Sam (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 2) (45 page)

He made a deep growl and she went even wetter. He ran his fingertips along her shoulder and neck, tangled her hair in them and massaged her scalp. He pulled her head back to stop her.

“Now. My turn. Stand.”
 

He dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart. She moved her feet to keep standing, but found it very difficult when he put his tongue on her. He flicked her clit and moved his finger in and out. She tried to pull back, to stop him, but it was too late.
 

She reached down and dug her fingers into his hair as she came all over his face. He smiled up at her and held up one finger.

“Let’s see how many more we can get,” he said.

He lay her down on the bed and rolled her to her side. He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, and she finally got a full view of his extremely fit body. Everything about him was large. Everything.

He knelt with his legs on either side of hers and brought one of her legs up. He held her knee up with her other leg straight. She’d never tried this position before and it seemed unusual. But then he leaned over her and his cock was so close to her pussy, she moaned in anticipation.

He rubbed the tip against her, circling her clit and slipping it in a tiny bit before taking it back out. From this angle, he had full access to every part of her. He gripped her ass tight and pushed into her a little farther.

“Amir,” she moaned. “Stop teasing me and fuck me already.”

He laughed. “No.” Then he pulled out completely.

She groaned in frustration. He teased her more, dipping in and out of her, but never entering her fully. He rubbed her clit while making shallow thrusts.

She started to get lightheaded again and the rush was right there. She bit her lip and moaned. Then, suddenly and forcefully, he thrust into her hard and deep. She came as he entered, crying out loudly in the surprise and the rush of bliss. He leaned down to kiss her and held up two fingers.

“You’re driving me so wild,” she said. “I can’t take it.”

“You’ll take it.” He smacked her ass. “You’ll take everything I give you.”

She moaned again and thought she would bite through her lip. She gripped the sheets so tight, they started to pull off the bed.

Amir kept her knee up and thrust into her several times, deep and hard, like she liked it. He circled around and moved faster and faster until she cried out loudly again and he held up three fingers.

“Ahh,” she cried out. “I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“At least one more.”

He pulled out of her and rubbed the tip of his cock all around her, getting her wet again. He stuck his finger in and out a few times, then slid into her slowly. He pulled backed and pushed in slow, slower. Then he did something she’d never felt before.

He took his wet pinky and circled it around her ass, letting the tip press in ever so slightly. She was surprised by the sensation and surprised even more at how she liked it. She moved her hips back to press her ass against his pinky. He slid it in farther and as he moved his cock in and out of her pussy and his pinky in and out of her ass, she came hard and slow. It was a long orgasm. Longer than she’d ever had before in her life.
 

She lay still on the bed, unable to move. He thrust into her a few times hard and fast and then he fell into shudders beside her.

She looked up at him, amazed. “The first time I saw you, I thought you’d be a good lay, but holy crap. I never imagined this. If I’d have known, I wouldn’t have waited weeks to sleep with you.”

He grinned and kissed her. “Glad you liked it.”

“Do me a favor?” she said.

“What’s that?”

“Do me again.”

He laughed and let out a sigh. “Give me a few minutes to recuperate.”

“I don’t think so.”

She moved down to take him in her mouth again, until he got hard. It didn’t take nearly as long as she thought it would. Then she slid up his body, positioned herself over him, and slid him inside her.

Now that she was in control, she didn’t waste much time. She may not have drawn things out slow like he did, but he felt so good inside her, she didn’t want to take it slow. She slammed her hips into him again and again until they both came one more time.

“Can we rest now?” he asked. “You might kill me if you make me cum one more time.”

“Okay, but only for a little while.”

He turned on his side and pulled her close, then kissed her a little while they lay tangled in each other.

“You’re wild,” he breathed into her ear. “I like that.”

“You’re the wild one.” She growled at him and bit his earlobe.

When finally, she got up later to go home, she found a message waiting from Davis. She listened to the voice mail, then looked at Amir with a grin and squealed.

“What?” he asked.

“That was my boss. He just gave me a raise and promoted me to senior journalist because of the story I did and the video.”

“Excellent. You did good work.”

“Yeah.” She chuckled. “He actually said, ‘someone willing to trespass and break and enter just to get a story deserves to be promoted.’ Which means, in Davis language, that he’s happy with my work.”

“I’m glad.” Amir reached out and hugged her waist, kissing her stomach as he sat on the bed. “I changed my mind,” he said. “Don’t leave. Stay and make love to me again. We need to celebrate.”

“Again?” She dropped her purse and leaned down to kiss him. “Four times in one night wasn’t enough?”

“I can never get enough of you, wild one.”  

Kurt

Bear Dating Agency III

by

Becca Fanning

The car pulled up to the edge of the forest, and Stacey McKinley got her first glimpse of the mark. He was tall and broad, with a chest almost twice the width of the man beside her in the car, and he had a floppy mess of wet, blonde hair that he was trying to tame. It was a damnably hot day, the sun beating down on a happy crowd of campers by the lakeside. The damp blonde had just pulled himself out of the water, where he’d been recovering a small dog who could barely paddle. He was returning the dog to its grateful owners, his damp park ranger’s uniform sticking to every curve and bulge of his muscular frame.

He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man Stacey had ever seen.

“Kurt Best,” the man beside her said, flicking through a notebook. “Owing seven thousand dollars, payment date was one month ago.”

Kurt looked happy and cheerful, not the sort of guy who was hiding a considerable debt. Stacey watched him among the crowd, seeing how those campers seemed to idolize him. What did he even need seven grand for? Surely a ranger’s salary in a park as large as Fairhaven was damn good money. Stacey found herself drawn to his cheerful face, that playful grin with the dimples. His eyes might have sparkled, if she’d been close enough to make them out.

“Hey, you listening to me?” the man beside her asked.

He’d said something else, after the seven thousand, but she hadn’t heard it. Now, she tore her gaze away from the lakeside and the sunshine, back to the dark recesses of the car. Their windows were tinted to block the sun, and the AC was blasting a frozen stream of air straight at her legs. The man beside her put his hand on Stacey’s knee, and he was just as cold to touch.

“Sorry Jack,” Stacey said with a stammer. “I was just thinking.”

“Good,” Jack answered with a thin smile. “It’s going take strategy to get to this one. Best’s line is that he can’t pay, he doesn’t have the money, but I think it’s bull. You’re gonna get in there and find out if he’s got savings or possessions we can reclaim. A car, a property share, whatever. You got that?”

Stacey nodded. She had to play the role Jack had made for her. It was her job, had been for a few years now, and it paid well. When she’d first met Jack, he was only a doorman throwing people out of nightclubs. Now, he was a collector, and she was too. It was their job to source money back from those who’d borrowed from Big Al Moschino. Once they had Kurt’s seven grand, they’d see a nice slice of commission. Jack took hold of Stacey’s hands, like he was thinking the same thing.

“We do good work together,” he said. “Just focus on the task.”

Stacey felt her stomach do a flip. Jack sometimes tried to cross a line in their partnership. She hated it but the money was too good to pass up.
 

“I’d better get to work scouting this guy out,” Stacey said, breaking their contact to reach for the door.

She was almost out of the car when Jack cleared his throat. Stacey looked back at him, seeing the hope in his dark eyes turn to grim seriousness. He got little lines on his pale face when he was serious, and there were shadows beneath his gaze.

“One other thing I ought to mention,” he began.
 

Stacey waited in silence.

“This guy,” Jack continued, “I’ve got intel that says he’s a shifter. He can turn into a bear, Stacey. Be careful.”

Stacey simply nodded, and walked towards the lakeside.

Kurt Best was probably the easiest mark Stacey had ever had to find. She had watched him at the lakeside all afternoon, reclining in the Californian sun from a respectable distance, until the crowds seemed to be drawn away by an imaginary dinner bell. The sun was fading when Kurt got into his Land Rover and cruised away, but he soon popped up again at the grill-style restaurant where dinner service was beginning. Stacey had booked herself a table for one, and she was sitting alone in the corner when the maître-d’ approached her.

“Excuse me, miss, but I wondered if you wouldn’t mind sharing your table?” he asked politely. “We’re almost at capacity.”

When Stacey looked up and saw Kurt standing behind the waiter with a hopeful grin, she couldn’t believe her luck. She nodded, and the waiter vanished a moment later, leaving the bulky ranger to settle himself in a chair. He was still dressed in his uniform, though he’d dried out, and smoothed his blonde mop of hair back into an unruly wave. He had a shadow of pale fuzz growing about his jaw, and a sprinkling of chest hair visible in the v of his shirt.

“I saw you today at the lake,” Kurt said. “I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.”

Inside, Stacey let out a curse. She had meant to be inconspicuous at first, approach the guy slowly, but clearly he was alert. Whether that was to do with his shifter powers or not remained to be seen. When Stacey offered him a casual smile by way of a reply, she happened to catch his eye. His gaze was golden, shining like two perfect rings, reflecting the glorious lights of the restaurant. He dazzled her for a moment, and she lost her footing.

“I, uh… No. I mean, of course not. I’m Stacey.”

She hadn’t meant to give her real name, and when Kurt gave her his, she tried her best not to look like she already knew it. Stacey nodded and shook his hand, her fingers warm in his grip for the briefest moment.

“I was out catching some sun today,” she explained, hearing the nerves in her own voice. “I’m just here to relax awhile, you know? I live in LA, and it’s pretty busy down there.”

“It is,” Kurt agreed. “I go down to the city most weekends.”

Stacey knew that too. Kurt had to be involved with something in LA, else he never would have met Big Al and borrowed so much money. She took a sip of her drink, hoping that the maître-d’ would be back soon to take their food order. But the grill was overflowing with customers and not very well staffed. She hadn’t had time to plan what she would say to Kurt, to wile her way into his confidence, but she couldn’t throw the opportunity away now that it had landed in her lap.

“You don’t like to eat at home?” she asked him. “I mean, if you’re a ranger here, you must live nearby.”

“I do,” Kurt said with a nod. “Fairhaven’s family run. We all live in a huge lodge in the east sector. But to be honest, if I get dinner at home my Gram tries to make me eat sauerkraut. Like, every night. I’m not joking.”

He made her laugh. It was a natural laugh, something Stacey hadn’t done in quite a while. Her life was so serious, and Kurt was so jolly. They didn’t match, not really, but Stacey could play her part well enough to make him think that they did. Jack had always been very specific about how she should lead the marks on. Give them giggles, be flirty, and she could kiss them if she needed to. Nothing more than kissing, though, not ever. Just enough to make them trust her, and answer her questions.

“And you like eating out here, with everyone else?” Stacey pressed. “I thought you rangers would be sick of people after running around for them all day.”

“I guess,” Kurt said, cocking his head to one side. “My brother, Hart, he likes his quiet time at the end of the day. And our cousin Reinicke, well, he hates people in general. He practically lives at the outpost where only a few hikers go by every day.”

“But not you?” Stacey said, smiling.

“I like to meet new faces,” Kurt replied. “Like yours.”

Something flushed in Stacey’s chest. The smile on her face had come unbidden, and she knew at once that she was in trouble. Of all the men she’d beguiled for Jack over the last couple of years, Kurt was the first that she’d felt easy with. She had known from the moment she saw him that he was painstakingly gorgeous to view, but up close, there was something else about him. He gave off joy like it was a scent, with every movement and every flicker of his golden gaze.