Her First Time With A Bear (BBW Shifter Romance) (15 page)

Paris wanted to ask if the guy actually knew she was borrowing it, but stopped herself. “I’ll see you soon mom.”

“Bye, Paris.”

“Love you, mom.” But the line had gone dead.

With tears in her eyes she turned to Wes, he opened his arms and she went to him, his embrace comforting and real.

“You did the right thing.”

“Do you think I should tell her?”

“No. There’s no need.”

“What if I have to give evidence?”

“Not going to happen. Tom has decided its best not to press charges.”

She pulled away from him, shocked. “What if they come back?”

“Don’t worry, Paris. They are going to deal with it a different way.”

“Different. How?” She could not see how there was another way. Unless... “Are they going to kill them?” She knew how horrified she looked, but their laws and ways were different to hers, and she realised she had no idea what they were capable of doing to protect their own.

Wes laughed. “That would be a bit too dramatic. Let’s just say by the time the witches have finished with them they won’t even remember Knotted Oak even exists, and they will never have heard of you, or your mom.”

“They can do that?”

“Oh, yes. That and much more.”

Paris sat down heavily on the sofa. “I have no idea what I’m getting into, do I?”

“Not really, but most of it has nothing to do with us. I don’t live by the council's laws.”

“But they affect you, surely? I mean your bar depends on the shifters doesn't it?”

“Yes. But I don’t cause them trouble, so they stay out of my business. In fact, they like that I’m not under their rule, on the whole. It means I am not likely to be corrupted by some rogue member.”

“Rogue member. That kind of thing happens?”

“Yes, and much more. Why I stay out of it. Enough of that for now. What I need to know is whether you are coming to live with me, or if you are staying with your mom. I have to warn you I am leaning more to you living with me, because I sure want you in my bed every night. I am becoming addicted to you Paris.”

“Are you? Well, I might have to lay down some rules of my own.”

“Is that right?” His hands went around her waist and he pulled her towards him. “I am not the kind of bear who takes orders well. In fact, I might have to put you over my knee and spank you if you get out of hand. Teach you who is boss.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that,” she giggled, shocked at her boldness.

“Later, right now I need to be inside you.”

Wes was glad he still had a condom in his pocket; he would have to talk to her about other forms of contraception, at this rate he would need to take out shares in the condom company otherwise. His cock seemed to be constantly hard and ready for her.

Now, without further invitation her bent her over the kitchen table and reached around to undo her jeans, easing them off her hips, and sliding them down her legs. He then used his foot to push her feet apart, his cock straining in the confines of his jeans at the sight of her wet pink sex on show for him.

He slid his finger inside her, feeling her slick heat. Satisfaction filled him; she was as needy as he was. They were made for each other. He ran his hand over her round cheeks, loving the feel of her plump flesh in his hand. Then he could not resist doing as he promised, he pulled his hand back and slapped her flesh, watching the ripples and seeing his palm print on her white skin. She yelped, and jumped.

“Sorry, I could not resist the sight of your beautiful bottom.” He leaned down and kissed where his handprint still stood out against her skin. She wriggled deliciously, and his fingers worked deeper into her. He watched his fingers disappearing, and then pulled them out to see her wet juices glistening on them.

He cock was now painfully hard, he felt like a kid in a sweetie shop, not knowing exactly what to choose, there were so many routes to ultimate pleasure with Paris.

“Do it again,” she asked.

“I don’t know, do you deserve to be spanked?”

“Oh, yes. I’ve been very naughty,” she giggled.

“Sweet Jesus, Paris. When you talk like that all I want to do is fuck you.”

“Please,” she begged.

He changed his position, and slipped his hand around her, between her body and the table, finding her sensitive clit. She jumped again when she felt his finger stroking her there, but he figured if he was going to have to hang on to his need to fuck her a little longer, then she would have to experience this in all its intensity.

He raised his hand, and spanked her bottom once again, her body going forward so that her mound pressed against his fingers. She cried out, and had to grip the edges of the table to keep control. His hand came down against her soft flesh again, and her cry was at a higher pitch, easily noticed by his animal instincts.

She was so wet now her juices were dripping down his fingers, and he slipped a finger inside her to drive her a little bit wilder. Paris edged her feet further apart, inviting him to press deeper. He spanked her again, and her knees buckled, she now whimpered like an injured animal, and Wes knew he could hold on no longer.

Once more, he spanked her, and her sex tightened around his finger, she was so close to coming, teetering on the edge, but he would not let her cross it. Not without his hard cock inside her, he had earned this, to feel her come around him, her sex sheathing his cock, a perfect fit.

He took his hand away, and she protested, begging him to make her come. He dropped his pants, and quickly fitted the condom. Then he pushed her forward so her breasts were pressed flat against the table, and entered her roughly.

The table shoved forward over the floor with his first thrust; he grasped her hip to stop any more forward momentum. Pulling back out and holding her firmly to impale her on his painfully hard length. She cried out with each thrust, her orgasm so close.

He did not hold out for long, the feel of her warm wet sex around him too much. He slapped her ass one more time as he came, telling her she was a good girl for making him fuck her like this.

In return, she said, “Harder. I want to feel you so deep inside me.”

“Those are not the words of a virgin,” he said, doing as she asked.

“I’m not a virgin now, I’m your mate.”

His seed filled her, the condom only just holding back the pressure of him spurting inside her. If he had been worried about having a young naive mate, those fears had passed. She was turning into the kind of woman that excited him, strong and brave, and capable of taking everything a bear could give her.

“Paris, I know you're upset with me, but do you really think moving in with Wes is such a good idea?”

Her mom had been back for three days, and was not happy with the way she found things on her return. Although Paris had not actually moved all of her stuff into the bar, she was living there.

“Really Mom? I can't believe you're asking me that. You've moved in with men that you've known for less time than I've known Wes.” Paris didn't appreciate the fact her mom had decided that now was the time to be a concerned parent.

“But we're not talking about me, are we. This is you. You've worked so hard to get into college. I don't want you to throw it all away now. Not on some man.” Shar cast a resentful look at Wes. “I mean how old is he anyway?”

“Not that old, he's just big.” She followed her mom's gaze, and her heart definitely jumped around a fair bit at the sight of him. If she didn't know better she would think she was experiencing palpitations, and needed a doctor.

“Well I don't like it,” Shar said firmly.

Paris nearly bit back with, ‘Well you shouldn't have left then’ but she didn't. Despite everything she blamed her mom for she had made up her mind not to fall out with her, and she planned to stick to it.

“I'm old enough to make my own decisions,” Paris said, deciding to change the direction f the conversation.

“Old enough? No you are not. How can you know what you want at your age?”

“I'm not that young mom. I'm twenty. Anyway you were younger than I am now when you had me.”

“Exactly. Oh, Paris I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did.”

“Do you ever wish you hadn't had me?” Paris had never meant to ask, but the words had slipped out, and now she needed the answer.

Her mom's face paled. “No,” she whispered. “Never. Is that what you think?”

Paris looked at her mom properly for the first time, or so it seemed. And what she saw was not the woman she thought Shar was. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she slid her hand forward to cover Paris's. “I love you Paris. Don't rush into this, please. Men use you and then cast you aside. If I've driven you into Wes’s arms because you thought I didn't love you, please reconsider.”

“I haven't mom, it's not like that. Wes loves me.”

“They all say that.”

“No. He really does.”

Her mom's face said otherwise. “Look, I have to get back to work. Will you come and have dinner with me after college tomorrow?”

“Sure. But I have homework, so I won't stay too late.”

“No problem. I'll cook your favourite.”

Paris was about to ask Shar if she even knew what her favourite was when a woman brushed past them and sat at the table they had just got up from. Looking at her, Paris saw a woman dressed about as provocatively as it could get. Tight, short top, skirt so short it could have been mistaken for a belt. Worse than that, she was trying to engage Wes in eye contact, angling her body to show off her assets.

Wes looked over at Paris, and then his gaze drifted down to the customer who had just come in. His face fell, and hers lit up. She turned to Paris and said, “Can I have a Sex on the Rocks please, because that is exactly what I am planning on having tonight.”

Paris didn't move, or speak. Her mom looked at her, and saw something was wrong, but could not understand what. She stepped in, and placed herself between Paris and the woman. “I'll take your order.”

“Thanks, and what does your boss drink. Beer, isn't it?”

“You know him?” asked Shar.

“He came looking for sex, last week. It's taken me this long to track him down. He is one guy I am not going to let slip through my fingers.”

Shar looked at her daughter's devastated face, and then turned and looked at Wes. He looked equally horrified. But before she could talk to Paris, her daughter had taken off. For once she acted like a mother should, and followed her.

“Come on, Paris.” She pulled her daughter into the staff room, such as it was. “Talk it out with him. It might not be what you think.”

“But it's exactly what you think, isn't it? He slept with her, when he was supposed to be in love with me.”

“Ask him about it. I mean why would he go after something like that when he could have you.” Her mom stroked her face, affectionately.

“Exactly. Look at her, all skinny legs and skimpy clothes. Then look at me...”

“Beautiful, clever, patient, loyal. I could go on all night. I've never told you this, but I am so proud of you. You are the reason I came back, not because of some stupid guy. It was the first time I had gone off without you, and I realised it wasn't fun by myself.”

“Mom,” Paris whispered. “I thought I held you back, made you drag your feet.”

“So did I. But I know now that isn't true. I'm sorry Paris, I guess I should have explained a few things to you years ago, but I never knew how.” She wiped the tears from Paris's cheeks. “Now go out there and get your bear.”

“My what!” Paris could not believe what her mom had said, perhaps it was coincidence, but she didn't think so.

“You do know don't you? I mean he didn't do the dirty with you and not tell you everything?”

“No. No he...But how did you know?”

“I have a nose for them. Shifters generally.”

“How...you never said.”

“No. Well they like to keep their secrets. I have sworn never to tell.”

“Sworn. I don't understand at all.” For now all thoughts of Wes had gone, she needed to hear what her mother had to say. Something inside her told her how important this was.

“Your father made me swear.” Shar looked at Paris's shocked face. “It's why I came back here, the house we are living in, I've stayed there before.”

“When?” Paris racked her brains, but could not remember ever living here before.

“Twenty one years ago. I thought. I hoped that perhaps your father would come back here.”

“Why now?”

“You were conceived in that house, Paris. Some kind of nostalgia brought me back. I know how stupid it sounds.” She shrugged, her voice becoming distant. “Then, last week I chickened out and left. I mean if your father did come back here he wouldn't want me, look at me, all used up. He'd want you, his beautiful daughter.”

“Mom. How could you have held this all inside for so long?”

“Because it hurt so much. Your father was the love of my life, and then he left.” Her mom wiped away a tear that trickled down her cheek. “I have spent the last twenty years trying to prove to myself that there's nothing wrong with me, that I'm attractive to men. But always I think I've been searching for him.”

“I understand. Because if I ever lost Wes, that is how I would feel.”

Her mom cupped Paris's face in her hands. “Then go back out there and get him. If he is the one, and by the look on his face when he thought he had lost you, he is, then you grab hold of it with both hands and don't let go. Don't end up like me.”