Knox (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) (148 page)

I cried out as I came again, my two men fucking me blind and my Alpha claiming me. My pussy seized around his cock, milking it for it’s precious seed. My ass spasmed as well, twitching all around Sven’s huge dick.

Sven popped first, his hands mauling my breasts as he thrust one more time up into me. He shot his spurts deep inside me, a torrent of cum rushing up from his balls and jettisoning out the tip of his prick. “Unnngh!” he cried out as he squeezed my nipples painfully.

Helmut’s tongue lashed against my bare throat as his hands dug into my hips. He came inside me, still thrusting madly and without control. His balls surged, flooding me with his royal seed. He jaw unclenched from my neck and his thrusting slowed. He looked down as he pulled out, a flood of hot white stickiness flowing out of me and all over Sven’s cock and balls.

We all lay there for a moment, looking up at the moon overhead.

Shared By The Werewolves

by

Becca Fanning

“Teresa?” Dale said.

I looked up towards the driver’s seat. Dale Simson’s six foot plus frame filled the driver’s seat. His woody brown eyes sought mine out in the rear view mirror. I felt a stir. I’d thought about those eyes a lot.

“Yeah?” I said. I had a feeling I’d been zoning out again. I was engrossed in the tall trees on both sides of the car as we rumbled through the rural roads of backwoods Georgia. Such beautiful country.

“Do you think we missed it?” Jimmy said. He was Dale’s older brother, a smidgen shorter but just as broad in the shoulders. His blue eyes found mine in the rear view mirror, his urgency apparent.

Shit, was I blowing it already? I glanced next to me and Mr. Duggar was still reviewing his notes. He was the reason the three of us were on this trip. So far everything had worked out, and I wasn’t really worried: Dale and Jimmy were good people.

“Let me check,” I said, pulling the map out of my pack. I tried to remember the last sign I’d seen, but I was drawing a blank. Following the line that was this road on the map, I took a shot in the dark. “Have we passed Willtucket River?”

“Not yet,” Dale said. “Right bro?”

Jimmy grunted his assent.

I’d met the two brothers in our university’s Ecology Club. The two of them seemed to have a natural affinity for all things natural, and their Facebook profiles were chock full of photos of them zip lining through jungles and hiking mountains.
 

“Well, just keep an eye out for that. Once we see that, we make a left at the first opportunity after that.” I used my pocket ruler to measure the distance. “It will be 2.1 miles after the river.”

Mr. Duggar glanced at me over his glasses, then went back to his notes.

I put my ruler and map down and looked back out the window. Endless rows of tall eastern hemlock trees flew past us in the twilight hour. The setting sun cast a beautiful orange purple glow on everything. Daydreaming was a big problem for me, and my grades reflected that.

I’d enrolled at Mintner University with the plan of doing pre-med. I’d watched all nine seasons of Scrubs, so I was ready to join that challenging and hilarious world. Unfortunately I just wasn’t motivated in the necessary ways, and my guidance counselor urged me to consider a “path of less resistance.” I still remember how he carefully worded that phrase.

So that’s how I found myself as an Earth Science major, known by other student bodies as the Rocks for Jocks program. But what I found soon after was a love of maps. I could read a topological survey and instantly know the rise, fall and curve of the land.
 

My grades in these new courses were top of the class, every time. I annihilated the grading curve and knew many of my classmates cursed my success. I joined the Ecology Club, hoping to smooth things over with my fellow rockhounds. And that’s where I met Dale and Jimmy.

Dale was a top tier track athlete, and if he worked hard enough at it, an Olympic contender. He was passionate and driven to the point of obsession. He turned a lot of other students off with his gung-ho attitude.

Jimmy had the same natural gifts as his brother, perhaps moreso, but his interests weren’t athletic. Jimmy was the wild dreamer of the two, often dragging his brother along on harebrained schemes and adventures. Dale didn’t mind doing these things, but they weren’t first nature to him.

The three of us were walking out of the Eco Club meeting last month when we chanced on a flyer hanging in a hallway. It advertised a special limited time opportunity for nature enthusiasts and outdoor lovers. Natural science majors were especially encouraged to apply but spots were limited and time was short.

I pulled the flyer down and ignored the scandalous looks Dale and Jimmy gave me. They disapproved of me gaming the system like this, but they said nothing. I called the number but the call disconnected instantly. I thought nothing of it and put it out of my mind for a week.

Then I got the call back.

It was Mr. Duggar on the other end. He told me that he represented interests in the deep academic research field, groups I’d never have heard of. What he sought to do was go into the Smoky Mountain Nation Park to conduct a survey of certain cave fungi. Doing so would give evidence to support further protection and conservation of these natural resources.

He was very pleased to hear about my enthusiasm for the project and my skills at land navigation and map reading. He said the areas we’d be hiking through were off-trail and beyond any kind of GPS reception. I told him about Dale and Jimmy, and he approved their attendance as well. Dale and Jimmy were reluctant at first, but they agreed to join me once I’d chided them enough.

“Here comes a river!” Jimmy said.

The small sign on the side of the road read Willtucket River. I smiled with pride, confident and grateful that I was right. The bridge was very old, very rickety. Our Jeep proceed across it gingerly. Some of the wooden slats below creaked in alarming ways, but we made it across without incident.

“there’s a diner up ahead,” Dale said. “Should we stop for dinner?” He was addressing Mr. Duggar.

Mr. Duggar was still engrossed in his notes, scribbly handwriting and graphs all combined in a huge three ring binder. He would furtively flip between pages, cross-referencing who knows what. I’d looked over at his notes several times to peek at what he was writing, but to no avail. I couldn’t make it out at all.

“Yes, yes,” he said, waving his hand towards Dale in a dismissive gesture. “But lets be quick about it.”

I looked out the window at the diner and was giddy. It was an old-fashioned railcar diner. Thirty feet long and a shiny chrome exterior, the Dinner Club was barebones. I didn’t think these existed anymore, though it was surely out of necessity and not kitsch factor
 

It looked like we were the only patron as we parked, the sun now fully set behind the canopy of trees. A bell jingle greeted us from overhead as we entered. A tired waitress behind the counter opened my arms wide, indicating that we had the run of the place. We chose a table in the back.

I took a seat next to Jimmy, his knee brushing against mine wonderfully as he sat. I didn’t realize how famished I was until now, but I had to restrain myself. I had a love-hate relationship with food. I loved eating it, hated what it did to my weight. I’d always been a bit self conscious about my weight, but things had only gotten worse in college.

“Whacannigetcha?” the waitress said. Her nametag read DENISE and was skewed at an angle, obvious she wasn’t trying to impress anyone.

“Umm, menus would be a good start,” Dale said, looking around the table as if they were hiding somewhere.

Denise sucked air through her teeth and lumbered back behind the counter. A crash of silverware was followed by her quiet cursing. She walked back to us and dropped four menus onto our table without a word. She walked back behind the counter to clean up my mess.

“I’ve heard of places like this,” I said. “They have horrible service on purpose. It’s part of the charm.”

“I don’t think this is one of those places,” Dale said. “I think this is just an unlucky coincidence.”

“No such thing as coincidence,” Mr Duggar said. “That’s fatalism talking. You’re the master of your destiny, and everything happens for a reason. Thinking otherwise is foolish,” he said, looking down at his menu.

Dale shook his head and also looked down at his menu.

I could feel the tension build between these two and hoped the waitress came back soon. “Oh, homemade chicken pot pie,” I said.

The waitress knocked something else over behind the counter, and another crash of silverware was met by very loud cursing this time. I tried to stifle a laugh but I couldn’t. Dale joined me, and we had to fake coughing when Denise came back to our table.

“Whacannigetcha?” she said. my eyes were a little more alert, but the boredom of her spirit couldn’t be hidden.

“House salad,” I said. “No dressing.”

Jimmy and Dale shared a brief look.
 

I knew my order would get attention, but it was none of their business. Now I was annoyed.

“I’ll do the farmer’s skillet,” Jimmy said.

“Pulled pork sandwich,” Dale said.

“White toast, no butter,” Mr. Duggar said.

I shared a glance with the boys. This guy was a little off, but so far he’d been upfront about everything. He paid for everything on our trip, his reserve of cash covering all expenses thus far.

“So what are your plans for after graduation, Teresa?” Mr. Duggar asked me as we waited for our dinner.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I admitted. I still had two years to go, and I was much more focused on the next semester.

“Earth science is a great field of study if you go to work in the petroleum industry,” Mr. Duggar said. “Someone with your talent for maps would be excellent at finding new oil fields,” he said.

I beamed with pride. I had never thought about that. It made sense.

“You don’t want to do that, Teresa,” Dale said. “Those companies do incredible damage to the planet. Damage that future generations will have to endure.”

“You mean benefits future generations will reap,” Mr. Duggar said. “Our modern civilization is built on lots of energy, and for the time being that means fossil fuels.”

Denise came back to the table, dropping plates in front of us without fanfare.

“Now let’s just eat so we can get back on the road,” Mr. Duggar said, ending the conversation.

We all set in to eating. I made the best of my salad, but lettuce is still lettuce. The others seemed to enjoy their meals more than I, even Mr. Duggar and his plain toast. Denise dropped off the check without asking if we wanted dessert or anything else.

Dale pulled out a credit card and put it on top of the check. “I’ve got dinner,” he said.

Mr. Duggar shook his head. “No, that will not do.” He slapped Dale’s credit card on the table back in front of Dale. He then picked up the check and walked to the counter to settle the tab.

In cash.

“What do you think that’s about?” Jimmy said.

Dale just shrugged, putting his card back in his wallet. “Some people get weird about generosity. They think it’s like an attack on their personhood.”

“You’re really getting into that psychology class, aren’t you?” I said.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he said.
 

“Carlita’s in that class, right?” Jimmy said. He hid a mischievous smile behind his water glass.

“Bro, come on,” Dale said. His cheeks were turning red.

My heart sank a little. I didn’t have any boyfriends in college, but some part of me held onto a short list of available guys who were possible. If there was another woman in Dale’s life, then my chances were pretty much nil.

“She’s just a friend,” Dale said.

“Let’s go,” Mr. Duggar said, returning to the table. “We’ve wasted enough time.”

We all piled back into the Jeep, the immaculate vehicle Mr. Duggar picked us all up in the day before. It had was the first time the three of us had ever met him. He insisted on picking us up at the edge of town outside a derelict shopping mall. I was so glad Jimmy and Dale were there with me: the place was frightening.
 

Eventually this shiny brand new Jeep pulled up and we met Mr. Duggar. He took our cellphones, insisting that they would be returned after the expedition. His reasoning is that they wouldn’t work in the mountains, and besides the contracts we signed forbade us from talking about any details of the trip with anyone.
 

Dale and Jimmy gave louder protests than I, but eventually I cajoled them into coming along. I was taken back by Mr. Duggar’s demeanor, but I knew some people just needed some warming up. So we three piled into the Jeep and headed for the Smoky Mountain National Park.

The orange glow from the diner illuminated the inside of the Jeep, and again I was surprised by how clean it was. Usually when you have a car, even when it’s brand new and you try to keep it clean, you let little things slip by. This thing was either less than a week old or professionally detailed every weekend. Either explanation could make sense for Mr. Duggar.

I got into the front seat, and Jimmy took the wheel. Dale and Mr. Duggar hopped into the back. We pulled away from the little trainer diner, our bellies full and the car warm. I yawned, and closed my eyes to rest them a moment.

I was back on campus. Well, kind of. I was dreaming that I was back on campus. I’d been a lucid dreamer for years, and I could recognize the signs that it was a dream. I was in the Science Lab building, but I didn’t feel like dreaming about running a composite analysis on some igneous rock samples.

Instantly I was somewhere else. Somewhere I’d never been before. I was inside the athletic complex! Rows of trophies behind glass extended down the entire length of the hallway. I heard running water coming from nearby, and I instinctually followed it.

I rounded a corner and found a large open entryway. Clouds of mist poured out of the room, and the sounds of steamy showers came from within. I stepped into the clouds of steam, and looked down at my body. My clothes were gone, replaced by a bath towel.