Chasing Her Tail (23 page)

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“Well,” Micah started slowly, leaning into Hammer and picking up Bridget’s hand to play with as he talked. “I was born this way. My brother Joey was too. Our mom died just a few months after we were born. Our dad taught us how to deal with it—how to hide it, how we could never, ever bite anyone.” He flashed a quick glance at Bridget, who squeezed his hand.

“So your dad was a…whatever you call it—were-dog?” Hammer asked.

“Not that we ever knew,” Micah said. “At least, we never saw him change. Joey and I think it came from our mom.”

“Do you—we—
have
to change?” Bridget cut in. “How often? And what’s with these crazy meat cravings? I could eat about a dozen hamburgers right now.”

“Yeah, we have to. If I don’t change after three or four days, I start getting restless.

The longest I’ve gone is six days and then I couldn’t control it—hair was just popping out all over me.” Micah grinned. “As far as the food thing goes, you saw our cart at the grocery store. After you change, you’re pretty much desperate for meat. I think it requires a lot of protein.” He slid his hand up her leg to squeeze her thigh. “Plus it makes you hungry for other things too.”

“I
wondered
about that!” Bridget tried to shift around on Hammer’s lap so she could face Micah. Hammer grunted as her elbow accidentally dug into his stomach.

“Wait,” Hammer grumbled, rearranging her so she sat sideways on his lap, her legs across Micah’s.

“I’ve never acted like…um, this,” she gestured at the three of them, “before, so I wondered if this dog thing was making me…ah…” Her words stumbled to a halt as she blushed.

“Horny?” Micah suggested, smirking.

“Hot for the two of us?” Hammer offered, his fingers slipping between her legs to brush against her clit.

She sucked in a breath, squirming in his lap.

“Desperate to have both our cocks inside you?” Micah growled, his hand joining Hammer’s between her legs. Instead of Hammer’s gentle teasing, however, Micah ruthlessly thrust two fingers into her pussy. Bridget whimpered, already wet and ready for his entry, but Hammer pulled Micah’s hand away from her. She made another small noise, this one from loss.

“Focus, Micah,” Hammer commanded, although his voice was rough with desire.

“You and your brother can change—have you met anyone else who can?”

Micah slanted him a sideways look. “Besides Bridget?”

“Yeah, smartass.” Hammer eyed him sternly and Micah dropped his gaze. “I’ve already seen what Bridget can do firsthand.”

“My brother got a groupie pregnant,” Micah said, his face serious. “He was on tour in Texas when he slept with her, although he doesn’t even remember it. She shows up a year later, dumps the baby and takes off. We don’t ever see her again.”

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“Did she see Sam change?” Bridget asked.

Micah shrugged. “Don’t think so. He didn’t change with us until he was almost four. Probably a good thing—she might have sold him as a circus freak or something.”

“So I have Sam in my class and he bites me—
why
did he bite me, by the way?” she asked Micah, who winced.

“He liked you,” he told her. “I think he sensed that I was totally obsessed with you after that conference, so that just made it worse.”

“What?” Bridget didn’t know which part of that was more confusing. “Made what worse? And you were obsessed with me? I would have thought obsession might lead to…I don’t know,
calling
after you make out in the alley with someone?”

“Hey, I was doing the right thing,” Micah protested. “How could I have had a relationship with anyone? You’re obviously not a fuck-once-and-leave kind of girl, so I had to stay away from you.”

“How did you know I’m not a fuck-once-and-leave kind of girl?” she demanded, feeling the residual sting of his dumping.

“Because,” he gritted out, leaning in, his eyes fierce, “I just did. And now that we’ve fucked, there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you.” His gaze turned to Hammer. “Either of you.”

A little intimidated by his intensity, Bridget just nodded and asked, “But why did Sam bite me if he likes me?”

Calming a little, Micah sighed. “I don’t know for sure. I kept asking him why and he just kept crying and saying he was sorry. I think he had the idea that if you were like us, you would come live with us, be his mom.”

“Oh,” Bridget said softly, her heart aching for little Sam. “Poor baby.”

“I know,” Micah agreed, turning so he could lay his head on her breast. “I’ve had a rough week.”

Bridget gave a surprised laugh and tangled her hands in his hair to pull his head away from her chest. “Ass,” she insulted him fondly. He refused to leave and turned his head so he could catch one of her nipples in his mouth. She caught her breath, amazed at the speed of Micah’s mood swing.

“Micah.” Hammer was obviously struggling to keep his voice stern and not laugh as well. “No sex until I have answers.”

Reluctantly sitting back, he gave a resigned shrug. “Fine. What else do you need to know?”

“Tell me about Bart Carlson.”

In a flash, all humor left Micah’s face. “After Sam told me what he’d done, I found out where Bridget lived and—”

“How?” she asked.

“What?” Micah looked at her, blinking innocently.

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“How’d you find out where I lived?” she demanded.

“I pulled the fire alarm at school and looked in your personnel file after everyone went outside.” Ignoring her shocked expression, Micah continued, “When I got to Bridget’s, I found two men—both Carlson’s guys—had broken in to her house. There’ve been rumors that Carlson has a fascination with…oddities, human and otherwise, so I’m thinking that he’s set his mind—and wallet—to capturing a were-mutt. I called Joey, told him to get his ass back here and pick up Sam. He did and I tracked Bridget to your house.”

Hammer nodded, obviously thinking. “So how did Carlson know about Bridget so quickly?
You’ve
lived in the area undetected for years.”

“I went to the emergency room,” Bridget admitted.

“You did
what
?” Micah demanded.

“I was really sick!” she shot back. “I didn’t know what was happening to me.

Besides, how was I supposed to know there was some evil doctor in Carlson’s pocket looking for people who can turn into dogs?”

Hammer laid a soothing hand on her leg. “So what happened at the hospital?”

“A nurse saw my hand change into a paw,” Bridget said. “She freaked out and ran to grab a doctor. He was giving me the major creeps, so I left. The doctor and another guy followed me out. I was hiding between the cars when I changed. There wasn’t anything I could do—my body just did it. So now I think I’m hallucinating…”

“I know that feeling,” Hammer interjected. “It’s not good.”

“Exactly.” She patted his chest. “I run for the woods next to the parking lot and almost make it before one of the guys shoots a tranquilizer dart into my butt.”

“Oof,” Micah said, wincing in sympathy.

“Definitely ‘oof’,” Bridget agreed, nodding. “So I manage to go just far enough to fall over the edge of a ravine.”

Hammer jerked in reaction and she patted him again. “It was actually a good thing,” she reassured him. “I wasn’t hurt by the fall and landed against a fallen log.

That and the avalanche of leaves I brought down hid me from the guys. I woke up the next morning and went home—still in dog form, since I was too paranoid to venture into the parking lot. Plus there’s the whole clothes thing.”

“Doesn’t seem to bother you now,” Micah teased, pinching a nipple. She swatted at him, pretending it hadn’t caused heat to rush right to her pussy.

“Don’t discourage her,” Hammer reprimanded him. “I hope she never starts wearing clothes.” He tweaked the other nipple, slightly harder than Micah had. Bridget couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed this time since she was too turned on.

“You guys done?” she asked. She tried to sound firm but was afraid that the words came out sounding more provocative than anything.

“Never.” Hammer tugged at the point of her breast, drawing a needy sigh and a squirm from Bridget.

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“Stop,” she protested halfheartedly. “I thought you wanted to hear what happened.” Her words ended in a husky rush as Micah’s fingers delved between her thighs.

“You’re right,” Hammer said, although his hand contradicted what he was saying, grasping her knee and spreading her legs and watching as Micah’s fingers disappeared inside her. “Keep talking.”

She stared at him, her eyes starting to glaze with desire. “What?”

“Talk,” he ordered, tugging on her nipple, watching hungrily as Micah drew out three fingers, slick from her juices, and drove them back into her pussy.

She whimpered. “But I can’t think…” Bridget trailed off with a moan when Micah pressed his thumb against her clit, his fingers still deep inside her.

“Talk,” Hammer said again, bending his head down to kiss her. Pulling back, he added, “You can’t come until you finish your story.”

“Um…” She really
couldn’t
think. Micah had shifted over her, his lips moving up her belly to her breasts. “I, um, went home…” Micah was sucking on one nipple as Hammer’s fingers pinched the other, just hard enough to make pleasure flare in her belly. Feeling her body wind up, each nerve tightening, Bridget knew she didn’t have long before her orgasm.

“I went home, the guys broke in, I hid and snuck out, saw Micah, ran away and found Hammer!” she gasped out in one breath. “Now please can I come?”

“No.” Hammer released her breast and pushed Micah back. When she felt Micah’s mouth leave her nipple and his hand disappear from between her legs, Bridget couldn’t help it—she let out a disappointed wail.

Although Micah’s eyes were lit and his cock stood stiffly, he obeyed Hammer, waiting for the other man’s next command. Bridget wasn’t sure why but for some reason, Micah’s obedience was incredibly arousing.

“That’s really hot,” she said out loud before she thought, blushing when both men looked at her as if waiting for an explanation. “Just that Micah’s so big and he’s so bossy usually,” she fumbled, searching for words. “But you can order him around. I know it’s nuts but that makes me crazy—in a good crazy way, I mean.” She stopped, confused.

“Did that make sense?”

Hammer smiled. “I think so. You like it when I order Micah around.”

God, this is embarrassing.
“Yeah,” she admitted, her face turning a whole new shade of crimson.

“Bossy?” Micah repeated, his eyebrow arched. His erection hadn’t eased. If anything, it had swelled even larger at her words.

“Yeah,” she said, more defiantly this time. She gave Micah a so-what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it look.

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He smirked and Bridget’s stomach dropped. She knew she shouldn’t have baited the bear. Micah moved to kneel by Hammer’s feet, dropping his chest toward the bed and kissing the other man’s instep.

“So, Master,” Micah purred, slanting a look at Bridget, who rolled her eyes. “What can your humble slave do to please you?”

Bridget looked at Hammer, dying to find out how he’d respond. He was quiet for a few seconds.

“Here,” Hammer finally responded as he lifted Bridget off his lap and held her toward Micah. “Take this disobedient girl and punish her.”

Micah sat back on his heels, staring at Hammer. “Oh shit,” he muttered. “You’re going to play. I’m in so much fucking trouble.”

Hammer grinned at him, showing all his teeth. “Too fucking right.”

“Wait,” Bridget finally yelped, having been completely distracted by the exchange happening in front of her. “Punish?”

“Quiet!” Hammer rumbled. “Or we’ll have to gag you.”

Gag?
She almost said it out loud but held back just in time, pretty sure Hammer would carry out his threat.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Micah reached to haul Bridget onto his lap, facedown across his knees. She almost yelped but swallowed it back, the threat of the gag still fresh in her mind. Her heart was pounding, her breathing fast, and she’d never been so wet in her entire life.

“How many?” Micah asked.

Hammer got off the bed and stood in front of them. “Ten,” he commanded.

Swallowing, Bridget felt her ass cheeks clench at the order. It was one thing for Hammer to give her an impromptu swat in the middle of sex but this planned spanking was a whole different deal. Every second of anticipation was twisting her nerves tighter, until she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from begging Micah to just
do
it, to quit dragging out the suspense until her entire body was tense and quivering.

When Micah’s hand finally touched her skin, Bridget jerked, even though he merely stroked the back of her thigh. Hammer chuckled and she looked sideways toward him.

From her vantage point across Micah’s lap, Bridget thought Hammer’s rigid cock looked huge, extending stiffly from his body. She desperately wanted to lick it, to wrap her lips around it and swallow it to the back of her throat.

The crack of Micah’s hand landing on her ass cheek refocused her attention with a jolt. Before Bridget could catch her breath from the first stinging spank, his hand fell again on the other side. Back and forth, sharp and soft, he alternated, bringing the blood rushing to the surface of her skin until each contact was almost unbearably sweet.

The threat of a gag forgotten, she moaned and cried out with each connection of his palm on her ass, squirming across his lap, trying desperately to grind her pussy against something but finding only air.

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“Stop,” Hammer barked and Micah instantly obeyed, leaving Bridget unsure whether she was glad or disappointed that it was over. Hammer’s hand smoothed over her stinging skin and she pushed back into the contact, wanting more. Instead, Hammer lifted her off Micah’s lap and laid her facedown on the bed.

As Bridget started to roll over, Hammer stopped her with a reprimanding slap on her sensitive ass. She yelped and froze, not moving a muscle until he gripped her wrists, pulling them up to one of the slats in the mission-style headboard.