Shifters with Secrets (An MMF Bisexual Threesome)(27)

“I just get all jacked up on adrenaline before every jump. I just want to take on the whole fire by myself. I hear all of those old stories from the old time smokejumpers of how Dad used to be so wild and crazy and I don’t know…I just want to be like him.”

“Dad got himself killed when you were five.” Beckett said eying him. His brother’s look was always so intense. Ellis turned away glancing at the pickup truck following them. Sander had his bare feet sticking out the window and Keene was driving. Keene gave Ellis the finger.

“He left us all alone because he was reckless and unsafe. That’s who you want to be like?”

Ellis watched the trees passing by in silence. He could smell deer in the distance.

“Is your bear still bothering you to mate?” Beckett asked.

Just the word ‘mate’ made Ellis’ inner animal grumble. His bear had been on a relentless hunt for a mate the past few months and it was tearing him apart. He had a hard time concentrating on tasks and he could barely sleep. And when he did he had the strangest dreams.


Their town couldn’t be more secluded than it was, in the middle of the mountains of Montana, and the airstrip that his crew lived on was pretty much abandoned by everybody except him and his crew. The only plane that took off from the dirt runway was their old Casa 212 that delivered them to their jumps.

“Yeah,” Ellis muttered. “He’s desperate for a mate.”

Beckett ground his teeth as if he knew exactly what his brother was going through. It was a rough time for all of the shifters in the crew when their bears were seeking mates. Not many female bears passed through their town. Actually only one did: their mother Barbara.

“Oh hell,” Beckett cursed under his breath.

Ellis’ eyes darted up to the parking lot of the diner. The Flint Crew were eating on their turf. In their mother’s restaurant of all places.

“Should we go somewhere else?” Ellis asked. He didn’t want his mom to get in trouble at work if something happened. She almost got fired last year when one of the Flint Crew released his bear in the middle of the dinning room.

“No,” Beckett said calmly. “We can’t show them any weakness. Only this time follow my orders. For Mom if not for me.”

They pulled into the parking lot and the two other pickup trucks parked beside them. The seven members of the Hudson Crew gathered behind the diner.

Everyone looked to Beckett for instructions. “We go in and sit down. Act normal. Don’t even look at them. We treat them like they’re just another table.”

“For sure they lit that fire this morning,” Sander said, looking past Beckett into the window of the diner. “I saw bear prints in the mud. I could smell them.”

“Yeah well we’re not going to deal with that in my Mom’s restaurant okay?” Beckett said.

Matteo stared at Ellis. “You going to be able to follow your alpha’s orders or do I have to lock you in the trunk?”

“It’s a pickup truck,” Keene pointed out. “There is no trunk.”

“Then I’ll make him fit in the glove compartment.” Matteo’s dark eyes narrowed on Ellis.

Quint grabbed Matteo’s shirt and pulled him towards the diner. “Let’s just get some f*cking pancakes already.”

Ellis walked into the diner behind Sander. He froze in his tracks when he saw the new waitress behind the counter. Keene pushed him from behind and he crashed into Sander’s huge back. “Let’s go man. I’m hungry,” Keene complained.

Ellis stepped to the side to let them pass. He stared with wide eyes and a pounding heart at the girl. She was gorgeous. Large and curvy, unlike those skinny girls with twig arms and legs that they always showed on TV. She had plush, auburn hair tied back in a pony tail. She looked from his crew to the Flint Crew on the other side of the diner. She clutched a knife in her hands as her eyes darted back and forth nervously.

All Ellis wanted to do was go over there, take her in his arms and comfort her. Reassure her. Protect her. A low growl rolled out of his chest as his bear finally found his desired mate.

“Snap out of it,” Quint said, punching him in the shoulder.

“Huh?” Ellis said, looking around the diner for the first time. The Flint Crew were standing up at their table staring them down. It was quiet and tense and it looked like a fight was imminent. Five minutes ago Ellis would’ve been ripping his shirt off, ready to phase. He would be anxious for a fight, he would probably have been the one to provoke it, but now all he wanted to do was protect this gorgeous, voluptuous woman in front of him. If a fight did break out the first thing that he was going to do was get her outside and out of danger.

As much as Ellis wanted her, his bear wanted her worse. He had to fight the bear who was snarling and huffing inside him, demanding that he go claim her body.

Chuck walked out of the kitchen holding a shotgun. He slid the barrel, loading it with a double click. “This is what’s going to happen,” he yelled. “You sit down. You eat your cold eggs and burnt toast. You drink your shitty coffee. You pay the bill. You leave.” He pointed the shotgun from group to group. “Anyone have a problem with that…I shoot them in the face.”

Barbara shuffled over and pushed the barrel of the shotgun towards the ground. “The flapjacks are burning Chucky. Go in the back.”