A Slice of Honeybear Pie (BWWM Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearfield Book 1) (7 page)

"Thanks, Pop-pop."

The old man smiled at Mina from under his mustache. It was the same winning grin Matt employed so well. "Take care of him, will you? He's a good man but he needs a strong woman."

Mina nodded at the man, "Yes, sir."

The old man sniffed the air. "Oh, and save me some of that pie, would you? It smells divine."

"I wish I could," Mina told him. "But I plan to feed this whole pie to that wonderful man, naked, after he mates me." The heat flew into her cheeks and down into her belly. She'd meant it as a joke, but it wasn't. She was going to do everything to that big man that she could, then stuff him full of pie and do it all over again.

The old man laughed like a barking seal. "Oh you've lucked out here, Matthew. She's got spirit!" He winked at her again, then said in a whisper, "A word of advice, feed him a piece before the mating. It'll do wonders for his resolve." Pop-pop smiled benignly at the room, completely unfazed by his employees wrapping the bodies up in black plastic and hauling the away.
 

# # #

Pop-pop's cleaners were done before the pie was. They worked fast. The men usually cleaned the Lodge or the motels or the B&B. But Matt knew they did other jobs when the time called for it. He'd owe Pop-pop big for this one, that was sure. There'd be a price to pay, but not today.
 

When the last of the cleaners left, Matt surveyed the room. Apart from half his furniture being gone and one of the windows being completely gone, you couldn't even tell the room had been host to such violence. It felt like a home again, like a den.
 

The oven creaked open as Mina removed the pie and slid it onto the metal cooling rack Matt hadn't even known he'd owned. The smell of fresh baked apples, of flaky pie crust, of cinnamon and sugar and above all else, honey, grabbed him by the bear and shook him.

"If you eat a pie fresh from the oven, will it burn your tongue? Or is
forged by man
?" Mina asked with a wry smile. And then she caught his eyes. The bear was in charge now, Matt the man had fallen away. Sure he still looked like a man, walked like a man, but he was moving on instinct.
 

Mina slid the chef's knife from the block and sliced a generous piece of pie then used the flat of the knife to lever it seamlessly onto a plate.
 

"It'll be better once it cools. You should let it set before eating it."
 

The bear in him looked at her like she'd asked him to keep the sun from setting, like she'd asked him to juggle the moon. Then he scooped up the slice in one hand, mindless of the heat, and ate it in four slow, snuffling mouthfuls. When it was done, Matt fell back onto the floor with a thump.

"You've done it now, woman. My bear is thoroughly in love with you. He's always had a wicked sweet tooth, and that was the most delicious thing he's ever eaten. You feed him that two more times, and he'll do whatever you ask."

Mina laughed then, and sat down on top of him, her strong thighs gripping his waist. She reached up and lifted her dress over her head then undid her bra, letting her flesh spill free. Matt watched her, transfixed. He never knew how so many men could put down curvy women when they looked so amazing naked. Mina stood for a moment, scooped a finger of hot apple pie out of the dish then smeared it thickly across her nipples.

"Oh no," she said, her voice breathy with mock alarm. "I seem to have spilled some pie on myself. I wonder who could help me clean it off?" Then, meeting his eye and grinning at him, she turned and ran giggling, up the stairs to the bedroom.

The bear and the man felt the thrill of the hunt in their blood. The taste of the apples and honey was thick on their tongue. And the scent of Mina's overpowering arousal swam in their heads. The chase was on. It was time. Matt let a rumbling growl ease out of his chest, shaking the walls and windows. From above, in the bedroom, he heard Mina squeal in surprise. In soft lopes, Matt crossed the living room, went up the stairs and burst into the bedroom, where he found Mina naked and stretched out languorously in his bed. She looked so small in the giant bed, so delicious.

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed." Matt's eyes burned with the need to mate. He could feel the bear in his bones, for once not resisting him. They both wanted this so bad. Mina had no idea what she was in for.
 

Mina's smile dazzled him. "Am I Goldilocks now? Are you going to eat my porridge, big boy?"

Matt crawled onto the bed next to her and buried his face in her pillowy breasts, he licked the pie from her in long slow strokes, circling each budded nipple until he'd made sure every morsel of honey was gone. Then he switched to the other side. Mina whimpered under him, rolling her head on the sheets, pushing him away and pulling him closer.
 

"Oh yes, oh Matt. Oh fuck," she groaned as one of his hands slid down her soft belly to the wetness between her legs. He was a big man in every place that counted, he'd need to go slow with her but he wanted to throw her legs in the air and dive into her deeply, to spend himself immediately within her. The bear was impatient, but good for Mina, the man was not.

Matt curled his fingers inside her, stroking the slick tightness of her sex, rubbing his thumb against her clit while he held her nipple between his teeth and lapped at it softly.
 

"It's too much." Her voice was throaty, almost a growl. "Stop. Don't stop. Keep going. More, right there. Get away. No, Jesus, never stop doing that ever." The woman never stopped talking until Matt released her breast and kissed her. She cried out then, her legs bucking and squeezing against his wrist, as her climax overtook her. Matt kissed her as she came, their tongues dancing hesitantly then fiercer, learning each other's rhythms.
 

His cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, it's burning need to be inside growing more irresistible by the second.
 

# # #
 

Matt kissed his way down her body, nuzzling her neck, nipping at her nipples, circling her belly button with his tongue until she slapped his ears—it wasn't her fault, she was ticklish there—before spreading her thighs apart with those big strong hands of his and lapping at her cunt like a man on a mission to make her come so many times she'd forget her name.

Is this what being mated to a bear would mean? Sweet foods, generous sex, and a beautiful house in the woods? If so sign her up. She was ready.
 

The connection between them burned inside her. The heat had become an inferno, and every touch of Matt's tongue was just more fuel for her fire. He slid one finger and then two inside her, stroking her with powerful slow strokes, matching the rhythm of her breath until another wave of pleasure rose up and crashed into her, she screamed nonsense and clutched at his head trying to hold on, trying to shove him off, trying to never let his tongue get away.

It was amazing, but she wanted more. She wanted the real thing. Matt’s eyes said he wanted—no,
needed
—it too.

Mina swung one leg over his head and rolled over onto her belly. It was by far her favorite position, though really they were all pretty good. Reaching past her soft belly she spread herself open for him. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw the giant, breathtakingly handsome man staring at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Was this real or part of the magic of being his mate? Would it last forever? Would she be ninety years old and roll over in bed to see him gazing at her with the raw desire she saw churning in his eyes? Something told her she would. The connection they had felt like forever. It felt deeper than the ocean and stronger than the mountain under them. The world come could at them, but it would break against their shores.

“What are you waiting for, big boy?” Mina purred. “Come over here and make me your mate.”

After taking his time every step of the way, Matt’s patience was clearly at an end. The man nearly leapt on top of her back in his hurry to be inside her.

“Easy,” she cautioned. “Easy. Go slow, baby.”

Mina watched his hands grip her hips, amazed at how perfect his tanned skin looked against her dusky hue. But then he nudged against her opening and her eyes snapped shut. She’d seen that he was hung like no man she’d ever seen, but the context had been lost on her. Matt was going to bury that giant cock inside her. If he had his way, he’d do it every day for the rest of their lives. Could she do that? Take all of him? She was about to find out.

With her hand, Mina stroked the thick tip of his cock and then guided it inside her. Matt hissed with pleasure at the sensation and a low strangled cry erupted from Mina’s throat. He fit, just barely by god, but he fit. With one hand Mina clutched and clawed at the headboard, her trim nails peeling off flecks of paint. With her other hand, Mina rubbed her burning clit as Matt worked himself deeper and deeper into her, spreading her deliciously, impossibly open. It was as if he was made for her, made to touch every sweet spot at once, filling her completely. His cock was hard as steel and burning inside her. They were doing it raw, she realized. The idea of protection never even entering her mind. She’d never foregone a condom before—the sensations were so much more intense, so much hotter.

Matt nipped her shoulder with his teeth as he slowly moved inside her. He whispered into her ear then, the first thing he’d said in minutes, how he loved her. He told her she was beautiful. He told her she was wonderful. He told her how he’d never ever leave her. He whispered wonderful promises into her ear as he fucked her deep and hard, and he meant every one of them.

It wasn’t long before Mina’s orgasm ripped her apart, shattering her into a million beads of glass and throwing her to the wind. She cried out Matt’s name as he eyes flew wide and gazed upon the brief infinity of her climax. And then Matt, too, was murmuring her name as he slammed hard into her and then with a roar emptying himself in a burning flood deep inside her womb.

“This is all happening so fast, but this and you and your house, it all feels like home to me. Like I’ve finally found a thing I didn’t know I was missing all these years.” Mina lay sprawled next to Matt, her body aching sweetly from their lovemaking.

“You could make a life here,” Matt said. “The people in Bearfield are good people. There are no creepy shark men. I swear.”

“This town is nice,” Mina said. “But does Bearfield have a decent bakery? I saw those delivery trucks. All of these tourist lodgings, they could use some decent pastries.”

Matt’s belly rumbled. His bear must have liked the sound of that.
 

“I never really thought I’d find my mate,” Matt said, his breath tickling the back of her neck. “I never thought I’d find you. It’s rare, very rare, to find your true mate. Most of my people never find a true mate in all their years.”

“Maybe if your brothers left your little secret village, they’d have better luck?”

Matt laughed. “Probably, but that’s part of our paradox. We’re solitary, but crave family and mates.”

“Is that what I am? Your mate?” Mina wriggled against him, feeling the half-hard length of him twitch against her ass.

“I’d like you to be.” He leaned over and kissed her neck, making her toes curl. “Would you like that?”

“What’s involved? Do I become a bear, too?” She was exhausted, but the heat between them never dissipated, even after all they’d done she felt an insatiable need for him.

“Oh the usual,” Matt said. “You don’t become a shifter, but the claiming changes you. You’ll be more than human. You’ll need to be in order to care for the cubs.”

Mina reached back and held his thickening cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. “Cubs,” she said, her voice a purr. “I like the sound of that. Will we always feel like this? Or is this just a temporary heat between us? Will it go away once we mate?”

Matt guided himself into her gently, nudging her open. Mina gasped. Would she ever get used to his size? Did she want to?
 

“I’ve never had a mate before, but from what I’ve heard it gets even more intense when the mating urge takes hold.”

Mina moaned as he thrust slowly into her, spreading her open again. “How could this possibly get more intense?”

“Let me show you,” he said.

And then he did.
 

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Recipe: Honeybear Pie

For the pie crust

Flour - 2 cups

Salt - 1 teaspoon

Butter - 1/2 cup

Apple Cider Vinegar - 2 tablespoons

Water - 6 tablespoons

To make two 9” crusts, combine the flour & salt & butter in a food processor. Add the vinegar and water and form into a ball. Wrap in plastic and chill for 30 minutes.

For the pie filling

Apples - five cups, sliced thin

Honey - 3/4 cup

Cinnamon - 1 teaspoon

Flour - 1 teaspoon

Ground Cloves - 1/4 teaspoon

Nutmeg - a pinch

Vanilla - 1 teaspoon

Lemon Juice - 1 tablespoon

Preheat oven to 400°F.

Toss the apples in the lemon juice, then add the spices & vanilla & flour. Miss with the honey thoroughly and let sit while you roll out the pie crust.

 
Thoroughly grease your pie pan with butter or shortening, making sure to get the rim of the plate, and then gently fit your crust to the plate. Fill the bottom crust with the apple pie filling and then spend a few minutes licking the bowl and thinking about how amazing life is.

Fit the second pie crust over the whole pie, pinching the edges together gently. Cut slits in the top to vent the steam. My grandmother liked to carve hearts in her pie crusts or her favorite grandkid’s initials, but feel free to do what you want. Though I’m told a J.S. cut into the top of the pie makes it taste all the sweeter.