Breakwater: Rick (BBW Bad Boy Space Bear Shifter Romance) (Star Bears Book 2) (53 page)

“Don’t you dare talk about the past now,” she demanded. “Everyone’s healed up fine. I’ve been hanging onto my past for years, and you’ve helped me to move on. This is us now, Ben. This is our future.”

She kissed the very tip of his erection, and Ben shuddered. To Layla’s surprise, however, he began to step forward, kicking his discarded clothes away. He offered Layla his hands and she got up, pulled at once into a deep and delving kiss. She reached down to stroke and tease Ben again as they made out, but soon she realized he was trying to get her out of her dress. Layla stepped back from their passionate embrace, and unzipped her bright summery dress from the back. It fell to the ground, leaving her standing in her white bra and panties.

“Show me,” Ben asked.

She took the bra off first, feeling the warm summer air caress her breasts. When her panties came down, she could already feel how wet and warm she’d grown from Ben’s touch and his kiss. They stood for a moment, watching each other’s bodies, then a wicked grin grew on Layla’s face.

“Catch me, slowpoke,” she teased.

And then she was gone, heading for the bedroom with a giggle. Ben chased her through the living room and swung round the bedroom door just as Layla launched herself onto her soft, huge bed. She wriggled onto her back, breathless with excitement, and in seconds Ben was on top of her and showering her with kisses. She felt his hard-on rubbing against her thighs and the base of her stomach. Her body arched up to rub against Ben’s muscles, craving him desperately.

“You’re never gonna let me forget that you’re a better runner, are you?” Ben asked.

“Nope,” Layla giggled back. “You’ll just have to find something else to be good at.”

Ben gazed down at Layla’s body, then he readjusted his position. He slid into her with one smooth push, and Layla felt her nerves go haywire. He was everything she’d ever wanted in a man, protective and just and sexy as hell. Ben began to thrust with a steady rhythm, his lips finding Layla’s ear again.

“What about this?” he said, half-growling. “Am I good at this?”

“Oh God yes,” Layla told him. Then, after a thoughtful pause, she added: “But I’m still better.”

She took hold of Ben’s hips and rocked him deeper into her body. Her clitoris was burning for contact, and the full penetration helped her to rub herself against him. She guided him through a few thrusts, filled with thrills as he cried out in pleasure. He was pushing deeper, bringing their bodies closer together, until Layla’s legs were wrapped around his back. Her thighs and calves were strong from all that running, and she gave him an extra push every time he went deep.
 

Soon, the ache inside her grew more desperate, and Layla moaned and cried out for release. Ben’s speed was increasing with every second, his stamina unending. He’d get her there, she knew, and that only made the build-up more glorious. When she reached the edge of her climax, her body gave a sudden shudder. The move caused Ben to let out a hard gasp, and he thrust so fast that he was only a blur in Layla’s vision.

They lost control together, a pair of bodies moving as one.
 

When he collapsed beside her moments later, Ben’s massive chest rose and fell with the exertion. Layla reached out and put her arm around him, resting her head on his shoulder. She heard his heart as it gradually slowed back to normal, and by the time it was a steady tick-tock, they were both fast asleep. Neither of them woke when Brent returned from a well-deserved Mojito break and stifled his gasp at discovering them. He covered them with a spare blanket though, just so they’d know he’d been suitably creeped out.

Four months later.

“Hey look! Pantyhose!” Ben exclaimed.

“You need to not be so excited every time you see pantyhose,” Layla replied with a chuckle.

She was behind the counter of the Fairhaven General Store, which supplied tourists and campers with anything they’d forgotten to bring from home. Ben was browsing the shelves, and he’d picked up the hose and rattled the box with glee. He brought them over to Layla’s counter, and leaned over the register to kiss her.

“But it’s us,” he said brightly. “It’s how we met. I can’t
not
buy them.”

“What will you do with them?” Layla challenged wryly. “You only know three women, and Anina, Elise and I have got a plentiful supply already.”

Ben’s grin turned to a mock pout. Layla kissed him again, grateful that there weren’t any customers around to spoil her fun. Ben wandered back to the shelf where the hose was and replaced the box.

“What should I buy then?” he asked. “I ought to buy something. I come in here ten times a day and I never leave with anything but the shop-girl’s lipstick on my neck.”

“That’s no bad thing,” Layla replied.

Something had shifted in her voice, and she left the counter to walk along the shelves of the little store. It was time to have the conversation. Layla looked down at her own cocoa-colored hand, where a bright silver band held a shining diamond on her third finger. She toyed with the ring for a moment, then looked up to find Ben watching her with interest. His thoughtful dimple was firmly in place.

“You know we said we’d get married at Christmas?” she began.

Ben nodded enthusiastically. “Big Christmas wedding, super romantic,” he agreed.

“Well, I’m thinking we ought to bring it forward a little,” Layla explained, “just a month or so.”

“How come, baby?” Ben questioned.

“Well, I’m gonna put on a little weight,” Layla said. She knew she was messing things up, but the actual words that she wanted to say wouldn’t come out. Ben started to laugh.

“You’re intentionally planning to gain weight?” he chuckled. “What, are you gonna weight train or something? ‘Cause, you know I love your muscles, but that might be a bit much.”

Layla groaned, balling her fists. She marched to Ben and took him by the sleeve of his ranger’s uniform, dragging him to the clothing section of the store. Here, on a corner display, there were various shirts, socks and other garments emblazoned with the same slogan:
I came to Fairhaven, and now I’m in love.

“You wanna buy something?” Layla said. “This is what you should buy.”

She took a garment from the rack and put it in Ben’s hands. He held the small item in his muscular grip, the soft cotton shifting against his fingers. The garment was a baby gown, newborn size.

“First Dietrich and now me,” Ben mused. “Gram’s gonna have a heart attack.”

“I’m freaking out, babe,” Layla admitted. “Are we gonna be okay as parents?”

He reached out for Layla, pulling her into his arms. The baby gown was still firmly in his grip.

“So long as we love each other, I reckon we’ll do just fine,” Ben replied with a smile.

Daxton

120 Proof Honey I

by

Becca Fanning

Blair Mason sat at the desk of her cramped office, flipping through sales numbers. Boxes of cereal and potato chips towered into the sky on either side of her desk. Stacks of invoices that needed to be paid stuck out at every angle from her plastic inbox. A collection of marketing paraphernalia rested against the far wall—signs reading “30% off Today Only!” and “Don’t Forget to Use Your Mason’s Super Saver Card!”

She let her head fall into her hands and reviewed the numbers again. Something had to be missing. This couldn’t be all the sales they’d had this month. If things continued like this, she’d be out of business by the end of the quarter. She knew that when the new ShopRite came to town, it would affect her. Big chain stores always hurt small business owners. But this was happening much faster than she anticipated. Worst of all, all the money she’d recently put into marketing seemed to be doing no good.
 

If she wanted to save the store, she’d have to make some difficult decisions. And that meant cutting the biggest expense any grocery store had—labor. She’d have to lay off people that had worked for her for years. This was no high turnover place of employment. Her employees were loyal. They worked hard and stuck around. And now, in order to keep some of them, she’d have to let some go.
 

Blair pulled out the employee books and started reviewing things. As she evaluated each person, the emotions of the situation overwhelmed her. She couldn’t picture telling Louis or Megan or Kelly that they no longer had a job to take care of their families. Tears sprang in her eyes and, before she could reach for a tissue, they spilled over and ran down her face.

A knock at the door startled her. “Yes?”

“It’s Vanessa.”

“Come in.” She didn’t have to worry about hiding her feelings from her assistant manager. Vanessa was well aware of the falling sales numbers and what it would mean for all of them.

“Hey,” she said softly when she saw Blair’s face. She looked down at the desk and nodded. “Sales numbers. Not good.”

“Afraid not.” Blair looked around for tissues, but the box on her desk seemed to have vanished.

“This may not be the best time, but there’s a sales guy here to see you.”

“What?” Blair flipped to her planner. She had no meeting scheduled.

“He didn’t have anything scheduled with you. He said he was in the area and wanted to talk to you.”

“Well, he can make an appointment like everyone else.” Blair retrieved her purse from under her desk and looked for the packet of tissues she had stashed in there.

“Normally, I’d fully agree, but you may want to make an exception.”

“Nope. Don’t think so,” she said without looking up from her purse.

“Well, Blair, this guy is very good looking.” She leaned in closer and whispered, “And I mean H-O-T HOT. And there’s no ring on his finger.”

Blair stopped her search to look Vanessa in the eye. “Do I seem that desperate for a date to you?”

“No, but it has been a while since you and Luke broke up. I just thought maybe it was time to get out there and have some fun. You gotta see this guy’s eyes.”

Blair sighed. “Fine.”

Vanessa turned and walked out of the office.

“Give me a minute, though!” Blair called. She resumed her search and finally saw the blue plastic of the tissue packet, shoved under her lotion and collection of discount cards. She yanked the packet until it came free and looked up to see a man staring back at her.

He certainly was good looking. Vanessa had not exaggerated. And Blair was vividly aware of the mascara trails now stiffening on her cheeks.
 

“I’m sorry, she told me to come up…” He gestured toward the door.

“No, it’s fine.” Blair spun in her chair to turn her back to the man while she wiped at her face. Balancing the small compact mirror on her knee, she licked the tissue, wiped at the trails until they were faint red lines, and dabbed fresh powder over them. The whole process had taken less than a minute, but felt like eternity as his eyes bore into her back. And Vanessa wondered why she’d hadn’t gone on a date in months.
 

With a deep breath, Blair turned back and stuck out her hand to the man, acting like nothing had happened. Her performance didn’t stop her from feeling like a complete idiot, however. Or from noticing the solid grasp of his handshake. “Blair Mason, owner. My assistant tells me you’ve got a new product for us to consider?”

“I do.” He handed her his card and took a seat at the small chair across from her desk. “Daxton Holt. Marketing Director for Bear Natural Honey.”

She glanced at the business card, then looked him in the eye. “We have a supplier of honey already. Why should I carry your brand?”

She laced her fingers and hoped her business-owner confidence came across, though she felt rather incompetent and fearful at the moment. She focused her attention on him to keep her mind off what she’d have to do later, when she sent some of her people home for good.
 

He was a big man. Broad shoulders that threatened to burst the seams of his suit jacket if he moved wrong, a chiseled jaw with a close-shaved beard. His eyes were like cold metal, a strange gold hardened into the shape of his irises. It was hard to see any muscles since he was wearing a suit, but she could tell they were there. His voice was deep and steady and his black hair fell casually into loose spikes. She gulped and had to remind herself to listen to what he was saying.

“Wait a minute.” She held up a hand to stop him. “Are you saying that your honey is bottled in your own local facility and not a larger bottling company?”

“Right. That way we can keep costs down for our distributors.”

“But I have no way of assuring the quality of your product or its safety. I don’t know what your contamination standards are or your safety processes. I just can’t afford to take a risk like that. Not when—”
 

She stopped herself, but he raised an eyebrow at her hesitation.

“Look,” she said. “I’m sure you know that ShopRite moved in just across town. Maybe try there. I can’t afford to have product recalls or something that sits on the shelf and doesn’t move because it’s unknown.”
 

Daxton gazed at her for a minute, pulled his mouth into half a smile, and said, “ShopRite won’t buy my product. But you know, that’s to your advantage.”