HOTSHOT BROTHERS: Coyote Shifters

by Hunt, Sabrina

  But her mewling, interspersed with “Ben, oh Ben,” made me take my time. I could wait.

  Soon her leg was shaking, her stance wavering, and I gripped her around the waist. This allowed me to bury my face deeper into her delectable heat. In another second she was clenching hard, knees buckling, and I felt a satisfaction go through me, down to my bones.

  Letting her sink to the floor, I held her while she shattered, watching and enjoying her pleasure just as intensely as she did. The fire threw off heat from the side, but it was nothing compared to the blaze between us.

  Hazel’s skin was slick with sweat and she panted, eyes closed, as she came down from her intense bliss. It was so unbelievably sexy. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to do it all night.

  “Wow,” she murmured, opening her eyes and sitting up a little. “You’re…you’re good.”

  “Thank you.” I tried not to smirk as I reached behind her and unhooked her bra in one fluid movement. She gasped and I raised an eyebrow. “What? I’m sure you’ll be saying that again.”

  Laughing, Hazel fell back and watched me. “I like this side of you.” Then her eyes became contemplative. “This is that side of you, the one you were trying to keep hidden from me. Why?”

  Tugging her bra free of her body, I didn’t answer, just gave her a smile, and lowered my head. Hazel arched up right on cue when my mouth found her breast, while my fingers stroked the other. I didn’t want to think about any of that right now.

  I just wanted to focus on her.

  To drive that point home, while I teased her breasts, I slipped my other hand down and found her center again. I went slowly, intent on bringing her as much pleasure as humanly possible. Only this time Hazel went wild, scratching her hands across my shoulders, her words incoherent.

  When she came undone, it hit her in a fast series of crescendos.

  Watching Hazel breathe heavily, her half-lidded eyes on mine, I found myself thinking back on all the stuff I’d done for over the past two weeks. How I couldn’t help but try to make her happy even while failing to hold her off. Conversations. The first night. Cooking for her. How she made me smile. Our time together in front of this very fire.

  I leaned over her, brushing her hair away from her face, and something fused in my chest. Something that could not be taken back. I thought about what I’d almost said earlier.

  I have a difficult life, Hazel. There’s no room for…

  Love.

  Love. I’d almost said love.

  A thrill went through me, not unlike the feeling of jumping off a cliff into a river. You weren’t really sure what was at the bottom, but the fall felt too good, and the water was too inviting.

  I was in love with Hazel.

  Chapter 11

  Ben was hovering over me and something in his eyes was making my skin dance with a thousand tingles of joy. My breath was gone. While I couldn’t put my finger on it, it made me feel as though everything had fallen into place.

  I was right where I should be. With him.

  Reaching up, I traced my fingers over his tattoo, and he shook his head, a smile touching his lips. Whispering, I said, “Ben. Whatever it is, I’m not afraid. And I want to help.”

  His eyes never left mine and somehow they became even softer. I shivered, in spite of the heat from the fire, and his body. Something was pulling tighter and tighter between us.

  “I knew I should have asked you out back then,” he murmured.

  Before I could respond, he hopped into a crouch, and stood up, pulling me to my feet as well.

  “Hazel,” he said, the firelight carving out his handsome face into its sharp, hard angles. “I know this is crazy of me to ask of you this, on top of everything else I’ve put you through, but be patient with me? I’ll…I’ll try to open up.” Ben hesitated. “It’s never been very easy.” Then he laughed. “Although you have a way of getting whatever you want from me, woman.”

  “Ben,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his hard chest, and then rubbing my cheek across it. “Just no more lies, okay? No more pretending to be a jerk.”

  A laugh rumbled under my ear, then he sighed, “Sometimes I am a jerk, though.”

  I punched him on the arm. “Stop. You’re a good man. Kind, respectful, hard-working, and you try so hard to pretend not to be, or that you don’t care. Don’t you dare do that again, not with me.”

  Ben pressed his face to the top of my head and nodded. His hands were roaming down my back, sending my nerves into a tailspin again, and I arched against him. Our chests rubbed together, my stomach buzzing with expectation for an encore, one where I was filled with him.

  My shaking fingers found the button of his jeans and Ben laughed softly in my ear. Brushing my hands aside, he shoved them down, and then his boxers followed.

  Eyes wide, I took all of him in, the golden light licking up his body, illuminating every ridge of muscle, and the long, hard shaft straining between his defined quads. A little weak-kneed, I tried to catch my breath, and met Ben’s eyes again. His hard body was like the mountains – begging to be climbed. A wild, happy light filled his gaze, along with raw need.

  “Come here,” he murmured.

  When I moved towards him, he lifted me in his arms in a flash, and then carried me to his room. I must have felt like a feather to him and I luxuriated in the feeling of being taken care of. As he lowered me down onto his bed, my knees caught the edge of it and dangled off.

  Sitting up, I watched him shut the door and prowl back to me. He had a sinuous powerfulness to him that I ached to know more intimately.

  Putting a hand on either side of me, Ben leaned over and quickly captured my mouth. I held his face, rubbing my fingers along his bristled jaw, and trying to hook my legs around his waist. But I struggled, a little too shaky and sore from the pleasure he’d given me in front of the fireplace.

  Suddenly he broke the kiss and lightly pushed on my shoulders as he stood up. “Lie back.”

  Falling to my elbows, I watched as he lifted my ankle, then pressed a kiss in the hollow below it. At the same time, his thumb circled my heel, while his other hand stroked down my leg.

  Pleasure zinged up my spine and I let out a shaky gasp.

  Then, as he began moving higher, moans fluttered from my throat. He trailed up my calf, his mouth finding the inside of my knee, then the inside of my thigh, moving higher, and higher, and higher.

  He tormented me with this bliss, lingering for a while at the hollow between my leg and hipbone. I could feel every whisker on his face, and each touch made me writhe, head falling back, and bite my lips to keep from crying out.

  But soon I couldn’t help myself.

  “Oh, oh my God. Yes…” I moaned. “Ben, that feels amazing.”

  Then he started on the other leg and I slumped onto the bed, fingers twisted in his blankets, and head whipping back and forth. This was too much, too deliberate, and too adoring.

  “Ben, I need you.” I moaned, trying not scream in frustration, as friction built between my legs. “Ben, I…”

  He didn’t answer, just chuckled against my thigh, and then blew a cool breath on my center.

  I jumped, eyes squeezing shut, and realized I was trembling. How can he keep getting better?

  “Ben,” I gasped. “Oh, Ben, please.”

  “Watching you come undone is a gorgeous thing, Hazel,” he said, his voice a low growl, and I stared at him. Moonlight streamed across his shoulders, shadowing his gaze, but I could feel the intensity of it. “This is for you. This is all for you.”

  The hard tip of his shaft brushed me and I whimpered. Ben’s hands splayed across my inner thighs, spreading me apart, and I gripped the blankets harder. In one motion, he slid in, and I cried out in utter gratification at being filled by him.

  Every solid inch. Stretching, yet completing me.

  His hands found my hips as my legs circled his waist, ankles crisscrossed behind him, and I pulled him even closer. For a moment we stayed locked like that, as my mu
scles adjusted to him.

  “Hazel.” His voice was filled with dark, raw desire, and he slowly began moving against me.

  Pleasure fired through my body, so intense it was almost torture. The room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, our moans, our names, and our connection.

  Ben’s desire and satisfaction became mine, as mine became his. At one point he leaned over and I arched up, wrapping my arms around him. His fingers gripped my back as I held onto his neck. Then our eyes met and we couldn’t look away. Our hearts seemed to pound out the same beat.

  We were moving faster, whipping past constellations in the sky, scaling mountains, and then we became one, shattering together, completely undone.

  Then remade into a whole.

  Later – I wasn’t sure how much time had passed – Ben and I had finally caught our breath and I didn’t know whether to say in his bed. After we’d come together, he moved me up onto the pillows and flung himself next to me, completely winded.

  It wasn’t so much the physical, as the emotional, that had drained us.

  It had been so powerful. Both of us were shaken to our cores.

  Right now I was scared to be this happy, this fulfilled, and wanting another human being this much. When he’d slid out, I’d felt the loss sharply. Already I wanted him again. And again.

  Looking over, I stared at the broad expanse of his back, now moving in a slow rhythm.

  Taking a deep breath, I kissed his shoulder and decided I should go to my room. I had to think, had to sort through what had just happened. I was starting to realize that this might be far more than attraction. This was almost too much for me to handle.

  As I moved to slide away, thinking Ben was asleep, an arm shot out and wrapped around my waist. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  In another second I was wrapped against him, meeting a stern glare, and trying not laugh. “I thought you were asleep,” I murmured. “I…” Trailing off, I found my heart acting strangely as Ben let me go and sat up. “I’m sorry.”

  “No, it’s not that. I-I want you here when I wake up,” he said gruffly, looking out the window, and pulling down the bedspread behind him. “Please stay.”

  Smiling, I crawled over to him and draped myself across his back. Kissing the side of his neck, I was gratified to hear his breath hiss out sharply. “Only if you’ll be here.”

  Ben turned before I realized what he was doing. Then he was kneeling in front of me and I was straddling him. His body set mine aflame instantly. My calves were snug against his solid lower back and our hip bones slid along each other.

  Slanting his lips across mine, Ben lifted my hips, and then pulled me down onto his hard length. Not expecting it, I gasped into his mouth, and he dominated my tongue with ease.

  Friction made our skin slick with sweat and my breasts bounced against his chest. Ben was hitting that deep spot inside of me, the one that seemed to bloom and burst with ecstasy.

  He began to move faster and I moved my hips as well. Panting hard, we broke the kiss, and my head fell back. A little unsteady, I then slipped back, one arm catching me, and the other looped around Ben’s neck.

  Grinning at me, he grabbed my hips and picked up the pace even more. In this position, he was hitting my core in new ways, and moans fell from my lips. Fingers weaving into the blanket, I rode the wave, and never wanted it to end.

  My eyes fell closed as the familiar, insanely intense pleasure gripped my body again, and then my entire body shuddered as stars exploded behind my eyes. Ben followed me a moment later.

  Suddenly he flipped me around, his big hands latching onto my breasts. My head fell back against his shoulder as he massaged them and my fingers found his hair. It was so silky smooth, so soft to the touch. The hard muscles of his torso and chest hair brushed against my back. Pushing closer to him, I felt those muscles straining against me, and I let out a long sigh of contentment.

  My heart was singing in my chest, fireworks going off in my belly, and all because of Ben.

  I never thought you’d be able to sense a man’s want like this…

  “Ben,” I murmured, turning my head, and kissing his jaw. “I know… Me too.”

  “Hazel, what are you doing to me?” he groaned.

  His hands left my breasts, dragging down my stomach slowly, then my thighs, and back up again. I had the sensation of being mapped. It made me delirious and my back arched.

  And I never thought it could feel like this – so connected, so full of passion, and adoration…

  All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and hold onto him. I could feel his shaft throbbing below me, already hard with need again, and I rubbed down against him.

  At that, Ben gently pushed me forward, so I was on my hands and knees in front of him. Delicious anticipation rushed up from my core and I wiggled my backside against him.

  “Hazel, you’re killing me,” he murmured, his hands roaming my body still. “I need you.”

  Then his rough jaw scraped along my lower back as he laid kisses there and I scrunched the blankets in my fingers. Up and down my spine he went, until I was igniting with just the thought of his touch. Then his fingers, callused and rough, gently caressed my backside, up and down the back of my thighs. At that point, I was helpless, and aching for him.

  Shaking, I let out a breathy, high-pitched moan. “Ben, I need…”

  Suddenly his thick length pierced me once again as I let out cry of pleasure.

  Guiding me, his hands on my hips again, Ben controlled every moment this time, teasing me to the heights of pleasure. At first he moved excruciatingly slow and I whimpered.

  “All for you, Hazel,” he rumbled, and let out a chuckle as all I could do was mewl.

  Still slow, but now steady, Ben was letting me to feel every last inch of him. Over and over again. Those ridges were forever in my memory, as they pushed and pulled against my walls.

  I so badly wanted to shatter, but I also wanted it to keep building, and for him to hold off until the last possible moment. Suddenly, I clenched hard, and a sob of satisfaction left my chest. Shattering over and over again, I only vaguely noticed Ben following soon after.

  But I heard his voice, hoarse and deep in his climax, calling out my name.

  After that, he got us under the covers and pulled me close. “I can’t sleep. I don’t want to,” he said, his hands drifting up and down my back.

  Instead of a response, I held his face, and kissed him.

  Ben got the hint.

  Chapter 12

  When sunrise came, eventually, I opened my eyes and scowled at the sun. Couldn’t give us a few more hours. Turning, I saw Hazel’s hair, the light turning it gold, just below my chin. She was nestled against me, her back pressing into my chest, ass at my stomach, and I had an arm thrown around her waist. One she hugged up into her soft breasts.

  Groaning a little, realizing I was stiff with morning wood, I tried to see if I could disentangle myself. But when I moved, Hazel stirred, and I froze. I didn’t want to wake her.

  But lying there, in the drowsy sunlight, I could feel myself nodding off again. Too content to care, I fell back to sleep.

  When I awoke the second time, Hazel was awake and gazing up at me. Her dark blue eyes were studying my face. She smiled as I blinked, then murmured, “Hi there.”

  Her scent washed over me and I sighed in satisfaction. “Hi there yourself. What time–” I broke off abruptly as her hands moved across my chest. “Hazel?”

  Suddenly she was gripping my neck and kissing me single-mindedly. I responded instantly, fisting one hand in her hair, and looping the other around her back. Pulling her on top of me, I enjoyed the sensation of skin against skin. Hazel’s skin. Damn, I love you, woman.

  When we broke apart, breathless, I raised my eyebrows, staring up at her. “Good morning.”

  She was biting her lip, studying me, and her hair fell in a bright halo around her. “That happened, right? Last night? I didn’t dream it or anything?” Her v
oice was teasing, but I heard a note of uncertainty in it.

  “Last night into this morning,” I chuckled, trying to reassure her, and happiness expanded in my chest. Now with Hazel in my bed, I couldn’t understand how I hadn’t realized my feelings sooner or how I’d held off kissing her for so long. It now seemed like a herculean feat.

  Her eyes closed and she shook her head. “I thought it might have been too good to be true.”

  Pulling her closer, I buried my face in her neck, and said, “I know what you mean.” Then, guiding her hand to my hard-on, I watched her cheeks heat with color. “It happened. It happened over and over and over again. But if you need a reminder…”

  Squeezing me, Hazel nodded, and I laughed triumphantly. Instantly my hands found her hip bones, my thumb locking into that familiar hollow, and she sat up.

  Hazel squirmed downwards. I could already feel her heat and a shiver went over my body. Watching Hazel in the sunlight, I was once again overwhelmed by her.

  She was so beautiful, but it was a beauty that was filled with kindness, intelligence, and humor. And watching her now, I had the same thought I’d had before falling asleep.

  She’s sunshine. Pure sunshine. A light that keeps me alive.

  Never mind the heat of it.

  “Ben, you okay?” She asked, her hands drifting down my abs, and I grinned at her. Every muscle in my body seemed to ache for her and every cell fired with desire for her.

  “Yeah. Just thinking how much I like this view,” I said, and winked.

  Now Hazel was hovering over me and I grunted in satisfaction as she lowered herself. Oh, I really liked this view. I watched as Hazel’s pale cheeks became full of rosiness, her mouth popping open in an O, and her body moving against mine.

  “You’re like a goddess of the dawn,” I murmured, and she blushed even brighter.

  Then I helped her hips plunge back down. We both moaned at the contact.

  I could barely handle this and I gripped her even tighter. She was so soft, so delectable. I wanted to consume her, ravish her, and then do it all over again.