Ranger Trent (Shifter Nation: Werebears Of Acadia Book 2)

by Meg Ripley

  “I guess that means I need your shirt, Liv,” he whispered.

  “Don't call me that,” she replied automatically, but still she moved from her chair.

  Christian swallowed hard as Olivia stood before him. His eyes flamed with desire but she could see something else dawning there, too, and she looked at him quizzically.

  “Dean called you 'Liv' and you didn't object,” he began as his hands reached for the hem of her shirt.

  He paused there, obviously giving her one more chance to change her mind but she didn't move. Christian lifted her shirt's hem slowly, leaning forward to press his lips against the skin he had exposed. He raised the hem higher and his lips traveled upward, too.

  “You want him,” he told her, his lips still pressed gently against her.

  Perhaps it was because of her limited experience, but somehow it seemed wrong to blatantly lie in her current position, so she remained silent as his lips set her body on fire.

  “He wants you, too, you know?” Christian continued. “He's wanted you for so long, Olivia. You have no idea what he'd give to be where I'm sitting right now.”

  Olivia shook her head in objection. She had no idea why Christian was telling her such things...some strange sort of foreplay? But, she definitely didn't believe a word he was saying.

  He distracted her then, standing abruptly, having reached as high as the shirt would go before exposing her breasts. As soon as he was on his feet, the hem of her shirt continued upward swiftly. Her large breasts sprang free as her arms moved upward, Christian pulling the shirt over her head and off her arms.

  “God, you're gorgeous,” he groaned.

  And then his hands were on her quickly, cupping her full breasts as he moved to take one nipple in his mouth. She moaned softly in response, the arousal coursing throughout her body settling between her legs.

  Olivia reached for him, her hands tugging at his shirt, and he moved to let her pull it over his head. Her fingers grazed along his heated skin and he groaned louder, releasing her breasts and pulling her hard against him. His mouth moved to cover hers; he was just a hair's width away.

  “Oh, hell no!” a deep, husky, so-familiar voice startled Olivia.

  “I kept my hands off her for years, Christian. You do not get her all to yourself,” Dean whispered harshly.

  Olivia's arms fell to her sides, stunned by the unexpected intrusion, and Christian released his hold on her, a smirk on his face. Dean moved quickly, crossing the room before either of them could respond. His hands moved to grasp Olivia's wrists, lifting her arms above her head and backing her up the few steps to the wall behind her. His eyes met hers and her mouth gaped open at the fire she found blazing there. He took advantage right then, his mouth coming down hard on hers; his tongue demanding immediate entry into the warmth of her mouth.

  Olivia struggled against his hold on her wrists, not wanting him to stop, but rather needing to touch him, to run her hands along the firm, sexy body she'd fantasized about for years. His groan was guttural, almost inhuman, when Olivia's tongue moved to meet his own.

  It was a long moment before he came up for air, but finally, “You've driven me crazy since you were sixteen years old,” his husky whisper was filled with long pent-up arousal. “I've seen the way you've looked at me, and God, how I've wanted you. I don't give a damn if I burn in hell for it; I have to have you, Liv.”

  He took a step backward, pulling her with him before releasing his grasp on her wrists. His hands trailed down her arms and stopped once he reached her full breasts; he lingered there, his fingers outlining their sides. It was so unreal, Olivia's head was spinning. She gasped then; Dean's hands moved to her breasts, cupping them firmly while his thumbs moved back and forth across her nipples. She'd never been more aroused in her life. And then she felt something else; Christian's hands were at her wide hips, his fingers hooking into the sides of her shorts and slowly pulling them down over her ass, past her ample thighs, leaving her smooth pussy fully exposed to Dean's view. Christian slipped the shorts off her feet and then she felt his hand wedge in between her thighs from behind, encouraging her to spread her legs open. She complied easily, so aroused that she doubted she'd have the will to resist anything either of these men wanted at the moment.

  His hand moved higher, slowly working his way to her entrance. Dean watched as Christian spread her lips open, sliding a finger along her wet slit. His teasing was driving her wild and she writhed, trying to force his finger to do more. He obliged seconds later, plunging two fingers deep inside her. Olivia moaned, but Dean's mouth was there, kissing her with a fervor she'd never before experienced.

  Her hands moved to his shoulders, but the fabric there frustrated her. He recognized her vexation quickly, moving to grab the hem of his shirt, and yanked it off over his head.

  “Oh God,” she breathed, realizing that he was even more magnificent now than he had been years ago.

  Her fingers trailed along his shoulders, his arms, his broad chest and his firm, rippling abs before the waist of his jeans prevented her further descent. Dean's hands returned to her body, one hand squeezing her breasts while the other found the aching bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. He touched her gently at first, obviously enjoying watching her body writhe and buck in response. But then his speed picked up, rubbing her faster and faster, as Christian's fingers continued to thrust in and out of her pussy from behind. Olivia had never reached an orgasm so fast in her life, but she felt it building quickly. Her moans grew louder and her fingers clawed against Dean's back.

  “I'm going to come, Dean,” her eyes meeting his then, the sensations of her orgasm enhanced tenfold by the fiery glint in his vivid, green eyes.

  Christian slipped out of her pussy as her spasms subsided, letting his slick fingers glide along the inside of her soft thighs, leaving them glistening with her wetness in his wake. Dean turned her around then, guiding her gently to the chair she'd occupied through the poker game and pressed her down by her shoulders. He knelt in front of her, spreading her legs wide. She felt completely exposed, seeing both Dean and Christian staring at her womanhood with a hungry look in their eyes; the erotic exhibition shot her arousal sky high.

  Dean found the dewy trail Christian had left and his lips kissed her thighs there, following the path upward. His tongue darted out, teasing her lips and she clenched against the tidal wave of pleasure that rushed low in her belly. She watched as Christian unzipped the fly of his jeans, pulling them off as his rock hard cock sprang free. He was next to her a second later, his dick just an inch away from her mouth. She opened to take him in, and at the same time, Dean's tongue plunged inside her, thrusting deep before withdrawing and plunging in once again. Olivia moaned as Christian's cock slid into her mouth, the vibrations from her sounds making him groan, gritting his teeth. His fingers laced in the hair at the back of her head, guiding her movements as he fucked her mouth slowly.

  His speed increased as the thrusting tempo of Dean's tongue inside her accelerated, but suddenly, Dean's tongue slid out of her. Olivia whimpered around Christian's cock at the loss. Dean's fingers filled her a moment later, assuaging the emptiness. But, this time something was different: his fingers were seeking out her G-spot, and when he found it, she almost jumped out of the chair at the intensity of the sensation. He rubbed her there, his speed increasing languidly as the exquisite pressure built within her.

  In his fervor, Christian thrust hard and the head of his cock reached the back of Olivia's throat. The tightness he found there sent him over the edge, withdrawing his member to watch as he shot his hot release all over her chest. Olivia's hands moved to her breasts, testing the feel of her slick flesh beneath her fingers as Dean increased his pace. Christian's hands were on top of hers almost instantly, guiding her movements once again. The slippery, sensual massage was enough to send her over the edge; she screamed as an orgasm unlike any she'd ever experienced before soaked her completely.

  Dean stood then, tasting her wetness on
his fingers. Olivia was on her knees seconds later, her hands coming out quickly to reach for the fly of his jeans, eye level from her position. Her mouth began to water.

  “I want to feel you in my mouth, Dean,” she breathed as she tugged his jeans down quickly.

  Her lips were there, her tongue darting out to tease the head of his massive cock. She lingered for a moment, enjoying the way his hips thrust forward as he groaned loudly. But she didn't torment him for long, sliding him into her mouth, struggling to take in every inch she could manage before sliding back until just the tip remained between her lips. She continued sliding his erection in and out of her mouth slowly, savoring the feeling of his hard length.

  Olivia could see movement from the corner of her eye, but she didn't realize what Christian was up to until she felt his hands on her hips from behind, urging her to lean forward as Dean moved to sit in the chair she'd occupied just a few minutes before. She moved with him, refusing to let his cock slip from between her lips, her mouth bobbing up and down on him as Christian's cock began to press against her wet folds. She moaned loudly as he entered her, sliding so slowly that her body was both enthralled and frustrated by his pace. She pushed back against him, forcing him deeper inside her. She moaned as his speed increased, thrusting backward to meet him.

  “It’s my turn now, Liv,” Dean groaned huskily, reaching beneath her arms to guide her off of Christian.

  He pulled her on top of him in one swift movement, lowering her down onto his enormous cock slowly. Olivia experienced a brief moment of panic, worried that he was simply too big for her, but she was so wet that he slid inside her easily. He filled every inch of her; it was the most incredible sensation she'd ever experienced. He stilled, giving her a chance to adjust to his girth before thrusting in and out of her slowly. His eyes met hers as his tempo increased.

  “I've imagined you like this countless times...” his husky whisper sent tremors of pleasure coursing through her veins.

  She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his, knowing they would part for her as her tongue darted out to find his. He groaned and thrust faster and already Olivia could feel yet another orgasm building within her. She wrapped her legs around him, giving her the leverage she needed to meet his thrusts. Her moans turned to muffled screams against Dean's lips as he fucked her fiercely. She felt fingers against her clit, and didn't know who they belonged to—and she didn't care, because just seconds later, her back arched and she started to come yet again, her orgasm resonating throughout every inch of her body. Before the ripples of her climax had subsided, Dean thrusted into her pussy one last time, shooting his hot release deep inside her.

  Olivia collapsed against his broad, bare chest, breathing heavily as her body sought to recover from the most intense sex in her life. Dean didn't seem in any hurry to move either, his fingers moving lightly along her back.

  In the quiet aftermath, Olivia heard the muffled sounds of voices moving slowly toward the barn. She recognized the voices of the men from earlier, along with a few others. No doubt they were reassembling for another late night round of poker. She stood quickly, instantly feeling empty, but looking around for her clothing frantically, nonetheless. Dean moved to stand, but Christian waved him off, already sliding into his jeans and heading for the door with his T-shirt in hand.

  “Take it easy. I'll go,” he reassured them. “I'm sure the two of you have some catching up to do.” He grinned at Olivia. “I told you he wanted you, Liv.”

  “Don't call me that,” she said instinctively, as Dean pulled her back down on his lap. A light blush spread across her cheeks, remembering the last time she'd said that to Christian and he'd so easily figured out her secret—which was obviously no longer a secret.

  She turned her head, looking up to thank Christian for handling the group outside, but her movement left her neck exposed to Dean. Her thanks came out as a breathless moan as he leaned forward to kiss along the length of her neck. Christian's eyes swept along her naked body one last time before he opened the barn door, closing it quickly behind him to block out the on-comers' view.

  Olivia heard his voice outside, making some excuse to deter the poker group, but she tuned out of the conversation quickly as Dean leaned her back on the table gently, continuing his trail of kisses down over her collarbone and across the upper swells of her breasts. By the time his tongue darted out to tease her nipple, she'd completely forgotten about the scene taking place outside. And when she felt his cock—hard again already—pressing against her, she forgot that anything else existed but the man she'd fantasized about for so many years.

  THE END

  Wrangled By Two Cowboys

  "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. Drop dead."

  Patrick reached forward carefully and withdrew the glass from in front of Nixie, pulling out the picks she had thrown into it with each exclamation.

  "Honey, it's lovely that you have reached the point of aggravation and, apparently, intoxication at which you feel free to express your emotions, but you are using up all of my little plastic swords and I need those for my sissy mixed drinks."

  Nixie sighed and slumped down onto the bar, resting her head on her folded arms and squeezing her eyes shut against the tears that had been threatening them since she sat down. She actually wasn't drunk. She wished she was because it would probably help her get through the night more easily, but the drink that she filled with picks had only been her second and Patrick had confiscated it before she was able to take more than a sip.

  "What's wrong with me, Patrick?" Nixie asked, lifting her head from her arms and digging her fingers back through her hair.

  "Nothing's wrong with you. You have completely legit reasons to be upset right now. Your boyfriend broke up with you because he said he needed to work on himself and wasn't ready to make any major commitments and then got engaged three weeks later to your former college roommate who, incidentally, introduced the two of you in the first place, and they are having their joint bachelor-slash-bachelorette party tonight."

  "Thank you for that rambling run-on sentence of a recap."

  Patrick tilted his head and looked into the distance like he was going back over what he had just said.

  "No, that was actually completely grammatically correct. Wordy as hell, perhaps, but grammatically correct."

  There was a loud cheer from the small private room at the back of the bar and Nixie rolled her eyes, sagging back down onto the bar.

  "I guess he could have been more tactful than to hold the party at the bar he knows you have gone to every single Friday night for the last five years," Patrick said, glancing over at the room and then back at Nixie, "Speaking of which, why are you still here?"

  "I am showing how positive and strong I am, and that he can't get me down," she replied, not bothering to lift her head from her arms.

  "Yeah," he said, sounding unconvinced, "You show them, girl." Nixie felt him pet the back of her head awkwardly, "Not that this whole situation you've got going on here isn't effective, but do you know what would really make an impact on Bryan?"

  "What?"

  "Dancing with someone like that delicious piece of man candy that has been eyeing you for the last hour."

  Nixie raised her head to look at Patrick.

  "How many times have I asked you not to use that phrase? It makes me uncomfortable." She turned around to look in the same direction as Patrick, "Damn."

  "I told you. Man candy."

  Nixie turned back to Patrick.

  "Where the hell did he come from?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder at the gorgeous man across the bar.

  "I don't know, but he's looking at you. Maybe he's looking at me." Patrick struck what Nixie could only assume was meant to be a subtly sexy pose, held it for a few seconds, and then relaxed again, "No, definitely you."

  "Great. I've had an audience for my emotional breakdown."

  Patrick suddenly picked up a rag and started randomly wiping down any surface he could r
each without moving from his spot.

  "I don't think that's why he's been looking at you. Perk up, Fancy, he's on his way over here."

  "What?" Nixie half-shrieked, half-whispered, but before Patrick could respond, she felt someone step up beside her.

  She glanced up and saw the man from across the bar standing close to her, gazing down at her with eyes the color of chocolate and lips that looked like they were just as sweet.

  "Hi," he said and the smooth, silky rumble of his voice rolled through her like thunder.

  "Hi."

  "Is there anyone sitting here?"

  He rested his hand on the back of the barstool beside her and Nixie shook her head.

  "No."

  "Can I join you?"

  There was a strange yip sound from Patrick and Nixie looked over to see him suddenly extremely invested in cleaning and arranging the glasses in the ceiling racks that likely hadn't been touched in several years.

  "Absolutely," she said, turning back to the man.

  He settled his denim-clad body onto the barstool beside her and looked at Patrick.

  "Is he ok?"

  Nixie let out a long breath.

  "He's fine. He's just not very good at his job."

  Patrick shot her a disgusted glance over his shoulder and the man beside her laughed.

  "I'm Damian," he said, extending his hand to Nixie.

  "Nixie," she said, tucking her hand into his.

  He didn't so much shake her hand as give it a gentle squeeze and Nixie felt a flutter in her belly.

  "So what are you doing sitting here all alone tonight?"

  There was another cheer from the private room and Nixie cringed.

  "They're pretty loud, huh?"

  "That is an engagement party for my former college roommate," she started.

  "Shouldn't you be in there, then?"

  "And my ex-boyfriend."

  "Ah. Well, that's uncomfortable."