Wolf's Run: A BBW Shifter Romance Read Free Page A

there, people moving aside almost on command. I smelled that odd cologne again and drank it in like some desperate school girl.
    Yeager wore faded blue jeans nearly worn through in spots, brown boots and a white t-shirt that left little of his magnificent physique to the imagination. His amber eyes almost glowed they were so intense. They swept up and down my body as if he owned me. I felt naked under his lurid gaze. Naked and excited suddenly. “Let’s get out of here, go someplace quiet,” he said as he approached.
    Alarms should have gone off in my head. Strange guy, someplace quiet, that was a recipe for trouble. But I didn’t feel threatened by Yeager. Maybe I should have but he seemed to know me. Everything about him screamed stalker or worse but I didn’t get that vibe from him. My defenses were failing me but I just didn’t care.
    “Yeah, OK,” I replied. He took my hand and led me through the crowd. People parted for us just like when he arrived. We walked to the edge of town where a lone motorcycle was parked on the dirt shoulder of the highway that became Main Street. It wasn’t a long walk. Gold Canyon was a small town in the foothills of California, a leftover from the gold rush that saw just enough tourists to keep from drying up and becoming a ghost town.
    “I’ve never ridden a motorcycle,” I told him. His bike was a long and lean, covered in chrome and custom paint. It was gold with faint flames and a snarling wolf on the side of the gas tank. Yeager walked around the far side and dug into one of the leather saddle bags. He pulled out a helmet and tossed it to me.
    “Just climb on behind me and hold on tight,” he said. I put the helmet on threaded the strap through the silver rings and pulled it tight.
    “What about you?” I wondered. He just grinned at me.
    “I don’t wear a lid. Law doesn’t tell me how to live,” he said and fired up the chopper. It rumbled to life and I could feel the ground shake beneath me and a throbbing in my chest. I smiled despite myself. Just the sound was exhilarating. I’d always enjoyed the machines the bikers rode through town every summer. The highway was a popular ride and sometimes the bikers would stop to eat or have a beer in our little town. “Hop on. Don’t be afraid, Cassie,” he told me.
    “I’m not,” I replied as I swung my leg over the back fender and settled onto the tiny leather seat behind Yeager’s. I slipped my arms around him and found the pegs for my feet. As soon as I was settled, Yeager laid into the throttle and the bike took off like a shot, the fat back tire throwing gravel as we went. I squealed as we hit the pavement, the back tire found traction and the bike roared off like a rocket down the curvy highway towards who knows where.
    I was never one to shy away from adventure but I wasn’t usually this impulsive. Mom’s warnings about men as I grew up were a bit over the top but considering what my dad had done, who could blame her? Still, I took them to heart. There were plenty of good men in the world but there were plenty of bad ones too. Which camp Yeager belonged to I couldn’t know, but something about him set me at ease. Something told me he was a good man. Something made me want to get to know him better.
    We rode through the hills covered in yellowed grass and live oak for miles. The rolling hills gave way to steeper terrain and the grass and oak trees changed to evergreens. The landscape changed rapidly around here as the Central Valley turned to the foothills which in turn gave way to the High Sierras. I held on tight, the cool air feeling pleasant after a hard day’s work, and marveled at the power and finesse of Yeager’s machine as well as his skill on these treacherous roads.
    After we’d traveled maybe ten miles, Yeager found a spot and pulled off the road. It was next to a lake we called Gold Lake but the maps labeled Blue Lake. Half the lakes in the mountains seemed to be called Blue Lake so we