HOTSHOT BROTHERS: Coyote Shifters

by Hunt, Sabrina

  Grip tightening, Burr finally slid in. My body was so ready, so eager for him, that he slid past my resistance and I barely flinched. Instead, I let out a sigh of pure bliss, one that seemed to exude from my curling toes. The pleasure filling me was a kind of delicious torture, something I wanted so much more.

  However, I was gritting my teeth a little as my walls stretched to accommodate his girth. Yet even then, it was more pleasure than pain. I closed my eyes, letting out another sigh as he filled me completely. Burr’s rough cheek brushed against mine and he nipped at my jaw.

  “Willow,” he murmured. I let out a small, helpless whimper and gripped his shoulders even tighter. “Look at me,” he ordered. Opening my eyes, I saw him staring at me and he began to slowly move against me, brushing a deep center of pleasure I’d never felt before.

  “Burr.” I quivered all over as every nerve sparked at once. “Ah, ah. Oh, yes, yes.”

  His big hand gripped at my thigh, pushing me back against the wall and opening me further to him. With that, I now responded intuitively, raising my hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

  “Have I proven it to you yet, Willow?” he asked. “You feel incredible – beyond my wildest dreams, woman. I could make love to you forever.”

  “Yes,” I breathed, watching him watch me. “Oh, Burr, yes like that. Oh!”

  “Eyes on me,” he murmured. “I want you to see how much I want you. How much I love you. How we are meant to be together.”

  “Ah, oh, Burr,” I whimpered, biting my lips now, as the sense of him overwhelmed me.

  It was a delirious, steady kind of lovemaking. I had the sense of melting into my bliss – of letting the heat overtake me. His pleasure and mine had no beginning or end. Together we were one.

  When the release came, I cried out his name as I held onto him and watched his pleasure mirror mine. Burr shuddered under my hands and let out a sound somewhere between triumph and relief. And when he slid out, I could feel tears mingling with the water from the shower.

  He gave me a soft smile. “That was…”

  “I know,” I whispered as I brushed my knuckles along his jaw. “I know.”

  “You’re mine,” Burr said, his voice rough. “As I’m yours.”

  “And I’m never letting you go again,” I said, swallowing hard.

  For a long while, he held me against him, my cheek pressing on his heart and the water rushing endlessly over us. Joy was singing through me and Burr let out a hum of contentment.

  “It was worth the wait,” he said in an impish voice.

  I looked up at him and smiled. “Maybe all of that had to happen to get us here.”

  “I think so, too,” Burr’s eyes danced with mischief. “Either way, I’m glad I’m here now.”

  He pulled me away from the wall, his hands roaming up and down my back. I was starting to lose my train of thought, but resolutely I shook my head and grabbed his elbows.

  “No, Burr, we should… We have to get back to the house.” I gave him an apologetic smile.

  “Oh, right.” Burr blinked and stepped back. I instantly missed the heat of his body. Suddenly he whirled me around, pulling me against him and wielding the soap. “Here, let me. It’s only fair.”

  Nodding, my head fell back on his shoulder as he swept the bar of soap down my stomach. Then he took his time circling my breasts and occasionally tweaking the nipples. Thoughts hazy, I snuggled against him, sighing as his hands dipped lower and lower.

  I heard the soap drop out of his hands and hit the floor. Then Burr was nibbling at my ear. “You’re not ready to be done yet are you?” he chuckled and placed a hand on my back. “Bend over.”

  I did so, wiggling against him and Burr groaned. Glancing over my shoulder, I smirked at him. Tracing my eyes across his broad shoulders, his handsome, familiar face, I ached to be filled by again. “Mm. No. I don’t think I ever will be,” I said with a wink.

  Gripping my waist, he pushed me over further and then slid in one fluid motion.

  “Ah!” I cried out, my voice sounding so wanton I almost felt embarrassed.

  But then Burr began to move. There was something about being this vulnerable that was erotic in all the right ways. This time it was fast and a little reckless, as we were both starving for more. Both of us shattered at the same time, my orgasm hitting me so hard I saw stars.

  After Burr pulled me up, laughing a little, we held onto each other, panting and occasionally trading long, decadent kisses.

  But suddenly the water dropped several degrees and we both jumped, then laughed again. Hastily scrubbing down, Burr helping me more than was necessary, lingering on my thighs, my lower back, my sides and my breasts, we then got out.

  Part of me was reeling in shock at what had happened. But another part of me was so happy, that when we were finished getting dressed, I kissed Burr hard.

  “What was that for?” he asked, grinning a little idiotically.

  “You know,” I murmured.

  Burr’s grin became satisfied and he cast an eye at the shower. “Oh, I have an idea.”

  “Come on, we have to get back to the house,” I said.

  Slinging an arm around my shoulders, Burr pulled me close. “I’m right next to you.”

  Wrapping my arms around his torso, I let myself lean entirely against him and said, “Right where you should be.”

  When we got outside, the storm had picked up in intensity and Burr cast me a worried look. I’d wrapped an old coat around me, but it was a thin one and by the time we got to the house, through a wild, screaming wind and snow so sharp it felt like mini needles, I was shaking.

  Once we’d gotten all the snow off, I went to my room, squeezing out my hair and wincing at the cold water. I swiftly changed into sweats and a nice top, then glanced at myself in the mirror and paused.

  Looking at the woman in the mirror, I saw a glowing face and soft, gentle eyes. There was a relaxation to my face that had been missing for years. And as much as Burr being here had helped, I knew it was more something I’d given myself.

  When I’d finally told him the truth. When I’d been brave and honest.

  Again my heart sang and I darted out the door, laughing. Rushing into the living room, I saw Burr sprawled in the armchair with his feet up on the ottoman. He’d built up a fire and was poking at it and smiling to himself. Hearing me, he glanced over and his face lit up, making my heart flutter.

  “Thanks,” I said, glancing at the fire and rubbing my arms.

  “You cold still?” Burr asked.

  Going over to the couch, I picked up a blanket and glanced behind me to see his face fall. Then when I sauntered back over, his expression came a mix between smug and dopey. I plopped on top of him, wrapping the blanket around us and then my arms around his neck.

  “I’ll be warm soon,” I said, resting my cheek on his shoulder.

  A solid forearm slid around my back. “I’m so happy I’m scared,” he said in a low voice.

  My fingers tightened on him and I moved closer. “Sh, it’s okay. We’re together.”

  Burr’s hand drifted up and down my bare arm. “Willow, I know it’s a bit soon to ask this…but will you come back to Montana with me?”

  I sat up straight and looked at him. “What?”

  He cupped my face. “I don’t want to be apart from you any longer than I have to.”

  For a moment, I thought about the life I had in Alaska. Nothing but busy work, filling up lonely hours and wishing I was back home.

  “Yes,” I said, letting out a long exhale. “Yes. I miss it. I miss you.”

  From the look on Burr’s face, he hadn’t been expecting that answer and he crushed me against him. “Thank you. But well, wait…”

  I drew back and my nostrils flared painfully. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

  “What?” He looked bewildered, then laughed. “Well, I mean, I do now.”

  “You better mean me,” I growled, grabbing his shirt collar.

  “Easy, Lolo,
” Burr said. “The reason I said that is because I’m worried about the Crooked Man.” His eyes slid away from mine and went hard. “I don’t want you involved.”

  “I already am,” I retorted.

  “How?” Burr gave me a flabbergasted look.

  “Because you are,” I said, staring him down.

  Burr’s expression changed into one that made my heart race. “Willow,” he murmured.

  “You could have gone anywhere, Burr. Whatever happened to you… I mean,” I stammered and stumbled over my words.

  “Say what now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “You came here. To me. You found me. Or I found you.” I leaned in. “We’re not meant to be apart. Not anymore.”

  I kissed him, bringing my hands up to his scruffy face and he wrapped me closer in the embrace. For a long time, that was all we did. Kiss. And kiss again. Sometimes deep and slow. Sometimes heated and savory. Sometimes sweet and silly.

  When we broke apart, I didn’t know what time it was, when the last time I’d eaten was, or more importantly, why we were stopping.

  Lips swollen, I watched as Burr stroked back my hair and smiled at me. “How about some dinner?”

  “Dinner?” I asked. “What about lunch?”

  “Lunch?” he laughed. “It’s almost six.”

  “Six?!” I exclaimed, scrambling out of the warm chair with a small pang and moving into the kitchen. Sure enough, the clock over the stove said 6:15. “Where did the day go?”

  Burr came into the kitchen after me, stretching and ruffling up his hair. “Time flies when you’re making out in a snow storm.”

  “Burr,” I chided, more out of habit than annoyance. Then I moved to the window. “It’s still bad out there.” Glancing over my shoulder at him, I asked in a low voice. “Are you starting to get the feeling that these storms aren’t quite normal?”

  “Oh no.” He stepped up to me and grabbed my chin. “Don’t go there. Not today.”

  “But–”

  Silencing me with a swift kiss, I made a face when he let me go, and grumbled out an agreement. But as Burr moved towards the fridge, I couldn’t help but stare out into the dark swirl of the storm. There is a darkness to these storms. I feel it.

  Holding in a sigh, I went and helped Burr with dinner. He found a million different excuses to stand close, graze his fingers along my lower back, touch the underside of my wrist or brush a kiss on my neck. It was a wonder dinner got made at all.

  Once we’d cleaned up, I was starting to feel a deep pull of exhaustion and I shuffled off to the bathroom to splash water on my face and brush my teeth alone. Burr was checking to see if the phones or internet were back up.

  In my room, I curled up on top of the blankets, still fully dressed, dozing as I waited for him. The sound of the door closing woke me and I sat up as Burr crossed the room.

  “Why are you not in your pajamas?” he asked, shedding his shirt.

  Rubbing my cheek, I yawned. “Laziness. Was anything working?”

  “No.” Burr was fiddling with his pants and glanced away.

  I noted with sleepy amusement that the feel of the room was far different than it had been before. Even the boring lamp and usual shadows looked sensual with Burr standing there.

  Sitting up, a second wind hit me hard as he looked back at me.

  “You ready for bed?” he asked.

  “I was,” I said, and he smirked slightly. “Now I’m not so sure.”

  “Oh?” Burr came to stand in front of me as I pulled off my sweatshirt. He leaned down, his arms on either side of me and face inches away. “Why not? What do you want?”

  “You,” I said, slanting my mouth across his.

  Burr’s hands found my waist as he leaned me back on the bed. Then he wrapped an arm around me as he moved me over, climbing in after me. His fingers were then in the waistband of my pants, slipping them down and his thumb tracing my hipbone. Bucking against him, I gripped the sides of face as his hand traveled lower.

  Falling back on the pillows, I broke the kiss with a moan as he slipped his fingers inside me. Burr’s lips traced along my neck as he pleasured me and I writhed against him.

  “Seeing you like this makes me fall in love even harder,” he whispered as I cried out his name. “You, calling out my name and coming undone.”

  As he said that, I clenched hard around him and shuddered with bliss. Before I could even get my breath back, Burr was pulling off my clothes, followed by his pants. Then he threw the blankets over us as he covered my body with his.

  I had the sense of being cocooned in warmth and I ran my hands along his shoulders. His familiar smell was all around me and I took a moment to gaze up at him.

  Green eyes, that scruffy beard already growing crazy even after being trimmed two days ago, that hard jaw and his strong, sure smile.

  “What are you smiling at?” he whispered as he squeezed my thighs and I laughed.

  “This day. You.” I closed my eyes, seeing this morning, when the snow had been lit up by the sun and Burr had gazed at me in wonder. “How happy I am that I was finally honest with you.”

  When I opened my eyes again, Burr’s gaze was reverent. “Not as happy as I am.”

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I watched his eyebrows raise. “Wanna make a bet?” I challenged, placing my hands on his hard chest and then sliding them around to his upper back.

  “Nah. I got a better idea,” he grinned.

  Again, time stopped and my universe centered on Burr. He filled me over and over, our breathing getting harsh, even as we took it slow. And each of us murmured sweet nothings in the small moments where we could catch our breath.

  Yet towards the end, we both gave into utter sensation of it and began to move faster and faster. Our skin slipped and slid, the heat becoming a blaze, until we both shattered.

  Now lying next to each other after, I was tucked against Burr’s chest, his breath stirring my hair and arms wrapped around my stomach.

  “Mmm… Lolo. I had no idea tickling you this morning would pay off like this,” he murmured in my ear. “I should have kissed you then.”

  Grinning, I twisted around until I wound up straddling him and traced my fingers across the edges of his stomach and chest. Burr’s lips twitched as he gazed at me and put his hands behind his head.

  “Payback,” I announced, moving my hands up to his ribs and he jumped.

  “Don’t you dare–” Burr started to say and then I tickled him. Laughing, he grabbed my hands and I stuck my tongue out at him.

  “I was just waking you up,” I said, trying to get free.

  “Yeah, sure.” Burr gently let go of my hands and then groaned as I slipped my hips lower.

  “You should have,” I said loftily and he cocked his head. “Kissed me, I mean. You should have kissed me years ago.”

  Rolling his eyes, he grumbled, “You know how skittish you were? I was trying not to scare you off. I was trying to be romantic.”

  “Mmm… Sure. Maybe you were just a little intimidated,” I said.

  “Intimidated?” Burr laughed, but I smirked at him and he shrugged. “Maybe. Sure.”

  “It’s okay,” I said, as his hardening shaft rubbed against me and Burr grit his teeth. “Now I know why.” I brought my warmth down on him and the muscles stood out on his neck. “You know what you’re doing, sure, Burr. Excellent instincts. But they’ve got nothing on mine.”

  “Shit, Willow,” Burr let out a half-laugh, half-groan. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Making up for lost time,” I said, my voice hitching in my throat as our eyes met and I began to gyrate my hips. Swallowing, I felt fizzes of electricity spark through my entire body as I watched Burr’s expression fluctuate between awe, hunger, and satisfaction.

  Following those same instincts that ordered me on top, I picked up the pace, Burr now meeting my thrusts with his hands on my waist.

  All too soon, I shattered and then watched as Burr did too, his eyes meeting
mine, and he growled my name. It stole my breath, making my head spin and heart twirl.

  Sitting up, we came apart and I repressed a small shudder at the loss. Burr wrapped his arms around me as I held onto his shoulders.

  Nipping at my lower lip, he gave me a dark, sexy look and grinned. “Now you’ve done it.”

  Heart pounding as he regarded me, I tried to give him the same grin back, but my lips were trembling and my voice was soft as I responded, “That was the point.”

  The look in Burr’s eyes made my pulse spike even higher. “Guess we’re not sleeping tonight,” he growled as he tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled me in for another kiss.

  Chapter 13

  After getting up late the following morning, Willow and I idled the day away much like we had the previous one. Only we made sure to eat lunch, (or technically, breakfast) and spent several hours arguing playfully over old memories, interspersed with kissing whenever necessary.

  It was often necessary.

  Then in the blink of an eye, it was almost midnight and we were drinking hot cocoa by the stove. As well as re-arguing a fifteen-year-old debate for the last two hours.

  “You broke it, Burr.” Willow threw a hand up. “Why is this so hard to accept?”

  “But I wouldn’t have broken it if you’d caught it,” I said.

  “I can’t believe you!” She narrowed her eyes at me and tossed her hair. “You are still trying to pull that as an excuse. You’re too old for that now, Burr.”

  “Well, we were both punished for breaking that window, so it’s not like it matters.”

  “I shouldn’t have been, that’s what matters!” Willow cried out, throwing a dish towel at me.

  “You always caught the baseball before. The one time you don’t, it goes through the window.” I twirled the dish towel around and then snapped it at her. “So, that’s justice.”

  “Please. They just didn’t want to punish you alone,” Willow said.

  “I do enjoy your company,” I grinned and whipped the dish towel around her waist, pulling her close. “Truce?”