A Bear's Baby (5 page)

“Can
I get you something to drink?” Brady asked her. He took off his coat and set it
over the back of the couch.

“You
have white wine?”

“I
certainly do. Take your coat off and make yourself at home.”

Brady
walked over to the drink cabinet, opened it and grabbed the bottle of wine. He
uncorked it and poured Jenna a glass. For himself, he opted for Brandy. He
carried the drink over to her.

“Thank
you,” she said, before she took a sip.

Brady
sat and held the snifter in his hand, rolling it back and forth in his palms a
few times before taking a sip.

“I’m
betting this is a wonderful view when it’s light. It’s pretty nice now with the
stars twinkling over the mountain range.”

“You
like star gazing?” asked Brady.

“I’ve
never tried it.”

“Then
next time we have one of our stargazing events, you’ll have to come along.”

“Stargazing?
You belong to a club?”

“No,
most of the people you met tonight have a monthly get together.”

“Really?
I didn’t know that many people were into astronomy.”

He
glanced at her over the rim of the glass. They did it for the sole purpose of
looking for their old home, but he couldn’t tell her that.

“I’m
guessing you want to see the gift you gave me.”
 
She put the wine glass down on the table.

The
thought of it made him hard.

“I’d
like that. How about you give me a little show while I enjoy my brandy?”

Jenna
stood and reached behind her back. The distinct sound of her dress zipper being
undone echoed all around the room. He took a sip of brandy while his cock sprung
to life.

He’d
placed a stack of condoms in the right hand drawer of the desk, knowing he
might be bringing her back here at some point. He hated the thought of putting
the monstrosity on his dick again, but it was the price he paid for dabbling in
human pussy.

Jenna
let the dress slid off her shoulders and then onto the floor. She stood before
him in a bra, the panties he’d purchased, plus the garter belt and stockings. A
perfect fit. He’d chosen well. The lace panties allowed him a view of her
curls. Did they fascinate other male shifters like they did him? Her thighs
were smooth and gorgeous, and he couldn’t wait to part them and dive into the
treasure nestled at their apex.

“Turn
around,” he said.

He
took another sip as he watched her pirouette. Her ass cheeks hung below the
scalloped lace at the back of the panties, and the straps of the garter lay
against her skin.

“Now
come over here to me,” he said.

She
walked toward him. He liked a woman who did what he said.

Jenna
perched herself on the edge of his desk. Brady ran his fingers under the straps
of the garter, enjoying the softness of her skin against his own.
 
Next, he touched the black lace on top of the
stockings. The contrast so vivid and sexy compared to her creamy pale skin.

“These
suit your body so well,” he said.

“And
to think I wasn’t going to wear them.”

She
moved off the desk and settled on his lap, taking his glass from him, sipping
the brandy, and then kissing him. He licked her bottom lip and then slid his
tongue inside her mouth. Jenna put her arms around him.

“Are
we going to do what we did the other night?” she asked.

“You
want to?”

Jenna
ran her finger down the side of his face. A simple gesture that felt so damn
good.

“I
think I would.”

Brady
rested his hand on her right thigh, slowly inching his way up to the side of
the panties.

“Are
you going to rip these off me again?”

“No,
because they cost a lot of money.”

“How
much is a lot of money?”

“You
shouldn’t ask that question when something’s been given as a gift.”

She
nuzzled close to his ear and then nibbled on its lobe.

“I
know, but I want to know the value of the underwear that’s adorning my body.”

He
smiled. “$120 and worth every cent.”

Jenna
whistled. “I expect to pay that for a dress, not some undies.”

“Not
just any undies, but the finest French lace,” he said, fingering it and making
sure he ran his hand hard enough over her mound that she felt it.

“But
I’ve made them wet,” said Jenna.

“You’ve
made them wet or I’ve made you make them wet?”

He
pushed his hand underneath the edge, ventured into her curls, and then felt the
hotness of her folds. She was right about her being wet. He could smell her
arousal and it blended with the smell of the brandy rising up from the glass.
He took it from her, finished off the last of the liquor and placed the snifter
on his desk. He pushed his finger downward close to her opening. She spread her
thighs without being asked.

Within
seconds, his fingers were warmed by the coziness of her pussy. Its walls clamped
down on his fingers as he began to thrust them back and forth. Jenna lent into
him, kissed him and twirled the hair at the nape of his neck as he tickled her
pussy.

“You
know exactly what a woman likes.”

He
was an expert on pussy because shifter women’s clits were inside theirs and not
outside like humans. Shifter men learned quickly how to tickle a pussy or they
faced the consequences of an angry female, often in the height of her mating
cycle when they were at their most desperate and fiercest. Sometimes being an
amateur at the art of clit stroking meant a male shifter never got laid.
Sometimes it meant he was hurt.

Brady
had never had run into any problems like that.

Jenna
quivered on his lap and threw her head back and groaned. He liked the little
gurgling sound she made at the back of her throat when she came.

“I
have to thank you for the underwear,” she said, sliding off his lap and
perching herself on the floor in front of him.

She
unzipped his fly. Was she going to do what he thought? He went rock hard and
his balls tingled with anticipation. Jenna pulled out his dick from his boxer
shorts and stroked him.

“I’m
not just saying this, but you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s
gorgeous.”

Yeah,
most women commented on his size. But a big guy like him would look pretty
stupid with a small member dangling between two muscular thighs. He’d been the
child of a
  
huge Kodiak bear mother and
an oversize grizzly bear father, so there’s no way he was ever going to be
small.

She
pushed his legs apart, squeezing herself in between them. He closed his eyes
knowing what she was planning next.

Yes, oh yes.

Jenna’s
mouth went around his shaft, first licking it and then taking its circumference
between her lips.
 
She was the first
women to do this without him having to ask for the favor.

He
gripped the arms of his chair, doing his best not to dig his nails into the
fine leather and marring it. He knew his eyes had changed color. She was giving
him so much pleasure he was on the verge of shifting, and there was no way he
could let that happen. She could never find out what he was. What the others in
the group really were.

“I
want to come inside you,” he said, sitting up on the chair and opening the
drawer.

Jenna
let his dick slide out her mouth. He handed her a condom.

“Sheath
me, push your panties to one side and straddle me.”

He
held his cock for her, wincing when the tight rubber prison covered his prize
possession. She stood and pushed the lace over to the right side of her crotch
and then maneuvered her knees either side of him before slowly impaling herself
down on his cock.

Shit,
she was a tight one. No shifter women had ever fit him this well.

Jenna
rocked up and down, her boobs dancing in front of his face.

“Take
off your bra,” he said.

She
stopped, reached behind her back and bounced again. This time her boobs bobbled
just inches from his mouth. Their pink nipples hardened and wrinkled the faster
she moved. She put her arms around his neck, pressed her body into his and
cried out as her pussy gripped him. She tugged on his hair as they kissed and
he beat his cock against her pussy walls.

“I
don’t know how you do that but keep on doing it because it’s…”

She
didn’t get the rest of her sentence out because she’d climaxed again. Her
fingers combed through his hair, tickling his scalp, making his whole body come
alive. He wanted to take her another way. He stopped moving his cock and they
sat still while he played with her nipples.

“You
know what I would like to see?” he asked. “You, bent over my desk.”

She
slid over his lap and did just what he’d asked. Wiggling her ass at him, he ran
his hands over it. Feeling the lace, smelling her arousal, knowing he’d want to
shift and run after they were done.

He
pulled the garter belt and panties all in one go and let them slide down over
her hips and thighs. He stood and let his own pants and boxers fall to the
ground. Slowly, he parted her ass cheeks. Her pussy glistened from her previous
arousal. He put his nose in the air. So sweet, so enticing. Such a different scent
to a lady shifter. Jenna’s was sweeter and sharper.

Brady
lifted his cock and inch by inch was slowly eased into Jenna’s tightness. He
closed his eyes and concentrated on the job at hand. He was going to thrill her
and then take his own gratification like never before.

Chapter Six

Jenna
found the whole thing sexy and naughty. Bent over the desk of a client being
fucked senseless by him. The desk moved a few inches in front of her as Brady
pounded into her, groaning and moaning somewhat like a bear.

She
wasn’t sure why imagined bears every time she thought of him.

He
went still again and she knew what that meant. He was going to do the wild
thing with his cock. It beat a steady rhythm against her pussy walls as she
grabbed the papers on his desk, hoping they weren’t too important because she
was rearranging them.

“Geez,
that’s so good,” she cried.

She
offered more of her ass and pussy to him, doing her best to back into his body
so she got the full effect. She cried out when the first of the orgasms took
her, and then another, and another. She’d never thought she could have too much
of a good thing, but maybe she could.

No,
it was impossible. Another orgasm on the horizon, she held on tight, curling
her toes upward and then down as a really good one hit her. She glanced down at
her thighs. They were wet, wet, wet. Not even his huge cock filling her could
stop evidence of her excitement from gushing from her body.

“Fuck
me more. Fuck me rough and dirty,” she screamed out.

Had
that been her? Hadn’t sounded like her, but it was. She even had a dirty mouth
now.

She
leaned over, this time almost too weak to stand from one climax after the
other. But then he began thrusting again, grunting and breathing like he’d been
running for hours and then, swoosh, she felt a warm gush inside her and knew
he’d reached his limit.

He
held her tight, wiggling his dick before pulling out of her. Jenna took some
deep breaths. She never thought sex could be this good or this exhausting.

“I’m
going for a run.”

She
stood up and saw him already zipping up his pants.

“Right
now? It’s snowing, and it must be in the twenties, if not colder.”

“My
favorite running weather. You can pull out the bed over there if you like, and
keep it warm for when I get back.”

****

Running
as his man half would have been downright stupid in this weather and in the
dark, probably dangerous too. However, as his bear half it was perfect. He
didn’t understand why real bears hibernated. They were missing something
special like pounding through the woods with snow circling around, making their
coat wet. It was invigorating. He picked up his pace. He planned to get a
running club together. He’d invite Ash and Bear, Christopher, Dane, Trent, and
now that Liam seemed to be more sociable, him, too. Maybe even his nephew Sam
might like to come along. The Mighty Bears. Nick Pearson might like tag along,
but he was a wolf shifter and they probably had their own group.

Maybe
all the women could get together and do something while the men ran. Apart from
the young Sam, Brady would be the only bear without a partner. Did that bother
him? Up till now it hadn’t. He was pushing forty and he probably should think
about settling down, but he still had so much more to do in his personal and
business life before that happened or he’d always regret it. He’d think about
what he could have done had he not had a mate and a family.

He
picked up speed and found himself close to where he’d parked his car and left
his clothes. Brady hadn’t been aware he’d already run all the way around the
wooded area and back. He shook the loose pieces of snow off his fur. Shifting
back was going to be a shock to the system once he no longer had a natural pelt
to keep him warm. He relaxed his muscles and soon paws turned into feet and
hands and he was back as a man, naked as the day he’d been born. Now he was freezing
and shivering. He quickly put his clothes back on and got into the car. He
turned the ignition on and fired up the heat. He rubbed his hands together in
front of the vent. At least during this time of the year, there was no danger
of anyone seeing him shift between beast and man.

He
put the car into drive and headed out of the area. He wondered if Jenna had
done what he’d suggested, pulled out the bed, gotten into it and warmed it for
him. He hoped so, because he was fucking freezing and her body pressed up
against his and underneath a cozy quilt was all he needed.

****

Jenna
rubbed her nose over the shirt sleeve. She hoped Brady didn’t mind that she’d
put on one of his shirts she’d found hanging in the bathroom. It was blue with
thin dark blue stripes on it, and his cologne and odor clung to it. She’d never
smelled a guy quite like Brady. Hard to describe, almost musky and she liked
it. In fact, it sent her libido into overdrive. She couldn’t believe he’d gone
running at this time of night when it was so cold outside. He had to be a
dedicated athlete

The
clock on his desk read midnight. She yawned. He’d been gone about forty-five
minutes. She snooped around his office while she waited for his return.
 
He didn’t have any photos, and she wondered if
he had any family or if his parents were still alive. She ran her hand over a
leather book. She shouldn’t have, but she opened it. It was his appointment
calendar.

Missoula
4:00 p.m. was marked on three days of the week. She bit her lip, suddenly jealous
that maybe he had someone there. Stupid, she knew, because he’d given her no
false hope or indication that what was going on between them was more than just
good old sex.

The
door downstairs opened. She quickly shut the book, flicked off the light and
ran over to the bed. She climbed under the sheet and blanket. He walked in a
few minutes later.

“You
have a good run?” she asked him.

“I
did.” He took off his jacket, then his pants, and he was in his boxers.

“I
hope that bed’s good and warm,” said Brady, walking over to it. He got under
the quilt with her. “Judging by the temperature, I’d say you’ve only just
gotten in here yourself.”

Damn, he was good.

“Guilty
as charged. I was looking around, wondering why you don’t have any photos of
family.”

“That’s
because I don’t have any. My parents both died when we…”

“When
you what?”

“When
we were driving here. I was a teenager.”

“Brady,
that’s horrible. I’m so sorry. How about cousins, uncles, aunts…”

“I
have two cousins, but they don’t live here.”

“Missoula?”
she asked. Maybe that’s where he went there so often.

“No,
why did you think of Missoula?”

He
tapped her on the nose. “Has someone been looking in my appointment book?”

“I
might have.”

“Anyone
tell you that you’re nosy?”

“I
have to be because I’m an attorney.”

They
turned to face one another.

“Is
this one of my shirts?”

“It
is.”

“You
do know I hung it in the bathroom because it needs to go to the laundry?”

“I
like the smell.”

“Glutton
for punishment.”

“So
what’s in Missoula?” she asked him.

“You
ask too many questions.”

“It’s
because—”

“You’re
a lawyer.”

“Well.”

“It’s
my little secret and I can’t share it with anyone.”

Now
her curiosity had been ignited. Girlfriend, ex-wife, and child—she hoped none
of the above.

****

Brady
wasn’t used to sleeping with someone beside him. He’d almost forgotten Jenna
had slept over until he woke to find her arm across his belly. Her hair was
lying over her cheek, and she looked so sexy. He only wished his shirt looked
half as good on him as it did on her.

She
flopped over onto her back. Her nipples pushed against the cotton. She had
lovely tits. The sort that he enjoyed getting his mouth around and sucking
until they puckered and then turned hard as he rolled his tongue against them.

Brady
flipped over on his side and leaned his head against his palm. How come someone
hadn’t snatched her up? Human men had to be crazy.

He
leaned over and kissed her cheek, surprising himself at such a romantic
gesture. If he didn’t watch out, he’d be going soft. Word would get around and
his competitors would take it as a sign that he had an Achilles’ heel after
all.

“Did
you sleep well?” he asked.

“I
did. I usually wake up a couple of times in the night, but I didn’t last night.
Maybe it was the pre-sleep exercise I got.”

“Now
you know why I chose to go for a run.”

Maybe
she’d believe that. Bear shifters had to do it after they’d had mind blowing
sex or they went a little crazy.

“So
what are you doing today?”

Was
that an innocent question or did she think maybe they’d spend the day together
or go on a date? He had to stop it now.

“I
have to get a whole bunch of paperwork done. Did they say when the soil’s going
to be tested?”

“They
said they’d call me tomorrow so as soon as I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”

“Sounds
like a plan. You want some coffee or fruit juice? Feel free to use the shower.”

“Orange
juice would be great if you have any. And I think I’ll take you up on the offer
of using the shower.”

She
got up and stepped across him. Clearly done on purpose because she was
pantyless, and he got a great view of her pussy and folds. His cock stirred yet
again.

As
she walked toward his bathroom her cheeks hung down from under the hem of his
shirt.

Geez
that was a wonderful sight first thing in the morning.

She
left the door open and he heard the water running. He got up, walked to the
fridge and poured her a glass of OJ. Before heading into the bathroom, he
opened his desk drawer and pulled out another condom. He had a feeling once he
got in there with her, he was going to need it.

****

Having
someone else soap and wash her body was so much better than doing it herself.
Brady massaged the bubbles across her boobs, turning the nipples hard and achy.
She backed up against the tiled wall of the shower, and loved its coolness on
her ass cheeks. Such a stark contrast to the hot guy now rubbing his fingers in
and out of her folds. He handed her the condom. She tore it open and passed it
to him. He was sheathed and aiming his cock toward her in seconds. She wrapped
her arms around him, spreading her legs as he glided inside her. Now that she
was getting used to his size and the sheer girth of this magnificent man, it
was easy-peasy.

They
kissed. Water splashed on the sides of their faces as he thrust into her. She
lifted her left leg, letting him hold it with his forearm as she bounced off
the wall.

She
bit his lip, maybe a little more than she planned. He mumbled, and his eyes,
yes, she was sure they’d darkened, or maybe it was the light in the shower. He
held her tight, stopped thrusting and did his bouncing cock trick.

She
clawed at his chest and hit it a few times before coming once, twice, three
times until he started thrusting again. They hugged one another tight, bodies
smacking into one another until he found release.

****

Jenna
tapped her fingers on the steering wheel of her car as she waited for the light
to turn green. She’d made this trip every Sunday afternoon for the last five
years. She was sure her car knew its way there. She turned on her CD and hummed
along. She suddenly thought of Brady. He would make the perfect sperm donor.
Should she drum up the courage to ask if he’d donate? No, that might be pushing
the client-attorney relationship a little too far.
 
Of course, she should find out about him a
little more before even making him a candidate.

She
remembered the exact address he was going to in Missoula on Monday. She’d love
to know what he did there, and maybe she could just happen to have business
there, too.

Someone
sounding his car horn behind her made her realize she’d been daydreaming and
sitting stationary at a green light. She put her hand up to apologize and got
moving. She indicated left and turned into the care home. Some Sunday visits
were easier than others. She never knew what she’d find on the other side of
the door. She got out, slung her bag over her shoulder and headed to the door.
It was always right here where Jenna began to feel guilty about not visiting
him more often. However, sometimes he didn’t seem to recognize her or even know
she was in the room. The brain, or at least the damaged brain, was a strange
creature.

She
waved to the nurses. She knew them all by name. They hadn’t had much turnover
in staff since David had arrived here. It was at this point she switched onto
automatic pilot. She turned the corner and headed down the hallway to room 190.
Another nurse was in the hallway, putting away the lunch trays.