HOTSHOT BROTHERS: Coyote Shifters

by Hunt, Sabrina

  Vaguely, I could sense my jeans chafing with the weight of the water and the slide of rain across my neck and arms, but Sky had dominated my senses.

  The tangle of tongues, the way her hands were playing with my hair and the softness of her body caught between mine and the bricks behind us. The brush of our interlocked hips. I’d wrapped my arm so tightly around her, my hand was laying on her ribs and I could feel the slamming of her heart. Below the drum of rain distant the music, I could hear our harsh breathing mixing together.

  Kissing Sky.

  I couldn’t even believe it was happening. It was like waking into a glorious fever dream.

  Gasping for air, we broke apart and stared at each other. She lifted a hand and brushed back my hair from my forehead, smiling. “So,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”

  I laughed, then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Todo lo que hago es pensar en ti.”

  “What does that mean?” she asked as a quiver went through her.

  I didn’t answer, only pressed a kiss to her neck.

  “Cree,” she murmured. I looked back at her. Limpid eyes met mine, the green and gray both darkening as the intensity built between us. “You were right.”

  A laugh escaped me, but Sky still looked serious. “Don’t worry about it,” I said, finding the corner of her mouth and slowly working my way across her lips. She was now trembling from head to toe in my arms, but then she nipped at my lip and a groan shuddered through me. “Damn, girl.”

  My hand slid up her thigh and our eyes met again. “Let’s go back to my place,” Sky said.

  The rain was starting to let up and I nodded, trying not to smirk as I let her down. Then I winced. My jeans were not only chafing but had gotten extremely tight.

  Sky’s hands were drifting down my shoulders to my arms and she smirked at me. At that look, I had to kiss her again, holding the sides of her face as she gripped my arms.

  Then she was grabbing the collar of my shirt, standing on her tiptoes and I was bending down, my arm around her waist. I’d forgotten everything except her. The rain. The city around us. Other people. Gravity. Common sense.

  A whistle splitting the air woke me back up. “Yo! Movimientos suaves, ese! Bonitooo!”

  Breaking apart from Sky, I looked up and laughed. A couple Latino guys had ventured outside of the restaurant to smoke as the storm let up. When I looked over they waved, whistling and catcalling even louder.

  “Bueno,” said another.

  “Gracias amigos. Tengan una buena tarde,” I called back. At first they looked surprised, then started laughing.

  Sky tugged me away, blushing as we walked by them and they called out things, like, “Chica, eres hermosa!” and “No te sientas mal, princesa.” Their laughter and cheers followed us down the street.

  “You can’t do anything without pomp and circumstance, huh?” Sky asked as we waited to cross the street. She moved in closer and wrapped her arms around my waist.

  I slung my arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. Having her this close was a powerful rush. But it was still too much space. “Nah. What would be the fun in that?”

  Never had the walk back to the apartment seemed to take so long. By the time we got there, we’d gotten several curious stares from other people. Seeing our reflection in the lobby mirror, I laughed out loud. We did look like we’d had a wild time, dripping water and soaked to the bone.

  Sky crooked her finger at me, leading us to the elevator, which I’d never taken before. While we waited, I rubbed my hand up and down her back. She pretended to ignore me, wringing out her hair and flinging it back over her shoulder. But I could see the pink in her cheeks.

  The ping of the elevator and the slide of the doors was the best sound I’d ever heard. Pushing Sky forward, I jabbed her floor’s button and then crowded her into the corner. Placing my hands on either side of the railing that went around it, I closed my eyes and pressed my cheek to her. Her hands latched onto my wrists and then our lips slanted together again.

  When Sky pulled back, I blinked at her in confusion, “What are you doing?”

  “This is our floor.” Her eyes crinkled up as she pushed on my shoulders. I didn’t move, just grinned at her and she squealed. “Cree, move! The doors are gonna close.”

  Waiting until the last possible second, I didn’t move while she tried to push me out of the way and then I darted for the doors.

  Sky tossed her hair as I pushed them back open. “Showoff.”

  “You know it,” I said, following her down the hall.

  At her door, I noticed Sky was fumbling with her keys, struggling to put them in. Then she dropped them and I laughed. Giving me a dirty look as she stood back up, she then swatted at me as I snatched the keys away and smoothly opened the door.

  I was wrong. The sound of that door closing behind us was the best sound I’d ever heard.

  “I need to get out of these clothes,” Sky said as she put her purse and keys on a table by the door.

  Nope, wrong again. That was.

  Stepping in front of her, I smirked and said, “Couldn’t agree more.”

  Flushing, Sky shook her head, but I’d captured her mouth with mine and she went pliant as I wrapped my arms around her.

  When we broke apart, Sky touched my face. “Cree, do you think we’re going too fast?”

  “Fast is kinda my thing,” I said recklessly. Then I took a deep breath and stepped back. “But, yeah, maybe we are. Dammit.” My blood was raging but I tried to cool off. “I’m sorry.”

  A soft, sexy laugh escaped Sky and she peeled off her jacket. “Oh. See, I think we’re not moving fast enough.” I watched in amazement as she walked towards me and fluttered her hands over the growing pressure in my pants. “You’re such a bad liar.”

  “I said ‘maybe,’” I replied in a rough voice, grabbing her waist. “So…”

  “So?” Sky challenged. “What, do you think I’m not insanely attracted to you?” Her eyelashes fluttered coyly. “I’m not blind.”

  Laughing, I kissed her. But my heart was racing in my chest at that memory. There had been something so raw in that admission, something that made me know deep down that this was different with Sky. It wasn’t a fling for me.

  I slowed down and swallowed hard. “Sky…” I started to say.

  Her eyes filled with softness. “What’s wrong?”

  “You’re um, that is… earlier, when I–” The words wouldn’t come and my face burned.

  “Oh, is Cree Campbell tongue-tied?” Sky’s smile became impish. “This is adorable. I’ve never seen you so flustered.”

  “Ha, well you have that effect on me,” I murmured, pushing my hands into her hair.

  A soft sigh escaped her. “Don’t let me fool you, I’m in the same flustered boat.”

  “Is this too fast?” I asked.

  Me, Quickfoot, asking if something was too fast. The irony.

  “No,” Sky said forcefully and I laughed. “No. I know how I feel about you.” She met my eyes and tilted up her chin. “Do you know what I thought when you kissed me?”

  All of the air seemed to be escaping my body too rapidly as I waited for her reply.

  “Why the hell we waited so long…” she said, and her fingers drifted across my collar bone. “Life is short. We live fast and in the moment. Now get over here.”

  “I’m right here,” I said softly as our foreheads pressed together.

  “Mm, not close enough,” Sky whispered, touching my jaw.

  Leaning down, I kissed her in a slow, lingering way. I savored every pulse of it. Every breath. The slow sped into recklessly fast as I stroked my tongue inside her mouth and Sky tugged on my shirt’s hem. In between kisses, we managed to get it off and I shuddered at her fingers trailing across my bare stomach up to my chest.

  “What do you bench?” Sky said as I kissed her neck and slid my hands inside her dress. “And why don’t you model underwear aga
in?”

  Laughing, I pressed a strong kiss to her lips. “Never wanted to. Although I have gotten offers.”

  “Bet you get a lot of offers,” Sky grumbled.

  “Those offers had nothing on the one I’ve waiting for. Yours.” I said, picking her up. Walking over, I dropped her over the back of the couch onto the cushions. I vaulted lightly over and she sat up, her lips parted in shock.

  “What was that?” she said laughing.

  “Showing off,” I said. “Trying to make sure you want to keep me around.”

  Reclining against the cushions, Sky watched as I slowly climbed over her. “Yeah, I want you.”

  I slid my hand over her calf and up to her knee, then higher. Sky’s breathing was growing shallow and her eyes fluttered shut. Leaning in, I brushed my lips across hers and then she gripped my neck, pulling me closer. Reaching down, I slid my other hand up and down her legs.

  She whimpered into my mouth and I smirked. Trailing kisses up her jaw, then down her neck, I slid one hand higher and higher, nudging her legs apart. Playing with her panty hemline, Sky let out a strangled gasp and I slipped my fingers inside her warmth.

  “Oh, mmm,” she moaned. I looked up at her. Her head had fallen back and she was biting her lips. I watched pleasure race across her face as she squirmed under my touch.

  Sky was getting close, her breathing was hard and she’d reached out to grip my shoulders. Lips parting, she let out a cry, her body shaking as the pleasure hit its peak and shattered over her.

  Collecting herself, she sat up as I drifted my hands up and down her sides. Then she stood and turned around. “Unzip me?” she asked in a breathless voice.

  Reaching up, I tugged the zipper down and she slipped the dress off. Sky was wearing pretty hot pink panties and a matching bra. Her round butt was succulent and as she went to turn around, I stopped her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked over her shoulder.

  “Enjoying the view,” I said, putting my hands on her waist and pulling her closer. I pressed a kiss to the back of her hip, then I lightly bit her ass check.

  “Cree!” She swatted at me and I tugged her down onto me. We were laughing as I let my hands roam across her curves, up her back and to her bra, which I unsnapped.

  We were kissing, getting hotter and heavier by the second, Sky’s hands impatient at my pants when I sat us up. Then, in one fluid motion, I picked her up and walked us into her room, pushing the door shut behind us.

  This time around, I lowered her onto the bed and straddled her. Gazing down at Sky, her blondee hair tossed across the pillows, her eyes sparkling and cheeks bright with color, I committed it to memory. My heart was racing again.

  This, right now, with her – it was different. I was both exhilarated and terrified.

  I was falling for her.

  Chapter 14

  Cree was hovering over me, his face filled with something I couldn’t quite define. It was both complicated and not at all. Soft and intense. Everything I wanted and all of my fears.

  “Baby?” I asked, the pet name slipping off my tongue like a reflex.

  He shook his head and smirked at me. Heat was licking its way up from my center, quaking with need for him. His hands had been incredibly skilled.

  I couldn’t imagine what the whole package would be like.

  I shivered. Lying on my back with Cree over me, his hard body radiating desire in every cell and strong thighs on either side of my waist was numbing my brain. Lifting my hands, I ran them up along his forearms to his shoulders.

  He grabbed one hand and kissed the inside of my wrist. Butterflies swam down the nerve endings to my stomach, stoking my own desire a hundredfold. Soft lips and scruff were now at my elbow and I gripped his other shoulder, my fingers digging in.

  “Sky, I don’t know I held back for so long,” he murmured as he let go of my hand, gripping my breasts now and I arched up. “But you’re benefiting, I guess.”

  I laughed a little as he pressed a kiss above my navel. “Worth the wait?”

  “Absolutely,” he said. “Doesn’t mean I was impatient as all hell. Still, can’t believe we’re here.” His tongue swirled around a sensitive nipple and I grabbed at the blankets. “See?”

  As he continued, I did. Cree was insatiable and I was shaking with another orgasm. He was pulling off my panties then, deliberately slow, over my thighs and down to my ankles. Suddenly he flipped me over, bouncing me as I landed on my stomach.

  I was about to ask what he was doing when he began to knead my lower back. Somehow, though, it was both soothing and creating more tension at the same time. Then his hands gripped my ass cheeks, caressing and massaging them.

  His jaw brushed the inside of my thigh and I jumped. A moan escaped me as his tongue laved into my center and I gripped the pillows now. Quivering all over, the bliss was becoming intolerable. I couldn’t stay still and Cree lay a firm had in the center of my back.

  Another moan escaped me, followed by a cry and I came. My entire body seemed to clench and then release, a peak of pleasure and then a satisfactory slide back down.

  Panting, I closed my eyes and rolled onto my side, dazed from it.

  “We’re not done yet,” Cree whispered in my ear and I cracked an eye open at him.

  Sitting up, I glanced down at his jeans. “I think you need to take something off first.”

  “Want to do it for me?” he teased, nipping my earlobe.

  “Stand up,” I said, and he did so. Unbuttoning his jeans, I slid them down and he kicked them off. Cree in plaid boxers standing in front of me, in the dim light from the waning storm outside, was even hotter than bathrobe Cree. Yielding to impulse, I slipped off the bed as I pulled down his boxers.

  Before he could say a word, I’d wrapped my lips around his shaft. It had sprung out, thick and long, as ready and eager as Cree was. I couldn’t resist.

  “Sky.” Cree said my name in the sexiest, roughest voice I’d ever heard. It made my spine tingle and I picked up the pace. “Damn it, I’m not going to last…”

  Stroking my hands along the base of him, I continued as Cree pulled on my hair and shuddered from head to toe. Then he stiffened and let out a low growl of satisfaction as he came.

  Next thing I knew, Cree had yanked me to my feet and thrown me back on the bed. His body covered mine, his lips frantic on mine as we rolled back and forth. I threw a leg over him as we lay on our sides and our hips brushed each other. He was already hard again.

  Flipping me on my back, I wrapped my legs around him, rocking against him and Cree plunged in. I cried out as he filled me, squeezing my eyes closed at the intensity of being together.

  Now, finally, I had the amount of space I wanted between us. Zero.

  Our hips were meeting each other in rapid succession. Like Cree had said, no holding back.

  Faster and faster, our skin slick with sweat friction, we became one over and over again. There were no thoughts, only the satisfaction of being filled by Cree.

  Wanton cries fell from my lips, “Oh, yes, Cree, Cree. Oh!”

  Hitting the peak of pleasure, satisfaction cascaded through me from my curled toes to my head and I arched up against him. Cree was still going, hitting a deeper spot, and another orgasm hit me as he came, his muscles quaking against me.

  Giving me a slow kiss, Cree rolled off of me onto his side and slipped an arm around my waist. His head was resting on my shoulder, scruff brushing against the top of my breast.

  Catching my breath, I stared up at the ceiling as though I’d never seen it before. My heart was still thundering in my chest.

  “That-that was…” I stammered. Cree lifted his head, his smile sleepy and satisfied. “You know we’re not done yet, right?” I teased.

  His lips crashed down onto mine and I was gasping for air by the time he was done. “You know this little mimicking thing is going to get you into trouble, Sky,” Cree whispered.

  “Mm, I like trouble. And bad boys.” I wrapped my arms around h
is torso.

  Cree was kissing my neck and I shivered. “I know,” he said. And for the second time so far, he flipped me over onto my stomach. Pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder, he let out a dark chuckle. “Let’s find out who has more stamina.”

  Hours later, after twisting and rolling across my bed, we were lying with our heads at the bottom of the bed and feet where the pillows should have been. They were strewn across the room. Cree and I had both mutually agreed to take a short break.

  I had to admit, I was a bit sore. And thirsty. But I also didn’t want to move from this spot, face-to-face with Cree, his hand drifting up and down my spine, our ankles crossed and my hands tracing up and down his stomach.

  We were talking here and there, but we’d been silent for a while. His eyes were closed and I was wondering if he’d fallen asleep – meaning I’d won – when he grinned.

  “I’m savoring this moment is all, missy.” Bright blue eyes opened. “Cutthroat wench.”

  “Am not!” I protested. “Hey, I was wondering – is Cree short for something?”

  “Creepy,” Cree said, his face serious. “Or maybe Creedence?”

  I gave him a look. “Cree.”

  “It is not, actually,” he said. “I was named by my Pop, who’s Native American, after his tribe. His parents were from Canada, but he went to school in California and met my grandmother there. He’s brilliant – an amazing engineer – went to Cal Tech, actually. It was my great-grandfather’s wish that his descendants have something of that heritage. So, they named my mom Tahki. Silas has a middle name that’s Cree, too; I can’t remember what it is.

  “But when I was born, my Gam – so the story goes – didn’t care for any of the boy names Pop had picked out for me. And she was apparently lamenting the fact that ‘Cree’ was not a name. And my Pop went, “well, why not? It could be. And the rest is history.”

  “Did your…?” I trailed off, biting my lip.

  “Oh, yeah.” Cree knew what I’d been about to ask. “My dad hated it. Used to call me ‘boy’ or ‘Junior.’ Said that’s what he got for marrying into a family of whackjobs.” He laughed.