Dancing Bearback (BBW Shifter Cowboy Western Romance) (Bear Ranchers Book 3)

by Becca Fanning

  A gunshot rang out from opposite the stage, towards the entrance to the dance floor. Everyone scattered. Iyesha turned to see a group of five men standing there, laughing. One had a pistol by his side. She looked back at the stage, but Dragon was gone. Before she could decide what to do, Syd ran into her from the side and ushered her back into the service area.

  “What is going on? Who was that?” Iyesha asked as they dodged around busboys and other frightened club patrons.

  “That was Lil’ Buck. I guess he’s a man of his word,” Syd said as they passed through the kitchen. Staff stood around confused, not sure what was going on.

  “Where is Dragon?”

  “I don’t know. He sent me to get you. We’re supposed to meet him out back in the alley,” he said as they went through an exit door into an alley.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Dragon said, coming out right behind them. “What a goddamn circus.”

  “Ok, let me go get the car. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Syd said, darting down the alley.

  “What the hell was that about?” Iyesha asked.

  Dragon sighed. “Unprofessional shit is what that was about. Fuckin’ poppin’ off in the middle of a club like that.”

  “Did he shoot at you?” Iyesha asked.

  “Nah, just up in the air. He just wanted to fuck up my night.”

  “That’s not all I want!” a man said, coming up on the two of them with a gun drawn. The short black man pointed his pistol at Dragon. “Now give me that earring, Andre!”

  “Fuck you Lil Buck! I ain’t giving’ you shit,” Dragon said, flexing like he wanted to attack the man drawing down on him.

  Creeping to the side, Iyesha’s hands were shaking. Oh God, he’s going to shoot him. Tears running down her face, she wrapped her arms around herself in panic. Her hand brushed up against her purse and she felt the hardness inside. Without a second thought her hand went into the bag and she pulled out the semi-automatic handgun.

  Leveling the barrel at Lil’ Buck’s head, she screamed, “Freeze motherfucker or I’ll blow your head off!” She saw Buck’s triumph turn to pants-shitting terror.

  “Where’d you get a gun?!” he asked, incredulously.

  “Where’d you get a gun?!” Dragon repeated, a dumbfounded look on his face. “Is..is that…?” he started, but a set of bright headlights shone over all of them.

  Iyesha shielded her eyes and she heard Lil Buck run off down the alley.

  “Get in!” Syd yelled, pulling up right next to them. Seconds later Iyesha and Dragon were out of the alley, zooming down the highway back towards the hotel. Dragon reached over to Iyesha, and she moved close to be held by him. He coldly held her at bay while he reached into her purse. Taking out the gun, he looked at it and shook his head.

  “It’s not what you think,” she said. “It fell into my purse!”

  Dragon didn’t respond. He sat silently looking out the window as Syd drove them back to the hotel. Every once in a while he would sigh and shake his head.

  “Please, say something…” Iyesha pleaded. The car stopped at the entrance to the hotel.

  Dragon opened the door, stepping out. “You in your room tonight. Tomorrow Syd takes you to the airport,” he said, closing the door behind him.

  Iyesha’s eyes welled up and she wiped them, hoping Syd didn’t see. After a sniffle, she opened the door and walked under the glass gazebo into the hotel. She went up to the front desk, defeated.and exhausted. The concierge’s pleasantries were wasted on her, and with her keycard in hand she made her way to the bank of elevators.

  Iyesha flicked on the lights to her hotel room. Looks like Maxwell spared every expense. She was surprised a hotel that contained the kind of luxury of Dragon’s suite could also have such a plain room. Oh well, a bed is a bed.

  She laid in the bed, tossing and turning in the empty cold expanse of budget sheets and minimal dry-cleaning. She cried and felt mad at herself for doing so. That asshole didn’t believe me. Fuck him. She picked up the phone and dialed room service. Yes, she did want cheese on those fries. Yes, charge the extra to the room account. Iyesha picked up the remote and pondered how many adult films she could charge to the room between now and the morning.

  A knock at the door brought Iyesha out of her revenge plot. She looked at the clock on the bedside table. No way is room service that fast. She opened the door and saw Dragon standing out in the hallway.

  “Can we talk?” he asked, a hangdog expression on his face. The restless night he’d also been having was evident on his face. “Look…”

  “Yeah, whatever. Come in I guess,” Iyesha said, trying to control the knot in her stomach. She stepped aside to let Dragon in, then closed the door and joined him on the bed. They sat a foot apart, but the real distance between them was far greater.

  “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I got mad and I let it fuck me up,” he said, looking down at his hands. “You thought I was in trouble, and so you acted. That’s loyalty. That’s real loyalty,” he said.

  Iyesha felt relief flood through her. Wait a second. “You were in trouble. That guy had a gun pointed at you.”

  “True, true…but let’s just say the rivalry is more for the cameras than anything else. Don’t get it twisted though: the gun thing was some bullshit. That shit in the alley was him hoping someone in the crowd outside would get a pic of him robbin’ me so it would boost his cred. Shit wasn’t supposed to go down like that.”

  “That’s well and good, but you thought I stole from you, and you treated me like shit. So what happened? You look at the video tape or something?”

  “No. I just thought about it and realized I trust you. You stuck your neck out for me in some dangerous shit. Can’t ask for no more than that.”

  Iyesha smiled. “So we can resume our business arrangement?”

  Dragon shook his head. “No, can’t do that.”

  Iyesha’s smile withered.

  Dragon leaned forward and kissed her. “No more business between us. I want you to be my girl.”

  Iyesha’s gasped as her mouth closed around his, her tongue dancing across his lips. She pressed back against him, hard, pushing him down against the bed. She straddled him, lowering her wanting body against his hardness.

  “Back to my room,” he stated, starting to get up.

  “Shut the fuck up and lay down,” she commanded. “I think you’ve made enough decisions lately. I’m in charge now.”

  A broad grin spread across his face. “Aight girl.”

  Iyesha lightly slapped him across the face. That got his attention! “You’ll call me ma’am, or you’ll be sent back to your room to jerk off like some nerdy virgin.”

  “Yes ma’am!” he said enthusiastically. He lay back down on the economy mattress.

  “You’re a rap mogul and idolized by millions, but you’re my plaything tonight. And tonight I want to play,” Iyesha said, slowly disrobing. She let her hips gyrate against his crotch and she felt his wanton need stiffen against her, desperate to enter her.

  Dragon unbuckled his belt and began to unzip his pants.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Iyesha demanded.

  “Uhh…just getting ready for you,” Dragon said, but his hands had already retreated, his pants only half unzipped.

  “You don’t touch yourself and you don’t touch me without my permission. I’m going to use you as I see fit. My little stud toy,” Iyesha said as she moved up towards his head. “Show me how hungry you are,” she said as she lowered herself on his face.

  Dragon dutifully licked at her pussy with fervor, lapping her sweet juices when they offered themselves. Before long his chin and cheeks were soaked.

  “What a messy eater you are,” Iyesha chided as she rode his face, grinding her pussy against his mouth. Having this prostrate man was almost as much of a turn on as the oral action she was receiving.

  Dragon caught on to her rhythm, and his tongue slid between her labia, tasting between her folds. He bl
ew cool air all over her wet crotch, and her shiver carried over her whole body. His cock surged against his pants, fully tenting up.

  “Good boy,” Iyesha encouraged. She leaned forward to softly paw at Dragon’s engorged member. “Does this want to come out?”

  “Yes ma’am!” Dragon said, then took her clit gently into his mouth. His tongue slammed against it, sending shockwaves up through Iyesha as she came. He happily slurped as she squirted all over his face.

  Iyesha had to concentrate to hold herself upright, her legs still spasming against Dragon’s head. Once the orgasm had crested, she leaned down on top of him and finished unzipping his pants. His massive cock sprung out like a jack-in-the-box, and she took him into her mouth.

  His familiar salty pre-cum coated her tongue as she cleaned his head and glans. She brought her hand around his base and began to pump him while sucking. He shifted a little upwards and began tossing her salad, eagerly licking her backdoor.

  She could sense his balls pulling up, ready to jettison their load into her mouth. Not this time, stud. She took her mouth off his member and spun around, his tongue popping out of her ass like a party favor.

  Straddling him again, she lowered her aching sex against his rigid cock, feeling the full length of him as she sank to the hilt. His hands went up to touch her breasts.

  “No,” she said, softly and plainly, like to a naughty dog.

  His hands fell away.

  As Iyesha gyrated atop him, she leaned forward and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. “I’m going to ride you like my life depended on it,” she whispered in his ear, lifting her ass and slamming back down on him. “And you’re going to cum inside me.”

  A bestial grunt from Dragon was his only response. That, and him spiking his hips up to meet Iyesha on the downstroke. He bit into the side of her neck as she rode him like there was a Best In Show trophy waiting somewhere.

  “That’s it, good boy,” she said, trying to keep her cool as she felt another orgasm come over her. She shut her eyes as screamed as she came, warmth exploding out from her core to her fingers and toes. Her pussy spasmed around Dragon, instinctually milking him.

  Dragon groaned, unable to control himself as his cock jerked inside Iyesha, sending gush after gush of white cream into her womb.

  Iyesha reached below her, cupping his balls and squeezing them, encouraging their relief as they emptied into her. She looked down into Dragon’s eyes, both of them panting in post coital bliss. No words passed between them: none were necessary.

  A loud knock came from the door.

  “Room service!”

  FIN