Bearly Living: Foxhollow Den #1 (Alaskan Den Men) Page 3

  She tossed the donut she’d picked up back inside the basket. “So I get a side of lecture with my orgasm.”

  “Not a lecture. Lessons. One bear lesson for every time we’re together. And there will be multiple orgasms.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t like shifting. I don’t like being out of control. I don’t like being the bear. That’s what the sex is for if my theory is right. To squash her.”

  “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.” He willed her to agree. Then he’d coax her back into his lap.

  Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm while she contemplated his agreement. Her eyes sparked when she looked up. “How do I know the sex will be worth the trade? Maybe I need a taste orgasm to see if I’m buying what you’re selling.”

  Grant moved to her with the speed of a hawk-owl catching its prey and pushed her back onto the thick blanket. His body covered hers and his mouth hovered above her parted lips. The heat of her breath grazed his face. Her pupils dilated, and the bright evening sunlight highlighted the flecks of gold accenting her brown eyes. “I think a taste is a perfect idea. I’ve wanted to taste you since the second you stormed into the hardware store. All fury and wild temper.”

  He reached for the hem of her blue dress and pulled it to her waist, immediately pleased she’d told the truth about her missing underwear. He knew exactly where he’d start with his taste. He sat back on his knees and absorbed the beauty of her half naked body. A small triangular patch of blonde hair accompanied her sex. He coaxed her legs into a bent position to have a better view of her folds.

  Perfection.

  He worked a trail of kisses down the inside of one thigh and stopped just before reaching her center. A soft moan escaped her lips. He gave the same treatment to her opposite thigh and once again stopped short, deciding to work his way back up with his tongue. Her hips jerked in response.

  Good.

  He sucked on the inside of her thigh and at the same time teased a circle around her clit with his index finger. Her hips squirmed under the gentle pressure.

  “More,” she said.

  Grant chose another area on her thigh to assault with his mouth and replaced his finger with his thumb. He pressed harder, and she moaned louder in response.

  “I could spend days on your thighs,” he said between kisses.

  “Days?”

  “Oh yeah. Your curves are more delicious than any basketful of sugary sweets.” Cheesy shit, but he meant every word. Sliding his thumb across her crease, he reveled in how wet she’d become. His cock pushed hard against his pants, but he wasn’t ready to fill her yet. Instead he slid his index finger inside her folds and began a slow in-and-out rhythm. All the way in and all the way out.

  Bobbie grabbed the blanket and moved her hips against his hand every time he pushed his finger deep inside her.

  “Faster,” she ordered between pants.

  He slid in a second finger and increased his speed. When she pushed hard against him, he placed his free hand on her stomach to hold her in place. The walls of her sex tightened around his fingers, and he added one more, stretching her further.

  “Yes!” She moaned loud and full, filling the air around them with her voice.

  Her body fought against his hand, but he held her steady. Grant latched on to her thigh near her sex and sucked hard. She came against his hand, and the powerful throbbing of the walls of her sex swelled, engulfing his fingers in hot sex.

  When the pulsing slowed to a stop, Grant leaned back and observed his handy work. A dark purple hickey spotted her inner thigh. Bobbie’s deep breaths lifted her breasts up against the dress still covering her upper torso. The light breeze moved her hair across her forehead.

  Her lips curved into a smile. “I agree to bear lessons in exchange for many more of those.”

  “Good. Because that teaser is nothing compared to what’s coming next.”

  Grant paused a moment to take in her beauty. Tan curves proved she liked spending time outdoors whether she admitted it or not. Bobbie would probably be happiest on the beach or hiking in a park and not even realize it was the bear pulling her towards those excursions to nature.

  His cock throbbed, but he didn’t want to rush. Once he took off his pants, once he entered her, claimed her for his own, there’d be something more between them than a hot, summer fling. They’d be connected on a much deeper level. He knew this because when he looked in her eyes, he felt a level of contentment he knew he’d never feel with anyone else.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Like what?” His voice sounded heavy and gruff to his own ears.

  “Like you’re going to run.”

  “Not a chance. I’m not done with you yet.”

  “Good.” Bobbie sat up and lifted the dress over her head. She threw it to the side and very slowly turned over. “Because I’m dying to see what’s coming next.”

  Grant removed his clothes with jerky tugs and pulls, grateful he hadn’t resorted to ripping them off. She backed up on her knees and lowered her head to the blanket. The view of her ass-up squashed any doubts about taking her. A foil packet lay close to her side, and he put on the protection. She was hot and wet, and he didn’t hesitate to guide himself within her sex completely. When his hips met her ass cheeks, she gasped and wiggled against him. A most perfect fit.

  Wanting a better grip, he moved her hair over one shoulder and gripped her hard around the other. With one hand on her hip and one on her shoulder, he slid his cock in and out pushing harder and harder with each thrust. Her pants and moans met his own.

  She grabbed fist-fulls of the blanket beneath them and moaned for him to go harder. Just when he felt her tighten around him, she looked over her shoulder.

  “Pull my hair, now.” She commanded between pants.

  Unable to deny her anything at the moment, he let go of her shoulder and grabbed a fistful of her long, blonde hair. With her head pulled back, her voice deepened.

  He squeezed the flesh at her hip harder, unafraid of bruising her. His thrusts were hard and powerful, and Bobbie screamed and moaned until he felt her entire body tighten, and her release hit him like tall waves breaking against the shore. Her sex pulsed around him and, unable to hold back, he allowed his release to follow and with it a guttural growl deep from within. The sound of his pleasure echoed off the trees.

  His bear claiming her bear.

  Chapter Four

  Samantha skipped into the kitchen of Total B.S. Donuts, a happy smile pulling at her lips. “The eggs are cleaned off the front window.”

  “I noticed. Grant made his brothers clean it off at five-thirty this morning.” Bobbie was glad to see her cousin happy. She scrubbed a sink full of donut pans and she hummed to the radio as the evening before played on a loop in her mind. After the best doggy-style of her life, she and Grant had spent the next hour just kissing before the mosquitoes made them pack up and leave.

  Samantha gave her a sweet side hug, but her smile dropped as she leaned in to sniff Bobbie’s neck. “You’re mating with a Wright?”

  Bobbie smacked her away with a hand full of suds. “That’s a weird thing to say. I don’t ‘mate’ with anyone.”

  “I can smell him on you.”

  “I was wrong. That is much weirder.” Bobbie raised an arm for a sniff of her own. All she smelled was deodorant with a light hint of strawberry frosting. She shrugged one shoulder. The joys of being in a bear family. “He’s helping me with my anger problem.”

  “That family has said some pretty hurtful things to me and about me.”

  She finished the last pan and dried her hands. “Why didn’t you tell me about Grant’s sister?”

  Samantha ducked her face into a cabinet. “Because no one knows the true story, and it’s not my place to correct them. When Caroline returns, she’ll set everything straight.”

  “And that’s all you’re going to tell me? Caroline’s been gone six months. That’s a long time to wait for
explanations.”

  Samantha grabbed several containers of sprinkles and placed them on the stainless steel counter. “I just can’t right now. No one would believe my side anyway without Caroline to corroborate it. Let’s just leave it for now, okay?”

  Bobbie hated herself for questioning her cousin. “You’re a good person, Samantha. And I appreciate you letting me hide up here. If you want me to stop seeing him, I will. I’m here for fewer problems, not to create more.”

  Samantha poured an absurd amount of chocolate sprinkles in her hand and transferred them to her mouth. After several thoughtful crunches, she winked. “No. If you’re happy, I’m happy. After all, it’s not like you are from here and a part of the drama. But maybe scrub down with donut batter after you’re around him so Dad doesn’t pick up on his scent.”

  “And you got weirder.” She flicked a few spilled sprinkles across the counter at her cousin. For the first time in as far back as she could remember since moving to Foxhollow the mood between them was equally light.

  A tap at the back door drew them out of their giggles. Bobbie opened the door just enough to stick out her face. “Can I help you?”

  Grant leaned against the door jam. A sexy half-smile played at his lips. “I’m done painting the wall Magenta Mist. The bush planes will see your donut shop from ten miles out.”

  “Mission accomplished. How would you like to be repaid for all your hard work?”

  He reached through the door and tugged on the apron strap tied at her waist. “By licking chocolate syrup off every inch of your body.”

  Imaginative. Grant continued to surprise her. “That could get sticky.”

  Another tug of the apron strap, and it fell in a puddle of cloth at her feet. “I hope so.”

  “Enhanced hearing, people,” Samantha shouted. Her tone was only partly teasing.

  Grant’s smile changed to a concerned frown.

  Bobbie stepped through the door into the alley. After she shut it tightly behind her, she placed her arms around Grant’s neck. She nuzzled the scruff already growing back under his chin. “Don’t worry. Samantha won’t say anything. You know, I kinda like having a secret lover.”

  “I like being called your lover, but you owe me a one for one, remember? Wear hiking boots tonight. And plenty of unscented bug spray.”

  The man had perfect timing if his intent was to slaughter the sexy mood. She allowed her arms to flop to her sides. A business woman of her word, she refused to back down from a deal. “Fine. I’ll meet you around the corner same time as last night.”

  She pivoted and returned to the kitchen, slamming the door behind her.

  “The atmosphere turned moody awful fast.” Samantha finished off the chocolate sprinkles and began working on the crushed shortbread cookies. At this rate they’d have no toppings to add to all the donuts she’d baked earlier in the day.

  Bobbie slapped a metal mixing bowl on the counter. “He doesn’t get it. I don’t want to become ‘one with the bear’ or whatever mantra stuff he has in mind. Why can’t we just have a good time? I haven’t felt this calm in years. The good times are what I need.”

  “Why don’t you tell him that?” Samantha helped by measuring out the basic ingredients for plain cake donuts.

  Bobbie added a dollop of sour cream and milk. “Because that may be the end of my good times. And from what I’ve already experienced, they are going to be phenomenally good.”

  Samantha took the bowl from her and used a wooden spoon to fold the mixture together. The crease between her eyebrows deepened. “If it’s just good times—and we have got to stop calling it that—why can’t you find someone else to fill that void? Alaska is bear country. There’s no shortage of horny shifters willing to help you solve your problem.”

  The question shouldn’t have given her pause. Was he the only man who could cure her savage beast? The last couple of non-bear guys she’d dated had done more to aggravate her than satiate her. And she didn’t want to test out other shifters. Grant knew the exact buttons to push. She finally shrugged. “There’s something different about him.”

  “You know, it’s been an entire day without a prank.” Samantha bopped her head along with a fast-paced country song.

  Bobbie took the bowl from Samantha and dipped a finger in the batter. After a quick taste, she added a dash more salt. “I’m a little disappointed the terrible twins of disaster aren’t up to their tricks today. I need a test to see how quickly my experiment is working.”

  “It’s been one day. Grant would have to have some serious sexual mojo to fix you after one time.”

  He certainly did, but she wouldn’t give Samantha the details. “I guess it is a little too much to ask. Still, I’d like some type of test.”

  Samantha dipped three fingers into the batter and slung it in Bobbie’s face.

  Bobbie grabbed for the nearest towel. “Are you insane?”

  “You aren’t clawing up the metal counters, and I don’t have to lock you in the freezer again, so yeah, I think your ‘good times’ experiment might be working.”

  She threw the towel at her cousin’s smug face. “Good. Now, let’s see if I can convince Grant to cease with these pointless bear lessons.”

  ∞∞∞

  Grant met her in the alley at nine wearing his woodsy uniform again. He bent his head to give her a hello kiss but paused mid-air. Instead he inhaled deeply. “Wow, you smell incredible.”

  She pushed his shoulder. “I still have donut batter in my hair.” She leaned up to meet his lips for the stalled kiss and saw the lingering question in his eyes. “Don’t ask.”

  Their lips finally met in a sweet kiss meant for couples who’d dated much longer than two days. She liked it though, as it gave her a sense of comfort. Grant was a man she could trust.

  Once again he drove her outside the limits of Foxhollow and onto the Steese Highway, then off the pavement and out into the forest. The truck pulled through a break in the trees, and the gravel crunched in long rectangular driveway. The red cedar log cabin at the end of the drive had a two-car garage and large bay windows beside the front door. Two rocking chairs sat on the front porch.

  “Where are we?” she asked.

  “This is my cabin. We’re at the far corner of our property. We won’t be disturbed out here.”

  “I like the sound of that.” She hopped out of the truck and followed him to the end of the drive. “What’s lesson one, coach?”

  “Hide and seek.”

  Kid’s games. Yuck. “Are we seven years old? Shouldn’t we leave the games for your little brothers?”

  “Your senses need to be strengthened. If you learn to work with your bear, you’ll learn to keep her under control. And she’ll be there when you need her. Stop denying her the native time she deserves.”

  “I won’t need her in the city.”

  He stopped her with a glare, and then his eyes softened. “Okay. Fine. Think of it as a sexy hide and seek. If you find me, I’ll do delicious things to your body on the spot.”

  Bobbie clapped her hands and held them together. “That’s more like it.”

  “Count to thirty, and come find me.” The grin that crawled across his face left her knees wobbly.

  “One. Two. Three.” Did she really need to count out loud? Grant trotted off to her left, and she admired everything about his physique as it disappeared into the woods. There were worse ways to spend an afternoon.

  When her count hit thirty, she walked into the tree line where she’d last seen him. How far would he go? Would he climb a tree? She should have set a few game parameters before she let him wander off. At least she’d worn boots like he’d asked.

  Great fun. Would she really be in the mood for sexy games if she had to wander around for a couple of hours? She stepped over a few broken tree limbs and lost her footing. In an effort to stop the fall, she grabbed for the nearest tree and her hand smashed against the bark. A small splinter embedded in her palm. Fucker! What in the mother of all insani
ty was she doing out here? Grant felt some urge to change her, and she didn’t want to be different. Just less bear and more normal. It took three tries to get the stupid splinter out of her hand. Out in the woods for less than thirty minutes, and already this needed to be over. She’d call for her inner bear spirit, however that worked, and get this thing done.

  Bobbie stopped and inhaled deep. Grant’s woodsy aftershave lingered in the air to her left, and she followed. She climbed on top of a fallen tree and closed her eyes. She stood very still for several minutes attempting to envision everything around her. A light buzzing to her left caught her attention. Most bugs had a rhythm to their buzzing, but this buzz was erratic. Like a phone on vibrate. She’d bet her half of the donut shop he was playing a game on his phone. The man had no shame. She tip-toed and picked through the bushes as quietly as she could until she came up behind a large tree. Grant’s scent filled the air around her.

  She jumped around the side of the tree. “Gotcha.”

  Grant tucked his phone inside his back pocket. “How do you feel?”

  “Like a woman who’s about to get hers.”

  “Don’t you see how—?”

  “Mm uh. No lecture. I found you using the bear instincts. Challenge over. Now, there is something else you need to be doing with that mouth.”

  Grant pushed her back against the tree, the bark digging into her skin. His eyes darkened, and the gold flecks glittered. “Grab that branch.”

  Bobbie glanced up to find a branch within arm’s reach. She stretched her arm and grabbed the branch with one hand.

  Grant pulled a piece of rope out of his cargo pants. “Now the other one.”

  As soon as she grasped the branch with her other hand, he took the rope and tied her hands in place. It was surprisingly soft, and she wasn’t uncomfortable. He’d known the right amount of pressure to restrict her but not harm her, and the bark against her back added to the excitement.