John (BBW Country Music Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearly Saints Book 4)

by Becca Fanning

  I almost tripped when I saw the number. A hundred and fifty minutes. Great, I thought, I chose a broken one. I looked around the gym and saw that very few people remained. I tapped the screen of my phone to turn it on. It was past 10PM, closing time for the gym.

  “Hey there,” a voice said from behind me.

  I turned and was looking at a tall bleach blonde guy with very wide shoulders and golden eyes. “Hey yourself,” I said, grabbing my water bottle and bringing it to my lips. It was empty. Damn.

  “My name’s Frank, I’m one of the trainers here. I saw you were really working it, and I didn’t want to interrupt you, but it’s closing time,” he said.

  “You were watching me work it?” I said casually. Where was this coming from?

  “Umm,” he said, his eyes going wide. “Not like that. I mean, we get people in here that work hard. But you’re something else,” he said.

  I was pretending to look up at the clock on the wall. I could feel his eyes roam over my body, taking in my curves through the soaked fabric of my t-shirt and yoga pants. “And what if I’d just kept going?”

  “I don’t know. I guess it would’ve been a late night,” he said, grinning.

  “Well, my name’s Olivia, and I was just wrapping up,” I said. I hit the stop button on the treadmill and stepped off.

  “Be care-“ he said.

  I took a step, and my quadricep seized up. “Eeeek!” I cried as the worst charlie horse I’d ever felt rippled through my right leg.

  “Here,” Frank said, ducking under my arm and grabbing my waist to help me walk over to a bench.

  As soon as I took another step, my other leg seized up. I threw my other arm around his neck and hung on for dear life, my legs hanging uselessly under me.

  “Ok,” he said. “New plan.” Without hesitation, he dipped low for a second and his arms went under me.

  “No, don’t hurt yourself!” I pleaded. Then I was weightless. I was floating. In this man’s arms. Like a new bride being carried over the hearth in those old stories, he walked me over to the nearest bench.

  “Now just relax,” he said as he gently placed me down. “You’re fine, but you could seriously injure yourself if we don’t relax this muscle.”

  “I’m fine. I just need a few seconds,” I said, gritting my teeth through the pain. After a decade of being a couch potato, I speed walked at an incline for two and a half hours. Stupid! “Besides, you have to close up.”

  “A few more minutes won’t kill me,” he said. “I’m a licensed kinesiologist, and I’d like to do a simple massage to each leg to restore blood flow. Is that ok with you?”

  “Yes!” I said, my facade melting. I just wanted the cramping to stop.

  “How long have you been a member here, Olivia?” he said, placing his hands on my knees.

  “Is it still 2015?” I asked. His hands on my thighs sent a thrill through me. I couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched me that way.

  “Yes, it’s still 2015,” he said. His hands looked still but his fingertips were alternating pressure, like stroking the keys of a piano.

  “Then one day,” I said, leaning back and closing my eyes.

  “Are you always such a smart ass?” he said.his fingertips slowly moving their way up my thighs.

  “My turn,” I said.

  “What?” Frank said.

  “You asked me a question. Now it’s my turn to ask you one,” I said. “That’s how this works.”

  “I see. I didn’t know there were rules to conversation,” he said. His fingertips were right above my knees, and they began probing my supple flesh.

  “So, are you a…bear?” I said. I don’t know what was giving me the courage to ask this, unless I’d filled my water bottle with vodka. In my defense, he was practically feeling me up, so a few questions were fair game.

  “Yeah, I’m a bear Shifter,” Frank said. “We’re mostly bear Shifters on staff here. It tends to make a more conducive work environment.”

  “Oh?” I said.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” he said, his fingers giving a deep tissue massage to my outer thigh. “Being good people is more important than anything else. There are extra considerations when you’re a Shifter, though. Wolf Shifters, for instance, tend to be more pack oriented.”

  “Ahh,” I said, my breath starting to speed up. His fingertips were working their magic, leaving calmed muscles in their wake. His large presence felt safe and very masculine, awakening another long dormant emotion inside me. I leaned back even more, letting my arms fall to the side. My breasts stuck out, my nipples growing hard through the damp fabric.

  “It’s like,” he said, his fingertips pausing for a moment, “You ever have co-workers who always wanted to go out for drinks after work? Always trying to get big groups together? A lot of wolf Shifters are like that,” he said, his fingertips going back to work across the top of my thighs. “And that’s fine, but sometimes you just need some alone time, you know?”

  “Mmmm,” I said, totally engrossed in the feeling of his hands. My slit felt like it was getting wet, but it might have just been the sweat. “What would the wolf Shifters say about you?”

  He laughed loudly, a deep mirthful rumble. “They call us Momma Bears. Protective and easily attached to others,” he said, shrugging. “Honestly it’s all bullshit. You’ll have good people and bad people. Doesn’t matter if they’re human or Shifter.” His fingertips were higher now, working the inside of my thighs.

  I let my legs fall open, giving him better access to work with. I could feel my pussy lips pull apart, pressing against the tight damp fabric of the yoga pants. I knew I was giving him an anatomy lesson down there, but I didn’t care. His fingers stopped.

  I opened my eyes in time to see him stand and turn around. The impression of a long hard cock snaked down one leg of his gym shorts.

  “Ok, you should be good now. I’ve got to go round up the towels,” he said, walking away from me.

  “Thank you,” I said. Watching his chiseled calves flex as he walked away, I longed for him to come back. To put his strong hands back on my body.

  “Come on Olivia,” I whispered. “You’ve got no shot.” That was the sad, sad truth. These guys were in peak physical condition, and all day they were surrounded by people who’d been going to the gym a lot longer than me. He was a good samaritan and my horniness made nothing seem like something.

  I got to my feet, relieved to find that my legs could now support my weight. I bent my knees, testing my luck here rather than on the steel staircase that awaited me. No worries, my muscles were all on board now. He knew what he was doing, and not just how to turn me on.

  I headed to the exit, pushing the glass door open and descending the stairs. Outside, a stiff breeze blew and I wrapped my arms around myself to ward off the chill. A block and a half away, I went to pull out my phone to check the temperature.

  Shit, I didn’t have it. I’d left it back on the machine. A sense of panic crept over me, and I headed back to the gym. If there was one thing I hated, it was losing my phone. Having to go back to the wireless store, getting all my contacts put over to a new phone. It was the worst.

  My climb back up those stairs was harder than the descent, and when I got to the top, most of the lights were off in the gym. Damn. I guess I’d have to get my phone in the morning before work. I turned to head back down the stairs.

  I froze. Why was the building entrance unlocked, then? I turned back and walked to the glass doors. Obviously they were closed, and I didn’t want to impose or do anything I wasn’t supposed to do, but this was pretty much an emergency. I’d be right in and out without anyone the wiser.

  I pushed against the door and it swung inward. I heard noise coming from the men’s locker room, but I quickly darted to the treadmills. I grabbed my phone off the treadmill and headed back to the entrance.

  A voice rang out loudly from the locker room. “Dude, no way is she into you! You just met her!” I couldn’t be sure,
but it sounded like Mark.

  “I’m telling you, there was something there. You should’ve seen her. All splayed open for me,” the other voice said. That was definitely Frank.

  I wish I could say that I was enough of an adult to honor the privacy of that conversation, that I blocked it out and headed out the door on my merry way. But let’s be real. Instead I made my way over to the locker room entrance and listened.

  “I’m sorry to have to tell you, but I saw her first,” Mark said.

  “Fuck off, dude,” Frank said, laughing. “I practically got to second base. You’re still in the bleachers.”

  “Well, it’s still a great view even from the bleachers. She’s got that sassy side,” Mark said.

  Hearing them talk about me like that, I couldn’t take any more. My whole body ached, but my mind was fixated on these two men and the opportunity in front of me. I grabbed one of the clean towels outside the locker room. I stripped off my gym clothes and wrapped the towel around myself.

  Then I walked into the men’s locker room. My mind was reeling, every hesitation trying to stop me, trying to make me turn around. It tried telling I was just going to embarrass myself. It tried telling me that I didn’t have a shot with these guys. I didn’t listen.

  Both men were sitting on benches, peeling off their sweaty t-shirts. They froze when they saw me. Two sets of jaws dropped.

  “I read that showering right after a workout is good for the soul,” I said as I walked between the two sitting men towards the showers.

  “Umm, hi Olivia!” Mark said. “The women’s locker room is right next door.” His voice was a mix of husky lust and confusion.

  “No, you said they were co-ed,” I said. I let the towel drop and sauntered into the shower. I knew I had two pairs of eyes glued to my ass. “But I might need some help in here,” I said, turning on the shower.

  I’d never seen such fast undressing. Like a Vegas stage show, their clothes vanished in the blink of an eye. I was delighted to see both men had plenty to work with downstairs. A girl could be greedy.

  “Were you spying on us?” Frank said, pressing himself against my back. His hands rested on my hips.

  “Oh, I wouldn’t call it spying,” I said, my arms going up around Mark’s neck as he stepped in front of me. His manhood swung between his legs, his balls relaxing and hanging lower in the hot humid shower.

  “Oh, she was spying alright,” Mark said. “I’d say she’s practically an intruder,” he said, his hands caressing my cheeks. His voice was like a growl, his golden eyes locked onto mine like cornered prey. Like a prize within his grasp.

  Even with the hot water pouring down on us, his fingertips left trails of fire behind them. I pulled his head down towards mine and kissed him hard. He grabbed the back of my head, holding it in place so our tongues could wrap around each other.

  I felt Frank’s mouth on my shoulder, kissing his way up my neck until he got to my ear. He took my earlobe in his mouth, his teeth nibbling on it softly. His hand left my hip and went lower, squeezing my ass in desperate need of relief. “Olivia, you’re so gorgeous.”

  His words drove me wild. I moaned into Mark’s mouth, our tongues still wrestling in the battlefield between our joined lips. My hands grabbed Mark’s chest as I groped his magnificent rock hard chest. His skin was taut and stretched over the muscle like canvas over a frame. I grabbed his nipples and tweaked them.

  He broke off the kiss. “Mmm, you’re right Frank,” he said. “Even in here, I can smell her. I don’t know how you didn’t just fuck her blind out there.” He kissed his way down my neck, then scooped up one breast in his hand.

  I felt his lips clamp down on my breath, greedily sucking. “Oh!” I moaned, hot water from the shower spilling into my open mouth. I gyrated my hips, letting Frank know that I appreciated what he was doing with my ass. I don’t think I’d ever been this wet, this eager, this needy.

  Frank’s big dick pressed between my thighs, rising up and pressing against my folds. It felt so good. He began thrust his hips through my thighs, rubbing his full length up against my lips.

  “Don’t be a tease,” I whispered back at him. “I need you,” I said.

  “I know you do. But you don’t get this cock yet,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance and authority. “Let’s find out how she tastes, Mark.”

  A mumbled grunt came from Mark, his tongue doing one last flick against my nipple as he released it and kissed his way down my belly. Every lick, every nibble sent shockwaves through me. I saw him drop a hand to his thick cock, stroking himself to relieve the pressure while he serviced me.

  His free hand pulled my labia apart and his tongue swept in, scooping up a dollop of my juices into his hungry mouth. “You smell great, Olivia, but you taste even better,” he said, his tongue going back to work. Up and down my slit, his tongue slid against me, knowing every crevice and ridge.

  Behind me, Frank was planting a trail of kisses down my spine. When he got to my ass, his big hands pulled my ass cheeks apart. I felt his cheeks wedge in between my cheeks, then his tongue came out and began licking at my asshole.

  “Fuck!” I cried. I’d never been licked back there. It felt wonderful, these two men attending to my naughtiest parts. I looked down, the sight of four golden eyes looking up at me while they licked me senseless was too much. My knees buckled as I came, filling Mark’s mouth with my juices. My ass pressed back against Frank’s eager mouth, his teeth playfully nipping my butt cheek.

  Everything felt like it was going into super slow motion for a moment. I could feel every drop of water hit my face and chest. Mark stood up in front of me and kissed me softly. His lips parted softly against mine, and our tongues embraced.

  I looked down to see both men fully erect. Their cocks arched upwards towards their stomachs. Pale rods with angry purple crowns. I grabbed the two men like only a lover could and pulled them out of the shower. Water dripped off our bodies as I sat them down on a bench. “That was amazing guys, but I think you’ve held these back from me for long enough,” I said, my hands sliding up and down their lengths.

  “I guess that was rude of us,” Mark said. “We should work on that.”

  “Totally,” Frank concurred.

  I bent forward and took Mark in my mouth. My lips parted, and the bulbous head of his prick passed between them. My teeth lightly grazed him, and my tongue licked the undercarriage as I bobbed up and down. His salty need filled my mouth, the musk of his crotch filled my nose. My hand worked Frank’s shaft as he watched the show.

  “God that feels so good,” Mark said, his head going back. “Suck that cock,” he commanded.

  Frank’s hand reached back behind me and thrust a finger inside me. He slid into my slick tunnel effortlessly, my juices coating his finger. A few diddling thrusts and he pulled it back out. He brought it up to his face, smelled it, then licked it clean. “Mmmm,” he said with satisfaction.

  I pulled my mouth off Mark and switched to blowing Frank. His eyes closed and his head rocked back as my tongue swirled around the head of his manhood. His thick, creamy pre-cum covered my tongue. These bear Shifters were so virile!

  I pulled my mouth off him. “Both of you stand up,” I said.

  They both did, grinning like little boys.

  I took their place on the bench and pulled both men in front of me. Now it was much easier to alternate between them. I sucked the tip of Frank’s cock, then switched to Mark’s. Two hot mouthfuls of meat, each trying to push their way past my tongue and down my throat. Then I brought both their heads into my mouth at the same time, my tongue pinned in place and unable to move.

  Both men groaned as they stretched my cheeks and rubbed against each other.

  “What a skilled little cocksucker,” Frank said.

  “It’s like she was born for this,” Mark said. His hand cupped his balls, giving them little tugs as he invaded my mouth with his friend.

  “I’ll leave you to this,” Frank said to Mark. “Olivi
a, I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to bury myself inside you and pound you has hard as I can, because you have awoken a need in me,” he said, pulling out of my mouth.

  I straddled the bench, leaning forward to put my face back into Mark’s lap.

  Frank circled around to my rear, his hands reaching under me to put his weight on the bench below us. He positioned the head of his cock against my aching, pouting pussy. He rubbed it up and down my length, cruelly pushing it up against my clit.

  “Fuck me, damnit,” I begged.

  “You’re in no position to give orders,” Frank said. “You’re a little bitch in heat, and we’re going to take you how we see fit. We’re going to use you, empty our balls into you, and leave you exhausted,” he said, more a growl than anything. “If you’re lucky, that is.”