Furocious: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (4 page)

“You…you…mean the two of you…at once?”

“And not just for now, for the future too—a share-were pact.” Monty nodded his head. His cocoa eyes were rich with desire. “Your Gran gave us the idea.”

I bit my lip nervously as I remembered Gran asking the two if they had a share-were pact. I knew several people that had a share-were pact including my friend and boss Alicia. But I’d never dreamed it would happen to me.

“We had this great connection when we chatted online and the minute I met you in person I knew you were the one.”

Wow, it was obvious how Monty felt. I looked over at Kyle. Normally Kyle was confident, but now he looked concerned. Was he worried that I might turn him down?

“And seeing you with Monty…well, it was a wake-up call. I realized I can’t imagine life without you.”

“So on the drive back to Frederick we were arguing over which one of us would get you,” Monty said.

I widened my eyes. Didn’t I have a say in the matter?

“We couldn’t agree on which of us should get you…” Monty shook his head.

“So, we decided,” Kyle cleared his throat, “you were woman enough for both of us. That is, if you’ll have us.”

“And crazily enough, once we agreed on that and
stopped fighting about you and started talking to each other, we realized that we had a lot of things in common.”

“Yeah,” Kyle said. “Monty’s a pretty good guy.”

Monty grinned. “But anyway…what do you think?”

“Do you like the sound of the two of us with you?” Kyle asked hopefully, cocking his head.

“Well…I…” What the hell? Why did I sound even a little bit hesitant—two smokin’ weremen and me? You bet I liked that idea—a lot! “I…I do.”

Relief washed over Kyle’s face. “Can we show you what we have in mind?” Kyle didn’t wait for an answer. He stood and scooped me up in his arms.

“Where’s the biggest bed, baby?” he murmured.

Shakily, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “The one upstairs at the end of the hall,” I managed to blurt out.

“We can’t wait to pleasure you,” Monty said, his voice husky with need.

As Kyle headed up the stairs and Monty followed, I let out a deep breath. Oh my God. I just hoped I could live up to their expectations. I wished I could call Alicia right then and ask her how she handled two shifters at one time.

Kyle gently tossed me on the bed and wasted no time stripping down to his boxers.

“How about putting this on?” Monty reached in his pocket and pulled out one of my bikini panties.

“Hell to the no, Monty,” Kyle waved the panties away. “She won’t need those. We need our girl naked.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right on this one, Kyle,” Monty said.

What the heck? The two really were getting along.

Monty tossed the panties to the side and pulled down his jeans. I was shocked to see he was commando under his pants, and God he was huge. His thick cock was bulging and straining at the bit—so ready to go.

“We could be easy on you, Angie,” Kyle grinned, “but I know you like it a little rough.”

I could feel myself blushing. The truth was, I wasn’t any Angel when it came to sex. I wanted it hot and deep. But could I handle that with two of them?

Kyle wasted no time and started nibbling on my ear. “You strip her down, Monty,” he moaned. Then, his lips found my mouth, where he kissed me hard, his tongue pushing inside me insistently.

“With pleasure,” Monty growled. He unzipped my jeans and wiggled them off my bottom while Kyle moved his lips to my mouth. His hands roamed my hips and butt, grazing my pussy.

“So sweet…get the top, Kyle.”

Kyle reached his hand down under my shirt and lifted it up, pulling it over my head. He gently took down my bra straps. Reaching behind my back, he unhooked my bra and tossed it to the side. I was totally nude now except for my bikini panties.

“Your skin is so creamy and luscious,” Kyle said, running his hands along my breasts. He tweaked the nipples firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “Mmmm.”

“Are you doing ok?” Monty asked. “Sounds like you’re having trouble breathing.”

“I…I’m fine,” I managed to stammer. This was incredible. I felt like pinching myself to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

“Good. Get ready, because you’re going to be screaming with pleasure in a minute.”

I gripped the bed sheets tightly.

“Let me get rid of these,” Kyle said. He stood up and whipped off his boxers, revealing his throbbing cock.

It was huge and I knew I wanted that dick in my mouth. As Kyle climbed back on the bed, I repositioned myself so I was further up the mattress, giving the two men more room to maneuver. Kyle straddled my face, his throbbing cock angled at my mouth. I grabbed his thick penis and licked it, and he tucked a pillow behind my head so I could get a better angle. God he tasted so good. I sucked the length of him, relishing every inch.

Monty rubbed his hand along the skin of my hips. Then he moved his hot tongue down my belly to my thighs, licking and nibbling. He pushed my legs apart, diving into my folds and sucking my sopping wet pussy. His greedy tongue was licking back and forth along my slit, sucking up every morsel he could find. It felt so delicious.

I couldn’t help it; with either Kyle or Monty the sex had been hot and steamy. But now it was a raging inferno; and my pussy was on fire. As Monty angled his tongue to suck my bud, I was on the verge of exploding.

“Shit! You’re going to make me shoot my load!” Kyle’s face had a look of pure ecstasy and I knew he was ready to come. I increase the pace a little. I could feel him tighten and then spurts of cum shoot into my mouth, dripping down the sides as he let go. “You suck my cock so good!”

I lapped hungrily, catching every drop of the creamy liquid.

Kyle rolled off of me and gently stroked my breasts, running his magic fingers along the sensitive skin.

Any minute I knew I would explode. Monty took a long lick up my slit, then moved his tongue up my tummy. His body next to mine, he pushed his cock deep into my folds, filling me to the brim.

He stroked with deep, hard movements, his hips thrusting. “Are you hungry for my cock?”

God yes! And he was hitting me right on my most sensitive spot.

“I’m gonna pound you and make you scream…” Monty thrust deeper into me.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I screamed with pleasure as the intensity of my orgasm echoed throughout my body.

Monty moaned as he let go. “God! You’re so fucking good baby.” He gently pushed me on my side and wrapped his strong arms around my waist as Kyle wrapped his around my ass.

I lay there, perfectly content in a sandwich between my two lovers. If only I was as good at baking as I was at making sandwiches!

“Ok, ready to get started?” I rolled up my sleeves.

“You bet I am,” Kyle said. 

“Me three,” Monty chimed in. “Let’s get a little fresh air in here.” He pushed open the kitchen window.

I could hear the sound of birds chirping and a gentle breeze flowed into the room.

I ambled over to the kitchen drawer and pulled out a ruffled apron. Tying it around my waist, I walked over to the cupboard. 

Kyle whistled. “You look mighty sexy in that apron. I’d like to see you in that with nothing on underneath.”

“Knock it off Kyle, I’m a professional now,” I joked. I glanced in the cupboard. It was well stocked, with baking powder, vanilla, oil, confectioner’s sugar, cake flour, granulated sugar, and spices.

“It looks like Gran’s got a lot of supplies,” I said. Now I just had to figure out what to do with them.

Kyle looked in the fridge. “There’s eggs and butter in here. We should be able to knock this out,” Kyle stated. “There are three of us, after all, and Granny.”

“Yeah,” I said grimacing, “…except three of us don’t really have a clue when it comes to baking, and Granny’s upstairs resting.”

“Not so fast, pretty girl,” Monty said. “You got to fake it till you make it. Look what I found.” Monty set his laptop on the farm table in front of us.

I stared at the screen. “How to decorate cupcakes like a pro when you’re not,” I read aloud. Dozens of delicious looking cupcake photos graced the screen.

“This is exactly what we are going to do,” Monty said matter of factly. “We are going to bake cupcakes and decorate with these easy methods—very classy and simple.”

“Hmm, those cupcakes do look tasty.” And they did. I was salivating, looking at the cupcakes that boasted simple decorations like shaved chocolate, piped designs, fresh fruit and other goodies.

“Hacking cupcake decorations that’s what I’d call it—it looks doable. And we can do the same on the cakes,” Kyle added as he looked over Monty’s shoulder. “Now there is just the matter of… ”

“…the cake batter itself,” Monty said, finishing Kyle’s sentence. Amazing how well these two were getting along.

“Well, she’s got the supplies in the cupboard. We can find a recipe,” Kyle stated.

“You know,” I said, “thinking about it, I remember reading that Jackie Kennedy often had the White House Chef bake her favorite cake and it was from a boxed cake mix. One you can get at any supermarket!”

“Whoa, really?” Kyle said, his eyes widening.

“Yep, the cake
and
the icing. Since we know it’s delicious, instead of baking from scratch we can use ready-made.”

“Well, if it’s good enough for the White House to serve it’s good enough for Grandma Harper’s Sweet Tastes Bakery…cake batter problem solved,” Monty grinned. He peered at the screen. “We’re going to need some fruit and other decorations though to get our cakes to look like that.”

“I’m on it,” I pulled a pad of paper off the desk and started writing down what we’d need.

“Fruit like blueberries, strawberries…” Monty started naming items as he studied the photos on the computer.

As fast as he talked I wrote it down. When he’d finished, I pulled the sheet of paper off the pad and handed it to Kyle. “So the grocery list has everything we’ll need on it…fruit, decorations, cupcake liners, chocolate, two dozen cake mixes, frosting... Kyle, you and Monty go to the store and I’ll stay with Gran and get the baking equipment organized.”

As much as I wanted to go grocery shopping with my men and pick out the fresh fruit, chocolate, and other items we needed for baking and decorating, but I knew Gran should not be left alone. 

“Consider it done,” Kyle said as he took the list.

As the two men left for the store I called after them, “Get something good for dinner!” 

While the men were gone, I looked over Gran’s list. She was very organized and I could see that the first order of cupcakes for a child’s birthday party was due to be ready tomorrow. 

I spent over an hour going through her entire order schedule and making notes on what and when it was due; if the order was to be delivered or picked up. Then I pulled out her baking pans to see what she had.

As I was looking over the pans, Gran came down from her bedroom for lunch.

Aside from the pantry items for baking, it looked like Missy had been to the store. There was luncheon meat, cheese and a loaf of whole wheat bread.

“Kyle and Monty went to the grocery store. They’ll be bringing back cake mixes, frosting and some other things we need to fill the orders.”

“Packaged cake mix and ready-made frosting?” Gran stuck her tongue out.

“Well, I’m sure they’ll get something nice for dinner. You’ll like that.”

As soon as I said it, I heard the grating of a car crunching over the gravel driveway and the sound of car doors slamming. I was so happy the men were back. They’d only been gone an hour or so but I’d missed them so much. I ran to the door and flung it open, a big smile on my face.

To my shock, it wasn’t them. Two burly men were standing there, nasty snarls on their faces.

“That’s them!” Gran said, her voice shaking. “The loan shark bullies. And that one…that one pushed me,” she pointed to one of the men. He looked to be about 300 pounds and he’d obviously been in a lot of battles; deep scars etched his face.

“How dare you push my Grandmother!” I was too angry to be afraid.

“My, my, my…what have we here?” the man to his left said.  “A feisty, little bitch?”

“Little bitch got nice tits and ass,” the scarred man said as his lust filled eyes roamed up and down my curves. “Wouldn’t mind getting me a piece!”

“Get out! Get out now—before I call the cops!” I screamed. How dare they upset my grandmother!

“Oh, Ms. Feisty thinks she’s gonna holler for the cops does she? We’ll just see about that.” He pushed his way in the door and grabbed my arms, pinning them behind my back.

I struggled to break free. “Let me go…”

He ignored me. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be screaming my name and begging for more.”

He moved closer to me, so close I could smell his stinky breath.

I struggled to transition, but he was holding me so tightly I couldn’t break free.

Suddenly, a deep voice boomed across the room. “You’re going to be screaming in pain by the time we’re through!”

“Kyle!” I cried.

“You thugs saved us some time. We were planning to come looking for you,” Monty said.

One of the burly thugs started cracking up. “You boys look to be in good shape but you ain’t no match for trained professionals like me and Jim.”

“What’s your name?” Kyle asked.

“It’s Gus. Why?” Gus asked curiously.

“I like to know the names of the thugs I beat up,” Kyle responded menacingly. In seconds he transformed into his bear, and Monty followed.

He reached his paw out and slapped Gus, a good hard knock across the head. Then he slapped the one called Jim.

Monty grabbed Jim’s arms and pulled them around his back till he screamed.

“Owww, let me go. That hurts.”

Gran shouted out. “How do you think I felt when you broke my arm?”

Kyle grabbed Gus’s arms and pinned them. The two thugs were screaming in pain.

“I hope you two realize who you are fooling with here,” I said. I pointed to Gran, who had a firm expression on her face. “That is my Gran,” I pointed to Kyle and Monty, “these two bears are Gran’s protectors. And if you mess with Gran,
you
will get messed up. Don’t you forget it!” My voice was shaking, but I knew I’d made my point.

Gran stood up, wagging her finger in the men’s faces. “You are terrible and nasty men. Your mothers would be ashamed!”

The two men gaped at Gran. It was obvious they weren’t used to frail looking elderly women standing up to them.

Monty patted Gran on the back. “You tell ‘em Grandma Harper!”

“Gran has more than paid you back.” I said. “You got your money with interest. If I ever hear of you two coming round here or bothering Gran again, well, I can’t even begin to say what these two bears will do to you. In the meantime,” I picked up my cell and punched in 911, “The cops will be here any minute and you’d better admit to extortion!”

~*~

“Did you see the look on their faces?” Monty said. “They were so shocked!”

“They were more surprised at the telling off Gran gave them than the beating we handed to them,” Kyle laughed.

“That’s my sweet Gran,” I said, looking lovingly at my grandmother.

“Like grandmother, like granddaughter,” Monty grinned.

“You’re both feisty,” Kyle added approvingly.

“Well Kyle, you and Monty were ferocious. Gran, you were ferocious too!”

“I know I was,” Gran said smugly. “Oh, and I wanted to tell you, you can take those frostings and deviled cake mixes back to the store. Right before I came down for lunch I was on the phone negotiating.”

“Negotiating…Grandma?”

“Yep, I can make deals too, just like they do on the TV shows. I sold Sweet Taste Bakery to Mrs. Bailey.

“Mrs. Bailey?”

“Yes, she owns the candy shop across town and she wants to expand and add a bakery business. She’s buying me out lock, stock and barrel…my customer base and this house. There’ll be plenty of money to pay my bills and a lot extra. Heck, you might even get a little inheritance—unless I spend it on shoes,” she chuckled.

“But Gran, you love baking!” I couldn’t believe this.

“Yes, Angel Sue, I do. But baking birthday cakes and cupcakes for charity is plenty.”

“Of course, Gran, I understand. You’re tired.”

“Hell no girl, I’m not tired. I got plenty of life in these old bones. I just want to bake for fun, not for a business. I want more time to shop. I just want to go live it up at the retirement home—Werewolf Haven. I’ve got friends there.”

Kyle and Monty gave me a quizzical look. They weren’t the only ones puzzled. “But Gran, Werewolf Haven is just for wolf shifters. You’re not a shifter.”

Gran opened her eyes wide and gave me a ‘you silly girl look’. “Oh, but I am...”

“But…”

“You remember that hot, hunky wolf shifter that came round delivering milk ‘bout ten years ago,” Gran smiled as the memory resurfaced.

“Yes…”

“Well, I was sitting in the kitchen wearing nothing but my…”