Shifter Country Bears: The Complete Collection

by Roxie Noir

  He moaned again, pressing his face into her neck. They’d kicked the comforter off by now, and the three of them lay exposed to the air.

  In a flash, Olivia had her shirt off, her nipples puckering even more at the cool morning air, and before she had even tossed it to the floor, Craig was on them, swirling his tongue around the pebbled pink flesh and biting gently, the sensation of his teeth making Olivia gasp and moan.

  Behind her, Jasper took his pants off and yanked off Olivia’s boxers at the same time, then rubbed his long, hard erection against her back again. Olivia moaned and arched her back. She felt empty and aching, and she couldn’t even remember what concerns she’d had a few minutes ago.

  All she could think about was the two men in bed with her, and how much she wanted both of them.

  She reached behind her and grabbed Jasper’s cock, sliding it between her legs, rubbing his length against her wet slit. He gripped her shoulder and moaned, running his hand down her body until he’d grabbed her hip, pulling her hard against him.

  Then Craig was moving down as well, trailing kisses from her breastbone to her belly to the very top of her mound, before he lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and pressed his tongue against Olivia’s clit.

  She gasped, her whole body jerking in anticipation, and she could feel Craig chuckle against her, his hot breath tickling her.

  “You’re wound pretty tight,” Jasper whispered into her ear. He moved his arm around her and pinched a nipple, eliciting a little gasp from the girl.

  “It’s been a while,” she moaned.

  Craig’s tongue still circled her clit, and Olivia felt like she was being buoyed upwards, through the clouds, her head getting fuzzy. All she could think about was how good it felt and how she wanted more, wanted to feel Jasper and Craig inside her, filling her completely.

  “I want you to take me,” she whispered, not caring that it sounded a little like a line from a porno.

  Right then, she felt two fingers make their way into her slick channel, and she bit her lip, arching her back as they sought out the sensitive spot on her front wall. Then Craig added another finger, his tongue still lazily flicking back and forth over her clit, Jasper’s cock firmly between her legs, his fingers pinching her nipples.

  “Please,” she gasped out, and suddenly, the fingers and tongue left her completely. Olivia looked down just in time to see Craig swirl his tongue around Jasper’s cock and then take the head of it in his mouth, sliding his lips down almost to the root and then bobbing back up.

  If she’d been standing, she’d have gone weak in the knees. As it was, she felt almost lightheaded with desire.

  Then Craig sat up, Olivia’s leg still on his shoulder, and he took Jasper’s cock in his hand and nestled it right against Olivia’s slick, wet opening. Olivia arched her back and moved her hips and the head of it slid in, then stopped.

  Olivia frowned, gasping for breath, and moved her hips backward, desperately wanting to take more of him. Then she felt a slight pinch and grit her teeth together, but it was already over and Jasper was sliding in, burying his face in the back of her neck and moaning as he moved inside her.

  She saw sparks as his cock went even deeper, finding every nerve in her channel and stroking each of them, sending her to dizzying heights of pleasure in a single stroke.

  “Oh my god,” she whispered as she felt his fingers dig into her hips hard, helping to guide her as he slowly picked up speed.

  Olivia barely even noticed when Craig laid back in front of her, her musk on his beard, sneaking his hand down to circle her clit as he licked at her nipples. Jasper’s hand left her hip and made its way to Craig’s cock, stroking its length in time with his own thrusts. Olivia could feel the groans of the two men practically making the whole bed shake, and she grabbed onto Craig’s thick torso as if to keep herself from flying off into space.

  She came without warning. One moment everything felt wonderful, and the next, she felt like she was shattering into a thousand pieces, cracking from the core outward. She could barely breathe or think or do anything but moan and grab Craig as tightly as possible, no longer in control of her own body.

  She rode the wave for long seconds, feeling the contractions spasm through her body, until finally she opened her eyes to see Craig grinning at her, his smile nearly splitting his face in half.

  Olivia was baffled, but then Jasper grabbed her even harder, his arm tight around her once more, and she felt him thrust even deeper once, then twice, and then she could feel him come inside her as she stared into Craig’s eyes, totally speechless.

  Gradually, Jasper let her go, still covering the back of her neck with kisses as they separated. Now Craig’s arm was around her, her own scent still on his beard, and he drew her toward him, his thick cock hard against her belly.

  “You’re not finished, are you?” he asked, his tone almost teasing.

  Olivia felt a sudden throb deep inside at his words.

  “I guess not,” she said, arranging her face into what she hoped was a sly smile.

  Then, without warning, Craig rolled her on top of him, lying down and face to face. Olivia pulled her knees up so she was kneeling over his hips, then took his cock in her hand, biting her lip as she did.

  Inches away, Jasper watched, looking spent but fascinated. He reached out to tweak one nipple, and Olivia gasped, squeezing her eyes shut.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” Craig murmured.

  “Do you say that to all the naked girls who straddle you?” Olivia asked, teasing, her hands still on his cock.

  He grinned and grabbed her by the hips, moving her as easily as if she were a rag doll until his cock was right at her entrance, both hands still wrapped around it.

  Olivia let herself sink down onto it, feeling all the same mind-obliterating pleasure she’d gotten from Jasper. She could barely stay upright on her knees, but Craig’s strong hands were on her, keeping her up as she began bouncing, desperately seeking pleasure.

  “Wait,” Craig growled. “Stop moving for a minute.”

  Olivia opened her eyes, frowning slightly, and stopped, letting herself sink all the way onto Craig’s cock, making a noise in her throat as she did, another spike of pleasure making its way into her brain.

  “Just move your hips a little,” Craig said. “Forward.”

  She did, and gasped with pleasure as he hit pleasure spots she hadn’t known existed.

  “Oh my god,” she said again, starting to move her hips back and forth, both hands on Craig’s perfect, sculpted chest.

  Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, feeling like there was so much going on inside her that she couldn’t handle any outside stimulation.

  “Oh my god,” she said again. “Craig, Jasper, oh my god, this feels so good,” she gasped.

  Then Olivia’s mind went totally blank. She felt like her hips were moving on their own, faster and faster, until at last she came, a sensation almost like flying, like leaping off a cliff. Nothing else existed in the universe except for the three of them, Craig inside her and under her, Jasper sliding his hand over hers on Craig’s chest.

  As the waves slowed, she finally opened her eyes again, moving her hips slower now. Suddenly, she realized that Craig was soft inside her.

  “Did you finish?” she gasped.

  He responded by swatting her ass gently and then moving her off of him, burying his face in her neck.

  Olivia took that as her answer.

  She laid on her back between the two men, her mind fuzzy but satisfied. She still couldn’t believe that it had happened, and despite her pure happiness at the moment, she still felt a tweak of uncertainty and worry.

  What is this? She wondered. Should I have not given it up on the second date? Should I have played harder to get?

  Outside the door, she suddenly heard a faint whining, and on either side of her, both men sighed.

  “I’ll take Ninety out if you make us breakfast,” Craig offered.

  “You always offer t
hat,” said Jasper.

  “You’re better at making breakfast than I am,” said Craig. “Whenever we do it the other way you complain about whatever I decide to make.”

  He rolled over onto his side, tossing one arm over Olivia and rested his chin on her shoulder.

  Jasper seemed to consider this point for a few moments.

  “Fine,” he said, rolling toward Olivia as well and throwing an arm over her.

  Then he kissed Craig, Craig kissed Olivia, and Jasper kissed Olivia, and everyone got out of bed.

  12

  Craig

  When Craig and Ninety Nine got back to the house, Olivia was sitting at the counter on a stool watching Jasper cook and sipping on a cup of coffee. He fed the dog, then came into the kitchen.

  “Smells good,” he said.

  “I offered to help, but I got rejected,” Olivia said.

  “Happens to me all the time,” Craig said.

  “Don’t complain that I make breakfast for you,” Jasper teased. “Sit down and drink your coffee.”

  Craig grinned and squeezed Jasper’s ass just a little on the way out.

  “Orders are orders,” he said, and took a seat next to Olivia at the counter.

  “I guess you need a ride back in a little while,” he said, casually.

  A look of total horror crossed Olivia’s face, and Craig stared in shock.

  She looked at him.

  “Can I borrow your phone?” she asked. “My mom probably thinks I’m dead.”

  Craig handed her his, and she walked across the room to make the call.

  “Mom,” Craig heard. “No, listen, I’m fine. No. Yes. It was pretty bad.”

  A long pause.

  “Craig and Jasper.”

  Another long pause.

  “Can we talk about this later?”

  A very, very long pause, long enough for Craig to face Jasper and drink some more coffee.

  “Lydia’s a hell of a character,” he said.

  “Okay, mom,” Olivia said. “I will. Yes. Yes. I love you too.”

  She took the phone away from her face, looking relieved.

  “She hadn’t reported me missing yet, but only because she called the restaurant and grilled everyone there until they told her that I left with two people matching your description,” she said, handing Craig’s phone back. “She wasn’t thrilled, but I’ve actually heard worse.”

  The restaurant, Craig thought. We should probably go over there today and try to smooth things over.

  Olivia went quiet, staring into her coffee mug. Ninety came over and put her head on the girl’s leg, but Olivia kept on staring into her drink, absentmindedly petting the dog.

  “She likes you,” said Craig. “She doesn’t like everyone.”

  “Really? She’s such a sweetheart,” Olivia said, still seeming distracted.

  Even cooking pancakes, Jasper noticed.

  “Everything okay?” he asked.

  Olivia went quiet for seconds on end, looking down into Ninety Nine’s eyes.

  “Olivia?”

  “Look, this is going to sound kind of crazy coming right now but that’s kind of my thing lately, so, what are we doing here? Was this just a one-time thing?” she blushed hard, her face turning bright pink as she kept petting the dog.

  Ninety, at least, was in heaven. Craig’s heart sank through the floor.

  “No?” he said.

  In the kitchen, Jasper froze and looked at Craig.

  “I hope not,” Jasper said, his eyes still locked with Craig.

  “Why?” Craig asked, reaching for her shoulder.

  She turned back toward them, her eyes bright with tears.

  “You guys deserve someone normal and not broken,” she said, miserably. “I mean, look at this, we just had really great morning sex and now I’m crying all over your kitchen like a lunatic,” she said. “You can’t even take me on a nice date without me wrecking the place.”

  “We don’t care about that,” said Craig. He felt like his heart had stopped in his chest. “Hell, I’d rather eat barbecue on the counter with you than some fancy bullshit. Olivia, we looked for you for years before we found you.”

  She looked up at him, frowning slightly.

  “What?”

  We didn’t tell her, Craig realized. She has no idea.

  “We met when you were feral,” Jasper said.

  “We did?”

  Jasper just nodded.

  “It was for about ten seconds,” he went on. “We were bears, you were a bear, but we looked into your eyes and we knew we had to find you again,” he said. “So we did.”

  “You were looking for me?” she whispered.

  “Yeah,” said Craig. “When Jasper told me he found you in the garden by the library, he practically had to physically restrain me from tearing down every door in town.”

  She looked at the counter, no longer crying. Ninety nudged her hand, and she started petting the dog again, absentmindedly.

  “You weren’t disappointed when you met me and found out I’d been feral?”

  “Are you kidding?” said Craig. “I was on cloud nine at square dancing, and I hate dancing.”

  “You should have seen yourself tell off Buck,” Jasper added.

  “And Ninety likes you,” Craig added.

  Olivia seemed to consider all of this, and Craig took her other hand, sandwiching it between his.

  “We know you probably need time,” he said. “But we’re not giving up on you. Whatever you need, we’re here for. We will do anything for you, Olivia, and I am dead fucking serious.”

  She’d teared up again, and looked down at Ninety. Then she sniffled.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  She sniffed again.

  “I think the pancakes are burning.”

  13

  Olivia

  One month later

  “Craig, sweetheart, you have to keep stirring or the cheese will burn. Jasper, could you get the rolls from the oven, please, and Olivia get him the bread bowl. Not the old one, the new one, with the blue on it.”

  Olivia looked at both Craig and Jasper as her mother bustled back out of the room. Simultaneously, they lifted wine glasses to their lips and drank as Olivia lifted the correct bowl out of a cupboard.

  Her mom bustled back in.

  “Much better, Craig. Is that melted? Yes. Go ahead and pour it over the pasta and then you can just bring that pot to the table, it’s nice enough. Gary’s bringing the pork chops in from the grill right now so double-time with those rolls, you two.”

  She bustled out again.

  They looked at each other again, smiles lifting the edges of their eyes.

  “Amazingly, it was much worse when I was a teenager,” Olivia said, helping Jasper stack the rolls in the bowl.

  “At least you were well-fed,” he said.

  Craig lifted his wine glass to his lips again.

  The dinner table was piled high with food, just like every week when Jasper and Craig came to dinner. Even though Olivia had been nervous about her parents’ reaction, her mom and dads had taken to Craig and Jasper immediately, welcoming them into their little family with no hesitation at all.

  Buck hadn’t been seen off of his ranch in a month. Amazingly, L’Aubergine had been willing not to sue Olivia in exchange for two weeks of dishwashing, which left her soapy and exhausted but grateful.

  She still lived at home. Craig and Jasper had kept to their promise to take things slow, so now she was spending a couple nights a week at their place, feeling a little more normal week by week.

  Right in the middle of dinner, just as everyone had their mouths full, the phone rang.

  Olivia’s mom jumped up so fast her chair overturned and rushed to the wall unit in the kitchen.

  “Yes?” she asked, breathlessly.

  Everyone stopped.

  “We’ll be right there!” she shouted, then hung up.

  Everyone stared.

  “Cora had her baby! He’s h
ealthy! They’re all healthy!”

  Everyone at the table started talking at once, but Olivia’s mom waved her arms until they went silent and stared at her.

  “Come on, we’re going to the hospital,” she said, grabbing her purse and walking for the front door. Olivia, her dad, and her papa followed, though Jasper and Craig hung back, looking uncertain.

  Then her mom stuck her head back around the corner and looked at them.

  “Come on!” she shouted. “You’re family!”

  They were the second ones to arrive, moments after Julius and Hudson and Quinn. Everyone barely fit into the tiny hospital room. Cora looked tired but radiant.

  Hunter and Ash stood to one side of her, both silently staring in awe at the infant in Hunter’s arms.

  Olivia went straight up to her cousin, and put her hand on his arm.

  “Hi, Logan,” she said very softly.

  Logan waved his tiny fists in his air, and Olivia could feel Craig and Jasper hovering over her shoulders, looking down at this tiny new person.

  “He’s beautiful,” she said, and Hunter and Ash just nodded, too gobsmacked for words.

  “Let me see him again,” Cora said, and Hunter slowly walked to her, then put Logan in her arms like he was afraid he’d break the baby. Hunter and Ash knelt down by the bed, the three of them making a perfect little triangle.

  Olivia, Jasper, and Craig stepped out of the room, leaving them alone, and Olivia was surprised to find that she was crying when they got out into the hall.

  “What’s wrong?” Jasper asked, taking her hand.

  “Nothing,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry. It’s just, I want that. I want to be in a perfect little glowing triangle like that with you guys.”

  Jasper laced her fingers through his and smiled. Craig slipped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

  “Us too,” he whispered.

  “Someday, we’ll have that,” Jasper said.

  “I know,” Olivia whispered. “I’m sorry I’m crying. I think it’s happy crying.”

  “Happy cry all you want,” Jasper said.