On Their Way to the Midnight Stardust Supperclub

A Jimmy Thomas photo.

Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.

It was crazy-busy yesterday, and since I'm trying to get the last chapters of my latest WIP finished, I figured I'd give you what I have, even though the chapter *is not* finished. Darn it!

It's already way past my bedtime so that's why I'm stopping here. Please forgive this rough draft, and any mistakes. And, no, this is not a plot spoiler.
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On Their Way to the Midnight Stardust Supperclub

From the Kougar’s Writing Den ~

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys

The freshly written, unfinished, and 'unedited' Chapter Sixty-four ~

Dontoya eyed the blacktop highway as he made the turn. Despite the sparkly dusting of snow, it was still dry, and he stepped on the accelerator.

Once they sped along at a good clip, he stroked Sherilyn's hand, then solidly gripped the steering wheel.

"Me and Z-Dog never did settle who was gonna kiss you first at midnight, beautiful mate."

"Hmm...that is a dilemma." Sherilyn absently rubbed his thigh. "You both kiss me so I can't think straight. I mean, how could I ever choose? I love the way..all the ways...both of you kiss me."

"How about choosin' on our dancing skills?" Zance twanged like the courtin' devil himself.

"How about," Sherilyn lilted, her tone a tease, "whichever one of you doesn't step on my toes?"

"Darlin', we need a backup plan. What if your toes remain unbruised?" Dontoya tenderly squeezed her hand for a few moments, feeling the Ring of Union through her glove.

"No fair. It's impossible for me to choose between the two of you." She smoothed her palm along the top muscle of his thigh. Her touch was so damn pleasurable, his blood firestormed through his veins, and his shaft hardened.

Not now, beast, he ordered. You'll get your turn. Later.

"Appears there ain't no solution. Given this is a civilized shindig, me and Donny-cat can't go rollin' and brawlin' over you. Now can we, sweetheart?"

She chuckled softly. "No, but thinking about you two brawling in tuxedos like cats and dogs is too funny." She paused. "Not saying I want that tonight. Not at all. I sure do like my two gallant cowboys."

"Darlin', we are your elegant gentlemen for this evening." Dontoya slowed, now following a line of vehicles obviously headed for the supperclub, and the tunnel entrance that was about three miles away.

"Coin toss," Zance announced. "You do the tossin', sweet kitten."

"You brought your lucky gold coin. Figures, Z-dog."

"Yep, fancy coin for a fancy night out. Besides, it's always worked. Gettin' us outta trouble."

"Can't argue with you there, pardner." Dontoya rumbled a laugh, remembering.
"Gold coin?" Sherilyn asked, her curiosity obvious.

"From our gold mining days," Zance drawled.

From the corner of his eye, Dontoya watched his pardner flip the specially minted coin before Sherilyn's gaze, and neatly capture it. As Zance opened his palm, Dontoya switched on the interior light.

Without letting go of their mate's hand, Zance showed Sherilyn one side, then thumbed the coin over for her.

"A wolf and a cougar. Oh, it's beautiful."

"Whichever one of us lands face up gets the first kiss from those sweet-as-honey lips of yours. Right, Donny-cat?"

"Yeah, right." Dontoya fondled Sherilyn's hand, his possessive nature surfacing fast. "Only way we won't be snarling and circlin' each other over our mate."

"Seems fair."

His mate's fragile-sounding voice turned up the heat already burning him alive. He'd always been a lusting fool whenever a woman spoke soft as a purr.

Now, with Sherilyn it had to be ten times the temptation. Dontoya changed position, only enough to ease the pressure of his tux trousers on his throbbing cock.

"But," she continued, "I'm counting on kisses from both of you that damn well knock my dancing shoes off."

"Count on it, darlin'."

"Count on it," Zance echoed.

Focusing on the traffic ahead, Dontoya stopped himself from being as restless as his inner cougar. The black beast paced, savagely hungry to claim their mate. Soon.
"Problem, pardner?" Zance's gravelly voice commiserated.

"Yeah, our gorgeous mate has me dang hot and bothered." Without looking, Dontoya embraced her hand with his, and brought it to his lips. He pressed a quick kiss on her gloved fingers, then gently placed her hand back on his thigh.

"No, Sherilyn darlin', keep your lovely hand on my thigh. Please," he added, since his tone sounded harsh to his ears.

"Are you sure? I don't want to unintentionally torment you. Well...sometimes I want to torment you," she seductively added.

Dontoya and his cougar roared inside. Yeah, certain as the sacred sunrise, he'd be heading to the bar, and downing one of the inhibitor tonics Dante always kept stocked.

"Inhibitor," Zance growled, having mind-read his thoughts.

"Soon as we arrive, pardner."

"Inhibitor?...oh...okay, I understand."

Sensing her shyness, and her uncertainty with them, Dontoya rasped, "Sherilyn, this is normal for us. We want you drivin' us loco with passion."

She drew in a long breath, and Dontoya felt her overcome her doubts. "If you insist," she crooned, and stroked his thigh like a temptress.

"That's it, kitten," he encouraged in rough purr.

"Looks like we're joinin' the parade."

Zance spoke as he settled the SUV behind Mary Lou and her date. Dontoya hit the horn in a friendly hello, and the mare shifter returned a short honk.

"Mary Lou's pink pickup surely can't be missed," Zance twanged, amused.

"You mean Mary Lou from Talbot Peak’s Livestock Center?" Sherilyn leaned forward, even though she couldn't see through the darkness.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side…

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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