The Right to a Bear's Arms (A BBW Shifter Romance) (Wolf Rock Shifters) Read Free Page A

the middle of nowhere, with no shoes and no money?”
    Zoe remained silent, and looked out the window. She didn’t want to explain either why she’d left her shoes far behind or that she had far more money than he would guess.
    “Not going to answer me, then?”
    “I’d think you’d figure out that the fact that I was in the bar in the middle of nowhere with no shoes and no money means that I probably don’t want to talk about it.”
    Colson took his foot off the gas and pulled the car to the side of the road, slowing it to a crawl before stopping entirely.
    “Zoe,” he said, turning to her. “ If that’s actually your name, which I sort of doubt. You’re in my vehicle. I don’t let just anyone into my truck. I don’t let just anyone talk to me, even. And if you want to stay in my truck, you’d better answer my question. Or I’ll be more than happy to let you and those bare feet of yours walk the rest of the way.”
    “I was getting far away from someone,” she said quietly.
    “A boyfriend? Did someone hurt you?”
    “Look,” she said, her voice quivering. Colson didn’t know if she was truly upset or if this was some sort of act. “I don’t want to talk about it. Please. Can we just go?”
    “Fine,” he said, starting up the engine again. “I’ll take you to Wolf Rock, but you’ll have to find your own way to wherever it is that you want to go. It’s a shifter town, and you’re not going to find it the most suitable for your needs, if you’re looking to start a new life somewhere.”
    “What, are they anti-human?”
    “No. I don’t think so. But I’m just saying that maybe you ought to figure out something else. Shifters can be unpredictable and dangerous. We have tempers, as you noticed at the bar.”
    “I can look after myself.”
    “I don’t think you can. If you could, you wouldn’t be here, with me,” he said.
    “You’re right,” said Zoe, turning to him. “Thank you, Colson, for helping me.”
    She laid a hand on his denim-clad thigh. Colson found his eyes veering downwards.
    “What are you doing?” he asked.
    “I just wanted to thank you,” she said, her voice softening, and her fingers tightening gently around his firm, muscled thigh. “For helping me.”
    She pulled her fingers away then, knowing that he would feel the absence of her touch as acutely as he’d felt it in the first place. He would, she knew, want more contact. They always did.
    She looked out the window and smiled to herself.
     
    ***
     
    Colson felt the hand on his leg before he saw it. This woman, whoever and whatever she was, had been working some sort of magic on him. The first moment he’d seen her across the bar he’d felt a twitch inside his jeans, and her hand on him almost made him drive off the road, though he’d done his best not to kill either of them. This time his cock did more than twitch; its growing thickness pressed hard against his boxers and causing a sweet, painful agony as he tried to calm himself, to forget what he was feeling.
    He wanted her. He didn’t even know her, but he wanted to be inside her, to feel himself push into her slick, tight pussy. He’d picked up her scent from across the bar and it was fucking delicious. But this contact, this insane desire was more than that of a horny bear shifter. Colson knew what had happened, and what was still happening. Somehow fate had pushed him towards this woman. She was as likely as not meant for him.
    He had only to wonder i f she felt it too; if that gorgeous, voluptuous body of hers told her how much she needed him. How much they had to be together. He wondered if her lips were swelling and tingling, if her clit was throbbing for his touch as his blood was flowing to the place between his legs, urging him to find his way to her.
    Much as he wanted and all but needed to know what she was thinking, there was a sort of wariness and distance in her that instructed him to let her dictate what would happen next, and how. Colson