going to mount-“ he began.

  I sat up and took him into my mouth, his salty musk filling mouth. I looked up into his eyes, opened wide with surprise. His mouth alighted in a smile and he ran his hands through his own hair. “Too many words,” I said, then went back to sucking his cock. My lips wrapped around him, his soft skin encasing a rod of steel. His manhood was magnificent and I enjoyed the feeling of it pinning my tongue against the bottom of my mouth as I lowered my head towards his lap.

  “Oh,” he moaned, his head going back and his eyes closing. He put a hand on the back of my head, his fingers twisting into my hair. He pressed my head down, his cock pushing its way down my throat.

  I relaxed, letting this strange sensation fill my throat. I couldn’t hear or see anything, I could only feel him and taste him. Then he pulled my head up, a long bridge of spit reaching from my lips to his prick. I gasped, breathing in before my hand pushed my head back to fulfill its duty.

  I heard a groan, but it wasn’t from Catharn. I looked to my right and saw Dom. He was at the entry to the kitchen, his golden eyes fixated on us. His olive skin glimmered with the sweat of his recent yoga session. His workout bag lay near his feet. His right hand was slowly stroking his long cock as it hung semi-erect. His golden eyes locked onto mine. “Hello Cynthia. I see you’ve met Catharn.” He slowly sauntered up to us.

  “She is just as your described, friend,” Catharn said. “Doesn’t she smell delicious?”

  His words sent a tingle through me. To be talked about like a piece of meat. To be desired by two lustful Shifter studs like these…a girl could only take so much teasing. “Are we…”

  “We are a generous sharing people, Cynthia,” Dom said grinning. “We’re both going to take you. We’re both going to mount you. Fuck you. Rut with you like beasts in the wilderness. Then you will be ours.” He peeled off his sweaty clothes, his body tense with sexual power and heady with musk. His brown hairs curled tightly against his body from head to toe. His balls hung low, heavy stones full of seed.