Furry Fling (Bayside Tigers Series Book 2) (2 page)

No way am I going to stand around here any longer and see the rest of this freakshow. I’m now standing in front of a man who just a few minutes ago I simply thought was a drop dead sexy mechanic, but he’s some sort of mythical creature too!

“Rory. Rory. Calm down!” Lynx moved in to settle me down, but I only took giant leaps back.

“I thought you knew. Bayside is a home for big cat shifters. Everyone here is a werecat.”

My eyes travelled down his torso.

Woah, he’s naked!

“Uh, ha. Yeah, post-shift I’m always in my ‘birthday suit’ kind of comes with the territory...” he shrugged.

Lynx confidently raked back his glossy black hair.

I pivoted fast on my heel in the opposite direction. Then I stopped and gave Lynx another quick once over. It was almost painful to see how deliciously sexy he was. And I hurried forward like before.

“That’s it. You’re just gonna turn tail and run? Doesn’t it mean anything that I just saved your life?”

I stopped fast in my tracks grimacing, because I knew Lynx was right. Who knows what that crazed mugger psycho would have done if Lynx hadn’t come prowling along.

“Okay, then what do you want? Money? Or, something?” I sneered.

Lynx furrowed his brow at me while scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m not one of your overpriced hired hands living in your mansion. Don’t think you can just buy me off, Mrs. Draper.”

I rolled my eyes.

“But you
do
want something, correct?” I asked.

“I wanna buy you a beer.”

I shallowly laughed and squinted my eyes, not sure if he hadn’t fallen and hit his head a little
too
hard. “A Martini maybe. But a beer? That’s a
definite
no.”

My hips swayed some more after walking a few steps. It was then that I realized...Lynx was my only ride home.

Ever so conveniently, Lynx dangled the car keys above my head.

“You want to buy me a drink? Then come on. Let’s get this over with...” I murmured.

*

M
y silk dress bunched up between my legs when I sat down on the bar stool. Lynx had taken me “hostage” to a bar called the Drunken Claw. I watched Lynx confidently order a few more shots from the tight t-shirt wearing bartender, tending the bar.

He plopped the shot of apple vodka right in front of me.

“Drink up,” he commanded.

I picked up the shot and held it against my lips. With my other hand, I pinched my nose. The vodka burned the back of my throat as it flushed all the way down. Before I could even place the glass down Lynx handed me another.

Begrudgingly, I gunned that one down too. But this time, I my mind started to get a little woozy and my whole body started to rocky back and forth.

“Hey, you’re looking a little tipsy, ready for another round?” Lynx asked.

I think I’m gonna hurl.
I thought.

That’s when I felt my gut lurch and I twisted off of the bar stool. Before I could crash flat on my face, Lynx caught me in his sturdy arms.

“I think it’s about time that I get you home,” Lynx shuffled me up to my feet and dragged me at his side as we left the bar. I looked to my left and thought how beautiful it was looking at the waves crash into the beach.

“So, it turns out that the good girl has a wild side...” He chuckled.

“Hey, I’m not as stuffy as you think I am.”

“Is that so?” Lynx looked down at me with his enchanting stare. He then rushed towards the edge of the water and started pulling of his shirt. The tiger shifter then turned around so I could see his rock hard abs. His perfectly white teeth lit up the dark. And seconds later, Lynx shucked off his pants.

“If you want to
really
show me how much of a daredevil you are, get naked with me.”

“You’re joking? Do I look like I’d easily fall for that?”

“Well feel free to keep sleepwalking through life if you choose...but I’m gonna go catch some waves...”

Then Lynx rushed into the crashing waves with his very nice and tight butt cheeks exposed for all the world to see. I couldn’t help but giggle and turn away. But I still peeked out of the corner of my eye.

Rory, are you going to hate yourself if you don’t do this?

“Oh, screw it!” I mumbled underneath my breath. That’s when I grabbed the bottom hem of my dress and clumsily hiked it up past my curvaceous hips.

“WHOOOO HOOOO!” I heard Lynx cry in the distance as water splashed against his tight body.

Then I tiptoed near the edge of the beach feeling the cool wind against my breasts.

Crap, it’s freezing!

More water flushed all over my body and between my thighs. I thought at this point I’d be cursing myself for what an idiot I am, but I’ve never felt more freaking alive! Not a second later, Lynx grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him.

“You look so delicious,” Lynx growled.

“Are you going to eat me?”

Lynx looked down at me with tantalizing eyes. “That’s one way of putting it.”

Even through the suds of water I could see Lynx’s fully erect cock bounce up underneath his belly button. It must have been at least nine inches of big cat cock. Lynx didn’t waste time, taking my nipples in his mouth and burrowing his knee between my curvy thighs. I exhaled hard, feeling my skin burn wherever he touched it. I moaned when he flit his tongue over my nipples poking out from between his fingers.

Lynx’s hard cock massaged the inside of my upper thigh. I closed my eyes as he suckled some more, letting his fingers drift deep inside my aching folds. Lynx’s pink raw cock dribbled pre-cum, as he agonizingly darted his tongue in my mouth.

Rory, you’re going crazy.
I thought in a drunken haze.

Just as I fantasized before tonight, I let my fingers run down his abs and broad shoulders as water rushed over our bodies.

“Have you ever been fucked on the beach?” Lynx didn’t even flinched when he asked me.

I couldn’t even get out a rational thought as Lynx pinned me on the damp sand. He withdrew his hand from inside my heat and began to massage my clit with his thumb. I moaned bucking my hips, feeling Lynx send me to the edge. And just as I thought I’d finally feel the firey release of a scorching orgasm, Lynx stopped teasing me. He took his length in his hand and rolled on a condom from the tip to its thick base.

It’s like he wanted to possess all of my body as he dragged his hands up my ass. Lynx separated my legs and his hot wet tongue licked along the inside of my folds before sucking along my swollen clit.

I didn’t know whether this was pain or ecstasy when Lynx buried his face in my small bush until he tasted my cunt raw. His nine inch piece of pink heaven probed the entrance of my heat until finally Lynx mounted me like a tiger beast who took what he wanted whenever he pleased. He pulled out swiftly and then tapped the knob of his cock on my clit before forcing himself inside me again. My hips felt a blaze as Lynx thrusted inside me over and over again.

Lynx had pure lust in his eyes like some wild monster who wanted to greedily devour me.

As he fucked me, he took my nipples in his mouth again. Lynx tongued a circle around my soft pink nipples, sopping them wet with his hot saliva. He groped my ass, pulling out and turned me over on my elbows and knees. Lynx then licked my cunt tasting my pussy fully until I could no longer stand it. With his other hand, he stroked his cock freely over the sand.

My cunt ached until I deliriously gasped some air. I came hard and my body quivered fully against his lips. Lynx groaned with his cock straining in his hand. Ropes of silky seed spurt from his swollen cock and down into the sand. Spent, I lay back wondering what the hell I’d just done.

“I’ve got to go,” I cried awkwardly grabbing up my dress and sandals and hurrying them on.

I felt Lynx’s hand reach out for me, but I didn’t dare look back. I felt foolish, but I’d rather run home than show up so late with Garfield wondering where I am.

I
woke up the next morning on the couch looking like a sodden mess. I groggily turned around and noticed sandy footsteps imprinted in my carpet. A raging hangover throbbed in all parts of my skull.

God, what happened last night?

Then I felt another painful throbbing between my legs. Frightened, I let my hand slip down underneath my dress and let my fingers dig into my folds.

Oh no! Did I... with Lynx last night?

Garfield could be home at any moment. And when I sat upright, there was a mess all over the carpet, the couch and the marble floors. I had to act quickly and clean the house before my husband got home. The first thing I did was tie up my hair in a loosely wound topknot and then grabbed the vacuum and rolled it like a mad woman across the floor. In the distance, I noticed a small white card sitting on the table and my heart started to pound in my chest. I looked at the white roses sitting ever so innocently in a glass vase.

Is that letter for me?
I looked at it for a few more seconds before picking it up. I swallowed hard before I could bring myself to read the note inside.

Dearest Rory,

An unexpected business trip has come up and I have to attend to it. If you need anything, just ask Raoul. I miss you and I’ll be home soon. And when I return, expect to be ravaged.

—Garfield

After I read the letter, my pulse slowed down. Thank god, Garfield was out of town. It would give me time to clean up the evidence of my affair. I heard a buzz in my purse.

No, Lynx.
It’s over. I don’t want to talk to you. But of course, curiosity got the best of me and I fished out my cell phone to read Blackthorn’s text.

You taste fucking delicious and I want you to cum in my mouth again.

Meet me at noon. Don’t make me ask twice.

-L.B.

My heart skipped just from reading his lewd text (sext?). I’m in love with a weretiger. How can I get any lower than this? Maybe I owed it to him to hear what he had to say. After all, Lynx did save my life. Even though, I’ve paid more than enough...

*

L
ynx Blackthorn told me to meet him at his garage. And for some stupid reason, I agreed.

“Hurry up Lynx, I don’t have all day.” I hollered with my fists buried in my hips.

“I’m coming,” a voice rang out of the garage. But this time it wasn’t the burly voice of an oversexed weretiger but that of a buxom red headed woman.

“I’m looking for Lynx,” I told her confused.

She chuckled. “What are you his Tuesday night?”

I gave the she-heathen my most vexed are-you-serious face. Then I let out a breathy laugh. Only I could have been so stupid to believe that Lynx really liked me.
How could I be so stupid?
I must have been one of the flock of married rich women he “charmed” just to get in my panties. Now, I really needed to find him so I could knock his sexy block off! I marched further into the garage and saw him standing with some customer.

Without warning, I started kicking hard aiming directly for his balls.

“
Hey, hey
,” Lynx threw his arms up to protect his face. “What the
hell
are you on?”

“I’ll let you two have a moment...” the customer interrupted stepping away very very slowly.

My fist pummeled even harder at the muscles in Lynx’s back.

“All you cared about was another notch on your bed post. Just admit it Blackthorn!”

Lynx looked at me with those sultry golden eyes, realizing now what had gotten me so upset and fired up. Who else could I have blamed for what happened except stupid me for being so gullible?

“First of all, there are no notches. Because this is the millennium and nobody with any tastes has ‘bedposts...’ Second, that woman standing out there is my sister. That’s all.”

I stood before him huffing and puffing as I tried to catch my breath. Maybe I was so upset with Lynx because I was really more upset with myself for having given over to the ultimate sinful temptation—cheating on my husband with a sex god weretiger.

“Why did you ask me to come here and see you?” I scolded.

“Does there need to be a reason?” Lynx looked at me simply, only making me feel that much more foolish.

“Your husband is out of town, so I thought we could spend the day together,”

“
Uh
. No. You’re going to spend the day with Mother. She’s been driving me crazy for the past week to get a hold of you,” Lynx’s gorgeous sister stepped up and crossed her arms. To be honest, I thought it a little too early to meet the parents. It’s not like I was exactly wife material. Given that I’m
already
a wife to someone else...

Lynx pulled me aside and whispered. “Hey, Rory. I know this is a little sudden, but could you come hang with my folks and me. We’ll just pretend we’re a couple. I know it sounds crazy, but she’s been aching to get a litter of tiger cubs since I reached puberty... my mother’s very ill and it would bring some light in her otherwise miserable days.”

This seemed to take our affair to a whole new level that I didn’t want to get involved in.

“If I do this, then once I leave your mom’s house we have to end it. I didn’t expect this to become more of a thing. Than it already has.”

“Ooh, this is going to be so deliciously scandalous...” Desdemona smiled. “Mom’s going to flip when you bring over this plump human.”

Plump? Why I oughta
...

I rolled my eyes.

*

L
ynx’s home looked more like the places I’d seen in New Orleans. The dark emerald green water and the low hanging leaves on the willow trees—just beautiful. It sort of reminded me of being home.

“There’s a few things you need to know when dealing with a pack of weretigers,” Lynx warned me.

I shook my head. “Like what?”

“The leader of the pack is called the Apex. Mothers of the pack are called the Matriarch. My father is Dashel and my Mother is Violetta—”

I heard Desdemona snicker. “She’s hopeless, Lynx. Don’t waste your breath trying to teach a human about the ways of the beast.

Lynx only ignored her. “You’ll do fine...”