Burning Rescue: BBW Werebear Firefighter Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Scarlett Mountain Firefighter Werebear Shifters Book 1) (10 page)

Donovan turned to lock the door behind him. He stood with his hand on the doorknob for a minute. All he wanted to do was go to the hotel and break down Isabelle's door and fuck her until she screamed his name again.

Luckily for Isabelle, Amber had the early morning shift and had room service send Isabelle her trusted hangover cure, which consisted of a pot of the strongest coffee possible, a Belgian waffle drowned in a pile of fresh strawberries and whipped cream, along with a double order of bacon. Amber sent along a note: 'Coffee, sex, and bacon cure hangovers. Two outta three ain't bad.'

Isabelle ate her breakfast and the throbbing in her head began to recede. A hot shower helped a little bit and she headed downstairs for her shift.

The madness of working the front desk on the busiest Saturday of the month kept her mind off of the looming party. Jaden soon showed up for his shift and relieved her from the desk. A sense of dread washed over her. Amber had the earlier appointment at Serenity for her hair and Isabelle couldn't wait to see her. Amber looked like she'd stepped off the cover of a magazine on an average day, so she could only imagine how beautiful she would look in the hands of a professional.

After being poked, prodded, and plucked by Nicole, the owner of Serenity, Isabelle and Amber were finally ready to get dressed. Amber had brought her dress down to Isabelle's room so they could help each other get ready.

"I fucking love my job!" Amber let out a squeal.

"It's been an experience so far, that's for sure." Isabelle couldn't believe the blur of the past couple weeks. Her life had turned upside down in a matter of days and she didn't miss her old life one bit. She did miss Donovan, but she was pushing him further back in her mind and it always worked as long as she didn't look out her window toward the firehouse or look at a fire alarm, or think about how amazing he had felt inside her.

It was already after eight o'clock and Laylah had wanted them in the ballroom by seven thirty. "We're late! Laylah is going to have a shit fit! Hurry up, Isabelle!" Amber paced frantically outside the bathroom door. Her red beaded gown flowed behind her. "What's going on in there?!" Amber knocked on the door. "Isabelle? Isabelle!" Amber couldn't hear anything on the other side of the door and opened it.

Isabelle was staring at her reflection in the mirror. She was breathtaking. The dress was the perfect shade of green and it made her eyes glow. Nicole and Tasha in the salon had worked their magic on her hair and makeup. Amber looked at herself in the mirror as well. They were both radiant. Isabelle looked like she was about to cry.

"Don't cry. Seriously. Tasha clocked out at seven, and I can't fix it if you fuck up your makeup."

Isabelle laughed and looked at Amber. "Thank you. Thank you for everything. I just can't believe it. It's all so perfect." Amber could hear the hesitation in Isabelle's shaky voice.

"But?"

"But nothing. Let's go."

The ballroom looked amazing. Isabelle had never seen anything so elegant. Large round tables draped in black linens flanked the dance floor. Firefly lights twinkled on all of the trees scattered throughout the room. Near the buffet tables sat a glowing ice sculpture of a bear. Isabelle's mind drifted back to the bear that had saved her life. She knew that she would never see him again and hoped that he was okay.

The party had started without them. Amber was afraid that Laylah would reprimand them for being late. She preferred that employees were in the ballroom during the cocktail hour to mingle with guests, but cocktail hour was long over. Amber's breath caught in her throat when she saw that Laylah was walking toward them.

"Oh my gosh!" You girls look amazing! Just beautiful!" Laylah hugged them both. "Remember, have fun tonight, but no taking guests to your rooms and if you're more than ninety seconds late for your shift tomorrow, you owe me twenty dollars." Laylah winked and headed toward the buffet line to make sure everything met her approval.

"Twenty bucks? Is she serious?" Laylah was hard to read and Isabelle still needed Amber to translate.

"Sadly, yes. Yes, she is." Amber hardly paid attention to her as she scanned the room looking to see if Axton and the other firefighters had arrived yet.

"Do they always come to the hotel parties?"

"Usually, unless they're dealing with a fire or another emergency. Sometimes they have to take off early. You never know. There's something strange about those guys."

"Strange, like what?"

"Mysterious more than anything, I guess. I've never been able to put my finger on it." Amber guided Isabelle across the room to the bar. "Can you feel that? Everyone is watching us. Laylah said no fucking guests in our rooms, but we can go to their room if we want to."

Isabelle had no intention of going back to some random guy's hotel room. The thought of having a man other than Donovan in bed with her was repellent.

They stood near the bar sipping their cocktails and soaking up the attention.

"Oh, holy shit!" Amber nearly spilled her drink down the front of her dress.

"What?" Isabelle followed Amber's gaze toward the door and saw a familiar group of men. There they were. All six of them. Donovan wasn't with them. Isabelle's face flushed and Amber licked her lips at the sight of Axton.

"Holy shit, that is one fine hunk of man right there." Axton and Amber might have been the only two people in the room. The chemistry between them was palpable.

Isabelle thought about waving her hand in front of Amber's face to break her trance. Her heart sank at the realization that she wouldn't get to see Donovan. She'd been hoping that he would come and see how beautiful she looked. Getting drunk again for the second night in a row made her head pound, but she finished her drink and ordered another.

"Here they come." Amber leaned over and whispered in Isabelle's ear. Isabelle looked over her shoulder and saw that the six men were indeed walking over to the bar. She only knew Axton and Donovan, but had a feeling that they all knew who she was.

"Hey, Amber."

"Hi, Zak."

The men all stood in front of them in awkward silence. "I'm sorry, guys, I don't think you've met Isabelle. She started working here at the desk with me and Jaden." Isabelle looked at Amber like she wanted to disappear into the floor. "Isabelle, these are the volunteer firefighters for Scarlett Mountain. They'll be here all summer if there are any fires that need to be put out." The guys all introduced themselves and took turns shaking Isabelle's hand.

"It looks like one of you is missing. Where's Donovan?" Amber knew she was playing with fire, and she didn't care.

Colton elbowed Jake in the ribs and they turned toward the bar. "He left for the weekend."

"Left? Where'd he go?" Amber refused to meet Axton's gaze even though his eyes burned into her. She instead locked eyes with Colton.

"Not sure. He just packed a bag and headed out on his ATV." Colton could see why Donovan had it bad for Isabelle. She had a stunning figure and was absolutely gorgeous. With her in that dress tonight, Donovan wouldn't have been able to be in the same room with her for more than five seconds.

The rest of the guys made their way to the bar and retrieved bottles of beer. Isabelle wanted to go back to her room and curl up with a plate of cookies. Fucking men.

"Don't let it ruin your evening. Do you see all the fine men in here? Holy shit, I've never seen this many hotties rounded up before. There is something in the air tonight, Isabelle. That full moon tonight is going to make people do crazy things." Amber finished her drink and glided back over to the bar for another cocktail.

Isabelle watched Axton as he ogled Amber. He thought he was being slick about it, but Isabelle saw through him. She wasn't sure how to tell her friend that not only did Axton have a thing for her, he also had a hard cock in his pants.

After dinner, the dance floor erupted. Dance music pounded and colored lights spun and flooded the dark ballroom. Isabelle couldn't stand it anymore. For the past hour, all she had wanted to do was wash her face and crawl into her warm bed. She had the early morning shift tomorrow and knew that six a.m. would arrive much sooner than she wanted.

Amber was on the dance floor dancing with a hotel guest. One glance at the firefighters' table and Isabelle could plainly see that Amber was fooling herself thinking that Axton didn't like her. His eyes were glaring at the man spinning her around the dance floor. Isabelle chuckled at how silly Amber and Axton were acting. She thought it was ridiculous to like someone that much and pretend that you didn't. Isabelle knew that Amber could talk her out of leaving, so she got up from the table and quietly snuck out. Outside of the dark ballroom, Isabelle paused for a moment to let her eyes adjust. She turned toward the sound of footsteps behind her and froze.

Donovan was standing less than ten feet behind her and their eyes locked. His massive thighs stretched out his jeans and she couldn't help but notice the bulge in his crotch. Her breath caught in her chest and the thundering music from the ballroom faded away. He started walking toward her and she couldn't look away. She opened her mouth to speak and he grabbed her arm and pulled her in to him. His mouth landed on hers, erasing any urge or ability to speak. His fingertips glided down her back and held her against him. He hoped that getting away from him was the last thing she wanted to do. He pushed his body against hers and she could feel his hard cock through his jeans. He leaned in to her and pushed her toward the elevator.

Donovan didn't take his mouth off hers until they reached her room. She pulled away from his lips just long enough to get her key out of her bag and open the door. Inside the room, the drapes were open and moonlight poured in through the window and down onto the bed.

"I've never seen a woman look so beautiful. That dress is amazing and you look so perfect in it." Donovan kissed her again and held on to her waist, holding her tight against him. "The moment I saw you, I just couldn't help it. I knew I had to have you. You're all I've ever wanted, Isabelle."

Isabelle was dripping wet and she wanted him inside her. Donovan pulled away from her again and looked into her eyes. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you; I was trying to protect you. But there's something I need to tell you."

Great, here it comes again. "You know what, Donovan? Not now, please. Let's just have whatever this is tonight and we'll figure out the rest tomorrow. Please?" Isabelle leaned against him and kissed him hard. Just one more night. Isabelle turned her worried mind off and slid her hand down to Donovan's bulging crotch. "You left me wanting more."

"You too. I haven't been able to get you out of my head." Donovan took her hand off his crotch and kissed it. "I mean it, Isabelle, you're absolutely stunning. There's just one thing, though." Donovan raised her arm and turned her so that her back was to him. He pushed her cascading hair to the side and traced his fingers down her back, finding the zipper. He slid the zipper down and pushed her dress off her shoulders and let it drop off of her onto the floor. She tried not to feel self-conscious as she stood in her panties and bra bathed in moonlight. He came up behind her and kissed her shoulder. "You're perfect in every single way, Isabelle. Don't ever doubt that, no matter what happens tomorrow." Donovan's mouth traveled from her shoulder and he kissed her neck. Electric shocks radiated down her spine when he kissed her. His kisses were like nothing she had ever felt before. She leaned back in to him and he wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest. He towered over her and she felt so safe in his arms, as if nothing in the world could ever hurt her.

Donovan's hands glided up from her hips, caressing her waist for a moment before resting on her back, where he paused for a moment before unhooking her bra. He slid the straps off her shoulders and turned her around to face him so he could watch her bra come off. "These are the most amazing breasts I've ever seen. I've dreamed about touching your beautiful body." He pulled her toward him and bent down to kiss her breasts. Her nipples hardened as his lips caressed her creamy flesh. His tongue lightly licked her nipple, driving her wild. He drew her hard nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, drenching it. He released it from his mouth and did the same thing to her other nipple. She loved the feeling of his tongue on her body. He expertly licked and teased her. Her panties grew wetter with every stroke of his tongue.

"I think these need to go, too." Donovan's hand slid down Isabelle's waist to her panties.

She grabbed his hands. "Not so fast. You're a bit overdressed, don't you think?" Isabelle reached his belt and opened it and opened his pants. His cock was so hard it looked like it was about to burst through his zipper.

She gently stroked his cock with her delicate fingers and licked her lips. "I want a taste." She slid her panties off her hips and they fell to the floor. Donovan wasn't sure how long he could hold out with her completely naked in front of him. She kissed his neck and slid her mouth down his chest, lightly licking and teasing him with her tongue. As she went to her knees, she looked up at him again and smirked, knowing that he was in for a treat.

Isabelle loved the feeling of a man fucking her mouth with his iron-hard cock. She lightly licked the head while she glided her fingers up and down the shaft. Teasing a man with his cock in her hands and being in control over him was an amazing feeling, and she wanted to make that feeling last. She began to kiss the tip and pulled it into her mouth and Donovan lightly caressed her cheek with the back of his finger.

Isabelle licked the shaft all the way down and soaked it with her tongue. She locked her mouth onto the tip and began sucking it into her mouth a little at a time until the head was hitting the back of her throat. "Damn, Isabelle," Donovan groaned, and his head went back. She sucked his cock into her mouth even harder and her hand squeezed the shaft. "You're gonna make me fucking come!" With another hard suck, Isabelle let his cock fall out of her mouth. She stood up and pulled him toward her, pushing her breasts up against his chest, and kissed him hard. His stiff cock begged for Isabelle.