Shifters with Secrets (An MMF Bisexual Threesome)(33)

She took a sip and tried hard not to spit it out or make a face. It was bitter and hot and spicy and clumpy and sour and many other things that should never be used to describe wine. “Very good,” she said, her eyes starting to water.

Quint’s eyes beamed. “Yeah I just mixed it together in my bathtub. It was really easy.”

“I thought I tasted a hint of soap.”

“Thank you,” he said and then took a long swig from the jug.

Alexi couldn’t help but feel special. These large, gruff, wild men were actually really funny, cute and sweet. She was happy that Barbara had suggested that she stay here with these brutes. She felt like she was really going to enjoy her stay.

As long as Quint didn’t offer her more wine.

Ellis sat down in the chair beside her with his meal. “Do you have everything you need?”

She nodded, her mouth full of juicy steak. “You guys are quite the hosts.”

He flashed a look of confusion. “Don’t all men treat you this way?”

She snorted, almost spitting out a piece of steak. “Not exactly.”

“Well they’re not real men,” he said. “Real men wait on women hand and foot. They treat a woman like she deserves to be treated. Like a princess.”

She was starting to see that about them. It seemed like this was the way these strong, hot, outdoors men were. She was getting the impression that they didn’t seem to want anything in return. It just seemed to be their way.

This is how it starts… Alexi reminded herself.

After dinner Ellis volunteered to show her around the camp. The sun was setting and the crickets were awakening, singing their songs of the wilderness. She sighed in disappointment when he slipped on a gray hoodie, hiding his fit body.

They strolled side by side in the soft light of the evening, learning about each other. He showed her the cabins and the dirt airstrip. They walked into the hanger where their old aircraft sat like a sleeping giant.

“Is that duct tape?” she asked, pointing under the wing.

He nodded. “Finch is the mechanic. He does all of the repairs.”

Alexi spotted a piece of cardboard taped over the gas cap.

Ellis sighed. “He’s not very good.”

She stifled a laugh. She walked around the plane running her hand over the smooth metal. There was a large logo painted on the tail with a giant bear roaring. Hudson Crew was stenciled above it in big block letters. She ducked under the tail of the plane and walked to the other side. A wooden canoe caught her eye against the wall, peeking out under a green tarp.


“Is that a canoe?” she asked. She had always wanted to go on a canoe ever since she learned about the Native Americans in elementary school.

Ellis walked around to meet her. “I forgot this was in here,” he said, pulling off the tarp. Paint cans were piled inside.

“Do you think it still works?”

He took the paint cans out and lifted it up, inspecting underneath for any cracks. “Only one way to find out,” he said. “Want to take it out on the river tomorrow?”

Alexi remembered the fast current and the jagged rocks of the river that she visited earlier. “Isn’t it dangerous?”

Ellis shrugged. “We’ll stop before we get to the waterfall.”

She gazed at him with his hands in his pockets, waiting for her answer. “Sure,” she said, getting a sudden burst of confidence. “Why not?”

“Great!” he said, his face lighting up in a smile. “It’s a date.”

“No,” she said quickly. “Not a date. Definitely not a date.”

His face dropped and Alexi felt a flash of regret. “Let’s head back,” she said, walking out of the hanger.





Ellis sat around the fire with the guys watching Alexi out of the corner of his eye. She looked stunning as the flickering orange glow of the fire danced across her flawless features. She was wrapped up in a blanket, sitting in an Adirondack chair and sipping a glass of wine.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Finch was telling her about the time that their plane almost crashed and how he saved the day by climbing onto the wing and repairing the broken aileron. His version was a tad exaggerated, actually completely fabricated, but he had her enthralled.

Quint walked over and refilled her wine glass. She thanked him and he stumbled back to his seat. The only thing that Quint liked to do more than make wine was to drink it.

Ellis watched her as she pretended to sip it and then covertly spilled it on the ground. He smiled. Finch’s wine was horrible. Ellis was convinced that his secret ingredient was motor oil.

Matteo brought her another blanket and wrapped it around her feet. Ellis didn’t feel any jealousy. He knew how the guys were. They loved to spoil women, catering to their every whims. They would bend over backwards to make her feel special and adored, doing everything they could to make sure she was okay. They didn’t want or expect anything in return. They knew that Ellis’ bear had chosen her and there would be no competition from them.

One by one they headed off to bed until it was just Alexi and Ellis left. “Are you ready for bed?” he asked.

She stood up and threw a log on the fire. She settled back into her chair, pulled the blanket up over her and smiled at him. “Not yet.”

Alexi look up at the stars. “It’s breathtaking,” she said in awe. “You can’t see this from the city.”