Riding Me Bear: (BBW Biker Mail Order Bride Group Shape Shifter Paranormal Romance) (Shifty Singles Book 5) Read Online Free PDF

with his eyes narrowing somewhat seriously. I had no idea how serious it was.
    In for a pound… “Oh, I can take care of myself,” I said, reaching out and brushing his arm.
    His hand shot up light lightning wrapping around my wrist and pulling me close. His other hand held me by the back of my neck as he spun me onto my back on the bed. Twice in one day by two men…jeez.
    Blake growled at me, smiling, those fearsome canines seemingly longer than before.  “Maybe I’d like to have a plaything for the next few months.” The hand on the back of my neck slid around until it was wrapped around my throat—only, with Blake I didn’t feel threatened.
    Pound for pound… “Maybe I’d like to be a plaything.”
    He licked his lips then curled them away, covering his teeth. His grin receded as he sat back up. And all I wanted was for him to stay on top of me, pressing me down, taking me…
    “You should get back to work,” he said.
    Don’t give him the satisfaction. “I guess I should.”
    His eyes were hungry as he backed out of the room and closed the door.
    And that , ladies and gentlemen, was my absolutely unreal introduction to the brothers Blake and Drake. Of course, the intensity only ratcheted up from there.
    I’m still not sure what ended up happening behind the scenes—if they ever discussed their feelings about me with each other, but I at least knew what was up. I knew that they both had the hots for me, but that they were both reticent to do anything about it.
    Drake seemed to make a point of appearing in rooms with me when he knew Blake wouldn’t be around for a while. I went from dreading those appearances of his, when he’d shake me to the bones with his booming baritone and perhaps undo a bit of my work in an attempt to put me in my place. He always stood close to me, towering, or with his hands on me, powerful and strong—his way of outwardly asserting some sort of absurd dominance, though I feel that I knew the truth behind those actions. He’d stand just a little closer than was necessary, or touch me a little longer than made sense.
    That was my chance to mess with him right back. If he put a hand on my shoulder, I’d just put my hand on top of his, rubbing it gently, talking in a soft voice and coaxing him. It was plain as day that all he really wanted was to throw me down on the bed and fuck my brains out right then. Whether out of respect for his brother’s own crush, or for the pristine state of his precious lodge’s rooms, he never did. I, on the other hand, made it my personal mission to provoke him into taking me—hard and without restraint.
    And, well, I may have held the same mission for Blake as well. Dropping my chips on black and red, ya know?  If I was going to be stuck up on this mountain for the next few, cold months, I wanted to get some fun out of it. While Drake was tied up in some strange pseudo-pretention, Blake seemed to hold himself back on a sense of propriety, not wanting to interfere with an employee.
    He didn’t help himself, though, by always seeming to show up right after his brother, there to check in on me and make sure Drake hadn’t been altogether too mean.  And I appreciated every second, making sure he’d sit down with me, and perhaps playing up how affected I was by Drake. I’d rest my head on his firm, muscled shoulder and feel his warmth, running my fingernails up and down his thighs.
    The first guests were due to arrive on Friday evening and we finished early on Wednesday afternoon. Drake had driven into town to pick up a few last minute items and Blake and I sat in the bar downstairs, knocking back a few tasty drinks and letting our flirting get a bit out of hand for the first time since that first day on the bed.
    I told him I wanted to take a walk and asked him to show me around some of the forest trails around the lodge. He suggested we take a walk over to a stream that ran down along the side of the mountain.
    As we walked along, slowly our