Free Desires of the Cowboy Bears (BBW MMF Menage Shapeshifter Romance) by Tabitha O'Dell

Desires of the Cowboy Bears
     
    Two men who were once total strangers were now
spreading kisses all over the curves of my body. Hot and passionate, I was
delirious with pleasure as the two men – no, the two werebears – turned my
nerves into desire as their lips, their hands, and their tongues caressed my
body.
    If only two weeks ago someone had told me that this
would happen, I would have laughed in their face. Now I was living it and it
was the greatest thing I’d ever known.
    But I never would have guessed we could have ended up
here.
    Growing up on a five thousand acre ranch in Texas
doesn’t give a girl many opportunities to meet men. At twenty-two, I spent more
time on horseback than I did much else. My life was the ranch, and as my father’s
only child, there was no doubting it would all be mine one day.
    Even though I wasn’t sure I wanted it.
    It’s not that I don’t love the ranch or being a
downhome cowgirl, but I missed out on college, I missed out on dating, and I
was still... well... inexperienced with men. It was hard to meet guys when you
lived miles and miles from anyone else, and even if I did know anyone, most
nights I was out keeping watch for the cougars that had been hurting our herd
lately.
    On nights I did make it into town to head over to the
local bar – playfully called The Saloon – I didn’t have much luck. Most of the
men were older than my dad, and the rest were either assholes who refused to
talk to me just because I’m curvier than most cowgirls, and the rest were only
after my daddy’s land.
    Things all changed when the ranch that bordered ours
was put up for sale. It lasted only three days before it was off the market and
my pop scoffed that it was some city slickers probably hoping to make a quick
buck off the land that had bought it.
    His opinion changed when our new neighbors, or as
close to neighbors as we would get out in the wild expanses of Texas, came
rolling in their truck down our lane one afternoon not long after they took possession
of the ranch.
    “Doesn’t look like the type of truck a city slicker
would buy,” I told my dad, but he only spit into the dirt. He wouldn’t give the
new owners a pass until they could prove that they could work the land and herd
the cattle.
    But when the two men hopped out of the rusty old
truck, my jaw went slack. They weren’t anything like what I expected when I
heard the place had sold. Hell, I was expecting a couple, not two young men who
were easily the hottest guys in the county. They were both tall and muscular –
even through their plaid shirts I could see that – and they both had bright
green eyes that sparkled in the mid-afternoon sun.
    While one had hair so dark it was almost black, the
other was a sandy blond. Both had a sight bit of stubble on their jaws, and
both wore their jeans just a little too snug.
    If my father hadn’t have mumbled, “Queers,” under his
breath, I might have been at a total loss for words.
    “Dad!” I shot at him. I didn’t care that he had grown
up in a decade where that kind of thing was okay, it wasn’t okay now. Not only
that, but I was really, really hoping the two guys weren’t gay. They might be
my only chance to actually meet someone and try to date.
    “Sorry,” he grumbled and he put on a smile as he
approached our new neighbors.
    “Howdy!” the one with the dark hair called as he
meandered over to us. “You must be the Wilsons.”
    “That we are,” my dad said as he shook the man’s hand.
“My name’s William, but everyone ‘round here calls me Buck. This here is my
daughter, Amelia.”
    “You can call me Amy,” I told them.
    “I reckon I’ll do just that,” he said. “My name’s
Hudson, Hudson Turner, and this here is my business associate, Flynn Hill.”
    “Pleasure,” the sandy blond said as he tipped his hat,
and I breathed a sigh of relief. Business associate was good, business
associate meant not lovers. Meant that hopefully they were straight.