Dawg Town: Chip & Dale
by Mary Winter
cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-227-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash
Back from getting a degree in animal biology, Tusa returns to her fiancé, Chip, and -- she hopes -- his brother, Dale. She doesn't realize that Chip has already made plans for their wedding, and for his brother to also be with the woman he loves. Usually a prairie dog colony is one male with several females. This time, it's going to be the other way around, and Tusa wouldn't have it any other way.
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Apparently her mother's letters hadn't lied. Chip Muskatoni had indeed done very well for himself. Tusa Riverwell paused on the paved walkway outside C&D Waste Water, noting the upturned cement drainage tubes filled with flowers and the new steel building finished in a nice tan. Black shutters framed each window. Certainly a far cry from the tumble-down shed he and his brother had used for an office before she'd left for college, and the location she had expected when she returned to them.
Tusa strode forward, putting a little extra swing in her hips. She neared the door, hearing a conversation through the open window. Just business, nothing provocative, but the sound of Chip's low voice sent heat drifting southward to flood her pussy with moisture. Her nipples beaded behind the halter top she wore. It tied behind her neck, just below her short-cropped black hair. She curled her fingers around the doorknob.
A moment's hesitation, just a moment's worth, claimed her. They hadn't really talked, and the question of whether she'd return to one brother -- or both -- hung in the air. She forced her hand to turn the knob, forced herself to apply just enough pressure to push open the door. She stepped onto a welcome rug sitting on a cement floor. On her right, a sturdy, workman-like desk with a phone and computer sat empty. She stepped inside and locked the door behind her.
The click of a phone returning to its cradle announced the end of Chip's call. Tusa turned toward the desk on the left, a smile on her lips. She knew she presented a picture in her fuck-me boots, shorts that would have made Daisy Duke blush, and her halter top. "Honey," she drawled, "I'm home."
She posed for a moment, one hand on her hip, the other reaching up to toy with the straps on her halter top. One tug, just one, and the first string swept across her breast, partially baring it. Her inner prairie dog perked up her head and wiggled her tail. She licked her lips and sashayed forward, still holding onto the other string. The top of her halter caught on her nipple, and the puckered bead held it in place.
Behind his desk, Chip gaped. The years she'd spent at college had honed his features and turned his handsome face stunning. High cheekbones, full lips that knew just how to kiss, and thick-lashed dark brown eyes gave him model-sexy looks. He leaned back in his chair, his tan work shirt unbuttoned at the throat to reveal an enticing triangle of skin and a few whorls of dark brown hair. Hunger filled his expression.
She reached his desk and traced her fingers against the hard wood. She guessed his cock would be just as hard by now. Circling the desk, she sat on the edge, surprised her halter top stayed in place. "Miss me?"
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