Lahat ng Kabanata ng Motley Crewed Shifters: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

While the men were all out readying for the rodeo, which was taking place the following Sunday, I was busy going over the final checklist needed for my Holiday Film Festival.A newsletter went out to my subscribers, of which there were over a thousand, I was proud to say. And I even printed out a few flyers and had the boys who worked for me, George, Adam, and Steven, hang them in a few local stores and the post office.The only thing different about all this was I was not freezing my butt off back in my doublewide on the drive in property. Rather, I was sitting comfy and cozy in the makeshift office a couple of the Crew had assembled for me inside of Emmet’s cabin, where apparently, that beast of a man had them deliver all of my worldly possessions without even asking me.Okay, so I wasn’t mad. Not really. I mean, I loved Emmet, and after this morning, well, I knew he loved me too.Sure, it was fast and crazy, but that was just the way it was sometimes. Life was unpredictable, and

It was an unseasonably warm night. Dry too. Just perfect for a Holiday Film Festival at the drive-in.Yes, I lucked out with the weather. But that was just one of the blessings I was counting for myself as I worked beside Emmet at the snack stand. I already sent George and his brothers to check cars in, and direct parking, and get the projector ready.The gangly teens couldn’t stop staring at the big, tatted up cowboy who showed up with a ready kiss for me, declaring he was mine to do with as I pleased so I might as well put him to work.So, I had.My cheeks hurt from grinning as I watched Emmet lean over to grab the bag of popcorn kernels from the floor. He poured them into the machine effortlessly, but it was the lean that did it for me.Goddamn, my man was fine.He looked hot as hell in his tighter than tight thermal shirt and his jeans molded to his muscular thighs and buttocks. Every time he moved it sent ripples of awareness pulsing through me.His body was better than a w

Steam from the shower swirled around me and I sighed as I leaned against the tiled wall.It was still morning and today’s temperatures were a bit colder than yesterday’s. I worried about what it could mean for the last day of the Holiday Film Festival. But I had my fingers crossed that the afternoon sun would be enough to warm the field and keep folks coming for the two remaining showings of holiday movies.Emmet was already out working. He’d already said goodbye this morning, and I smiled as I recalled waking up to him, as he put it, having his breakfast.Of course, I had no choice but to hold on and just feel as he feasted on me. Not like I wanted to do anything else, but that.The man was insatiable. I was just lucky enough to be his favorite treat.Talk about a wonderful way to start the day.Plus, I was able to go back to sleep after he made me come a time or three.It was getting late now, and I had just enough time to dress and stop by the bakery for today’s treats on my

Dusk had fallen, wrapping the world in a shroud of muted gray. The air had turned bitterly cold as I sat tied to the trunk of a gnarly old tree, its twisted branches reaching out like fingers against the encroaching darkness.The woods felt alive with malice. The unsettling stillness made me shiver. Each rustle of leaves echoed ominously in the growing chill.I could see my breath misting in front of me. Like clouds streaming from my nostrils. I felt vulnerable out here, all alone with a madman somewhere between the ranch and the drive-in.The sky darkened as the last remnants of daylight slipped away like a distant memory. I missed it. The rodeo. The film festival.My heart squeezed, and I wanted so desperately to cry out loud. But I didn’t dare.Even though my surroundings were familiar, the mood around me was dark, sinister.I glanced up, wondering if we were going to get snow before the holiday—an uninvited thought that both thrilled and terrified me.The prospect of a white

The ride to the cabin was quick and quiet. I didn’t mind at all, glad to have the time to process what had just happened. Emmet seemed to need the silence, too. For once, Demon was not growling. I placed my hand on Emmet’s chest without thinking, just to see if my ears were playing tricks on me or if the hybrid Hellhound Wolf was indeed silent. Emmet startled beneath my palm, and I felt bad, moving to pull away immediately. He was probably still riled up after that fight or battle or whatever it was called. But before I could remove my hand, his slammed down over mine, keeping my palms flattened tight to his chest. “Don’t,” he murmured, and my heart squeezed. Don’t leave. Don’t stop touching him. That was what he meant, and I loved him so much right then. I unbuckled my seat belt, sliding to the middle of the truck. “What are you doing?” he asked, frowning. “I need to be closer to you,” I confessed, not even bothering with the middle seatbelt because we were already h