Delta Bear (Rogue Bear Series 2) (4 page)

S
he flipped
through her third magazine before throwing it in the recycling bin. “This is stupid,” she huffed.

She hadn’t been able to do one useful thing on her day off. She couldn’t do anything but think about Jax and his hands on her. The way his mouth felt teasing her skin. She’d never felt anything so possessive and hot in her life.

Haley looked at her phone. He hadn’t called yet, but why should she count on that? He didn’t owe her anything. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had dates go bad before. Maybe she had misread the attraction cues. Maybe he was only using her to get back in the dating game. She was like a bad test run, and he realized it wasn’t what he wanted.

She didn’t want to remember what had brought her to Watkin. It was a small town, with one area hospital that served a fifty-mile radius. Most medical students didn’t exactly classify it as the ideal place to finish residency. But she thought she was following Mr. Right.

Mr. Right had ended up taking another residency in Seattle, leaving her alone in Watkin. She clenched her jaw, remembering how it felt rolling into town alone. How it felt when she told the landlord she was taking the house by herself. How it felt when she only had half the things she needed to set up the house. Mr. Right had been nothing but heartbreak and disappointment.

She wasn’t enough for him—he made that clear. He wanted the perfect wife to give him the perfect family. Haley’s chest tightened. The memory of why he left made her angry. He hadn’t even been willing to try options or give her a chance. After she received the diagnosis he took off as if she were toxic. She expelled a giant breath. No one had ever made her feel so useless and worthless.

It was better this way. She could focus on the medicine. Focus on her patients. Focus on all the things in her life that mattered. But looking out of her kitchen window she wondered what that even meant anymore.

He drove until his truck was almost out of gas. The answer wasn’t any different than when he first got behind the wheel. If he didn’t take his mate, the clan would be conquered before he got back from his next mission. If he did take her, he would leave her alone to face the feud Brandon hadn’t been able to dispel.

Neither was a good choice. But his bear was hungry for her. Now that he knew her, she was all he could think about.

There was a time when he ran from his responsibilities as an alpha. He joined the Army and quickly applied for Special Forces school. He knew with his bear strength and skill he would be able to graduate all the schools. He could file through the ranks faster than any man.

But he didn’t stop there. He wanted to be in Delta Force, the elite of the elite. And not only that, he had to lead a team.

Brandon hadn’t been wrong. He was doing all the things for the country he should have been doing for his clan. All the time he was in the Middle East he thought the bear in him was winning. The bear helped him survive. The bear made finding targets easier. The bear helped him heal when most men would have died. The bear saved lives.

But the bear wasn’t the one taking over, he was being suffocated. The longer Jax focused on Delta Force, the longer his bear had to wait to have what he truly wanted—a place in the Landon legacy.

He put the truck in park and stared at the house.

There was a light on.

He knew when he pulled away from Brandon’s he was going to end up here. He was always going to end up here.

H
aley poured
a glass of wine and sat on the couch. Her DVR was loaded. Nights in the ER kept her from watching much TV. She flipped through the last few shows she had recorded. There should be something on here to keep her mind from reliving the moment on the quilt with Jax under the stars. But even the hottest TV heartthrob didn’t compare. She sighed.

She jumped when she heard the knock on the door. She stood, grasping her wine. What the hell?

She pulled the door open. Her jaw dropped. His chest was heaving, his eyes blazing. It looked like he hadn’t slept in twenty-four hours.

“Jax? Are you ok?” She scanned his eyes for an answer.

He walked in her living room. Before she could demand an answer from him, he grabbed her glass of wine and placed it on the table. He turned towards her as he wrapped her in his arms, bringing his mouth over hers.

She started to push against his chest, but his lips were firm and her resistance faded as he tongue slipped inside. She moaned as it twined against hers. His arms held her tightly against his chest. She couldn’t think. She could barely breathe. The kiss was hot and wild. Rough and passionate.

She sighed when he pulled back and looked in her eyes.

“What’s going on?” she whispered. She wanted him to kiss her like that again. Kiss her like he was starving for her.

“You’re a strong woman, Haley.”

She nodded, having no idea where he was going with this.

“And you’re smart. You’re independent.”

“You aren’t making any sense.”

His hands twisted in her hair as he drew her lips to his. “You’re exactly what I need.”

She moaned as his lips crushed hers. The kiss spread fire through her limbs, coating her veins with more want than she knew existed. Her hands flew to his neck, clinging to him, coaxing him closer as their mouths devoured each other.

His teeth nipped at her throat as he trailed over her collarbone and kissed behind her ear and shoulder. His hands coasted over her hips.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” Her head reeled back as she felt his fingers tug at the hem of her shirt and drag it over her head.

He kneeled to the floor, planting kisses against her soft flesh. He inched upward, taking her breasts in his hands. “You’re perfect, Haley.”

She shook her head. “No, I’m not.”

She looked down as his rough hands landed on her breasts. His fingers were peeling the fabric down and she felt one nipple freed and then the other. She had a thousand protests in the back of her throat. Reasons she shouldn’t be getting ready to have sex with this man who was practically a stranger. Reasons his mouth shouldn’t be on her tits. Reasons she shouldn’t crave him, but he began to suck slowly. So slowly she could feel her nipple perk in his mouth.

Once his tongue began to flick and twirl over it, she knew the reasons were lost.

“Oh, God.” She reached for his neck.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you.” He stood to face her. “Just like that.” He rolled the nipple between his finger and thumb, and she whimpered at his touch.

Jax lifted her against his chest. “Where is your bed?” His eyes raked over her chest.

“The last door,” she breathed, bringing his lips to hers.

She knew as he walked along the hall she was saying yes to everything he wanted to do. She could care less about the chemical reactions snapping through her body. She wanted him to take her to bed. She wanted to shed all the walls that kept her from experiencing life. The ones that made her analyze every little situation.

He laid her across the bed. His hungry lips kissed between her breasts, along her stomach and against her hips. His fingers yanked at the waistband of her yoga pants until they were piled on the floor.

His hot breath trailed between her legs. He cupped against the silky fabric, already wet. She felt his fingers hook on her panties as he jerked them over her thighs.

It had been so long. So long since a man had looked at her the way Jax did. So long since she had been kissed. And so long since she felt the bliss of a man between her legs.

“Ohh.” She let out a long sigh as his fingers began to slide between her folds, circling her nub before massaging at her entrance. She bucked toward him, her hips rocking to meet his rhythm.

He watched her. “I said I’m going to taste you.”

Haley closed her eyes, as Jax’s hands landed on the inside of her thighs and began to pry her legs wide. Then she felt the lightning strokes of his tongue as he began to lick between her legs, tracing the lines of her folds.

She reached for his head, needing to grip something. Needing to tell him how good he was making her feel.

His tongue plunged inside her and she immediately clenched at it. He dipped in and out, licking and sucking until she felt the delicious waves begin to consume her. His tongue flicked over her sensitive bud until the sensations rolled through her in giant bursts of color.

“Ohh,” she moaned. “Yes, God, yes.”

Jax kept her pinned to the bed, lashing his tongue against her until the last wave of her orgasm stilled.

He licked along her thigh and planted a kiss at the top of her knee.

His eyes blazed with lust. “Do you like how that feels?”

She nodded. “I fucking love it.” She smiled.

“Good, doc because I plan on giving you more.”

She moved to her knees, crawling forward. “Can I show you how much I liked it?”

Her hands landed on his zipper. It wasn’t enough. She shimmied the jeans over his hips, until he kicked them out of the way. Her fingers tugged the band on his boxers until he was naked.

She stared at him in disbelief. Jax was long and hard. His thickness took her by surprise. As a doctor she had seen her share of naked men, but Jax was more than the perfect male specimen, he was gorgeous and athletic, sculpted and hot. She took one look at his cock and wanted a taste of him. She kneeled in front of him, licking her lips.

Her tongue touched the bead of dew on the head. She flicked over it, drawing a moan from his throat. Her eyes locked on his as she drew him into her mouth, slowly. His hips jerked forward.

“Fuck, Haley.”

She took him farther, sliding and swirling her tongue around his shaft. He grabbed the back of her head as he rocked deeper into her mouth. His skin was soft and silky. She loved how he filled her. She loved the sounds coming from his chest. The movements quickened until he yanked her head back.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “I want you first.”

Haley rose from the floor. Her eyes never leaving his. Her core was burning. She was wet and hot. She lay back on the bed, watching as Jax crawled toward her. His broad shoulders full of strength and power.

“You’re so perfect.” His mouth landed on her nipple and she bowed as he began to suck hard and fierce.

The sensations fired between her legs. “I’m not,” she answered.

His fingers feathered between her legs. He massaged the little bud, until she was desperate for him to fill her.

“But you are.” He dipped one finger inside then another, prying her legs wider.

“You don’t know me, Jax,” she whimpered. Her hips were rocking wildly as his fingers sank deeper.

“I know what you taste like,” he growled. “I know your body was meant for mine.”

She felt him settle between her legs, his hard cock nudged against her thigh. He pushed himself up on his palms, staring in her eyes.

“You don’t have to worry,” she whispered.

“Worry about what?” His eyes searched hers.

“We don’t need protection.”

She saw the smile on his face. She knew then he wasn’t planning on using it anyway.

“Why do you say that?” He kissed her neck.

“I can’t get pregnant. You don’t have to worry.” Her body arched toward his.

He rolled to the side, his face covered in concern. “What in the hell are you talking about?”

“We can talk about it later,” she breathed. She wanted him back on top of her, more than anything inside her.

“Tell me.” He propped himself on his elbow, and she realized he was putting the brakes on everything.

“All right. The down and dirty diagnosis is I have one ovary that doesn’t work and the other one would need fertility treatment to wake it up. That’s the non-medical way to explain it.”

He ran his hands over his head.

“What’s wrong, Jax? Does that change what we were doing?”

They were lying on her bed naked. About to fuck like two people who hadn’t been with anyone else in way too long. She knew it. He knew it. She needed this as much as he did. But he was lying on his back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Haley sat forward, drawing one leg over him, then the other until she was straddled over him. She felt his cock jerk between her legs.

“Oh no, not like that.” He grabbed her by the hips, and flipped her on her stomach.

Haley squealed as Jax kissed her neck and licked down her back. His tongue landed on her generous ass and she felt his hands grip her hips. He lifted her in the air. She couldn’t stop watching him. His hands rubbed and massaged until he had her spread wide on her knees.

“You have no idea exactly how perfect you are,” he groaned.

She wasn’t going to argue with him. His tongue was circling over her entrance and she began to grind in rough jerks, trying to clench his tongue.

“Are you going to fuck me, Jax?” she moaned through her teeth. Her hands gripped the pillows next to her head.

“Is that what you want me to do to you?” His palm traced over her back until her grabbed her hair, yanking it back.

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Tell me to take you like this.”

She missed his tongue. She missed his fingers. She was quivering on the inside, but all she wanted was his shaft driving into her. He was a big strong man. She knew it would be as hard as a steel rod.

“Like this.” She wiggled her ass back in forth. “I want you like this. Take me.”

She closed her eyes, waiting for him. And then she felt him at her entrance, the tip of his cock barely pressed against her heat.

“You’re so wet. But so tight,” he groaned. It only seemed to turn him on more.

His hand tightened in her hair and as her head met the base of her shoulder, her bottom rose to meet him. He drove himself inside her with a growl that sent a shudder through her entire body.

“Ohh.” She bucked at his force and then began to ride his hardness into pleasure.

“Oh fuck, doc.” He plunged harder, yanking her head back.

But she moved wildly against him, taking the jolts of lighting. It felt amazing. “Fuck me harder, please,” she whimpered.

He pumped against her. Each stroke deeper than the last.

Her breaths turned to gasps as he took her with primal need. It was heated glory how his cock slid inside her, then drew back before gliding in again. Every time his skin touched her she felt the fire tingle in her blood. There was nothing like it.

She had wondered how long it had been since Jax had been with another woman. Two years overseas was a long time. He was unleashing everything on her and it felt fucking amazing. She wanted to flip on her back and look in his dark eyes. She wanted to see the expression in his eyes as he pumped hard inside her.

She tried to push off the bed, but as she rose he took her breasts in his rough palms and pulled her back to his chest.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. Like this she could ride him up and down while his fingers tugged her nipples.

His mouth landed on her neck as he kissed and sucked behind her ear and along her shoulder. The fever inside her was burning. She whimpered for him to release her, but the more his hands tortured her the tighter the coil wound in her core. She rode him faster, desperate to come like this. And then in an unexpected movement, his hand slid between her legs, flicking at her pulsing bud.

“Jax,” she called his name. “Please, please.”

His fingers worked back and forth while he whispered in her ear. “Come for me.”

She leaned her head back on his shoulder as the waves began to crack and ripple through her. She clenched around him as the quivering took control of her body. His arms circled her and he held her close while everything she knew shattered and shook.

Her eyes widened when she heard a growl come from his chest. “That was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His teeth nipped at her ear.

Jax’s hands slid over her stomach, palming her thighs. She couldn’t help the rocking in her hips. He was still hard and she wanted more. Another life-altering orgasm just like that one.

In one swift motion he lifted her off of him and rolled her on her back. She smiled, knowing she was going to get exactly what she wanted.