Bears On Bikes - The Complete Series (Shifter Romance Box Set)

by Rachel Red

  “Whatever you need to tell yourself, sister. You know, if it’s sexual release you’re looking for…”

  Miriam raised an eyebrow and traced a fingertip down her friend’s neck and along the edge of the lacy black bra. Allison held her breath and bit her lower lip, but she didn’t pull back or tell Miriam to stop until the finger reached the swelling nub of her nipple, circling it through the delicately see-through fabric.

  “What are you doing?” asked Allison, her voice sounding more hoarse and needy than she wanted it to.

  “You might not be jealous of that girl downstairs, but I’m still a little jealous that you lezzed out with that chick a while back.” Miriam’s light touch became a firm squeeze as she cupped Allison’s breast in her palm. “I think about it a lot actually. Maybe more than I should.”

  “Miriam, I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m not looking for a girlfriend or anything.” Miriam crawled forward until Allison was forced to lie back. She sat on Allison’s thighs and ran her fingers down the exposed pale white skin until she hit the edge of her friend’s jeans. Miriam pulled open the button with practiced ease, and tugged at the zipper slowly, lowering it one tantalizing notch at a time. Peeling back the edges of Allison’s pants, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Allison’s belly, looking up at her friend’s conflicted face while her fingers pushed deeper towards the hot darkness between Allison’s legs.

  “Oh fuck,” moaned Allison. “That feels good.”

  A knock at the door surprised Allison so much that her entire body twitched fiercely, nearly sending Miriam crashing to the floor. Allison scooched back on the bed, hopped off, and did her pants up. She looked at Miriam and shrugged an awkward apology before going to open the door.

  Craig stood there leaning against the door-frame, his eyes trailing down Allison’s body to her shirtless chest, and then past her to where Miriam lay flustered on the bed. “Is this a bad time?”

  “No, not at all,” said Allison, stepping back to let him into the room. She thought about putting her shirt back on, but it wasn’t like Craig hadn’t seen any of this before. “Miriam and I were just talking about you actually.”

  “All good, I hope?” Craig smiled, but there was something in his eyes that said he was worried. No one in the room could easily forget that night Allison had slept with Craig while Miriam slept naked on the next bed over.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know,” crooned Miriam. “You guys want me to pretend to be asleep again, or should I leave you alone?”

  “It would probably be best if I could talk to Allison alone,” muttered Craig. He seemed embarrassed by the memory of having slept with both women in the same night.

  “Okay, okay.” Miriam slipped off the bed and kissed Allison on the cheek. “Let’s, uh, continue that conversation sometime soon, alright?”

  “Yeah, sure,” replied Allison, her face flushing crimson. She wasn’t sure if she’d have the nerve to do something like that again with her best friend, but she couldn’t ignore that fact that she’d been a fraction of an inch away from letting it happen just then.

  Allison closed the door behind Miriam and casually flipped the deadbolt into place. The last thing she wanted was to have Miriam, her brother, or who knows who else, barging in on her.

  “So what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” she asked.

  “I’m worried you got the wrong idea about Samantha and me.”

  He shifted his weight awkwardly and Allison remembered his leg and the injury he’d sustained. She swiped a pile of clothes off a chair and pulled it out for him to sit on.

  “Whatever you to have going on is none of my business,” she said, once he was seated. “Our arrangement is to keep it casual, and I get that you’re not going to stay celibate while you’re out on the road.”

  “Samantha really is just a friend.” He fixed her with an intense stare. “A very important friend. She was there for me a long time ago, and she understands what life as a shifter is really like.”

  “Have you fucked her?”

  “Allison, is this really necessary?”

  “So that’s a yes.” Allison crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared pointedly at the wall. She couldn’t look Craig in the eyes just then.

  “Samantha and I were together at first, but it’s not like that anymore.” Craig stood up with a grimace and walked towards Allison. He tilted her chin back towards him. “Seriously, she and I have a past, but that’s all it is. We’re not fucking right now, and I don’t have any immediate plans to.”

  “She looks like she wants to be with you still,” said Allison.

  “I can’t control what she feels.” Craig took a slight step back and ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck, this is hard. Maybe it’s best if we just keep our distance while everyone is here right now. Tensions are high, and I don’t want to disrespect anyone or give anyone the wrong idea about what is or isn’t happening.”

  “Craig, that’s not what I want.” Allison uncrossed her arms and let them fall to her side. She stood there a moment trying to figure out what exactly she did want. “Miriam was right, I am acting like a jealous idiot.”

  “I never had any intentions of hurting you, Allison. Samantha really is good with injuries, and it has been fun to ride with her lately, but I’ve been thinking about you the whole time.” He stepped back into her, this time letting his hands slip around her waist. “I told myself I was going to stay away from you, but this is too much.”

  “So what are we going to do?” asked Allison, standing on tiptoe and whispering the words into his ear.

  “I think we should keep our distance.” Craig kissed her on the mouth, his tongue seeking hers.

  “That’s probably a good idea,” replied Allison, her hands snaking around to pull Craig’s body against her own. She could feel the bulge in his pants growing as it pressed against her.

  Craig’s fingers slipped into the catch of her bra, and it was off in a heartbeat. Before she knew what was happening, Allison was lying on her back, Craig’s mouth and tongue on her breasts, licking them and teasing at her nipples.

  “You should probably keep your clothes on,” said Allison, tugging at Craig’s shirt until it slipped over his head. She then reached down and undid her pants again, pulling them down along with her panties. “And you probably shouldn’t lick my pussy until I cum all over your face.”

  Growling with pleasure, Craig maneuvered himself downward until he could sit comfortably on his injured leg and lower his face towards Allison’s sex. She breathed a whispered thanks that she’d gone for a wax just a few days earlier, and the look on Craig’s face said he was happy as well. He used his thumbs to pull apart the swollen red folds of her pussy, and then he licked slowly around the edge of her opening, teasing his tongue into her before moving up to her already excited clit.

  “You’re not moving your face until you make me cum,” said Allison, laying her hand on the back of his head. “You owe me a good hard orgasm for not coming up here to fuck me right away.”

  If Craig had wanted to reply, he wouldn’t have been able to. His lips and tongue were far too busy working every last bit of pleasure out of Allison’s pussy that he could manage, and he was doing a hell of a job of it. Allison lay her head back on her pillow and closed her eyes, letting her arousal and excitement wash over her.

  “Mmm, that feels good,” she moaned. “Oh! Right there. Yeah, keep going. Fuck yes.”

  Allison’s stomach muscles clenched as the orgasm ripped through her, and she grabbed onto Craig’s hair with both hands, squeezing with no regard for his feelings and pulling his head tight against her pussy. He continued licking her in intense rapid circles, even as she pulled him towards possible death by suffocation.

  “Oh!” cried Allison, and she pulled him away with a sudden yank. She bent forward and kissed him on the lips, tasting her own juices smeared all over his lips.

  “Was that an acceptab
le apology?” Craig asked, pulling away and pressing three fingers over her swollen clit to send another rolling wave of intense pleasure through her.

  “It was a start,” she said with a grin. “Roll over.”

  Craig shifted to his back and Allison stripped him naked. His cock stood tall and hard, and she slithered up towards it, her tongue darting out to lick him from root to tip.

  “Careful of the leg,” he grunted when she leaned too hard on one thigh.

  “Oh shit, sorry.”

  Allison shifted herself so that she sat between his legs and had less chance of hitting his injury. Rather than go straight to sucking him off, she hovered over his cock and let a trail of saliva dribble down onto it. He stared down on her with curious interest, his smile widening when he saw her shift her body so that his manhood was positioned between her breasts. Cupping a large soft breast in each hand, she squeezed them together around his shaft and moved them up and down.

  “You look so fucking sexy right now.” Craig’s eyes gleamed with animal hunger.

  “I guess you like it, then?” asked Allison. “You like the way my tits feel on your big hard cock?”

  “Oh fuck yeah.”

  Allison tilted her head down and licked at the tip of his cock where it poked out from between her breasts. She squeezed a little tighter and moved a little faster, feeling her own wet excitement build as she fucked him with her chest.

  “Tell me what you want,” Allison teased. “You need a reward after that nasty wound on your thigh.”

  “Why don’t you sit on top of me a minute,” said Craig.

  Allison straddled him and lowered herself down onto his rock hard cock. She was so wet with anticipation that he slid right in, but it didn’t stop her from gasping a little as his girth stretched her opening. When he was fully inside of her, she sat up straight and began to rock her hips.

  “Like this?” she asked.

  “Play with yourself,” said Craig. “You’re so fucking hot, and I want to watch you squeeze your tits and rub your pussy while you fuck me.”

  Allison licked the middle finger of her right hand and put it down between her legs to rub her clit. Her other hand she let drift over her breasts, squeezing and pinching at her nipple while she moved up and down on Craig’s cock. He had his hands on her hips and her other breast, a look of raw pleasure scrawled across his expressions.

  “So you like to watch me?” asked Allison, feeling a little jolt of excitement at this verbal game that was new to her. She took hold of Craig’s hand and put his finger in her mouth, sucking it slowly like she had his cock in her mouth. “Does watching me fuck you turn you on?”

  “You have no idea how much,” said Craig, his words sounding strained, as though he was barely holding on. “I am so close to cumming right now.”

  Allison grinned and moved suddenly, pulling off him and enjoying the look of surprise on his face as his cock slipped out of her pussy. She spun around over top of him and lowered her bum down, reaching between her legs to slip his meat back into herself.

  “How do you like staring at my ass?” she asked, moving it slowly up and down on his shaft.

  “I like this a lot too.”

  “Do you want to spank it?”

  “Do you want me to spank it?”

  “That’s not what I asked.” Allison reached down and cupped Craig’s balls, squeezing them as hard as she dared.

  She was rewarded with the sound of a hand hitting flesh and a sharp sting that resulted in an intense warmth radiating out through her body.

  “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Slap my ass again.”

  Allison braced her hands down on the bed and bounced her ass faster, loving the feeling of Craig’s hard cock pushing against the back of her insides in the most fantastic way. His hand came down on her bum again, and she yelped with surprise for not having been able to see it coming. Craig’s other hand was on the small of her back, and he was thrusting hard up into her now, the sound of his grunting passion filling the room between rough slaps across her ass.

  Shifting her hand up from Craig’s balls to her own clit, Allison rubbed herself as furiously as she fucked Craig’s cock and she felt herself come right to the brink of an orgasm almost immediately. Her pussy muscles contracted and she gripped his cock with every stroke as she bounced on top of him, sending him into a spasm of ecstasy as he shot his load deep inside of her.

  The feeling of Craig’s cum spurting out of his cock was enough to send Allison over the edge, and she ground her hips down on him while crying out breathlessly and convulsing with a climax even more powerful than the one she’d had when Craig had gone down on her.

  “That was intense,” she finally said, lifting her leg over him and pulling up and away. She was so shaky and lightheaded that she forgot to cup herself, and his warm seed spilled out over the bed and onto his thigh. She clamped her hand to her mouth and giggled. “Oops!”

  “It’s okay,” said Craig with a laugh. “It’s not your fault there’s so much of it. Well, actually, you might have had something to do with all of that.”

  “I’ll get a towel,” said Allison, traipsing off to the bathroom.

  “Bring two,” growled Craig. “We’ll need one for the next round.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  It was several hours before the Oakwood Tavern would regularly open for the few people who might trickle in for lunch. But when Allison entered, the place was already packed to the point where it was difficult for her to make her way from one end of the bar to the other. Walter mentioned he would try to cook breakfast for those who wanted it, In the end it just seemed like too much trouble before such a tension-filled event. They put out massive urns of coffee and hot water alongside a table loaded down with bagels, pastries, and an assortment of other easy to eat items, that they figured a bunch of different shifter gangs might be interested in eating. It was a little strange seeing so many grizzled and badass people sipping coffee and eating Danishes, but it was a hell of a lot better than seeing them halfway to drunk, considering how many people in that room hated each other.

  “We should have cooked breakfast for them,” said Walter.

  Allison could see the calculations running through her brother’s brain, but she just laughed and squeezed his shoulder. “We can’t afford to bring any of the other staff in for this. We don’t know if it’s going to stay civil or get ugly, and the last thing we want is to have innocent people hanging around the bar if a fight breaks out.”

  “What about us?” asked Walter.

  “It’s not like we had a choice.” Allison shrugged and was about to say something more when she saw someone that made her blood run cold.

  Ruth Kane had entered the tavern, and she walked confidently to a seat at the front of the room where her lackeys were quick to fetch her a cup of tea and something to eat. A long scar trailed down the side of her face, a remnant of the night when Allison had been forced to smash a shovel across her head in order to save Craig.

  “Don’t worry,” said Craig’s familiar gruff voice from next to her. “I had a little chat with her on the way in, and she’s promised to not hold what happened against you.”

  “Why is she looking at me like she wants to kill me then?”

  “Oh, Ruth always looks like that.” Craig pulled out a seat and scanned the room. “Rough crowd in here today. They’re not going to like it when we tell them it’s leaders only at this meeting.”

  “There’s not any risk of them… you know, turning, is there?” asked Walter.

  Craig chuckled. “No, Walter. We’re not in a full moon phase right now, so there’s no strong pull on us. As long as everyone keeps control over their emotions, everything should be fine.”

  “You mean if one of these lunkheads loses control, they could all start shifting in response to a fight?” asked Allison.

  “It’s not quite like that,” explained Craig. “We can shift at any time, but it takes a wild extreme of emotion for it to happen outside the full
moon cycle. When it’s the right moon phase, we can hardly control ourselves, but the rest of the month it’s extremely rare for any of us to shift.”

  Mike American entered the bar with Samantha at his side, and they walked to the table where Ruth already sat waiting. One of the big burly guys Allison remembered being with The Horns came to sit with them, and so did another man she didn’t recognize.

  “Who is that?” she asked.

  “Trevor Gates,” replied Craig. “He’s the leader of the Chompers. I know we have to get everyone at the table for this to work, but I’d just as soon not see him around here.”

  Trevor had a large pitcher of water next to him and Allison watched as he filled a glass and drained it, immediately filling the glass and drinking again. The man looked like a nervous chain smoker the way he was putting back water, but there was no hint of nerves in the way he was glaring at everyone else around him.

  “Alright, listen up!” yelled Mike American. “This meeting is leaders only, so y’all better get the hell out of here while we talk business. The owners of this establishment are good friends to our kind, and I’ll take this opportunity to remind you all of the oath you swore to keep things peaceful during the meeting. The last thing we want is to have the cops come because of a brawl, and I promised Allison and Walter here that none of you would smash up their bar.”

  There was a loud chorus of grumbling as the various gang members shuffled out of the bar. From what Allison could tell, they weren’t surprised to hear that they were being ushered out, and she had to respect their discipline when it came to following orders from their leaders. From what Craig had told her about the rivalries between some of these groups, and even from what she’d experienced herself, she couldn’t believe they could all be in one place without fighting.

  “Alright, that means me too,” said Craig. “You two can stay here, but give them some space, okay?”

  Allison nodded and watched him leave, feeling strangely privileged to have been allowed to stay in her own bar while the heads of the most prominent shifter gangs in the area tried to hammer out an agreement to work together instead of against one another.