A Fox Between the Bear's Sheets (8 page)

life had a major ick factor settling inside of her.

Moving out from behind Ford, because really, that was ridiculous that he felt the need to

somehow shield her from her brother, she looked Luke in the eyes and said, “Luke, I understand your

worry, but I am an adult and you aren’t Dad. Besides, we are just going somewhere quiet to talk.” It

was a boldfaced lie, and she was actually pretty proud of herself for not flinching when she said it.

Talia had never been very good at twisting the truth, and even if Luke knew she was lying, which he

did by the look he gave her, she wasn’t about to admit that she was going home with Ford to do the

opposite of talk.

Her brother clamped his jaw and ground his teeth. For several long moments no one said

anything. His two friends, William and Lincoln, fidgeted behind him, obviously thinking a fight was

about to break loose.

“Luke, I’m going to go whether you like it or not, but I’d like for you not to act like a lunatic.”

He didn’t move, just continued to grind his teeth. “I told you I’m leaving as a courtesy, not for

permission. Please understand I’m smart enough to make intelligent decisions when it concerns my

safety.” Of course this was the first time Talia was going home with a man she didn’t fully know, but

then again she trusted her instincts, and they weren’t sending off warning bells.

After a prolonged moment Luke sighed heavily in defeat. She looked at Ford, anxious to get

out of this situation, but instead of leading her away he was reaching into his wallet and handing Luke

a business card. “Here is my business card. It has my full name, phones numbers, and address.” This

whole situation was starting to go from sexually electrified to awkwardly professional. “You can ask

anyone here about me. They know me and my brothers.”

Luke opened his mouth to say something, but Talia grabbed Ford’s hand, waved to Luke, and

hauled ass out of the bar. That conversation had gone on far too long as it was. Once outside she let go

of his hand and looked up at him.

“What?” He smirked, and she had the urge to scowl at him, but instead she smiled back.

“What the hell was that about?” He looked over his shoulder at the front door then back at her.

“What do you mean, Talia?” From his smile he knew damn well what she was talking about.

“Ford—”

He held up his hand, and she snapped her mouth shut, wondering what he was doing. He

gripped her around the waist, and spun her around until she felt the hard, cold brick of the building

meet her back. Ford pressed his chest against hers and claimed her mouth with his. At the first touch

of his tongue sliding against hers in an almost brutal way, she instantly felt marked by him, claimed in

the most elemental of ways by his dominance and severity. It was an act of possession, one of wild

uninhibited lust, and it was everything she wanted and needed. He broke away, his mouth wet and

slightly swollen from the force of his kiss, and stared into her eyes. “Say it again.”

She licked her lips, tasted his flavor coating them, and nearly moaned. “What?” That lone word

was low, but he heard her nonetheless. His cock was hard and pressed against her belly. It was like a

living entity, and she knew she had never felt anything as large as what was between Ford Wylde’s

legs.

“Say my name again.” He lowered his face to hers until his lips brushed lightly against hers.

“When you say my name it makes me think of my cock buried deep inside of you.” He dragged his

tongue along her bottom lip then whispered. “It makes me think of you screaming my name as you

come all over me.”

Oh. My. God.
He was going to have her climaxing from his filthy words alone. He kissed her

again, hard and fast and so very alpha that her toes curled and her heart raced. The noises from the bar

filtered around them, but he had them strategically placed so they were situated against the side of the

building where the shadows wrapped around them and no prying eyes could see. Ford Wylde gave

himself to her, but it wasn’t soft and romantic, but hard and demanding, and wanting everything she

was. Filth and drunks surrounded them, but right here, right now, it was just the two of them, and

nothing else mattered. He ground himself against her belly, and even through the rough denim of his

jeans she felt him swell even further.

“When I get you under me I’m going to explore every inch of your body with my tongue. There

isn’t going to be any part of your flesh that I don’t memorize.”

Her pussy was so unbelievably wet, and her pulse beat in her clit. She couldn’t lie and not say

she didn’t like being pressed against the side of a building with his dirty words filtering around her,

but what she wanted the most was to actually have him deliver on all these promises. He gave her one

last deep, penetrating kiss and grabbed her hand. They made their way briskly to his truck, and after he

helped her in and was seated in the driver’s side they headed down the road. They didn’t speak, but the

heat and electricity that filled the interior wrapped around her in an intimate, scalding way. Twenty

minutes later and they were pulling into a small dirt road. Another five minutes after that and she was

starting to have some serious doubts on what she was doing. There was no doubt that she wanted him,

but this was starting to seem like a very dumb move on her part, especially as darkness clawed at the

truck like an old friend, and they drove even deeper into the heavily lined forest. Yes, she might have

made a mistake.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Talia looked over at Ford, and he grinned but didn’t take his eyes

off the road. “I promise you have nothing to worry about. Your animal trusts me, yeah?” He pulled the

truck in front of a modest sized cabin and turned off the engine. He shifted his body so he partially

faced her and waited for her to respond. Thick trees surrounded the cabin, and even though the sun had

already set she could see the beautiful craftsmanship. “Give your brother a call and tell him you made

it safe and sound, although I doubt he’d really like hearing that.” He gave her a very wolfish grin, and

she felt her unease disappear. Yes, her fox trusted him implicitly, and she trusted her fox. She may

have some natural doubts, but she had her animal instincts, and they were telling her that Ford Wylde

was not dangerous, well, not to her anyway. She gave her brother a quick call, which only had him

cursing and telling her he should have made her stay put. After assuring him she was fine and then

quickly getting off the phone, she glanced at Ford through the corner of her eye. He was watching her,

but she couldn’t gauge what he was thinking by his expression.

“Come on, little fox.” Ford climbed out of the truck and made quick work at rounding the front

of the truck and coming to the passenger side. He pulled the door open, and before she could get out

Ford had his hands around her waist and was hauling her out of the truck. Her bear shifter pulled her

right up against his body, and with purposeful movements let her body slide along his until her feet hit

the ground. She wasn’t small by any means, but when she was next to Ford, feeling all his bulging

muscles press against her softness, she felt tiny and feminine. He was strong, virile, masculine, and

fierce. He was everything she envisioned in a male, and she was about to have him.

With her panties unbearably wet and rubbing with every move she made, Talia shifted on her

feet, trying to ease the ache. He took her face in his hands, and without anything being said, he kissed

her senseless. For long, drugging seconds all he did was move his tongue along hers, making her drunk

from his flavor until she didn’t know where he ended and she began. Breaking the kiss then grabbing

her hand, he led them up the three steps it took to reach the porch. He pushed the door open, and as

soon as she stepped inside he had her in his arms, his hands on her ass, and was striding down a

hallway. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her mouth, because his lips were right back on hers,

taking them like he owned them, like he owned
her
.

He spun her around until he had her pressed against the wall. Talia felt like she was back at the

bar, being possessed by him. The feel of the tips of his fingers skimming along where her shirt had

ridden up, sent shivers throughout her whole body. She could feel his nails lengthen into claws,

pressing into her bare skin with the threat of breaking her flesh. Her nipples were hard as hell and felt

as though they would tear right through her shirt. Seconds later the sound of her shirt being ripped

pierced the sexual haze of him taking her mouth, and then the tattered remains fell to the ground

around her. He set her on the ground, and before she could even blink he had her pants unbuttoned,

unzipped, and pushed down her thighs. Talia stared down at him as he kneeled before her and pulled

her pants from her body, tossing them aside. She stood there in her bra and panties, not caring that she

was overweight, because this male caressed every part of her like he couldn’t get enough.

“God, I could touch every inch of you, and I would never get enough.” His mouth was on her

thigh, and he was dragging his tongue up her leg, over her rounded belly, between her thighs, and to

her neck. She was liquid beneath his touch, but ready for so much more. He moved his tongue along

the base of her throat, and licked and nipped at her pulse point. She was sick of talking and sick of

touching. She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, until all she could feel was him still

inside of her even when he wasn’t. He gripped the back of her thighs, right under the crease of her ass,

and lifted as if she weighed nothing. Wrapping her legs around his waist and running the tip of her

nose up the side of his neck, she inhaled deeply and groaned at the scent of him. He smelled like the

trees and wilderness that surrounded them, like the wild animal that resided inside of him. Her red fox

could tell his bear was right below the surface, ready to take her like there was nothing he wanted to

do more at the moment.

The room was dark, and when he bumped into something and made a grunting noise she

couldn’t help but laugh. The rough scrape of his stubble along her cheek had her laughter dying and

her eyes rolling in the back of her head. The slight discomfort spurred her pleasure, and she wanted

more.

“I want it rough, Ford. I want to feel you on every part of my body.” A gasp left her when she

felt his canines scrape along her shoulder. He growled, a true bear-like sound that had her tightening

her thighs around his waist. His dick was hard between her thighs, hot and thick, and she wanted it

inside of her now.

“Fuck, Talia. What are you doing to me?” He sounded pained as he murmured against her

neck. Was he having second thoughts? The feel of his jean-clad erection pressed between her thighs

told her he was right there with her, but he sounded as though he was unsure. “I want this, but this is

all new to me.”

She gripped the sides of his face and lifted his head up. The room was shrouded in shadows,

but she could see a lot of emotions passing across his face. The prominent one was this darkness that

seemed to take over him, tightening his body and having a flash of self-hatred taking control. Her fox

could sense it, and her human could as well, and that meant he wasn’t trying to conceal it, or he

couldn’t control it.

“I just want to feel you tonight.” Talia didn’t want to say the next part, but knew she had to

make him realize that his fears of her wanting more, whether she actually did or didn’t, were

unfounded. Just looking at him told her he wasn’t the type of guy to have something meaningful, not

when he was clearly so hurt by his past. “I just want you to touch me. I’m not asking for anything

more.” The sound that came from him was rugged, but she knew he wouldn’t deny either of them what

was inevitable.

“Shit.” The clouds of his inner turmoil passed along his face like a raging storm. She was set

on the bed and watched with unleashed anticipation and arousal as he all but tore his own clothing

from his body, tossed them aside, and grabbed a condom. His cock was huge, long, and thick. Even in

the darkness she could see the tip dotted with a bead of pre-cum. The fact he was just as frantic for

this as she was had a powerful surge of energy moving through her. He sheathed his massive erection,

and for several long moments all he did was stare at her, spread out on his bed like some kind of

offering. She knew what she looked like: her thighs spread out, her pussy on display, and her breasts

thrust out.

“Hell, Talia. I am going to take you so fucking hard.” He was staring between her thighs, and