Bared for Her Bear (3 page)

step forward. He towered over a foot above her, and she craned her neck back. She had thought she

was aroused before, but holy damn did his presence make every cell in her body light up. As if he

didn’t turn her on enough, watching him close his eyes and inhale deeply sent her over the edge. A

gush of moisture rushed out of her pussy, and she clenched her thighs together. When he opened his

eyes the blueness of them speared right into her and had her knees nearly buckling. His pupils dilated,

and there was no doubt in her mind that he could smell her pussy and knew what his presence did to

her.

Leaning toward her, Ary forced herself to keep her place and not moan from his nearness. She

didn’t care about the sneers the other women were giving her, and didn’t care that people were

probably watching the spectacle. All she cared about was the heat from his body pulsating around her

and his scent of masculinity and power consuming her.

His lips brushed along her ear, and a shiver raced up her spine. “Your name.” His voice was

low, deep, and so damn sexy. It wasn’t a question, but a command that made her realize this male was

all alpha. He inhaled deeply again, and a rough growl left him. That sound went straight to her clit,

and that blasted bundle of nerves swelled even further. Her pussy clenched, most likely needing

something substantial that only this bear could give her. She could blame her reaction to him on the

fact she was drunk, but in reality it was only his presence that made her a quivering mass of nerves.

“Ary Felina.” She breathed out her answer just as he leaned back and held her gaze. He hadn’t

risen back to his full height, and his face was so close to hers that they breathed the same air. He

smelled like the rich, dark beer he had just drunk, and she swore she got a little more intoxicated off

of it.

“Ary.” Her name rolled off his tongue like pure, unadulterated sex. The dirty images that she

conjured of the two of them had heat rising to her cheeks. His smirk informed her he didn’t need to be

a mind reader to know what she was thinking. That was the problem with shifters and the fact they

could smell emotions.

“It’s short for February.” Her eyes lowered to his mouth, and all she could think about was

those lips on her skin, her breasts, and even between her legs. It looked like he hadn’t shaved for

several days, and a dark dusting of facial hair covered his cheeks. It made him look even more

masculine if that was possible.

“Like the month?” The tone of his voice told her he was teasing, but she was too far gone to get

annoyed. It wasn’t as if she had never heard the jokes about her name. Right now all she cared about

was pushing her preconceived notions about herself to the side, and taking the bear by the balls, so to

speak. She was standing tall and going after what she wanted, and what she wanted was Charlie-

Fucking-Wylde.

“Charlie Wylde.” His name came from him smooth and crisp. He didn’t say anything else, just

took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Everyone parted for him. The males looked uneasy, and,

well, the females looked like they always did when a Wylde bear walked into the room. The song was

slow and seductive, and as soon as they stepped into the center of the glossy floor he pulled her close.

Their chests were pressed together, and she felt the hardness of every defined muscle move against her

softness. The air left her when he slipped his hand down to her lower back and pulled her so close she

could feel the stiff outline of his erection rub against her belly. It was like they were fused, and

everything else faded away as he started moving his body against hers. Had she ever felt so feminine

before? No. Never.

The steady bass moved through her, and the deep, rhythmic pumping settled in her erogenous

zones. Charlie dipped his head low so his lips brushed along the shell of her ear again. He thrust his

hips forward, and tingles started to encompass every single space in her body as his very prominent

erection jerked between them. Ary was so attuned to him in every possible way that she could actually

feel the damn thing grow stiffer. Pheromones poured off of him like a tsunami, and she absorbed it all.

He was potent and untamed, and never had she been so needy to feel a male between her thighs.

“I can smell how wet your pussy is, Ary.” Out of that erotically phrased sentence the one word

that had her nearly moaning was the way he said her name. She admitted that it sounded fucking good

coming from his mouth. She hadn’t even had sex with him, yet she understood what the hype was with

the Wylde brothers. And if she got her way she would find out every intimate detail of his body by the

time the night was over with.

She didn’t respond to his statement, just pressed her breasts more firmly against him and let

her eyes slide shut when her hard nipples rubbed along his ripped muscles. This was so not her, and

would have been out of her comfort zone if not for her liquid courage and the lust that seemed to take

on a mind of its own. He spun her around so her ass was snug against him and started grinding his

erection into her lower back. Bear shifters were big in general, so why the hell was she even surprised

that his cock was as well? They moved to the music, and Ary got lost in the rhythm and her desire. She

rubbed her ass on him, snaked her arms behind her and wove them around his neck, and acted just

totally out of character. And it felt damn good. She saw Melissa and Bram through the throng of

people, doing some very Dirty Dancing moves. Movement in the corner of her eye had her looking to

the side and even seeing Candace on the dance floor with the coyote. He didn’t wear that little black

apron around his waist, so Ary assumed he was off the clock, and by the looks of their own gyrating

hips he’d be getting off on something else later tonight. Melissa’s actions didn’t surprise her, but she

was shocked at her own actions and even Candace’s. Maybe it was a full moon or something, because

by the looks of it all three of them were not going home alone tonight.

Charlie turned her around again, and she stared into his blue eyes. He moved close to her face

so their lips were only inches apart.

“I love a female that has all the right curves for me to hold on to.” She swore their lips brushed

together. If this was what he did and said to all the women he took home she could see what all the

rumors were about. “I especially like a nice handful when I’m buried balls deep in pussy.” He

emphasized his point by grinding his dick into her, and she swore she felt the damn python behind his

fly jerk. Even with the pounding music she heard every little word he said, and wanted out of the

fucking bar right now. He held her stare for another moment, and she knew he was waiting for her to

say the words, to give her permission for things to escalate. Ary pushed her fear of the unknown aside

and opened her mouth to say what it was she really wanted.

“Let’s go back to your place.”

His grin was purely predatory, and a shiver of anticipation and excitement coursed through her.

After telling Candace and Melissa that she was leaving, and ignoring Melissa’s catcalls and Candace’s

excited expression, she followed her date for the night out. Charlie took her hand and led her through

the bar and outside. A Harley sat right in front of the bar, and she knew without a doubt it belonged to

Charlie. Ary’s heart pounded fierce and hard as he straddled the metal beast. He handed her the

helmet, and for a moment all she could do was stare at him. He didn’t say anything, didn’t rush or

pressure her, and she knew she was letting her mind take control when she needed to let her body do

the talking. As she grabbed hold of the helmet their fingers brushed, and fire raced up her arm from

the point of contact. She climbed on the back, and he reached behind and grabbed hold of her arm and

brought it around his lean hips.

“Thatta’ girl.” The smile in his voice had her relaxing even further. With her legs spread wide

and both of her arms now tight around him, Ary let herself look forward to doing something that was

totally out of her comfort zone. It actually felt pretty good. He fired up the Harley, and the vibrations

had her gritting her teeth as a stab of pleasure coursed through her pussy. Charlie maneuvered the big

piece of machinery out of the parking lot, and when he hit the asphalt Ary held on as he sped away.

The ride to Charlie’s place only took about twenty minutes, but if felt like forever for Ary. The

constant vibrations beneath her had her so incredibly worked up, even more so than she thought

possible, that by the time they pulled up to the two-story cabin her panties were soaked, her nipples

felt like they ripped through her shirt, and she was ready to attack him. He climbed off the bike and

helped her dismount. Thick evergreens and pines surrounded the cabin, and she knew they were

secluded. Maybe she should have been worried about having so much privacy, and being completely

alone with him, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. She might not know Charlie personally,

but he was well known in their town for the construction company he owned with his brothers. This

was a reckless thing to do, something that was totally unlike her, but it felt so good to put caution to

the wind and just get wild.

He took her hand and led her toward the wide porch that wrapped around the cabin. He

unlocked the front door and ushered her in first. A small light flickered on, and she glanced around. A

massive kitchen was to her left with gleaming stainless steel appliances and black granite counters. To

her right was a living room with dark leather furniture, a huge flat screen television, and a fireplace. In

front of her stood an intricately carved staircase that led to a loft. That was all the exploring she could

accomplish because the door slammed shut a moment later, and then she was spun around and pressed

against the cold, hard wood. Charlie pressed his body to hers, and his cock dug into her belly. His

mouth was on her, one hand cupped her ass, and the other held a chunk of her hair in his fist. He kissed

her raw and hard, sweeping his tongue inside of her mouth and claiming her fully. The hand in her hair

tightened, sending a sting of pleasurable pain through her scalp, to her breasts, and straight to the

center of her pussy.

She tightened her legs around his waist and ground her pussy on his dick. He grunted out and

used the leverage he had in her hair to tilt her head back. With her throat arched he broke their kiss

and dragged his tongue up her neck. He trailed his hand up her hip, and she was disappointed that he

no longer gripped her ass. When he slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt she felt every callus

along the pads of his fingers. It felt good to be touched by him, to feel the roughness that was a

testament to the manual labor he did. He ran his teeth up and down her neck, nipped at her flesh, and

thrust his erection into her. She didn’t want to wait any longer to feel him inside of her. She was

feverish and excited, and all she could think about was how it would feel for him to thrust all those

thick inches into her. Charlie murmured something, but it was distorted against the base of her throat.

She didn’t care about words though. All she wanted was him. Moving her hands between their bodies

she fumbled for the button and zipper of his pants.

Apparently he wasn’t having any of that, because in the next instant she was being turned in

the air sharply then set back on her feet. The cold, smooth leather of the back of the couch pressed to

her belly, but he didn’t give her time to let their actions settle in. Jerking her upright he pulled her

shirt from her in one swift move and tore her bra off. A small sound escaped her at the fact he was so

worked up that he had torn the material right off her body. He had her shorts off next, and then the feel

of his warm, humid breath against the cheeks of her ass told her he knelt behind her.

Could he see how wet her panties were? He groaned and palmed her ass right before he ran his

nose up and down the crease of her bottom. No male had ever been near that part of her body before,

but the taboo nature of it had her thrusting her ass back at him. The heavy weight of his palm landed

on her right cheek, and the motion sent her forward slightly. He brought his hand down on the left

cheek, then back to the right. Over and over, he swatted her bottom, not hard enough to hurt, but with

enough force that the promise of it was there. Heat rose to the mounds as blood rushed to the surface.

“Your ass was made for fucking.” He curled his fingers into said body part, and she bit her lip

and closed her eyes. He gripped the little strip of material that was nestled between the cheeks and

pulled it to the side. The air left her in a whoosh when he used his other hand to spread her ass open