Falling for Lycans

Ch.3

Shelby didn't know what to think about Bryson hitting on her. She is used to drunk men flirting and making nasty comments but Bryson wasn't one of those drunk guys. He was sober and this was new to her. The only guy she has ever joked with sexually in her adult life was Drew but he is her best friend. Shelby wasn't a virgin but she hasn't been with anyone since she was 17. That's when her ideas began to stir for the first book she ended up writing at 18. She called Drew and asked him to pick her up on his way to the bar. Drew asked if she was feeling ok and she told him that she just needed to escape reality. When Drew got off work, He stopped by the house and pick Shelby up and they made their way to their favorite bar. When they pulled into the parking lot Drew turned to her.

"Shelbs, What is going on with you?"

"I don't know, Drew. I'm fine one day and all of a sudden my mind is all over the place. I can't think straight and all I see when I close my eyes is a pair of green ones staring at me. I feel like I am losing my sh*t. I can't even get through the chapter I have been working on for the past few days."

"Babez, He is getting to you isn't he?"

"Huh? Who?"

"That god-like man. Mr. Callum. S*h*i*t girl, If I could get him to go home with me I would be licking him from his head to his toes."

"Oh, my goddess. Why did you have to go there and ruin that song for me? Ugh. Drew, you are such an ass. Now I won't be able to listen to it without getting mental images of you licking Bryson's body."

"You didn't answer the question babez."

"Yeah, I guess he is getting to me. You know I don't get hit on by sober guys and it's awkward for me."

"Hey! I hit on you all the time."

"It's not the same Drew. Can we please go get drunk now?"

"Fine. Let's go."

Drew said as he took the keys out of the ignition. They walked into the bar with their arms locked and the bartender greeted them. He pulled out two glasses and got to work on mixing their drinks. Shelby was four drinks in when she began to feel it. Drew asked if she was ok and she told him it was just starting to hit her. She had the bartender make her another and after she downed the fifth drink, the bartender began to make them with less liquor. Shelby was on her seventh drink when she got the drunk idea to send Bryson a text.

[Hello, Mr.Callum. I am super happy that you LOVED my book. I will most def. think about you while I write my next smut scene. Ok. Back to my drinks. Nighty nite Mr. Big Bad Wolf.]

Shelby didn't realize it was after midnight when she sent that text. She put her phone in her back pocket and went back to focusing on escaping reality. In the process of her putting her phone in her pocket, she accidentally called Bryson.

"Hello, Shelby?"

"Shelby?"

"Shelby, where are you? Are you ok?"

Bryson got up grabbed a shirt and put a pair of jeans on and walked out to his Mustang. He set his phone in the holder and started the car. He drove to Shelby's house. No lights were on that he could see. He drove around trying to think of where she could be when he decided to try and track her location through the GPS on his phone. He saw she wasn't far from her house and was at a bar. He headed to the bar and went inside to try and find her. He walked around for a minute looking through the crowded bar and saw a glimpse of her. She was sitting at the bar with her roommate Drew and they were laughing with another guy and chick. He slowly circled around to the bar and walked up behind her. The chick sitting next to her licked her lips and asked if he was Shelby's man. Shelby laughed and told her she didn't have a man. Bryson cleared his throat and Shelby turned around.

"Oh, hi Bryson. Look, Drew, It's Mr.Big Bad Wolf."

"Shelby, are you ok?"

Bryson asked as Shelby took another sip of her mixed drink.

"Yeah. I'm great. Want to sit and have a drink or eight like me?"

"Eight drinks?"

He asked and the bartender leaned in and told him he had been using very little liquor after drink five.

"What are you doing here at my home away from home, Big Bad Wolf?"

"You texted me and then called me, Shelby. I guess you must have butt-dialed me."

"I did what? I texted you? When did I text you?"

"A little after midnight. It's one-thirty in the morning Shelby. I drove around looking for you when you called and I didn't get a response."

"Awe, the Big Bad Wolf came looking for little ole me?"

“Shelby, maybe it’s time for you to go home and go to sleep.”

“Aw, but I want to stay and continue to drink away my reality.”

“What reality would that be, Shelby?”

“My stupid feelings.”

“Come on, Shelby. I’m going to take you and Drew home.”

Shelby stood from the bar stool and began to blow her breath toward Bryson’s chest.

“Shelby, what in the hell are you doing?”

“Trying to blow the Big Bad Wolf over.”

Bryson rolled his eyes and helped Shelby out of the bar. He stood against the car with her waiting on Drew to come out. When Drew emerged from the bar, Bryson pulled him to the back of the car and asked him what he was thinking letting her get that drunk.

“Chill, Bro. She is fine. This isn’t close to the worst I’ve seen her drunk.”

“Don’t tell me to chill. I get a text from her that is out of character for sober her and then I get a call even if it was a butt-dial call and I got worried. She just tried to blow the "big bad wolf" down by blowing on my chest for goddess sake!”

“What goddess?”

“Lycan wolf.You?”

"Tiger.”

“I knew your scent was different. I just couldn’t put my finger on it.”

“Same here, Bro.”

“Let’s get the two of you home.”

After Drew got in the car, Bryson helped Shelby in and closed the door. He ran around to the driver's side and started the car. Drew helped get Shelby in the house and to her room. He started to undress her when he heard a growl come from behind him. He turned to find Bryson standing there. Bryson told Drew to leave her dressed and to leave. Drew protested but knew he wasn’t in the right mind to take on a sober Lycan wolf so he left the room. Bryson grabbed a blanket off the edge of Shelby’s bed and a pillow from the chair in her room and laid down on the floor next to her bed. He lay there for a while just listening to her snore before closing his eyes. Bryson woke up to Shelby groaning.

"Ugh. My head is killing me."

"I bet after drinking last night."

"What the hell? How? When. Why? Why are you in my room?"

"Well, let's see. You drunk texted me. Then you butt-dialed me and when I didn't get a response from you, I tracked your location through my GPS and found you and Drew at a bar. You told me you were drinking away your reality. Oh and my favorite part of drunk you, you blew on my chest and said you were trying to blow the Big Bad Wolf over. I brought you and Drew home."

"Please tell me you are joking. Please tell me I didn't really blow on your chest. Oh my goddess what did I text you?"

"Oh, I am not going to repeat what you texted me. Look in your messages and see for yourself."

Shelby grabbed her phone and opened her text messages. Her eyes got big and she covered her face and shook her head.

"I am so sorry Bryson. I don't know what I was thinking when I texted that."

"You weren't thinking Shelby. I like when you aren't thinking. I see the real Shelby then. The only thing is, I wish you didn't have to get drunk to show that side of yourself."

"Oh my goddess, Drew."

"Relax. The tiger is sleeping."

"Tiger?"

"Yeah. It seemed fitting due to his behavior."

"I am so sorry you had to get out of bed to come look for me, Bryson. I understand if you don't want to keep whatever this is between us going." He cut her off.

"Stop. You don't have to apologize for getting drunk and doing drunk things. Yes. I did get out of bed to come look for you because I got worried. I don't know what this is between us either but I know that if I got up in the middle of the night to come find you, it means that I care. Just lay back down and I'll go make some toast and get you some water. I'll check on the tiger while I am at it so you will relax."

He said as he got up in nothing but his boxers. Shelby couldn't help but look. Her eyes were glued to the toned abs in front of her and then her eyes traveled south. When she locked eyes on his package, she licked her bottom lip. He was huge. He started walking toward the door and she got a good look at his ass. Shelby's mouth watered but she knew she would never have a chance with him. He is hot and has money. Why would he want to get involved with someone like her? No steady job and is just an average chick. She shook her head and laid back. She pulled the covers up over her head and sighed. When Bryson came back into the room, He set the glass of water on her nightstand and pulled the cover off her. She groaned and he told her to sit up and eat. Shelby sat up and asked Bryson why he was doing this. He told her that just because he comes off as an ass doesn't mean he is one. He told her that Drew was fine and was still sleeping and said he was going to get going. Shelby went to apologize to him again but he stopped her. He put his jeans and shoes on and he leaned down close to her.

"I already know you will be thinking of me when you write the next smut scene in your book. You were drooling when I stood up to go to the kitchen and I'm pretty sure after I leave you are going to have to change your soaked panties. Hell, you'll more than likely go jump in the shower and rub on that pretty p**u**s**s**y while thinking about my c**o**c**k."

He stood up without saying another word and grabbed his shirt off the floor and walked out of her room. Shelby sat there stunned over what he just said. How in the hell could he know I needed to change? She thought to herself. After she finished eating the toast, She got up and walked out into the living room. Drew was walking out of his room when he stopped suddenly. He lifted his head and closed his eyes. Shelby watched him for a moment and then asked him what he was doing. Drew opened his eyes and told her he smelled something that made his stomach turn. She began to sniff to see if she could smell it and Drew started laughing. She called him an ass and smacked his arm.

"So Shelbs, the Big Bad Wolf spent the night in your room? I was knocked out so I wouldn't have heard any noise coming from there if y'all did the nasty. Did you do the nasty with him?"

"What? No. Why would I sleep with someone I barely know, Drew?"

"I don't know. Maybe because he is f**u**c**k**i**n**g hot and wants to f**u**c**k you senseless."

"He does not. He flirts but that's it."

"Shelbs, You are blind my darling. Mr.Bryson Callum wants you and I swear if you don't f**u**c**k him, I will do everything in my power to charm him into my bed."

Shelby spit her water all over the counter and started coughing. When she was able to talk, She looked at Drew and told him to have at it. She then put her arm around his waist and hugged him. Drew inhaled the scent that caught his attention when he came out of his room and he had to cover himself. He could smell that she had been aroused and it made him hard.