by Cara Adams
She set her spoon down while she thought. “Maybe look around the wider area first. That way I’d get a feel for your land and your heritage. Then we can spend time walking and looking at nearer-by things later.”
“Have you ridden a dirt bike before?” Mason asked her.
“Is this like a motorcycle or one you pedal? I mean, do they have engines? Will I need to know how to drive it?”
“It has an engine, yes, but it’s much lighter than a regular motorcycle and has thick knobby tires so it can go over really rough terrain. If you can ride a regular bike, you’ll be able to ride one, but you do need to remember it has its own power and will run off with you unless you use the brake,” Wade explained.
Adelaide looked hesitant. “I don’t know. It’s a very long time since I last rode a bike. Maybe I should ride with one of you. Can they take a passenger, or not?”
“Yes they can, but they’re not really designed to be used by two people. They have a light frame. Instead of riding somewhere today, why don’t we teach you how to use a dirt bike? You can have a practice around here first and see if you want to go riding tomorrow.” They had all week. Wade wasn’t in a rush to do anything today.
“But where can I practice? I haven’t seen any paved areas around here at all.”
“We’ll use the access track. You’ll have the wheel ruts to follow, and we can both go with you to help you.”
Wade liked Mason’s suggestion. Adelaide seemed hesitant still, but she nodded and then smiled. “I’ll learn a new skill. That should be good.”
“You can wear one of the snowsuits. They’re well padded. That way, if you do fall off, you won’t hurt yourself.”
Adelaide grinned at him. “You’re so kind, Wade.”
Neither he nor Mason usually bothered about wearing a helmet, but they made Adelaide wear one, as well as the snowsuit. Wade even checked that the soles of her boots had good tread on them so her feet wouldn’t slip off the pedals. They all walked the bikes back down the track a little way until they came to a comparatively straight section with a few gentle bends.
They began by showing her how to start and stop, making sure she understood how to turn the handlebars and how to brake. Once they were sure she had her balance and could sit properly on the seat, Wade took his bike to the far end of the section of track and Mason stayed on his bike at the opposite end.
At first she was quite wobbly, wavering across the track and almost tipping herself off when she landed in the deeper ruts. But quickly she got her balance, and then Adelaide sorted out her steering and seldom overcorrected again.
After an hour, Mason pronounced her ready to ride, and they drove several miles along various tracks, ensuring she knew what to do. “Now drive back to the cottage. Watch out for those hairpin bends just before you arrive. You’ll need to take them slowly,” said Mason.
Wade laughed when she said, “I’ll be taking everything slowly. I don’t plan to ruin my perfect record by falling off.”
He and Mason stayed well back, letting her lead and set the pace, but she rode home faultlessly. She was a lot slower than they would normally ride, but it was her first day, and the geography of the area was very new to her. But Wade was confident she’d be fine tomorrow for them to take her wherever they wanted to go.
* * * *
Mason thought Wade had been damn smart planning a meal where they could all sit around the fire, basically cooking it themselves like a campfire or cookout, yet inside the cottage where it was nice and cozy. He and Wade knew each other so well they seldom needed to talk during a joint dungeon scene or BDSM party. But every now and then, like now, he was filled afresh with appreciation for his pack brother and best friend.
The cottage was warm compared to outside, and they stripped down to T-shirts as they sat by the fire cooking and eating, talking and laughing. When she was finished, Adelaide lay back on the rug and held her tummy. “Oh dear, I think I need to run through Detroit airport again, or I won’t be able to fit into my clothing by the end of the week.”
Mason leaned over her and licked a line down her nose. “You don’t need any clothing this week. If you feel cold, Wade and I can warm you up.”
“Will you spank my ass?”
“Have you been naughty?”
“I could be very, very naughty if I thought it would be worth my while.” She rolled onto one elbow and unbuckled Wade’s belt. She looked up at Wade with those wide brown eyes, and Mason’s dick tried to climb out of his jeans. But it wasn’t his turn yet. Or maybe it wasn’t his turn this time. But he knew if he was patient, he would get his turn. Adelaide was a very fair person. She wouldn’t leave either of them hanging.
Wade groaned but then held Adelaide’s hands. “Good as this will be, I don’t think we should waste it. You want to play a cosplay game don’t you, Adelaide?”
She looked surprised but nodded vigorously. “I loved those costumes Ryia bought along to the dungeon that day.”
Wade stood up and zipped himself up and then hurried across the room to his suitcase. He riffled through it and held up a red outfit. “Why don’t you put this on then?”
“What is it?”
Wade didn’t answer, but Mason had seen them and knew. It was very appropriate indeed.
Adelaide took the outfit from him and then laughed. She stripped out of her jeans and T-shirt and dressed in a tiny red dress that was so short it barely covered her panties and plunged so deeply at the neckline her bra was exposed. She took it off again and removed her bra then put it back on, this time pulling the little red hood over her brown hair and brushing her bangs to the side of her face.
Then she put her athletic shoes on and rummaged in the pantry for a few minutes, emerging with a shopping bag with something in it. “Is this Grandma’s house?” she asked.
“Absolutely, but you need to go away before you arrive here.”
“I guessed that. That’s why I put my shoes on.”
She opened the door and went outside.
Mason looked to Wade. It was his idea, so he needed to choose which role he’d play. “I’m Grandma, and I’ll be in bed. You can lead her to the house, Woodcutter.”
It was going to be a bit of a non-traditional version of the story with two of them playing the roles, but they’d figure it out as they went along. He’d already put his boots on and been doing them up, so he finished lacing them and hurried after Adelaide.
Adelaide was standing on the track looking around at the trees. She hadn’t gone very far, just past the first of the hairpin bends.
“Little Red Riding Hood, my precious. What are you doing out in the woods all alone?” he asked.
“Hi, Mr. Woodcutter. I’m on my way to visit Grandma. She’s been ill, and I’m bringing her some cookies.”
“Cookies? I like cookies. May I come with you?”
“Of course.”
He wrapped an arm around her, holding her against his side as they walked back to the cottage. She felt so delicious against his body like that he almost forgot he was supposed to be playing a game until they passed a few delicate little wildflowers.
“Wait on a minute. Why don’t you pick some of these flowers for Grandma?” he suggested.
“That’s a good idea.” She ran over to the flowers and bent from the waist with her back to him, so he saw all her thighs and most of her panties as well. His dick was already hard and didn’t need any more encouragement, but he had to acknowledge she was playing her part excellently.
When they arrived back at the cottage, she knocked on the door and called out, “Grandma, are you home?”
“Oh, Little Red, come inside. I’ve been looking forward to your visit all day,” squeaked Wade in a terrible falsetto.
Adelaide brushed past Mason, rubbing her ass over his dick as she did so. His cock was fully engorged already. She had to know that and was deliberately teasing him.
She hurried over to the bed and kissed Wade on the cheek. “Look, Grandma, I picked you s
ome flowers and brought you some cookies.”
“Oh, Little Red, you’re such a wonderful granddaughter to me,” squeaked Wade, staring down the front of her costume as he took the flowers. Since she’d taken her bra off, Mason knew exactly what Wade was looking at.
They each ate a cookie, and then Adelaide put the flowers in a glass of water. When she went back to the bed, she asked, “Grandma, is there anything I can do to help you?”
“Something is very big and hot. Perhaps you can relieve some of the tension in it for me.”
“Of course, Grandma.”
Wade pushed the bedding down, reveling he was naked apart from his T-shirt. His cock was standing up.
“Grandma, I didn’t know you had one of those.”
“It’s a lollipop, just for you to suck.”
Mason snorted, but Adelaide played along. Kicking her shoes off, she kneeled over his legs and bent to suck his cock.
Mason sat on the bed behind her, smoothing his hand over her ass and stroking the insides of her thighs. She gasped as his fingers teased under the elastic of her panties, but he thought she did a damn good job of concentrating on Wade while he continued to stroke and touch her.
Wade grabbed her hair, lying back and directing her where he wanted her to touch and suck him, still using “Grandma’s” voice, so Mason pushed her little dress up until he could cup her breasts. Her globes filled his hands perfectly, and he stroked and teased her breasts then tugged and tweaked her nipples. Keeping one hand on her breast, he slid the other inside her panties and pressed his index finger into her slit. Damn, she was hot and wet. Her legs were wide apart, and he could finger her everywhere so easily. As well, she was pushing her body back into his hands, encouraging him the whole time, although her mouth was full of Wade’s cock.
Mason let go of her for a moment, unzipped his jeans, and pushed them right down his legs. He was damned if he was stopping to take his boots off, but at least now his dick was free to grow to its fullest extent. It sure as hell wanted inside her wet heat right now. But he had to wait. If he did this right, he’d get her to orgasm on his hands while she sucked Wade.
Mason pulled her panties down to her knees and cupped one hand right over her pussy, pressing three fingers into her cunt, and reached up for the rough patch of skin inside her that should send her wild. He thoroughly wet two fingers of his other hand in her cream and then stroked them over her rosette.
Adelaide shivered under his hands and wiggled her ass, trying to encourage him to penetrate both her front and back together. Instead, he slid a hand up over her breasts again, pinching her nipples with his fingers wet by her own cream. She smelled so erotic, her juices coating his fingers and now smeared onto her nipples as well. Mason breathed deeply, inhaling her scent, memorizing, it, relishing it.
“Fuck yes, Little Red. There. Right there. Oh shit!”
Hearing Wade come galvanized Mason. He pushed two fingers into her ass, finger-fucking her fast and hard with both hands, front and back, knowing he could bring her off very soon. He didn’t even have time to pinch her clit. She shook in his hands, cream coating his fingers, and then sagged on top of Wade. Mason finger-fucked her gently now, to bring her down.
His own dick was very ready to come. Touching her had caused his balls to draw up hard and tight with need. He held her little red dress out of the way, tugging hard and fast on his dick, and then spurted his seed all over her round little ass, branding her as his. His woman. His and Wade’s.
* * * *
Adelaide was satiated and content, but they were all tangled up most uncomfortably on the bed, and she really needed a shower before she could have a nap.
“I need a shower. You’d better let me up.” Adelaide pushed at Mason, who was half on top of her. It’d been damn sexy of him to cover her with cum, but it was drying all sticky, and she needed to get out of the costume and get cleaned up.
“After that, would you like to explore on the dirt bikes a bit?” asked Mason.
She climbed off the bed and pulled the costume over her head. “That would be good. But I want to back here before dark. I’m not good enough to ride in the dark yet.”
“No worries. We’ll make sure we’re back in plenty of time,” said Wade.
“Thanks.”
She smiled at them both and headed into the bathroom. Thanks to the furnace, it wasn’t cold in there, but somehow, the open fire in the main room made everything seem much warmer. Although Mason and Wade had been keeping her extremely warm just as they’d promised.
It had been a touch of genius on Wade’s part to play that particular game. Of course, neither man knew of her unease about their shape-shifter status, but playing at him being the Big Bad Wolf hadn’t given her any worried feelings at all. He was just Wade playing a game, with the most fake female voice imaginable. It’d been fun. She hadn’t been at all fearful as they’d played. She wouldn’t have minded being spanked or whipped though. Maybe next time they’d do that. Maybe she’d even suggest it. Get out the wooden spoon from the kitchen or something to give them a hint.
Adelaide felt a lot more confident now about not falling off the dirt bike, but she dressed in the smaller size snowsuit again anyway, just for some extra padding in case she did take a tumble. After all, this time they wouldn’t be going up and down the track. The men would be taking her through the forest to their favorite places, and she was excited to see the sites that were special to them. She wanted to see this very beautiful land through their eyes.
Wade led them off first, heading out back of the cottage and straight through the forest. She was surprised to see a small barn behind the building but then realized the SUV must have been parked under cover there, and likely the wood pile was in there as well to keep it dry in winter. Nothing was worse than having to dig the woodpile out from under the snow. It made it damn difficult to get a fire going. Not that she’d ever lived out in the country. She was a city girl through and through, but she’d heard people complain often enough that she’d remembered a few facts about the countryside.
To her, the biggest plus factor was the clean, crisp air. Second came the silence and lack of crowds. Both of those would have a downside, however. She suspected midwinter here would be a hell of a lot colder than she was used to. And being snowed in would mean having to ski or snowshoe to get anywhere. She suspected that would be fun for, oh, maybe a week. For the following three months, it would be a pain in the ass.
The trees here were mostly tall, with just a few spindly ones in among them. That meant that they blocked out most of the sky so there wasn’t as much undergrowth and grass as there’d been beside the track and around the cottage. Such big trees meant their roots extended deep underground, so the ride was actually less bumpy than she’d expected. It was rough, but she wasn’t bouncing over tree roots or dodging little bushes very much at all. No wonder these people used dirt bikes. They were an excellent means of getting around on this terrain.
Adelaide was aware they were climbing higher, but it was so gradual that the bike wasn’t finding the climb at all difficult. Besides, she was so busy concentrating on watching what she was doing so she didn’t fall off that she hadn’t looked around much at all. Mostly her gaze was on the land in front of her so she could follow Wade exactly, although she did glance from side to side when the going was straight and smooth.
So when they stopped and turned their bikes off, she was surprised. There weren’t so many trees here. The few trees here were old and massively tall, so she guessed there was more open space because these trees were so old. Likely many trees had died over the years and left the gaps.
“This way.”
Adelaide followed Wade as she’d done all the way so far, with Mason continuing to bring up the rear. She liked the way he was watching over her. She’d never get lost or left behind because he was there to protect her. It was one of the amazing advantages of two men. One to lead and direct the way, the other to ensure she followed safely.
Once they passed through the trees, there was a rocky outcrop ahead of them. “Is this a view? Are we going to look at something?”
“Yes. Hopefully you’ll think it worth the effort to get here. We used to come here and bring a picnic or just to sit and look,” said Mason.
Adelaide scrambled over the rocks, finding it harder than usual to climb in the bulky snowsuit. Also, it was a little too warm to wear exercising like this, but it was a hell of a lot better than falling and not having the nice thick quilting to protect her skin.
She reached the top of the outcrop and stood up straight, walking across to where Wade was standing. They were higher here than the surrounding country, and consequently, even the very tall trees were a long way down the mountainside. Right in the center of the view was a huge lake with blue arms stretching out in many directions as rivers and streams fed into it. The lake was many miles away, but from here, it almost looked as if she could walk to it.
“That’s so beautiful. No wonder you came here a lot. It’s so pretty and peaceful. And it looks so close. It gives the impression you could hike to it quite easily.”
“We used to plan to hike there. We’d talk about taking a tent and a few days’ supplies of food, but of course, it’s a hell of a lot farther than it looks. Also it’s not on our land. This is the edge of our land here,” said Wade.
“Your pack lands are very large. It took us a while to get here.”
“Our people have lived here for over a hundred years. Back then it was more usual for large parcels of land to be available,” Mason said.
“Plus the fact that our people have never wanted to sell off parcels of land to make some money. Every now and then people do move to towns, like Mason and I did. But such people are always welcome to come back. There is still a home for us here should we ever choose to live here.”
“Do you miss it? Would you like to live here?” she asked. Adelaide could understand the pull of home and wanting to be with their own people. Not that it was relevant for her, but then she’d never left the general area of where she was born.
