Clay (BBW Secret Baby Bear Shifter Romance) (Secret Baby Bears Book 4) (20 page)

She turned to look at Colby.
 
"Do you mind?"

He gave her a grin had had already forgotten the bloodshed.
 
Or at least put it aside for the time being in favor of more important things.
 
He smelled muskier than before.
 
"I'd be honored to drive you home."

They didn't make it that far.
 

There wasn't any reason to rush out of the arena. The events were going on for hours.
 
The two men who'd attacked them had fled.
 
The third was being taken care of.
 
No one was going to call the police.
 
No one was looking for Colby.

There were no sticky questions to avoid.

Just heat, rising between them.
 
When they left the office where Owen paced, on the phone with Holden by then, Colby held his hand out and she slipped hers into it.
 
He coiled his fingers against her palm, making her lightheaded.

They stopped just out of sight of the office.
 
He pinned her to the wall.
 
His mouth came down over hers, hot as his hands were.
 
His tongue traced her lips, then slid between her lips.
 
She met it with hers, tasting the animal scent there.
 
But when her hands traced his face, he was all male.
 
All human.

Her hands continued up, into his hair, knocking his cowboy hat off onto the dusty concrete floor.
 
His hands slid up from her shoulders, along her throat, cupped her face, tangled in her hair and removed the clip, throwing it down after his hat.

Her long, cinnamon colored hair came down, curls filling his hands.
 
He pressed it to his face, breathed in, mouth slightly open as he tasted her scent.

Gemma let her head fall back against the wall, her hands grabbing his shirt to pull him hard against her.
 
One of her legs snaked behind his.
 
She wanted him pressed against her from head to foot.

Colby bit her throat, licked the hollow between her collarbone and down into the V of her blue shell.
 
The fabric shredded under his hands.
 
She blinked, looked, but they were human fingers, human hands, now spreading open her shirt, exposing her black lace bra,

They were only in a concrete underground hallway.
 
Anyone could come at any time.
 
The thought just made her press herself harder against him.

One huge, rough, calloused hand moved down from her throat, found her breast and squeezed, cupping it, squeezing, his thumb playing hard over her nipple.
 
Gemma groaned and spread her legs, widening her stance.
 
Colby moved into the space she'd made, sliding one thigh between her legs.

That wasn't close enough.
 
She moved one leg upward, suggestively, and he took her up on it.
 
"Is that what you want?"
 
His voice was a low growl, a chuckle.

He scooped her up, his hands under her ass.
 
Gemma, pressed against the wall, wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her core against him.

Colby slid one hand down between them before she could properly grind against him.
 
She pouted at him.

He laughed.
 
"Just want to feel you, darlin'.
 
Oh, girl, you're wet, clear through.
 
I can feel your heat through your pants."
 
He leaned forward and bit her ear, licked it with a hot wet tongue and whispered, "I can smell you.
 
You smell like want."

She bit at his chin as he pulled back.
 
"I can smell you, too.
 
You smell like an
animal
."

His eyes were dangerous.
 
"You ought to know what you're getting into."
 
But as he spoke he pulled his hand away.
 

She ground her wet, hungry core against the front of his jeans.
 
The package she'd seen outlined earlier was huge, hard as a rock under the denim.
 

"I know what I'm getting into."

"Do you?" he purred.
 
Teasing. Licking.
 
Biting.
 
"I'm not like other men.
 
Think you can handle it?"

"Oh, hell, yeah," she said, and pressed harder against him.
 
Her legs were starting to tremble, the cut starting to throb.
 

He eased her back onto her feet.
 
Knelt at eye level with her core.
 
Second time today he'd done that.
 
This time she felt wild, carnal, anything but embarrassed.
 
She thrust her hips forward.
 
"Do you know what
you're
getting
in to?
" she teased.

"I'm about to find out."
 
He grasped her totally ruined linen pants in both hands and tore them from the waist, shredding them off her body.
 
Gemma barely had time to react when he had plunged his face into the sopping wet black lace of her panties.
 

"God, you smell so good."
 

She arched her back, self aware for an instant, then grabbed handfuls of his curls as he yanked aside the lace and plunged his tongue far into her.
 
His fingers followed, spreading her wide, exposing her clit, her pussy, his tongue following the line of her opening, dipping deep inside and lapping forward like an animal, pausing to suck like a man on her clit, making her buck and moan.
 
She clutched his hair, ground herself in his face.
 

"More," she moaned.
 
"Take me.
 
Take all of me."
 
Her eyes were closed and the scents of hay and horses and cowboys filled her senses.
 

The scent of bear.
 

His thumbs came down over her clit.
 
She bit back a scream, pulled on his hair.
 
"I want to touch you.
 
I want to taste you."

"Patience," he muttered into her.

She didn't have any.
 
She pulled away from him, trying to get to his jeans, his fly, her fingers grazing his cock through the denim but he was too strong.
 
He spun her around, making her laugh, said, "Not yet, my lovely," and pressed his still clad cock into the crack of her ass, pressing aside the last of the black lace, making her pant and moan.
 
Her breasts pressed hard into the wall and she rubbed them there, seeking every sensation, every feeling.
 
Her own hand traveled down the front of her body, her fingers sinking into her own pussy.

"Yeah, show me where you want me," he growled into her ears and she wanted to laugh, wanted to run her hands over her entire body to show him what she wanted.

She heard the zipper on his jeans, and turned back.
 
"Not fair.
 
Not yet.
 
Not without me seeing."

He grinned, gold eyes blazing.
 
"You are greedy."
 
He sounded impressed.

She answered with her own growl, tearing open the snap button denim button-down and exposing his chest.
 
The muscles weren't ripped – there was a layer of insulation over the muscles, making his chest amazingly thick, strong, hugely muscled, like a classical statue.
 
She ran her hands over it, then ran her nails over it, hard, leaving trails, following the red lines with her tongue, leaving him shiny with her saliva even as she worked his belt buckle, grinding her backside against the wall for lack of sensation.
 
His jeans parted.

His cock was enormous, thick, full, hard as any she'd ever had.
 
Her fingers met but just barely when she wrapped her hand around it and slid it all the way to the base, leaving the proud crown out where she could lean down and wrap her lips around it.

He gasped, pulled away.
 
"You'll have me coming doin' that," and even as she said, "That's the idea," he had pulled her up, his mouth on hers, tasting of her.
 
His tongue took her mouth, his teeth grazed her lips.
 
She ran her nails down his back, under his shirt.

He turned her again, facing the wall, rubbed himself on her ass.
 
When she pressed against him, hard, he pulled away and tore off the last of the lace.
 
She was naked from the waist down, hot and wet and aching and she pressed herself to him, let him drag her hips into his.

His cock nudged her opening.
 
So hard, so hot, and she was so wet and ready.
 
Even so, the size of him sliding in made her catch her breath, then catch her lip between her teeth.
 
He thrust hard and sank into her up to his balls.
 
His breath on her neck was hot as the bear’s breath.
 
She shuddered.
 
The hands on her breasts, kneading hard, pinching her nipples, were totally human.
 

She shoved herself back into him, pressing hard, taking him as far as she could, as deep as possible before they both started to rock.
 
She could feel him in every inch of her, pressing, thrusting, bringing wave after wave of pleasure until her knees were too weak to hold her and he pulled her around to face him, forced her legs up around his waist again.
 

Pulling her a little farther from the wall he lengthened her body so her upper back pressed against the wall, her legs around his waist, his cock sunk as deep in her as he could be.
 

She could see the sweat on his forehead, the growl on his lips.
 
His eyes were deep, dark gold, watching her as she writhed in another orgasm, feeling the liquid between them overflow.
 
Her legs were wet with their mingled juices when she saw his face change, the look of concentration gone, his eyes half closing as his own massive orgasm shook him.
 

Colby pumped his hips, giving her ever drop, filling her until Gemma clawed at his shoulders and came one more time.

When he let go of her legs, she slid down the wall and splayed out on the floor.
 
Colby still stood, one hand on the wall above her, his jeans still half on, his cock still half hard.
 
She let her eyes close and reached one hand up to guide him down to the floor beside her.
 

"We can't stay here long," he said.
 

"No," she agreed.
 

"People will come along and find us."

"Yes," she agreed, and this time managed to open her eyes.
 
He was watching her, an expression of mingled lust and maybe love on his face.
 
She thought something had just started today, not just the events of the day, but events setting the stage for days to come.

At the same time, other things had ended.
 
Gemma had no intention of running off with the rodeo, going all country and all bull riders, all cowboy, but she thought she might end up in a few of the cities that Colby did if he didn't invite her to go with.
 
Somehow she didn't think he'd mind.

The door to the past had finally closed, too.
 
Not with a bang.
 
But as a gift.
 
She'd loved her childhood.
 
She'd run in part because it wasn't there anymore and in part because she wanted something new and turned her back on childish things.

But it hadn't been a bad childhood.
 
This didn't mean she had to embrace the lifestyle.

She just didn't have to shut it out completely, either.

It might be nice to see her dad again.
 

Introduce him to the new man in her life.

"You planning to stay around a while?" Colby asked her as if reading her mind.

His words were too close to her thoughts.
 
he had to mean something else.
 
"I've got to try and get that other interview," she said.
 
As if she were the consummate professional.
 
On the concrete floor.
 
With no pants.
 
She started giggling.

He gave her a patient look.
 
"I meant, you going to be around the circuit for a while?"

She met his eyes, wondering what he was asking.

"I mean, if most of your interviews are by phone, doesn't much matter where your body is, does it?"
 
He sweetened the offer with a stroke of his hand over her bare leg.

She shivered.
 
Not only was the door to the past closed, the door to the future was opening.

Colby stood effortlessly and held out a big calloused hand.

Gemma slipped her hand into his.
 
"You were going to give me a ride home," she said.
 
"Let's talk about it on the way."