Colby (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 3) (7 page)

His cock was enormous, thick, full, hard as any she'd ever had.
 
Her fingers met but just barely when she wrapped her hand around it and slid it all the way to the base, leaving the proud crown out where she could lean down and wrap her lips around it.

He gasped, pulled away.
 
"You'll have me coming doin' that," and even as she said, "That's the idea," he had pulled her up, his mouth on hers, tasting of her.
 
His tongue took her mouth, his teeth grazed her lips.
 
She ran her nails down his back, under his shirt.

He turned her again, facing the wall, rubbed himself on her ass.
 
When she pressed against him, hard, he pulled away and tore off the last of the lace.
 
She was naked from the waist down, hot and wet and aching and she pressed herself to him, let him drag her hips into his.

His cock nudged her opening.
 
So hard, so hot, and she was so wet and ready.
 
Even so, the size of him sliding in made her catch her breath, then catch her lip between her teeth.
 
He thrust hard and sank into her up to his balls.
 
His breath on her neck was hot as the bear’s breath.
 
She shuddered.
 
The hands on her breasts, kneading hard, pinching her nipples, were totally human.
 

She shoved herself back into him, pressing hard, taking him as far as she could, as deep as possible before they both started to rock.
 
She could feel him in every inch of her, pressing, thrusting, bringing wave after wave of pleasure until her knees were too weak to hold her and he pulled her around to face him, forced her legs up around his waist again.
 

Pulling her a little farther from the wall he lengthened her body so her upper back pressed against the wall, her legs around his waist, his cock sunk as deep in her as he could be.
 

She could see the sweat on his forehead, the growl on his lips.
 
His eyes were deep, dark gold, watching her as she writhed in another orgasm, feeling the liquid between them overflow.
 
Her legs were wet with their mingled juices when she saw his face change, the look of concentration gone, his eyes half closing as his own massive orgasm shook him.
 

Colby pumped his hips, giving her ever drop, filling her until Gemma clawed at his shoulders and came one more time.

When he let go of her legs, she slid down the wall and splayed out on the floor.
 
Colby still stood, one hand on the wall above her, his jeans still half on, his cock still half hard.
 
She let her eyes close and reached one hand up to guide him down to the floor beside her.
 

"We can't stay here long," he said.
 

"No," she agreed.
 

"People will come along and find us."

"Yes," she agreed, and this time managed to open her eyes.
 
He was watching her, an expression of mingled lust and maybe love on his face.
 
She thought something had just started today, not just the events of the day, but events setting the stage for days to come.

At the same time, other things had ended.
 
Gemma had no intention of running off with the rodeo, going all country and all bull riders, all cowboy, but she thought she might end up in a few of the cities that Colby did if he didn't invite her to go with.
 
Somehow she didn't think he'd mind.

The door to the past had finally closed, too.
 
Not with a bang.
 
But as a gift.
 
She'd loved her childhood.
 
She'd run in part because it wasn't there anymore and in part because she wanted something new and turned her back on childish things.

But it hadn't been a bad childhood.
 
This didn't mean she had to embrace the lifestyle.

She just didn't have to shut it out completely, either.

It might be nice to see her dad again.
 

Introduce him to the new man in her life.

"You planning to stay around a while?" Colby asked her as if reading her mind.

His words were too close to her thoughts.
 
he had to mean something else.
 
"I've got to try and get that other interview," she said.
 
As if she were the consummate professional.
 
On the concrete floor.
 
With no pants.
 
She started giggling.

He gave her a patient look.
 
"I meant, you going to be around the circuit for a while?"

She met his eyes, wondering what he was asking.

"I mean, if most of your interviews are by phone, doesn't much matter where your body is, does it?"
 
He sweetened the offer with a stroke of his hand over her bare leg.

She shivered.
 
Not only was the door to the past closed, the door to the future was opening.

Colby stood effortlessly and held out a big calloused hand.

Gemma slipped her hand into his.
 
"You were going to give me a ride home," she said.
 
"Let's talk about it on the way."

He looked just slightly uncertain.

She grinned.
 
"I have to pack, don't I?"
 

END

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Here are the series that follow and what you can expect:

Rodeo Bears
- Can a band of Bear Shifter rodeo stars find love when their world is turned upside down?

Secret Baby Bears
- A group of Bear Shifters donate their semen to a research facility, but it accidentally gets put into the donor supply of a sperm bank. A few years later, these men are on the prowl for the cubs they never knew they had!

Star Bears
- Intergalactic Bear Shifter smugglers cavort around the known universe, causing mayhem and finding love in unexpected ways.

Grizzly Groomsmen
- Five Bear Shifters find themselves on a tropical island to celebrate a wedding, but soon it turns into a nightmare.

Bear Dating Agency
- A matronly grandmother is sick of her Bear Shifter bachelor grandsons laying about their wilderness refuge. With the help of a friend she puts a plan into place to see them all matched up!

120 Proof Honey
- Entrepeneurs. Businessmen. Bear Shifters. These guys know their honey and their moonshine, and they’ll be damned if they let a little competition run them out of town.

Bearly Saints
- The Four Saints are the hottest folk music band in Nashville, and only time will tell if these Bear Shifter musicians will be able to tame The Music City and the passion that burns deep inside them.

Bear Ranchers
- A cluster of ranches in this sleepy valley are being terrorized by a pack of wild werewolves, and only this group of Bear Shifters can restore peace and order.

Edward

Rodeo Bears I

by

Becca Fanning

Chapter One

The heat hit her first, embracing her like a lover in the dark. Being from the Midwest, Dakota Blair had little experience with the heat, but she wasn’t in the Midwest any longer. She was far from it, a stranger in the arid desert of West Texas, a stranger on the run.

Keeping her head low under the dim lights, Dakota stepped off the bus into a station that was abandoned in the late hour. Attacked by the heat, clumps of her chestnut hair stuck to the back of her neck as she waited for the driver to unload her duffle bag. She was surrounded by a mass of people, fellow travelers weary from the journey. The bus had been full. She was glad. It was easy to hide in a crowd, much more so than standing exposed on her own.

When she had her bag, Dakota followed the others into the lobby. It was narrow and unwelcoming, designed to keep people moving, deterring the homeless and the broken from sleeping on its benches. Dakota wasn’t broken, but she didn’t see herself going anywhere for the remainder of the night. She had money, and she had ID, but she didn’t want to use it. She didn’t want anyone knowing who she was or why she was here.

Unless I can find a cheap motel
, she thought, moving to a board that listed accommodation in the area.
I’m sure West Texas has its share of scandal. There’s got to be a place I can bribe my way into without showing them ID.

Setting her bag down, she skimmed the board. There were plenty of bad motels, but a notice caught her attention. Printed on bright yellow copy paper, a woman advertised a room for rent in her apartment.

No drinks. No dealers. No conmen.

It didn’t say anything about fugitives. Taking out her phone, a burner she had picked up in a remote town in Oklahoma, she dialed the number, but no one answered.

“No desk is going to pick up this late at night,” an elderly woman in a Hoover Dam T-shirt said. “Better to make your way to the hotel and see if they have a room.”

“Yes, of course,” Dakota said politely, returning her phone to her bag. Having traveled for so long, she’d forgotten what it was like to be ruled by a clock. On the bus, she’d been gripped with an anxiety that scattered her sleep. Her light brown eyes would shut and open within the same day, constantly searching to make sure she wasn’t followed. She felt safest at night, when the stops were few and the bus was quiet.

There were only a few hours until sunrise. She wouldn’t bother with a motel. Finding peace in her decision to run to West Texas, she made a bench her bed. It was uncomfortable, but she was free to stretch her long legs out, something she couldn’t do on the bus.

Dakota didn’t sleep. She stared at the stains on the ceiling, pretending they were stars, and she waited for the sun to bring in a new day, a new life.

***

“This is it,” the woman said, inviting Dakota into her apartment. “It’s li’l enough to make a pig claustrophobic, but the rent is cheap and the bills are low.”

The apartment wasn’t that small. There was room to move. Dakota liked the way the kitchen blended into the living room, both decorated with a country charm. The glasses looked like jars, the cabinets were painted a pale grey-blue, and the doors were made of refurbished wood. It was simple but alluring.

The same could be said about the woman, Brianna Jackson. With her sleek auburn hair and jade-green eyes, Brianna was stunning, but she was grounded, almost to the point that she seemed burdened. Likely in her late-twenties, only a few years older than Dakota, she was far too young to carry such heaviness around her, but she was friendly in spite of it.

Brianna smiled kindly. “What do ya think? Could you stand living here without feeling like a sardine?”

“Can I see the bedroom?” Dakota asked, much more guarded than Brianna. She didn’t want to be discourteous, but she hadn’t come to West Texas so she could make friends. She’d chosen it because the South was loud and rowdy, a place she could get lost in.

“Sure. It’s just in here.”
 

Brianna opened a barn door at the back of the apartment, next to the kitchen. It revealed a modest room with a double bed pushed under a tiny window. With little light allowed into the room, the walls were haunted by shadows. In the corner, sitting in the shadows, was a dresser.