The Falcon Ridge Series Book 1 She's Not For You
Chapter 2

(Chapter song ‘You Give Love A Bad Name' by Jon Bon Jovi)

ANNA

I pull my Harley motorcycle into the parking lot of The Falcon. I sit up on the seat as I pull out the key. Placing my hands on my hips, I assess the situation.

Falcon is the best shifter bar. Not a large place, but big enough for a dancefloor for the ladies to dance and the guys to hunt.

Shifter bars are great for two things. Getting drunk and getting laid. If a fight brews, that makes it even more fun.

I get off my bike and head to the door. I can feel the eyes already. My heavy boots thump on the wood of the low porch and I feel the bass of the dance music in my chest. People gawk and eye me. Why? For one, I’m an agent and they know it. Two. I’m a tall woman in leather. That’ll either turn you on or scare the shit out of you. I love that I can do both.

I open the door and the place is packed for a Wednesday. I look and there’s a chalk sign on the bar. I nod. Sale on hi-balls. That’ll do it.

I stride up to the bar and place my chest in the empty spot between a guy that has no neck and a guy that has too many tattoos and piercings for my liking. "Hey, Roy. What's happening?" I wave and put up one finger.

Roy is another hottie. Really most of us shifters are. We have a neat trick. Super healing for lack of a better word. Human diseases? Nope. Our wolves heal those up quick. Cuts, gunshots, broken bones? Healed in hours or days depending on the severity. So, how do you kill us? A brain shot, silver and wolfsbane are good ways. Chopping heads, severing the spine and ripping throats for maximum bleed out, will get you what you need too. We age, but because it would take a lot to fuck us up, we stay young looking for quite awhile. We usually die when our wolves give up, get tired and don’t want to heal us anymore.

So, yeah. We’re all hot, but some are hotter than most. Roy is no exception. He's huge, short red hair, large chest with tattoos up and down his arms.

He walks over to me, leans those strong, sexy arms on the bar and smirks. "Living the dream." He says, slapping a beer bottle in front of me. "How's Anna?"

I tip my beer back and bring it back down. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "Bored as fuck. There's zero action anymore. Care to entertain me?" I lean on the bar and tick my mouth up in a suggestive simile.

He lowers his head, shaking and pushes off the bar. "Now, Anna. I'd just ruin you for all other men."

I grab my beer and point to him. "Honey, I'd be the one doing the ruining.” He starts laughing. “You're missing a good thing, Roy." I say as I turn around to the crowd of people behind me.

"I'm sure." He smirks and takes the next order.

I look out over the bar and see Michael seated at a table with three other guys. They look vaguely familiar. Must be White Rock border agents.

I weave my way through the crowd over to them.

"Hey, tiger." I run my hand across the back of Michael's neck and pull up a seat.

He sits back and smiles. "You're late. I wasn't sure you were coming."

I pound a mouthful of beer. "I had to stop by Drake's office. I'm running Southside tomorrow night."

He leans on the table. "Well, then it's good you got tonight then." He winked and tips his beer back. “Southside’s boring as fuck.”

"So, are you going to introduce me to your friends?" I cock a brow at him and tip my bottle back.

He sits up. "Shit. Sorry. This is Dean, Rez and Felix. Guys this is Anna."

Dean leans in. "The Anna. The one you can't shut up about?" He flicks his gaze between me and Michael.

Michael glares at Dean.

"Really?" I turn to him smirking.

Michael waves it off as I see his tanned cheeks flush. "Whatever. Guys talk."

I can tell he’s dying of embarrassment. It’s adorable I’m his popular subject.

Felix takes a swig of his beer. "So, Anna. How long have you been with Border?"

I lean back and cross my legs. "Going on about six years now."

Dean pipes up. "Any thought to the Security Unit?"

I snort. "No. Not a chance. I'm no meat head yes man."

"I don't know. Those guys get a lot of respect. I'd love to get that much attention." Rez says as he picks up a fresh bottle.

I point my beer at him. "I can get laid just as easy without turning myself into a fucking robot." I take a swig.

Michael practically spits his beer laughing. “Jesus, Anna.”

“What? It’s true.” I hold my hands out.

Dean looks at me. "Sooner or later, you'll get bored of Border. Everyone does."

I was about to retort, when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I felt eyes on me. My gut was going wild and my wolf perked up. I look around the bar and don't see anything out of the ordinary so I turn back. My brows cinch together as I place my bottle to my lips.

Michael noticed the change. "What's wrong?"

I lift my beer. "Nothing. It felt.... like I was being watched or something."

Michael turns around and scans the heads. “I don’t see anything creepy.”

I give another quick look around, shrug and decide to dismiss it.

Now, shifters are no lightweights when it comes to alcohol. Even the girls. Thanks to our metabolism. It takes a lot to get us good and drunk.

After a dozen beer or so, I've got a good buzz. I’m feeling pretty good and want to get what I came here for.

The guys are talking about stuff I don't give a damn about. All I’m doing is tapping my nails on the table and checking out the firm chests and asses as they walk by.

No longer wanting to wait, I lean over to Michael. "Come with me, tiger." I wink and stand up.

He catches on and stands up too. "Catch you guys later." He gives a little wave and throws a couple 20s on the table.

They all have looks that say they know what's going down. "Bye, Mike." They say in unison with stupid smiles on their faces.

I lead Michael out of the bar. Normally, we’d be heading to my place, but for some reason, I’m so hot, I need satisfaction right now.

I grab his hand and pull him around the corner of the building all the way to the back.

"Anna, where are we going?" He says in a confused tone as he looks around and behind us.

I stop at a good enough spot, turn to him and grab his shirt with a playful growl. Pressing his back to the wall.

My eyes meet his and I smash my mouth on his lips. My tongue asks for entrance. He's shocked, but then melts into me. He slips his tongue past my lips and I kiss him hard. My fingers run into his hair and hold his head tight as I deepen the kiss. My arousal is building fast and I know he smells it.

He wraps an arm around my waist and puts his other hand in my hair behind my head.

He breaks the kiss and pulls back. "Here? Really?" He quickly looks back and forth then arches a brow at me.

I shrug. "Seems as good a place as any." I pant.

I take off my jacket, toss it to the side and slide my hand onto his bulge. "You up for it, tiger?" I give it a squeeze. It's solid. He moans and tilts his head back. I smile seductively. "Yeah, you are."

With the manly growl I get so wet over, he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. He spins around slamming my back to the wall.

He pulls off my shirt to reveal my lacy bra and full C cup breasts. Licking his lips, he fiercely cups them and squeezes.

Moans escape my lips and I stare into his eyes. "You like these?" I grab his hair and pull his head back. I nip and kiss his neck.

"Oh, fuck yeah." He grits.

I lick his neck gently up to his ear. "You want more?" I purr.

"God, yes." He moans.

I shoot him fuck me eyes. "Then take it."

He rips my bra off and grabs my breasts, sucking and biting each nipple. I hold his head as he devours my chest like the hungry male that he is.

I drop my legs, undo his pants and reach in for his rock-hard cock. Pushing past the hem of his boxers, I replace his shaft and wrap my fingers around it.

He kisses me and groans on my lips as I stroke his hard, impressive length.

Sure, it’s nasty, dirty, maybe even a bit slutty. The way I see it, if guys can do it, why can’t I?

He undoes my pants and slips his hand into my panties. I'm wetter then fuck. He slips his fingers into my slit and rubs my clit hard.

I moan louder. "Fuck...." I push against his hand as he bites my neck. His fingers send shivers up my spine. His circles on my clit make my knees weak.

"You like that baby?" He growls on my lips. He’s breathing heavy and his eyes are slits.

I push on his hand harder as he slips a finger into me pumping me in and out. "Oh, fuck yes..."

He pulls his hand out and spins me around. Planting my hands on the wall. He pulls my pants and panties down and drops his jeans.

"This what you want baby?" He growls in my ear as he rubs the head of his dick up and down my slit.

"God, yes. Fuck me, now." I pant out the demand.

He places himself at my entrance, grabs my hips and shoves himself in to the base.

“Fucking yess!” I throw my head back and he fists my hair.

He pulls my hair back and pushes on my ass with his other hand. He grinds out a moan and bears down. Fucking me faster and harder.

When I start to get louder, Michael covers my mouth. His lips are at the side of my head. He’s grunting and grinding in my ear which goes straight to my pussy, making me wetter and tighter.

"Fuck, baby...God…so wet and tight..."

I continue to scream into his palm as his hips slam into my ass. I feel my climax building as my legs shake.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock." He growls and thrusts harder.

I explode as my orgasm rips through.

I feel his dick swell inside and he bares down even more. "God, Anna. I'm...I'm...Fuck!...." His orgasm rushes out. His release fills me. He thrusts hard until he can't take it anymore and has to stop.

He leans down on my back, breathing heavy. Planting kisses on my back.

I lean on the wall, trying to catch my own breath. “That was so good, Tiger."

"I aim to please." He pants through a smile.

He pulls out and pulls up his boxers and pants. I did the same.

I replace my bra and shirt and throw them on. I slip on my rider's jacket and pull out my hair.

Once I'm decent, I turn walk away.

Michael was just putting his t shirt back on. "You're leaving?"

I turn around and walk backwards with a smile. "Got to get some sleep before patrol tomorrow night.” I give him a gun finger. “It was fun. We'll do it again sometime." I smirk and spin around, my jacket flares out around me. I give him a two-finger salute to the side without looking back. "Catch ya later, Tiger."

As I walk from the side of the building to my bike, I get that feeling again. Like im being stared at. I throw my leg over my seat and glance to the bar.

My eyes catch a pair of blue eyes on the porch. I smirk and Rev my engine. Squealing my tires, I peel out of the lot and head home.

So that's pretty much it. My life in a nutshell. Patrol the border, get drunk, ride my bike and when I want it, ride a good man. My life is perfect just the way it is.