Kara's Wolves

Kara’s Wolves

Becca Jameson

Published 2012

ISBN 978-1-59578-889-4

Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509

Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © 2012, Becca Jameson. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

Manufactured in the United States of America Liquid Silver Books http://LSbooks.com This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Blurb

Kara Shepherd is about to compete in her last gymnastics meet and graduate from college. A week before graduation, her roommates drag her out to a country bar to live a little before entering the real world. She has no idea the course her future is on is about to take a sharp turn.

Justin Masters and his lifelong friend, Trevor Shields, share everything from their home to their women. At twenty-eight years old, neither has met their mate, nor are they in a hurry to find a woman who will end their long-standing arrangement with each other.

Their dairy farm, a few miles outside of town, allows them the luxury of shifting to their wolf form any time they want in relative seclusion.

Justin’s world tips when Kara walks into the bar on a random Friday night.

Immediately recognizing her scent as that of his mate, he is drawn to her by forces beyond his control. Nervous about sharing the news with Trevor, Justin is relieved to realize Kara is also his best friend’s mate. Now all they have to do is convince Kara she belongs in a permanent ménage and track down a stalker who seems hellbent on taking Kara for himself.

Thanks to my wonderful and fantastic critique partner, Mackenzie McKade, for always being so honest and making my stories the best they can be. And a special thanks to my editor, Ansley Blackstock, for wading through all my passive voice!

“This is
so
not a good idea.” Kara Shepherd leaned back against Lindsey’s dusty red Toyota and stared down at the gravel parking lot. A cool evening Oregon breeze, typical for May, blew the dust around between the cars. “Why did I let you two talk me into this?” Kara scraped the toe of her new Durango boots through the rocks and nearly laughed out loud as her gaze roamed up her body to take in the entire package. Her roommates, Lindsey and Jessica, both bombshells, had hauled her scrawny ass into Cavender’s this afternoon for the new country-western wear she was now outfitted in— low-rise boot-cut jeans, a short white blouse tied in a knot just below her breasts, and the stiff awkward boots that would take weeks of wear to break in. Her feet, unaccustomed to shoes of any kind, were already begging to be let loose from their confines.

“Come on.” Lindsey pinned her gaze on Kara. “It’s already almost nine o’clock.”

Lindsey looked at home in her own newly purchased duds. Every curve molded to get the best effect from her tight blue jeans and skimpy tank top. There was nothing wrong with Kara’s look, but at five feet she was six to seven inches shorter than her friends and looked much younger than her age.

From out of nowhere, Lindsey and Jessica flanked Kara on both sides; each grabbed an arm and practically dragged her toward the entrance to the country bar. Kara released a squeal in protest that blended with the twangy music leaking through the walls of the joint all the way out into the parking lot.

“I don’t know how to two-step or line dance, don’t drink or smoke and have listened to country music less than a handful of times in my life. Why are we here?” she whined.

A knot in the pit of her stomach twisted at the thought of entering the crowded, smoke-filled and loud, God-awful dance hall.

Jess’s cheerful laughter filled the night air. “That’s the whole point, Kara. You need to get out more. Four years we’ve been going to Oregon State and you’ve spent the entire time like a robot going from class to the gym to the apartment, and back to class and then to the gym and back to the apartment—”

“I get the idea,” Kara mumbled.

“We’re about to graduate.” Jess showed a mouth full of perfect, white teeth. In fact, everything about the tall, slender woman was perfect. “It’s time to live a little. Maybe even …
gasp
… meet a man.”

“Oh, no.” Kara planted her feet into the loose gravel, struggling to break her friends’

hold. “Is that what this is all about?” Their grips on her arms tightened. “Don’t tell me you have someone all lined up in there. I’ll kill you both. I’m just fine, thank you very much. And far too busy for dating.” Her friends were not going to let her get away.

“No, Kara…” Lindsey began, “…we didn’t arrange a blind date or anything, although I do wish we had thought of it. Next time…” Lindsey glanced over at Kara and laughed. “You should see your horrified expression.”

Her cheeks were burning hot and beads of perspiration were threatening to burst out above her brows.

“Look, we’re just going to go inside,” Jess quickly chimed in, “get a table and have a good time. Okay?” She pulled again on Kara’s arm. Kara looked down at her friend’s grasp. If she didn’t relinquish control soon, she would end up with bruises on both sides of her body. How would she explain that to her coach Monday morning?

Oh, yeah, those bruises? Well, Coach, my girlfriends were dragging me out to a bar
and
…

“
Fine
. But I don’t want to stay long. I have to study tomorrow, early.” Kara took a deep breath, shook herself free of her captors, and let her shoulders fall into a more relaxed stance. She inhaled another breath of courage. “Let’s get this over with,” she mumbled as she made her way to the entrance, reaching into her pocket for her ID. At twenty-one, Kara’s small stature and youthful looks always made her age extremely questionable. Not that she had had many occasions in the past to demonstrate her drinking age.

Lindsey pasted on a huge smile. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” She pulled the door open and flourishing a low bow, allowed her friends to proceed inside.

The bar was wall-to-wall people, an ocean of Stetsons of every color. Even the dance floor was jammed. Loud sad tones of some slow country song filled the air, vibrating the floor beneath Kara’s feet. Kara had had no idea this place even existed just outside Corvallis. She followed behind Jess toward a tall round bar table meant purely as a place to set your drink while dancing. The tables were spaced all around the dance floor, but none of them had stools to sit on. Hell, there wasn’t even room to sit down in this establishment. It was going to be a long night.

*

Justin Masters paused, his beer midway to his lips. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck and damn. I don’t believe this.” He slammed the nearly full beer down on the table, foam frothing up and running over the sides of the bottle like a waterfall to cover the hand white-knuckling the glass.

Ryan, his closest brother in age, was startled at the line of expletives. “What? Dude?

What’s gotten into you?”

Justin raised his head, closed his eyes and took a long, slow, inhale of air into his lungs. “Mother fucker.” His skin crawled, his cock jumped to attention, and his clothes suddenly felt way too tight for his body. He struggled to control the impulse to change.

When Justin finally opened his eyes, he found himself staring straight into Ryan’s grinning face. “She’s here, isn’t she?”

Of course his brother would know exactly what was going on. They knew each other like the back of their own hands. The only other person in the world who would have also been on the same page as Justin, was Trevor. And Trevor would not be happy when he found out about tonight.

At twenty-eight years old, Trevor Shields and Justin had been sharing women for nearly half their lives. In a race against time, each had been hoping to make it into their thirties before finding their mates. This new development shot that idea to hell.

Justin shook his head at Ryan. “I’m not ready. I wanted more time. I—”

“Dude. It doesn’t work that way and you know it.” Ryan was laughing outright now.

His wavy brown hair, identical to Justin’s, fell across his eyes, covering some of the mirth. He scanned the jam-packed room. “Where is she? Do you see her yet? Is she hot?”

Justin lowered his gaze to the table. “I don’t know.” His sticky, beer-covered hand shook. He let go of the bottle to flick his fingers by his side and shake off the foam. “I’m afraid to look.”

The chuckling beside him continued. “Bro, you can’t stop fate. You’re going to have to face the music… Come on. Let’s go find her.” Ryan picked up his beer and motioned with his head for Justin to follow him.

Taking another deep breath to steady himself, Justin grudgingly grabbed his bottle and downed the entire contents while Ryan waited with a wide smirk Justin had half a mind to physically erase.

“Feel better?” Ryan was obviously loving this.

“No, smart ass. I do not feel better.”
Why now? Why tonight?

Exasperated, Justin stared at Ryan, who raised his eyebrows under his dark locks of hair as if to say, “Well? What are you waiting for?”

“Okay, okay.” Justin led the way through the crowded throng of line dancers in the direction of the powerful scent of his mate which stood out above all other smells of perfume, sweat, deodorant and aftershave permeating the confined area of the bar. His wolf hovered just beneath the surface, demanding to find his mate. It was a process as old as time. There was no avoiding it. “Not now” was not an answer.

Meandering through the crowd was slow work. Surely the place was above the legal occupancy quota tonight, or was it that his skin was crawling each time he brushed by another person? Justin had never seen so many people at Boot Scooters before, and he came here a lot. He and Trevor usually had no problem finding a woman willing to engage in the kind of sex play they enjoyed.

As if choreographed, the crowd parted, and there she stood. Justin came to a dead stop, causing Ryan to slam into the back of him.

“I’m guessing you found her?” Laughter still filled Ryan’s voice.

Dammit. This is not a joke
.

Whatever trepidation Justin had felt just moments ago evaporated into thin air.

Standing with her back to him, just a few yards away, was the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes on, assuming of course, her ass was no false advertisement for her face. Then again, you could tell a lot about a woman by just looking at her ass, and this one was a beauty. Justin sucked in a breath and held it as he beheld the tiny sprite who had no idea her world was about to change completely and irrevocably.

Barely five feet tall, she had long blond curls reaching way down her back. Justin ached to tangle his hands in those glorious locks. Jeans hung low on her slender hips to hug her sexy firm ass to perfection. Her slight waist was bare between her short blouse and formfitting jeans. Justin shivered at the thought of wrapping his huge hands around her warm middle. He could probably touch the tips of his fingers on each side. He and Trevor would completely swallow her up.

Shit, Trevor
. The thought of sharing this sexy mate of his did not sit well with Justin.

Where is this possessiveness coming from?
Plus, she did not look like the kind of girl who liked to be shared. Her stance was shy between her girlfriends, but her backbone was tense, screaming she did not want to be here. Nothing like the usual women Justin liked to spend the evening with. Women who held their heads high, thrust their breasts out and all but begged to be taken. Hell, he’d never seen his mate out anywhere before, and he knew for a fact she had never been any place he frequented. He would have caught her scent hanging in the air.

This close to her, Justin could almost taste her sweet essence on the tip of his tongue.

He stood there rigid. He would never forget this moment.