Confessions of a Mail Order Bride - Complete (7 page)

“Wha…” I felt myself growing hot. “What’s a share-bear pact?” Could it possibly be what I thought it was?

Vic confirmed my suspicion. “Basically, it’s when two male bear shifters agreed to share one woman, physically and emotionally.”

Not one, but two partners?! “I…uh…um…I…well.” It had never occurred to me the site had intended to match me with not one, but both of the men.

I had a quick visual of the two shifters, Evan and Grant, sliding against me, their rough beards scratching me as they licked my tits, belly, and ass. I could feel my panties growing a little wet. What the hell was wrong with me? I wanted someone like Brad. He was clean shaven and manicured. I bet he smelled like expensive, spicy cologne. Not only was he amazing to look at, but his power deals were an aphrodisiac. I wasn’t interested in one, let alone two scruffy baker boys.

“I…I…didn’t realize you had that type of thing on the site?”

Vic leaned his head back and roared with laughter. “That type of thing? What the heck is that type of thing? These are two men that have a strong bond with each other and want to share that with one woman. What’s wrong with that?”

“Do the men…” my voice trailed off. I was curious if the two men had sexual relations with each other.

Vic could read my thoughts and his blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he answered me, “Maybe in some triad relationships the men get it on, but not with these two. They are brothers, after all.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”

“As you probably know ‘Luscious Lads and Ladies Marriage Mates’ is a fairly new site—it’s young. Grant and Evan Myles are the first pair of men we have on the site looking for a partner to form a trio with. They only uploaded their profiles recently, so you probably missed seeing them.”

That was true. I’d been so busy staring at Brad on page two of the site that I hadn’t looked at the new profiles that had been uploaded recently.

“We don’t have other pairs on there now, but I expect there will be more in the future. I know Conrad and Kurtis from C and K Realty are in the process of taking their personality tests now and plan to add their profiles. They’re also looking to form a triad.”

“Got it, well it doesn’t really matter. I’m sure Brad’s the one for me. Anyway, I need to get to my room and freshen up before the wedding.” I vaguely wondered what type of woman would partner with Grant and Evan. I couldn’t imagine handling two men, let alone two shifters at one time. I’d been divorced twice and each one of those men had been a handful on their own.

Vic nodded as he handed me a key. “Max took your bag up. You’re in room 22. It’s at the end of the hall and looks out over the trees in the back. It’s a nice room. I think you’ll be very comfortable there. Max will have gotten you some ice. You can ring him for more if you need it, or the ice machine is at the opposite end of the hall.”

“Thanks for the hospitality, Vic,” I said, “and thanks for helping me meet my mate!”

“Sure,” Vic replied. “Anytime…one day I hope to meet my mate on there.”

“I really hope you do.” I knew Vic started the site in order to find a mate for himself. I waved my hand at him. “Have you had any luck at all with that?”

“No, not yet,” Vic shook his head sadly. “I’ll know her when I see her and I haven’t seen her yet.”

“Maybe she’ll find you,” I said brightly. On the Luscious site the men were all shifters from Shifter Villages. They loaded their profile to the site in hopes a woman would see it and write them looking for a mate. Women from all over could also load their profiles in hopes that one of the shifters would be interested in seeing them as a potential mate. Right now there weren’t a ton of women or men on the site, but it was growing as more people found out about it.

“I hope so,” Vic scratched his bald head, “and sooner, rather than later!”

“I’m sure it will happen,” I said confidently. Vic seemed like such a nice guy. It was a shame he had not met his match. “It is so nice of you to help others.”

Vic’s face lit up. “Yeah, I’m the most popular guy in town right now. Everyone wants to be on the site, especially after finding out that Adrian found his mate on there. And it does feel good to help others.”

“You’re going to Adrian and Sherry’s wedding, right?” I asked.

“Of course, it’s the first match from ‘Luscious Lads and Ladies’. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Vic pointed his finger and drew a large round air circle. “Right now there’s a big fat zero under marriage matches made at the website. But after tonight,” he drew a vertical line in the air, “I’ll be able to change that to a one!”

“I bet there’s plenty more marriage matches to come.” I said. I mean, what woman in her right mind wouldn’t want a hot and sexy shifter? As the word spread about the site, it would probably be deluged with women from around the world vying to find their mate! Thank God I’d found Brad before anyone else had a shot at him!

“I think so, too,” Vic said.

“Well, I better go freshen up, Brad is meeting me here tonight and taking me to the church and then to the reception after.”

“Did you hear the reception is being held at Kane’s Bar and Grill, not Adrian’s Barbershop?”

“Yeah, I know,” I smiled. “At first, Sherry planned to have it at the barbershop…not sure how that was going to work out! She’s having a beach theme, so I think she was planning to cover the barber chairs and floors with beach towels! Kane’s Bar and Grill offered to host it so she moved it there. I think that will work much better.”

“Agreed, it sounds like a wiser choice to me,” Vic said and then he added softly, “you know, sometimes we make choices and they’re not right…but we try to stick to them anyway,” he looked at me intently.

I frowned. “Hmm, are you trying to give me a message?” Was he insinuating that I should be looking at Evan and Grant as my potential mates instead of Brad Stanford? Who was he kidding?

Vic furrowed his brow. “Just remember to keep your heart open, Judith.”

“Don’t turn around. Close your eyes…now.”

I can smell the scent of grass and pine coming from behind me. He must have just come in from a run in his animal. I had heard how a run affected shifters sexually, and the thought excited me.

“But, I…”

“Do as I say.” The masculine voice is bold, insistent and commanding.

My eyes shut tightly, I feel the man’s hands come up from behind me and cover my eyes with a long piece of cloth. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he ties the blindfold closed. He spins me around, pressing my body against his. Hot breath that smells of honey washes over me.

It feels good in his arms, yet something inside me can’t accept that I’m not in control. I squirm to break away.

He presses me tighter to him. “It’s time you let go, Judith. Let go with me…”

“Well, I…”

He puts a finger to my lips. “Why try to hide it? I can smell your arousal. Why don’t you admit that you want me? That you want me to take you for mine…give in to your desires, Judith.”

It’s true. I do want him more than anything…and he knows it. I stop struggling and lean into him.

“Why are you wearing those clothes?” He demands, as if wearing clothes is a terrible thing. “You should be naked for me.”

He doesn’t wait for my response and lifts my tank top slowly over my head. When the shirt is half way up and my arms are pinned inside it in the air, he leans in, kissing the top of my breasts. As he licks the sensitive skin there, my nipples grow hard, eager for his lips. He pulls the tank the rest of the way off and I hear a soft whooshing sound as he tosses it aside. As he unhooks my bra, my breasts spill out from the cups and I hear him begin to breathe harder. I shiver, knowing he is looking at my bare breasts and stomach. I have scars on my abdomen from being burned in a fire. I got used to them long ago, but I always wonder what men think when they see them for the first time. Though I can’t see his face, I can sense from his eagerness to free me from my clothes that the marks don’t bother him. His hands tug on my breasts, squeezing and fondling.

Then he leans in, taking turns nibbling and sucking each one, swirling the nipples with his tongue. He lightly bites them as he holds them in a solid grip. “Your nipples are so delicious,” he moans, pushing his face between my breasts as he hungrily tastes them.

The sensations send a thrill of pleasure through me. I can feel myself growing wet. I’ve given up trying to stay in control. I want him…every part of him. I reach out to touch him. His arm is slick, with a light layer of sweat. I run my hands over his muscled chest…I can’t see it, but I can feel the firm hardness. I can smell his desire—earthy and wanting.

He pins my hands behind my back with one of his big hands and uses the other to tilt my face towards him. Brushing my cheeks with his fingers, he moves them to my lips, lightly pressing a finger to my mouth, then gently opens my mouth and pushes his finger inside. He strokes the finger in my mouth back and forth a few times, wetting it. Then he kisses me, holding my face in his hands. It’s a deep, passionate kiss that sends an electric spark shooting from my brain; down to my toes. Then his tongue runs over the length of my neck, along my breasts, and down my belly. He is lightly licking my scars and his tongue feels so healing.

I feel his hands eagerly grope for the zipper of my jeans and in seconds he has them puddled by my ankles. He quickly pulls them off.

“That’s more like it,” he growls. “Now these…nothing should be between us.”

Large, probing fingers tug on the elastic of my panties and he slides them down, taking time to run his palms slowly along my ass cheeks. I love the feel of this man’s hands on my backside and I can’t resist jutting my butt out a little so I can experience it even more.

I am totally naked in front of him and goosebumps chase my skin.

“Tell me Judith, do you want to be fucked?”

I say nothing, but a shiver of anticipation runs through me.

“Don’t be shy. Tell me what you want.”

“I want…I want you to fuck me.” God it had been so long.

He grunted. “That’s good, because I can’t think of anything I want to do more than fuck your sweet pussy. But first I need to eat that nectar of yours.”

He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to another room, plopping me down on a bed. I couldn’t see anything but I could hear how excited he was from his breathing.

“You make my dick rock hard,” he growled.

God, his voice was sexy. I reached up from the bed, groping around his body. I could feel his beefy thigh and then his cock. It throbbed under my hand and I gasped as I ran my fingers along the length of it. It was so thick and huge.

He pulled my body to the edge of the bed so my feet were dangling over it. His tongue brushed along my breasts and belly, then along my thighs. I pushed his head deep between my legs. My pussy is aching to feel his tongue. Burying his face in my folds and pushing my thighs back to open them as wide as possible, he licks slowly up and down, driving me wild with need. Soft bristles from his facial hair scratch me lightly, adding to the pleasure.

“Oh God,” I moaned, clutching at the bed sheets. “This feels so good.” I claw at his back, my fingernails pressing into his skin.

I can hear him sucking noisily on my juices, licking every drop.

“You are so beautiful, baby,” he groans.

His tongue won’t let up, driving deep into my folds, licking and sucking. Then he zeroes in on my clit. As he flicks the little pink bud back and forth with his magic tongue, the tension in my body builds. I know I am going to explode in seconds. Right when I am on the verge, he pulls away and rams his cock deep inside of me. As my legs straddle his hips, he thrusts his dick in and out; deep and hard, filling me up and stretching me to my limits.

“You like it?” he asks, grinning.

I nod my head and moan as he grips my ass tightly.

“I love fucking your little pussy, baby…and I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.”

I gulp, gasping for air as our bodies move together and his swollen cock demands to fill me up completely, pushing past the resistance of my opening. I am so wet I am sopping.

“You’re so fucking tight and juicy. You’re going to make me come baby doll.”

“Fuck me, fuck me…oh God!” I scream out as drops of his sweat splash onto my body.

“I’m going to make you scream for more.”

My body can’t stand it anymore and I feel myself beginning to shake as I let everything go and the tremor of my orgasm takes over.

“Ahhhhhh…” I can’t hold back any longer. “This feels so good! Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop!”

“Scream baby…let it all out…who do you love!”

“You…I love you!” I cry out, trembling.

“Say it again…”

“You!” I scream. “You!”

He reaches forward and pulls the blindfold off my face.

A man with a scruffy beard, dirty blond hair, and warm brown eyes stares back at me. It looks like…Evan? Grant? What the hell…?

I awoke with a start. After Vic showed me to my room, I’d decided to take a quick catnap before the wedding and I’d fallen asleep fast. What a dream I’d had. Wow! It was crazy how our dreams could be a jumble of our daily lives. I couldn’t wait to see Brad and experience all he had to offer. Yet, here one of those scruffy baker men, Evan or Grant, had showed up in my dream because Vic had mentioned them earlier today. I had to admit, the dream had been really hot. The experience had seemed so real. And the love making was, well…

I shook my shoulders. Get a grip, Judith. It was just a dream. Tonight I would be meeting Brad…smooth, elegant, sexy Brad, the man I was really here for.