Furry Fling (Bayside Tigers Series Book 2)

Furry Fling

(Bayside Tigers Series)

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By Rachel Real

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ARNING: Explicit and graphic love scenes are ahead. If you are uncomfortable with VERY GRAPHIC sex, turn back now. This book is intended for readers 18+

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Sneak Peak

W
hen Garfield Draper and I married, I thought I’d be happy. Garfield made billions in the financial markets trading commodities. He rescued me out of a life of poverty in the backwaters of the New Orleans Bayou and whisked me off to my new beautiful beachfront estate in the quiet town of Bayside.

But it’s
too
quiet...

And I’ve gotten bored of attending the outrageously expensive dinner galas and sun bathing on the beach with the other rich wives living on the island. I don’t know. It’s just with each passing day, I feel more and more dead inside and I’m not sure how much longer I can go on.

I looked over and saw Garfield getting ready, his body was still sopping with water as he just stepped out of the shower. His lean fit body stood in front of me completely naked and exposed. He had a majesty about him that made my blood run hot. His wet hard length grazed my thigh.

“Rory, I made an appointment with a mechanic to see about my 1962 Rolls Royce. It’s always been a dream of mine to have it classically restored.”

My husband then turned with his husky bare chest facing me. Garfield leaned in close, gently caressing my arms. I looked up at him when his fingers stroked my hair behind my ears. I relished the smell of his addicting aftershave.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told me in his dark low voice. I know you’re still trying to find roots here. It’s not as bad as you think. Trust me, in no time you’ll never want to leave.”

I shrugged. “No, really. I’m fine.”

Garfield stroked his thumb across my parted lips. It took him so little effort to turn me on. He never made me feel insecure about my curves and that’s why I loved him. But I wasn’t
in
love with him—and there wasn’t anything I could do about that.

Garfield gripped my hair and kissed me deeply, groping me on my ass. The savory taste of his mouth sent chills to my fingertips. He about 6’3 and had these tense golden eyes.

I pulled away from his grasp and sat down on the edge of our bed.

“When’s your appointment?” I asked feeling a bit restless.

“12:30. You should be heading out,” he smiled giving me one last kiss on the cheek.

Garfield handled me like a fragile dove. He’s been nothing but a total gentleman. He put on his navy blazer and yanked it down at the sides. The two of us walked to our garage he took the black sedan and I hopped into his classic seafoam colored coupe. Once my husband drove out first, I followed and then made a sharp turn towards town.

*

“H
ello?” I called out in the noisy garage.

I heard a loud banging noise coming from somewhere in the back. At least a dozen cars were sitting on cinderblocks waiting to be serviced. I stared down at the business card Garfield handed me and shouted the name.

“Hello, is there a Lynx Blackthorn here?”
Maybe I came to the wrong place.
I pondered.

Suddenly, I caught my breath when a strappingly built man slid from underneath a broken down car. He lay there shirtless with his hard body covered in slick oil and grime, but I couldn’t see his face since it was hidden underneath a welding mask.

But, boy did I see his body!
He was ripped and lean for days. And his loosely fit overalls sit so low on his hips it made me blush. He had washboard abs you thought only existed on photoshopped billboards. Lynx raised his arm and snapped his mask from covering his face.

He then looked me over with these deeply golden yellow animalistic eyes. Lynx stood upright and set his blow torch on the hood of the car.

“I’m sorry. You...you’re Lynx Blackthorn, right?” I asked, trying to quiet my nerves.

He broadly grinned. “That’s what they call me. Mind handing me that wrench?”

Lynx raised his muscled arm over my shoulder.

“Um, yes—sure,” I flushed.

Before I turned to hand him the wrench, I noticed him checking out my ass.

“Alright, you know what? My eyes are up here,” I pointed.

He leaned back a bit and cocked his eyebrow at me. “
Is that so
? If that’s the case, how come your eyes couldn’t tell the difference between a hammer and a wrench?”

My face turned red when I glanced down at the tool—that was
very much
a hammer—in my hand.

“Yeah, sure. Know what, I don’t have the time to argue with you about this. My husband has an appointment set up to start a restoration job on his old car.”

“So, then you must be Mrs. Draper. Since you’re new to Bayside, I’ll give you a discount. And I’ll also give you a discount for me being a bit of a dick. Fair?”

He said, but my focus couldn’t tear away from his craving eyes.

“No. That won’t be necessary. Do you have any idea when you’ll have the job done?”

Lynx swaggered out ahead of me. His massive frame outsized me by several feet. My heart suddenly jumps when he gets much too close. I noticed this seashell necklace dangling from his neck.

“This heap of junk is gonna need the works...” he blurted with flip in his voice. “New paint job. New mufflers...
hell
looks like an all new semi-engine too. He’ll be waiting all summer before I finish.”

I rolled my eyes. Gagging at the thought that Lynx and I would see each other eye-to-eye for at least three months. The old coupe was the only car I had to tote around the island.

“Without this car, I’ve got no other way to get around...” I sighed.

Lynx shrugged his broad shoulders.

“If you’re looking to keep yourself busy, you’ve got the best tour guide in Bayside standing right in front of you. Since you’ve got my card, just give me a ring whenever you need a ride,” he grinned.

“Okay,” I squeak looking again at his nicely contoured golden abs. Another part of me wasn’t sure whether accepting his offer was a smart idea or if I just made a deal with the Devil of Bayside.

G
arfield and I sat at the breakfast table the next morning. He unfurled a crisp newspaper in his hands and skimmed through the financial section. While eating my breakfast, my mind wandered off way off to other things...

Things like Lynx Blackthorn standing behind me and pressing his sturdy well-oiled chest into my back.

Jeez, you’ve got to stop fantasizing, Rory!
I hissed to myself. But I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to run my hands down his hard fit muscles. My breaths became shallow, and I bit my lip.

“Ah!” I cried touching my lips with the tip of my finger.

As I pulled it away, I saw blood.

Garfield lowered the paper taking a long look at me.

“Is everything okay?”

“Nothing’s the matter. I’m just a klutz is all,” I squealed exhaling quickly.

Garfield then returned his attention to the newspaper.

“I’m thinking about going into town to pick up some things. Is there anything you want?” I asked standing up from the table.

“Why don’t you pick up some steaks and I’ll have Raoul prepare something for tonight.”

Garfield always had a real love of meat. He liked the priciest cuts of steak and beef.

I nodded smiling weakly.

I left the table swiftly and looked at myself in the hallway mirror. Of course, all I could see was my chunky hips and batwing arms.

This dress is way too frumpy. I can’t go out looking like this.
My face was just so round and my arms just looked so big. Then I smacked myself on the forehead.

“What you look like doesn’t matter, Rory. It’s just running errands and getting groceries,” I mumbled to myself.

I dug in my small purse and fished out my cellphone. Then I gave Lynx a call.

“Blackthorn Auto repair, do you need something?”

“Hi Lynx, it’s me. Rory Draper. I’m sort of in a bind and need a ride to...”

Blackthorn interrupted me.

“No worries. I’ll be right over...make sure you wear something short and tight. It’s hot out,” he growled.

As I widened my eyes, Blackthorn had already hung up the phone.

What did he just say to me? Who does this Lynx Blackthorn think he is?

I peeked my head in the dining room doorway and saw that Garfield had left the table. After that, I gathered my hair up and pulled it into a ponytail.

“AH!”

I jumped when I heard the loud blaring noise of the horn at my door. I carefully trotted down the front stairs in my high espadrilles sandals. Blackthorn waited for me, leaning on the passenger’s side of his work truck. He wore just a casual baseball t-shirt, cargos and a backwards cap.

He had a hungry smile on his face that made me blush before I even got down to the last stair.

“You look sexy,” he said licking the dry corners of his mouth.

“Ugh, can’t we just go now,” I murmured.

Lynx’s smile spread across his cheeks as we both jumped in.

*

T
here was something really strange about the way Lynx hovered very closely to fresh cuts of meat being sold at the beach farmer’s market. He sniffed it wildly as I looked on. His slick black hair had these little white streaks on the side, I noticed. He had the stature of a God among mortals, like some sex creature from out of this dimension.

Ok, back to reality, Rory.

“Is all that really necessary?” I squinted.

“Why don’t you tell me something?” Lynx threw the steak into my wicker basket. “What’s a young gal like you doing with some stuffy real estate guy?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, he’s good to me. And he’s a banker... If it weren’t for Garfield I never would have seen half of the world.”

“But does he
rock
your world?” Lynx arched a brow.

I looked at him like that question couldn’t possibly be serious. But still I beamed like a little starry school girl.

“Are you always this cheesy?”

“It can get worse, you’ll see...” he teased.

I smirked and shook my head.

“It’s just that you don’t look like the type of gal who likes getting dressed up and prettifying herself like some rich man’s kept woman. You seem like the type who likes to go running around naked and wild on the beach at midnight.

Never.

“That just shows you don’t know as much about me as you thought, Mr. Blackthorn. I’d never ruin my reputation or make myself look like a fool.”

I rolled my eyed downward.

Lynx agreeably nodded his head.

“So, it’s fine with you that your life’s boring and pointless? Got it.”

Now, that just wasn’t fair. It’s easy for some handsome beach dwelling mechanic to judge my life. Everyone plays the hand they were dealt, and I wasn’t going to take being belittled just because I didn’t know the difference between a hammer and a wrench. Who cares?

“Look, this is clearly a bad idea,” unwilling to stick around.

I pushed my cart ahead angrily.
Unbelievable
. I inhale deep breaths in order to stifle being irritated. Then I turned and walked straight out of the exit. Even if I have to walk everywhere friggin’ barefoot, I’ll never catch a ride from Blackthorn again. Then someone grabbed me from behind, and roughly gripped their hand over my face. He brutally groped my in thighs and manhandled me into submission.

“Give me everything you have in your purse, bitch!” the mugger shouted.

And I struggled against him feeling like at any moment he might snap my neck.

I couldn’t scream or make a sound. My legs kicked him furiously with every ounce that I had.

Then suddenly, a black shadow came ripping from the dark, lunging at the crazed man holding me hostage. I heard a low growl and saw golden eyes blaze in the warm darkness. Blood covered the wild animal’s mouth. A tiger approached me, widening its jaws.

I gasped.
Is this wild beast going to kill me?

I trembled in fear for my life. Afraid it would, tear me in two. Then I saw a seashell hanging from the tiger’s neck. And realized it was the same one that dangled around Lynx’s neck.

Oh my God! It can’t be Blackthorn...

Can it?

“A
tiger,
really
?” I shouted.