A Baby for the Bear (Wylde Brothers 1)

“If you actually think we will find someone here, you’re insane,” Candace said right as their waiter brought them another round of drinks. Ary didn’t miss how the coyote shifter winked at Candace, or the blush that spread across her much quieter friend’s face.

“Why don’t you harass Candace? It looks like she’s more likely to get laid by that coyote shifter than I am of even finding a guy tonight.”

“February, why don’t you just hook up with a human?” Candace asked.

Melissa made an exaggerated noise, and they both looked at her. She looked between the two of them with feigned wide eyes. “What?”

“Why did you make that noise?”

Melissa shrugged and scanned the bar. “Who the hell wants a human to fuck?”

Ary wasn’t shocked by her friend’s words. That was just how Melissa was.

“All I’m saying is if you want to kick thirty in the ass and celebrate like the awesome fucking cat you are, you need to find one hell of a shifter.”

“There isn’t anything wrong with being with a human,” Candace said but quickly drank her colada when they stared at her.

Melissa scoffed. “Yeah, right. The few humans I’ve fucked have been pussies. They didn’t even compare to the alpha-ness I require in my men.” She looked at Ary then Candace. “It’s true. If you want a male to really bruise your uterus, you need to go for a bear shifter.” She started fanning herself and leaned back in her chair.

“God, Melissa. Do you have to be so damn vulgar?” Ary asked but couldn’t help smiling.

Melissa shrugged and lifted her gaze to something behind Ary. “Now that right fucking there is what I’m talking about.”

Ary turned around and felt her mouth part at the men who walked through the door. Big, muscular, and all-around badass described them to perfection. Males moved out of their way, and the females all but dropped their panties and grabbed their ankles.

“I would so let those Wylde boys fuck me into next Sunday.”

“God, Melissa,” Candace said, but February was too transfixed on the bear shifters.

February, along with every other breathing female in the town of Sweet Water, knew who the Wylde brothers were. The oversized, dominating alpha bear shifters who didn’t take shit from anyone, got into far too many fights, and slept with the majority of the women in town were a force to be reckoned with.

The three bears made their way to the bar, and here was February still staring like one of the other horny females who surrounded them. In fact, a horde of them seemed to charge forward like a damn herd of cows. When she finally forced herself to look away, it was to see Melissa’s smirk and the wary expression Candace wore. She looked between the two of them.

“What?” February grabbed her drink, sucked it back, and gestured to the waiter for another while coughing from the alcohol going down the wrong pipe.

“I think you should go over there and take one of those hunky bears home.”

“Are you insane?” Their waiter dropped off another drink in front of her, but before she could say her thanks, he was facing Candace and flirting heavily with her.

Melissa tossed her curly black hair over her shoulder and glanced at the shifters in question. “I can assure you I am totally sane.” She ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and February groaned aloud. She knew that look, and it was one everyone should be afraid of.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Melissa scowled over at her, but that expression soon morphed into one of wicked intent.

“I said no.”

Melissa may have not said anything, but February knew her well enough to know she was concocting something.

“Listen. You’re here, it’s your birthday, and we were just talking about finding a kick-ass male.” She pointed over to where Ary knew the bears to be. “What better way to celebrate and send a big ol’ ‘fuck you’ to the jackass than to hook up with one of those big boys?”

February was shaking her head before Melissa even finished talking. “No.” She looked over at Candace for a little moral support, but it seemed their timid and quiet little strawberry-blonde-haired friend was getting cozy with the coyote.

“Give me one good reason why not, Ary.” Melissa threw back her shot and wheezed. Good. Serves her right.

“I can rattle off three.”

Melissa leaned back, crossed her arms over her chest, and stared at her, clearly waiting for her to name them.

“First of all, they look like they’d tear a female up in bed.”

“So? That just means they can fuck good and hard, and believe me, I’ve heard the filthy and ridiculously arousing desires of the female population where they are concerned.” Melissa wagged her eyebrows. Yeah, they all had heard the rumors, but that wasn’t the point.

“Secondly, I am so not even in the same league as them.”