Double Bear: BBW Paranormal Menage Shape Shifter Romance (Bear Mountain Book 3) by Ruby Shae Read Free Book Online

savored her second bite, when she noticed Collin gathering the crumbs off the first plate.
    Suddenly, a shriek erupted on the other side of the eating area. Startled, Sam dropped her fork and the guys scanned the area looking for the source of the sound. She was reminded of a predator stalking their prey, and she remembered they’d had the same look when they found her on the street with Jack locked on her arm.
    “Cade and Collin! Oh my God!”
    A tall, stick thin woman rushed over to their table, her heels clacking and scraping a painful tune on the tile floor. Her platinum blond, curly hair looked unmanageable, and hung down below her ass. She wore skin tight, white capris and a pink halter top. In the middle of winter. Her four inch heels showed off her red painted, manicured toes that matched her fingers. Sam wondered how she’d get to her car if the forecasted rain decided to fall.
    “What are you guys doing here? How long are you in town?” The woman glanced between them and made eye contact with Sam, then dismissed her as if she didn’t exist.
    Both men stayed in their seats and stared up at the woman with anger in their eyes.
    “I’m sorry, but we’re kind of in the middle of something,” Collin said.
    “We have to hook-up!” The woman screeched, as if Collin hadn’t spoken. Her sentence echoed around the seating area and everyone knew she hadn’t meant she wanted to meet them for tea.
    “Thanks, but no thanks,” Collin said. “We’d like to finish our meal and you’re being extremely rude.”
    The woman refused to get the hint and lingered a few seconds more.
    “Leave. Now,” Cade said.
    She pulled a card out of her front pocket and slid it into the center of the table.
    “You boys are no fun anymore. Call me when you’re done with the locals and I’ll remind you how to have a good time,” she said, then turned on her heel and left.
    Sam couldn’t help notice the woman didn’t have on any underwear. If anyone deserved to be called a skank, whore or slut , it should be her. What kind of woman approaches two men when they’re obviously not interested?
    She knew their names. They must have been interested before.
    She glanced down at her snug jeans and noticed the way her t-shirt pulled tight across her large breasts. Her extra weight and ample curves were hard to ignore. She was twice the size of the other woman, and she’d never be caught dead in four inch heels.
    If that was the type of woman they usually went out with, what were they doing with here with her? She reminded herself that they were only in town for a short while and she’d been eager and available. If they were using her for a convenient piece of ass, at least they’d never acted like she disgusted them.
    “Sorry about that,” Collin said. “I don’t know who she is, but I recognize her from the club.”
    “Did you sleep with her?” As soon as the words escaped, she wished she could call them back. She already knew the answer, she didn’t need his confirmation.
    “Probably,” Cade responded. “We’ve slept with a lot of women, love.”
    She nodded and continued eating her dessert.
    Cade hadn’t remembered the woman either, and though she appreciated his honesty, it hurt her heart when she realized how many women they’d shared and couldn’t remember. As much as she wanted to remain in their hearts after they moved on, that would be her one day. Another conquest they didn’t recall.
    Her head warned her to break it off with them, to get out before she fell too deep, but her heart knew it was too late. She’d already fallen in love with both of them, and her heart was beyond repair. They might not feel the same, but they put on a convincing show, and she decided not to ask questions she didn’t want the answers too. When she looked back on their precious moments together, she’d remember their whispered words, their gentle caresses and the way they both made her feel like most beautiful, sexiest woman in the