Double Bear Trouble: Werebear BBW Menage Romance (Hockey Bear Season Book 1)

by Anya Nowlan

  “You know she’s a one of a kind, right?” he asked.

  “No arguments here,” Dante replied, smiling to himself.

  “She’s even got you wrapped around her little finger,” Dominic said, noting his smirk.

  “Like you’re any better,” his brother scoffed.

  Dominic just shrugged as he pulled up to the house. Chloe definitely had him under her spell, and he was totally fine with it. He hadn’t really thought of himself as a one woman kind of man, but Chloe had him singing a different tune. All the puck bunnies in the world combined couldn’t tempt him away from smart, fiery, honest little Chloe.

  Just the thought of her made a growl reverberate in his throat.

  “Keep it together,” Dante remarked, nudging him with his elbow.

  “Like you don’t want her, right now?”

  Dante only grunted something in response before getting out of the truck, carrying a paper bag in his arms.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Dominic called after him, following his brother into the house.

  Chloe wasn’t downstairs, so Dante quickly put away the groceries they’d bought and they both went upstairs, not even having to say anything. It was clear they were both on the same page as they stopped outside Chloe’s bedroom. Dante had the sense to knock first, while Dominic’s hand was already hovering near the door handle.

  “Yes?” her voice came from the other side, sweet and smooth, just like her skin.

  Dante pushed the door open and they both stepped inside. She was sitting up in her bed, her computer on her lap. The brothers’ intentions must have been clear on their faces, as she blushed immediately when she saw them.

  “What is it?” she asked, setting the laptop aside.

  “Seeing if you’re up for some company,” Dominic grinned, stalking closer to her.

  “I was feeling kind of lonely, actually,” Chloe said, biting her lip.

  Surprising him, she got up on her knees and pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a red, lacy bra that put her generous cleavage on perfect display. The air was suddenly thick and heady, with Chloe unbuttoning her jeans and throwing both him and Dante looks that could make a grown man blush.

  Not to be outdone, Dominic and Dante peeled off their clothes, keeping their eyes on Chloe the whole time. Yanking off her jeans, she revealed a matching red thong and let her fingers slide over the skimpy fabric, hovering over her clit.

  The image was too much for Dominic’s already fraying self-control, and he all but lunged at her, burying her under his body and claiming her mouth. Her lips were soft against his, her arms locking behind his head. It was a moment of pure heat and instincts, only made sweeter when her moan opened her mouth for him, and he rubbed his tongue against hers, slowly at first.

  He was scarcely aware of the mattress shifting under Dante’s weight as he joined them on the bed. Moving over to Chloe’s side, Dominic gave his brother some space. Dante was slowly kissing up Chloe’s legs, making her squirm. Grinning at the way she writhed on the bed, her lush body on perfect display, Dominic leaned back in for a kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth.

  She tasted so good, sweet yet tangy, just the way he had imagined. It was like she had been made for him, and he wasn’t going to question it. His cock was already rock hard, from seeing her in that red little number. What had she been thinking when she put it on? Had she been waiting for them to come and discover the secret hidden under her clothes?

  “Were you waiting for us, Chloe?” he asked, pulling away. “Waiting for us to come and take your body again?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, her back arching as Dante went to work between her thighs, pushing her panties to the side and lapping at her clit. “What took you so long?”

  “I don’t think we need to talk about that right now,” Dominic chuckled

  He could have watched her forever, staring at the way her body moved and her face twisted up in pleasure. Everything she did was perfection to him, as cheesy as that sounded even to himself.

  Stroking her hair with one hand, he moved to circle his thumb over her bra. Moving from one breast to the next, he teased her nipples, already hard under the barely there fabric. She was already half-gone under a wave of pleasure, eyes squeezed shut and hips bucking against Dante’s face. Little did she know they were just getting started.

  This is going to be fun.

  Twenty-Five

  Chloe

  Chloe’s mind was caught between going a mile a minute and being totally blank. Dante’s rough tongue laved at her pussy, while Dominic alternated between playing with her nipples and kissing her breath away, sometimes doing both at the same time.

  Her body was shivering under the assault of sensations, her fingers grabbing Dante’s hair, her mouth devouring Dominic. Every part of her was entirely overcome by the brothers, and she was enjoying every second of it.

  “Are you a bad girl, Chloe?” Dominic murmured against her skin, his fingers dipping underneath her bra.

  “Yes,” she answered breathlessly, not even needing to think about it.

  She was bad and it felt good. The thought hammered through her head as Dante’s tongue flicked her clit, sending a pulse of need straight to her core. Dominic pinched her nipple between his fingers, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke.

  “Do you want Dante to fuck you this time?”

  “Yes,” she mewled again, unable to form a response beyond that.

  The room was spinning, the only constants being Dominic and Dante, like the stars sailors used to follow home. She felt safe in their hands, even as her mind started to slip away, focused only on what her body wanted and caring nothing of anything else. The world could have ended at that moment and she wouldn’t even have noticed.

  “Good to know,” Dante said from between her legs, taking a break from driving her wild with his mouth.

  Her clit was swollen and throbbing, her pussy soaking wet and with her prim and proper rational side somewhere on vacation, she let her body do the talking. Reaching out to Dominic, she trailed her fingers down his taut chest and chiseled six-pack, until she reached his hard cock and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Dom hissed in a breath, readjusting himself so his hips would be closer to her.

  Glancing down, she could see that Dante was already pulling on a condom, his hand moving down his massive length. She whimpered at the thought of having him inside her, filling her to the brim.

  Slowly spreading her thighs, Dante positioned himself between her legs, teasing her wet slit with the tip of his cock. She arched her back and moved her hips to meet him, eager and hungry.

  Grabbing on to Dominic’s thigh, she pulled him towards her, looking up and straight into his eyes as Dante entered her, splitting her open with his cock. Dominic seemed to know exactly what she had in mind, lowering himself so she could wrap her lips around his erection.

  There she was, pushed and pulled around by two men, one of them sliding into her mouth and the other gripping her ass and sinking his cock into her, in a position, literally and figuratively, that she never thought she would be in.

  She knew it was unprofessional, and complicated, and by some people’s standards, even perverse. And just like last night, she found that she didn’t care. Minnesota, Top Performance, everything about the life she had built for her seemed far away, distant. Nothing existed outside of this moment, letting herself be consumed by two men she was surprised to say she genuinely cared for.

  And not just because they’re giving me the best sex of my life.

  Dante was relentless between her thighs, pushing and pulling at her hips to slam into her with reckless abandon, driving away what little sanity she had left. Dominic kept pumping into her mouth, groaning and sighing as she took him in, all the way to the back of her throat.

  The electricity beneath her skin was beginning to crackle as Dante drove into her pussy, making desperate whimpers tumble over her lips. She had no idea what she was trying to say to
them, or if she was forming words at all, but a stream of unintelligible sounds escaped her throat, with Dominic’s cock still inside her mouth.

  She could feel him getting ready to come, her tongue circling and lapping at his cock. Dante moved one of his hands away from her hips so his thumb could rub against her clit, and for a moment she was legitimately worried she was going to explode.

  It was too much, all of it, from the way each thrust from Dante moved her closer and closer to unraveling, to how feeling Dominic come in her mouth made her indescribably happy. Giving him pleasure was all she wanted, and hearing Dante murmur how wet and tight her pussy was only added to the wave of pride flowing over her.

  Pulling out of her mouth, Dominic moved to play with her nipples, squeezing one and circling the other with his tongue. She felt like a toy in his and Dante’s capable hands, and they knew exactly how to play with her.

  With her pussy pulsating and her insides contracting, she finally let go, feeling herself tighten around Dante’s cock. The rush of endorphins flooded her brain, making her body convulse and sending her mind reeling with pleasure.

  “Now that we’ve got a taste for you, we’re never letting you go,” Dominic whispered into her ear as the orgasm washed over her.

  The last remaining days in Shifter’s Grove all but flew by. Chloe thought about avoiding going to the training sessions to give Dom and Dante and Tyler and Trent less reason to go at it, but eventually decided against it.

  At least I can keep an eye on them when I’m there.

  And for their part, Dominic and Dante promised to be on their best behavior. Save from some verbal assaults on the Solomons, they kept their word.

  That’s how their time together went. They’d go to the training sessions together, or for runs on the trail Dominic had shown her during the day. In the evening, they’d cook dinner together.

  Or more accurately, she and Dante would cook dinner and Dominic did his best to stay out of their way and not eat everything before it was ready. And the nights… Well, those were some of the most memorable moments of their stay, that was for sure.

  Just as the house was beginning to feel like home, though, it was time to pack up and go back to Minnesota. Haphazardly shoving things into her suitcase, Chloe flitted around her bedroom, thinking back on how Amy had ‘helped’ her get ready to come to Shifter Grove, basically ignoring her adamant statements about how she was going to remain perfectly professional during this trip.

  How right Amy was to dismiss me.

  She had given her friend some updates, just enough to launch Amy’s imagination into overdrive. Not that her imagination could even come close to the truth. Amy was already anxiously waiting for her return, so Chloe could ‘spill the beans on the sausage party’, as she had put it.

  It had felt too weird to give her best friend a play-by-play on the phone, teetering on a chair in the corner at that. No, it would take at least a couple of glasses of wine and a real-life sit down with Amy to loosen Chloe’s tongue enough for her to even consider talking about what she got up to with her two hockey hunks.

  “Are you almost ready to go?” Dominic asked, popping his head into her room, blowing a strand of blond hair away from his forehead. “Dante is already whining about his ‘schedule’,” he added in a whiny tone, rolling his eyes.

  “I’ll be right there,” she smiled, and the man disappeared, bounding down the stairs.

  Zipping up her suitcase, she sighed as she looked at her room. She couldn’t help but feel like she was leaving a part of her behind. She ran a hand over the sheets, biting her lip a little as she remembered the last time she shared it with the twins – just last night.

  With a knot of uncertainty in her stomach, she pulled on her coat and dragged her bags out of the room.

  “I’m coming to get your suitcase! Don’t even think about lugging that thing down the stairs by yourself!” Dante hollered from down below, making her lips stretch in a smile.

  Back to the real world, I guess.

  Twenty-Six

  Chloe

  Sitting at her desk and sipping a chai latte, Chloe couldn’t help but feel a little odd. It had only been a couple of days since she got back from Shifter Grove, but reality was already hooking its claws into her, making the time she spent there feel like a distant dream.

  Sometimes she wondered, did it all really happen? Then it all came flooding back, the memories almost making her weak in the knees, and she remembered every frustrating, passionate, carefree, totally insane moment of it.

  Being back at TP after all she’d experienced felt like she’d gone from jumping out of a plane with no parachute to sipping tea in her rocking chair. Brow furrowed, she pushed her Starbucks cup away, suddenly in a sour mood.

  She had already tested the waters with Janice, casually mentioning maybe getting assigned to a new client or two, but her boss had mostly brushed her off, promising to talk about it later and reminding Chloe that these were hectic times for TP and everyone had to do their part. There was a definite ‘or else’ tacked onto that statement.

  Even though Chloe hadn’t seen the twins since returning home, it seemed obvious their relationship could never be just professional again.

  Not when Dominic kept texting her with questions like “What are you wearing?” and Dante sending her recipes he wanted to try next. Those would have been innocent enough, if he didn’t keep suggesting he’d rather eat the foods off her, rather than a plate.

  What have I gotten myself into? she sighed, fighting off another daydream of her and the boys so she’d actually get some work done.

  Yet instead of work, her mind went off on another tangent on how she couldn’t possibly stay on as the Kenners’ agent. The knowing looks they had been throwing her on the plane back from Shifter Grove and the way they kept making sure she wasn’t thirsty, or didn’t feel sick from the turbulence…

  It’s not that she didn’t appreciate their care and concern, but sooner or later someone was going to figure it out. They weren’t treating her like an agent anymore, whether they even realized it or not. Their dynamic had permanently shifted, and nothing could change that now.

  Another thought popped into her head, fight it as she might. What if Janice figured out why she was so adamant about a new assignment? Someone from the training camp could have already informed her about how cozy she and the twins looked. How would her boss look on the newly promoted employee that hopped into bed with her first real clients?

  She’d cut my head off where I stand.

  Chloe groaned under her breath, not wanting to dwell on that particular scenario, but doing so nonetheless. Was she ready to put it all on the line for a possible relationship with Dominic and Dante? Her career, her reputation, her future? Even if by some miracle her boss didn’t fire her for sleeping around on the job, there were other things to consider.

  Having a relationship with two guys at the same time wasn’t exactly the norm. It might be fine and accepted in the shifter world, but Chloe still mostly operated in the human one. She would be judged for a choice like that, that much she was sure of. She would be the topic of whispered gossip, her life some scandalous tidbit for strangers to dissect.

  Then there was the fact she wasn’t even sure of where this all was heading! Everything had been so simple back in Shifter Grove, with them all under the same roof and no one asking nosy questions about what they were up to. Suddenly, everything was different, hard, complicated. Chloe let her head fall into her hands, feeling tired.

  Sure, the twins made her feel special, even loved back when they were forced together, but was what they shared actually something real, or just a matter of the right circumstances falling together? Was she the right woman at the right time at the right place, and now neither the time nor the place was going to be right anymore?

  It’s not like they’d spent a lot of time discussing their future, and now she was left to doubt everything, replaying every conversation they ever had in her mind. What
if she was just another conquest to them? It didn’t feel like that was what it had all been about, but what the hell did she know?

  Having witnessed marriages and years-long relationships fall apart, either with the example of friends or her own parents, it was clear that no one had it all figured out. And how long had she really known Dominic and Dante? A short week?

  So they told her they were ‘meant to be’. Those were just words, and she wasn’t even sure she believed in that sort of a thing.

  With her brain in overdrive, she was almost relieved when Janice popped her head out of her office and called out her name. Jumping out of her chair, Chloe rushed over and pushed the glass doors open, finding Janice sitting on the edge of her massive desk.

  “I want to talk about the Kenner twins. Have you talked to Dante about how his shoulder is doing? The doctor from Idaho told me he never picked up his painkiller prescription.”

  Chloe opened her mouth to ask “What doctor?” before thinking better of it. Obviously Janice was referencing to something she had no knowledge of, but admitting that would be the same as admitting she had no idea what her clients were up to while she was living in the same house as them, supposed to be shadowing their every move.

  That’s going to make me look real competent, she thought bitterly.

  Recalling that time Tyler knocked right into Dante’s injured shoulder, and the way the boys insisted on going into town on their own to pick up groceries and how it had taken forever for them to get back, it all fell into place. They had gone to Janice behind her back, and she’d arranged for Dante to quietly see a physician.

  Dante definitely didn’t look like he was in any pain that night… she thought, remembering him holding her body up by the hips, his broad shoulders bunching as he…