Two Bears For Christmas (2 page)

“Maybe we’ll be lucky and the lass will like us.”

Ewan snorted. “Like isn’t the word I’ll be hoping for, ye daft bastard. I’ll be hoping for the lass’s love and passion.”

“I’ll be right back.” Roddy shut the door when he saw the lass shiver. He didn’t need the wee lass catching cold, either. He wanted her healthy when she accepted them. He needed her healthy because he planned to have her again and again.

Roddy entered the bar just as he saw the door to the disabled restroom open a crack. He walked to the door, an evil grin on his face. He’d get his chance with the bastard, after all.

He pushed the door open with the flat of his hand. It slammed against the wall, and the man jumped back.

“I take it ye didn’t learn your lesson when my friend beat the shit out of ye a bit ago.” He gave the ass an evil grin and let his bear show just enough to give the blighter a low growl. “Women aren’t put here for your pleasure. They are here for you to respect them and their wishes. They are here tae love and have our bairns. Without them, we wouldnae exist, ye ass.” He grabbed the man by the front of the shirt. “What did the lass call ye? Carl, was it? The next time I see or hear of ye forcing your ugly self on a lass, I’ll kill ye. Do ye understand?”

He grinned when the man pissed his pants and nodded. “I—I understand.”

“Good. I’ll be leaving now, but before I go I wanted tae give ye this.” He drew back, balled his fingers into a fist, and punched Carl in the face. He smiled at the crunch of Carl’s nose breaking as the man slumped to the floor at his feet.

Roddy left the room with a grin. He’d be surprised if the man woke up before the party was over. If he did, he’d have a difficult time explaining how he’d pissed himself. If the rest of the women here were lucky, he would just go home and sleep it off.

Closing the door behind him, he went over to the bar and looked for a purse. Turning to the bartender, he pointed to the stool where she sat when they first arrived. “Did the lady leave her bag here, by any chance? She cannae seem tae find it.”

Reaching under the counter, the man pulled out a small bag Roddy’s sister once told him here in the states they called a clutch purse. He had no idea what they were called back home and didn’t much care.

“That would be it. She said it was small,” he lied.

“How do I know the lady left with you?”

“I just carried her through the room and out the door,” Roddy said with a scowl. “Are ye blind?” He snatched the bag from the other man and stalked through the bar and out the door.

The lass was still unconscious when he got back to the truck. Ewan, the poor bastard, stood outside the vehicle taking in great gulps of fresh air. “Do ye see what I mean? Her scent is enough tae try a saint.”

“I see what ye mean,” Ewan agreed with a nod. “Did ye find something while ye were in there?”

“I did.” He held up the bag. “I only hope it belongs tae her. I just snatched it from the barkeep as he was questioning my right tae take it from him.”

“Ye would.” Ewan chuckled. “Well, open the thing up and see if it really belongs tae our lass or if we owe the man an apology.”

Sliding the zipper open, Roddy reached in and pulled out a small wallet. In the wallet was a driver’s license with their woman’s photo. “It says her name is Tabitha Anne Kingsley.” He showed it to Ewan. “There’s her address. Perhaps we should take her home where she’ll feel safe.”

“We probably should,” Ewan said with a sigh. “But I’m thinking it might be better for us if we took her back tae our place where she cannae kick us out when she wakes up. We can always take her home later.” He grinned. Besides, it would be glorious tae see her on our bed, even if it’s only for a few minutes.”

“Then let’s do it before she wakes up.” If they were lucky, she would wake up and decide she liked being with them and they would only have to take her back to her house to pack her bags. He only hoped her scent didn’t drive them over the edge and into madness. He wanted the woman, but he wanted her willing, as well.

Tabitha woke up, warm. She was warmer than she had been in a long time. Winter had swooped in early and it had been cold since October. Since she lived alone, she didn’t have a lot of money to heat her apartment. She relied mainly on the people above and below her for heat. With her thermostat set on sixty-four, her furnace barely ran, thanks to living in a middle floor apartment.

Still, she shouldn’t be
this
warm. She smiled at the thought that she must be dreaming of a tropical getaway. “Okay, where are the cabana boys.”

“There’s no cabana boys here, but there are a couple of men who are anxious for ye tae open your eyes, lass.”

Tabatha sat up, opened her eyes and screamed. She was in a bed with two men. No wonder she was so warm!

“How did I get here?” she asked, holding the sheet up to her chin. She wasn’t naked, but she might as well have been, wearing nothing but a huge t-shirt that must have belonged to one of the buff giants on either side of her.

“We brought ye here, lass,” the blond said.

Wasn’t his name Roddy?

Tabitha frowned at him. “Is your name Roddy?” She barely got the words out as her gaze shifted from his beautiful blue eyes, to his smile and farther down to his bare chest and washboard abs.

“Aye, his name is Roddy and I’m Ewan.”

With a squeak, Tabitha turned to stare at Ewan. Even the bright light of the bedside lamp that Roddy turned on didn’t detract from the man’s dark good looks. His light gray eyes stood out in his tanned face framed by hair black as midnight. She couldn’t help but stare at his broad shoulders, hair covered chest that tapered down to his washboard abs and the treasure trail that disappeared beneath the blankets.

That thin trail of hair made her want to see what he hid under the covers, but she didn’t dare ask. She didn’t know these men and she was in a bed between them.

“What happened? Why am I here? I don’t even know you.”

“We brought ye here because we dinnae trust anyone at that bar we found ye at tae see that ye made it home safely. Since we dinnae know where ye lived, we brought ye tae our place.”

Roddy gave her a look that could have melted the ice on the sidewalk in front of her apartment building.

“We didnae take advantage of ye, lass. I swear.”

“I don’t know why, but I believe you.” Maybe it was because she wasn’t sore anywhere but her face. She reached up to touch her cheek with a grimace.

“If it makes ye feel any better, the blighter that did that tae ye looks ten times worse by now.” Roddy grinned. “Ewan bruised him up a bit and I broke his nose.”

“It probably shouldn’t make me feel any better.” Tabitha grinned. “But it does.” She looked around, trying to find a way out of the bed that didn’t require her to crawl over her companions. The only one that did required her to put her butt in their faces, and she wasn’t willing to do that, either. “Um…”

“What is it, little one?”

“Little one?” She laughed. “No one calls me
little one
. I’m anything but little.” At a size eighteen, she was large, possibly even extra large.

“You’re little tae us.” Roddy smiled at her as he leaned close. “As a matter of fact, I didnae strain a bit carrying you from that loo out tae our truck. Ye felt like next tae nothing in my arms—a feather.”

“Ha!” She covered her mouth before another bark of laughter escaped. “I’m sorry. It’s just that no one has called me
little one
or
light as a feather
since I was about ten.” That was when she’d started to get heavy.

“Well, tae someone our size, ye are a wee little slip of a lass,” Ewan said from her other side, only confirming that she needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. These two were as crazy as loons. Both of them.

Still, she couldn’t deny that their comments made her feel good. How often did people tell her she was small? Not very often, that was for sure. However, Tabitha knew she couldn’t let that sway her decision to leave these two as fast as possible. The fact that she was in bed with them when she didn’t know them or they her, was enough to convince her she needed to leave—no matter how much something inside her wanted to stay.

“I really should be getting home.” She licked her lips, still holding the sheet to her chin. “Do you think one of you could let me get up?”

“We could,” Ewan said. “But first, we want ye tae see what you’ll be missing if ye dismiss us from your life the way ye intend.” He leaned closer. “We’re going tae give ye an example. We’ll stop well before we do anything we cannae take back, but ye must know how things can be between us before ye go.”

“Oh, God.” She swallowed around the lump in her throat. Did these two save her from Carl just so they could cart her back to their place and do the same to her in the privacy of their own home? “Please don’t.”

She held up her hand and Ewan leaned into it. “Dinnae fash yourself, lass. We won’t take ye against your will.”

“That’s not what it looks like from where I’m at.” She had never been with a man who had chest hair before. The hair on his chest was both soft and coarse. About an inch or so long, it moved as her fingers combed through it while she made a fist and tried to push him away.

“We only want tae show ye the delights ye can find in our arms. If ye still dinnae want tae be with us when we’re done, we’ll let ye go unharmed.”

“You could let me go now, unmolested.”

“Aye.” Ewan nodded. “We could, but we won’t. It’s time ye saw that men can bring ye more pleasure than pain.”

Reaching up, he cupped her chin and leaned closer. “I’m going tae kiss ye now, lass, and Roddy is going tae press against ye from behind and you’ll soon see that this can be pleasurable. We’ll let ye go in less than ten minutes and then ye can decide whether ye want tae go or tae stay.”

Ten minutes was nothing in the grand scheme of things, but it was plenty long enough for them to force her to do whatever they wanted. She stared up into Ewan’s silvery gray eyes and thought about how the two of them had come to her rescue in the bar. Would they really do that to her when they had saved her from Carl? They had seemed so angry that he would treat a woman that way. Perhaps she was making more of this than she should.

Tabitha watched as Ewan leaned closer. His gray gaze blazed into hers. Warm breath brushed her cheek as he pressed his perfect lips against hers. She moaned as Roddy did just as Ewan said he would and pressed against her. His warm chest pressed against her back, his arms encircling her. Large hands cupped her breasts, his fingers plucking and tugging at her nipples.

Warmth surged through her, settling in her middle before moving lower still to her womb. Cream slid sinuously through her channel, coating her thighs as Ewan continued to devour her mouth with his.

He pulled back, then returned, pressing his lips against hers again and again until, overcome with need, Tabitha melted against him. Her body grew heavy with need as she relaxed into him, her muscles no longer stiff with worry, but soft and pliant as she yielded to his expertise.

His hand slid away from her jaw, replacing it with his mouth as he pressed little kisses against her neck, behind her ear.

Tabitha moaned as he moved his hand lower to cover her mons, his fingers playing in the soft curls between her legs.

“Open for me, little one.”

She did as he bid, her mind going into meltdown at the sensations roiling through her. Two mouths drove her closer to the edge. Four hands caressed her body, bringing her ever closer to an orgasm that she knew would be better than any other she had ever had.

After reading romance novels that her friends told her ruined her for a real man, Tabitha had found two men to rival those she found between the covers of her books—or had they found her?

Ewan continued to assault their mate’s senses with his lips and tongue. She squirmed between them, her head tossing back and forth. He lightly bit the crook of her neck, then quickly laved away the sting with his tongue.

He would crawl between her thighs, throw her legs over his shoulders and eat at her fragrant cunt all day if she would allow it. Sliding his fingers through her wet slit, he circled the hardened bud with his fingers, knowing it would drive her wild. Sliding his head lower, he pulled one pert little nipple into his mouth while Roddy tugged and twisted the other.

A rush of cream coated his hand when he suckled harder and she moaned. Pulling back, he took a deep breath, reveling in her unique scent. He’d always heard that a mate smelled a lot like candy to her mates. He’d dismissed that as an old wives’ tale, until today.

“Ye smell like sweet summer honey, lass. I want nothing better than tae bury my head between your thighs and lap up the cream sliding from your wet pussy. Tell me I can do it.”

Fleeting disappointment rushed through him when she shook her head. “I don’t think I can take any more of this.” She panted as he continued to circle the tight bud of her clit with his fingers. “I want—I want…”

“Ye want what?” Roddy asked as he pressed a kiss behind her ear. One hand cupped her breast as he reached around with the other to tug and twist the diamond-hard nipple with his thumb and forefinger. He pressed the length of his cock against her hip, rubbing it against her as though it relieved some of the pressure he felt to mount her.

Ewan knew better. It did nothing but frustrate him more. Nothing would do for them now but the feel of their mate’s tight cunt or ass wrapped tightly around them as they fucked into her until they came.

“I can’t.” Tabitha shook her head and tried to pull away. “I’m not like this. Really, I’m not. What have you done to me? I never have one-night-stands with men I’ve just met and I certainly don’t do it with two men I’ve just met.”

“Of course ye dinnae, lass. This is different,” Ewan said, his voice low, soothing. How did one explain to a human that the reason they felt such overwhelming attraction to their mates was because they were, in fact, drawn together by some strange animal magnetism that even a shifter didn’t fully understand?