Colby (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 3) (16 page)

Ripped with a desire to see more of him, she bent down to her knees and took the button of his jeans into her teeth. When the button was loose, she then bit onto his zipper and slid it down, staring seductively into his eyes.

“You drive me wild,” he said, running his hands through her hair. “You always have. I’ve waited years for this. I’ve waited years for you.”

In response, still on her knees, the sand of the lake cushioning them, she pulled down his jeans fully, exposing his manhood, which stood erect and thick. She ran her tongue across the tip, licking away the lake water and the salty wetness she caused. As her tongue glided in slow circles around his flesh, Owen moaned. His moans turned into a growl as she placed her hand at the base of his shaft then took his full tip into her mouth and sucked hard. It was impossible to fit his entire cock into her mouth, but she took in all that she could, savoring his flavor. His cock tasted like desire.

“I’m gonna come, darling,” he said, his grip tightening around her hair. “You’re too damn good.”

It was what she wanted. His cock grew, ready for release. Quickly, she moved her mouth away and leaned back, unbuttoning the top of her denim dress just in time for him to cum over her breasts. It was warm and satisfying. She liked that she could please him, and she trusted that he would return her affections.

When he finished cuming, he kneeled down into the sand with her, and he continued to unfasten her dress so that it slid off of her like silk from a bed, leaving her exposed in the purple lace of her bra and panties. With his almighty strength, he picked her up and walked into the lake. When they were waist deep in the water, he set her down. Using the water as if it were a toy to tease her, he gently washed the cum from her breasts. His hands were like fire against her skin, awakening her body to the possibilities of his touch. Each drop of water that rolled off of her was a blazing caress.

When she was clean, he pulled her close so that his cock pushed against her lace. Grabbing her hair once more, he kissed her with the force of a thousand hurricanes. His tongue wrestled against hers, ruling her, forcing her to surrender to him, to his desire and to his love. As they kissed, he removed her bra and tossed it to the sand. Holding her around the waist with one hand, he cupped her breast with the other, working her body, charging her so that it matched the heat around them.

When her lips were bruised by his kisses, he moved down to her breast, releasing it to lightly slide his tongue across her nipple, like a feather. It was a shock that added to her ecstasy. Waves of bliss mounted within her, and her core ached.

“Touch me,” she begged. “I want to feel your touch.”

His tongue continued to arouse her nipple, but his hand fell down to her panties, where her wetness was thicker than the waters of the lake. Like a snake slithering provocatively against her skin, his hand brushed across her small patch of hair to her wetness, and then he plunged two fingers into her, seizing her insides with a force that exhilarated her. With his tongue on her nipple and his brawny fingers thrusting within her, she reached her own brink of release. His touch was glorious against her inner flesh, hard like his cock. He moved his fingers within her in a way that swelled her core, reaching deep to stroke the back of her pussy, causing her to scream out in pain and bliss.

“I’m cumming!” she panted, arching her back, inviting him in deeper. “I’m coming hard.”

She did. Her wetness seeped out of her, over his fingers and into the lake, but he continued to bang her with his touch as her body contracted, riding her to the end.

She came, but she wanted more, and so did he. Pressing his mouth to hers, he ripped off her panties and lifted her up so that she straddled him. Water rained down around them as he cusped her ass and glided her pussy over his cock. His tip filled her, sensual against her opening, which still throbbed from his touch. When he lowered her down completely, his cock stretched her pink flesh in a way that made her cry out, but it was euphoric, like mating a god of the lake.

With his strength, he bobbed her on top of his cock, thrusting hard each time it filled her. She could barely breathe through the pleasure. Her cries echoed across the lake and circled back to them so that they heard their own love making.
 

“Cum inside of me,” she told him, scratching her nails across his back. “I want to feel your cock release inside of me.”

Her words were a trigger. Like he had in her mouth, his cock grew within her, ready to cum. She arched her back, a golden glow within her that matched the light within him. He thrust harder, deeper, and then he came, circling his cock around her flesh as he poured himself into her. She came with him, their souls claiming each other as their bodies exploded together.

Cuming with Owen was transcendental. She didn’t want him to let go, nor did he want to let go of her. Remaining inside of her, he kissed her again, harder than before. She returned his passion, biting his lip with the force of her love. Her kisses roamed to his neck where she sucked hard, tasting his flesh once more, making sure to leave her mark on the bear.

Later, they slept in the grass by the lake, giving into their exhaustion. Owen’s arms were the only place Mary Beth wanted to be. When she woke, she allowed him to continue his sleep, listening to him mumble incoherently about missing shifters, and she looked up into an endless blue, happier than she ever had been.
I’ll have to buy taller shoes if I’m going to be walking down the red carpet with Owen
, she thought.
And I’ll definitely have to go to more rodeos.

Alec

Secret Baby Bears I

by

Becca Fanning

Prologue

“Hammer, Smith, & Partridge” hung over the front door, a creaky, faux-antique sign that swung in the breeze.
 

The five men looked at each other.
 

“Nervous?” Alec, the biggest of the bunch, looked around at the others.
 

Jackson shook his head. “Nah, man,” he said with a grin, flexing one of his giant biceps. “I’m sure this is nothing.”
 

Rust and Clay exchanged glances. “I don’t really know what we’re doing here,” Clay said after a moment. “Did you guys get a weird voicemail, too?”
 

Rock laughed. He was the youngest of the group; prone to never taking things too seriously. He grinned, and then said: “No fuckin’ idea, man.” He smirked. “You know, they never found out about what I did with that police car when we were all in college.”
 

“This can’t be about that,” Alec replied. “That was over seven years ago. I got a message, too, but I couldn’t understand what the damn secretary was saying.”
 

A hush settled over the group. Alec took charge and led the way inside. The doorway was so low that all of the men had to hunch down as they passed through. Inside was dark, a bit cramped and dusty. An elderly secretary sat behind a massive oak desk, scribbling something on a legal pad. When she looked up at the group of men, a slight blush washed over her wrinkled features.
 

“Hello, boys,” she said with a smile. “Are you here to meet with Mr. Partridge?”
 

The men all exchanged a look. “Something like that,” Alec said. “We all got this message-“
 

“Oh, yes,” the secretary said, clearly more flustered than before. With surprisingly nimble fingers, she searched through a stack of papers on her desk. “You’re right on time,” she added, glancing up quickly. “Mr. Partridge is in his office. He’s expecting you.”
 

The secretary got up and skittered across the room. She seemed nervous, like she was expecting something to jump out and bite her. As she knocked on the door labeled ‘Partridge,’ Alec glanced at her desk and read the word printed on a folder: “Speculon Labs.”
 

“Come in!” A booming voice sounded from Partridge’s office. The men went in, single file, and arranged themselves around the spacious room. Like the front office, it was a bit dusty, but Partridge had the shades thrown open and sun was streaming through the windowpanes.
 

“What’s all this about?” Alec cleared his throat and settled against the wood-paneled wall. “We all got calls, telling us to come here…” He trailed off, clearing his throat. “I mean, could you tell us why you wanted us to come in? All at once?”
 

Partridge turned to face the group. He was an elderly man with longish, tufted white hair and a silk bow-tie at his throat. Despite his old age, youth twinkled in his clear, blue eyes.
 

“Yes,” he said, clasping his hands together in his lap. “No doubt you recall donating sperm to the genetic research project at Dodson University?”
 

Chapter One

Talia stood at the front of the classroom, her hands poised in front of her. “Class, settle down,” she called in a mild, calm voice. “We’re about to begin for the day.”
 

All of Talia’s students loved Ms. Roberson. Even the rowdy ones could always be brought to order with a stern look or a word of encouragement. Talia was a natural teacher, and it showed. This was her third year at Rickard Elementary, and even though she’d missed the kids over the summer, Talia wasn’t exactly glad to be at school that morning. Recently, her life had become a mountain of stress. Her son, James, was starting to exhibit behavior considered rather abnormal for a two-year-old boy. She could barely leave him alone for a second before he’d make a mess of trouble; lately, his favorite thing to do was chew on the new kitchen cabinets that Talia’s landlord had installed the previous year.
 

That was another thing. Talia’s landlord, Danny, wasn’t just a landlord. He was her ex-boyfriend. They had been college sweethearts, and Talia had honestly thought they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. All her life, she’d wanted children, and she and Danny had worked so hard to get pregnant together. But when it hadn’t happened in a year, they’d gone to see a fertility specialist. To Talia’s shock (and horror), Danny was found to be infertile.
 

“Ms. Roberson! Ms. Roberson!” One of Talia’s students ran up to her, excitedly flapping his arms in the air. “I drew you a picture!”
 

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Talia said, a little absentmindedly. “Thank you!” She crouched down to her student’s height and looked over the drawing. “Are these…bears?”
 

“Yeah!” The boy grinned. “Mom and me went to a wildlife preserve over the weekend! And we saw bears!”
 

Talia laughed politely behind a hand. “I think you mean a
reserve
,” she said softly. “preserves are like jam, what you put on toast.”
 

“Toast bears!” The boy laughed and ran back to his desk.
 

Talia stood up. Her head was beginning to ache, and something deep down inside her told her that this was going to be an unusually long Monday. She’d stayed up all night worrying about her situation.
 

When they’d found out that Danny wouldn’t be able to make Talia pregnant, Talia had been devastated. Danny wanted a second opinion, and a third, and a fourth, and Talia didn’t want to be the one to point out that the first doctor was probably right. They went to see other doctors, anyway, and they all had the same result: no biological children for Danny.
 

Talia was at a loss. She’d never expected to have this problem, and she felt like her time was beginning to run out. Even though she was only twenty-one, her own mother had experienced fertility problems later in life. Talia knew that if she wanted to have more than one child, she’d have to start immediately.
 

One weekend, when Danny was out of town, Talia went to a sperm bank. She spent hours poring over the profiles, and eventually selected sperm from an engineer with a master’s degree in astrophysics.
I want great things for you
, Talia had said to her lower belly, closing her eyes and wishing hard.
I’ll do anything to make sure you succeed.
 

“Ms. Roberson!” One of the kids yelled, startling Talia out of her reverie. “Ms. Roberson, it’s reading time!” The rest of the kids cheered as Talia made her way to the front of the class. Each morning, she began with ‘reading time’ – ten or fifteen minutes of reading aloud from a chapter book. The kids loved it; this week the book was
Swiss Family Robinson
.
 

Suddenly, Talia heard the high-pitched whine of an alarm. Her breath choked in her throat as she gazed wildly around the classroom.
No!
Talia thought in a panic.
We’re not having a drill today! I didn’t know anything about a drill today!
 

“In your special positions, class,” Talia called, struggling to be heard over the whine of the alarm. Some of her students were clearly terrified, with wide open eyes and their hands shoved in their mouths. To her relief, the more alert students got down on their hands and knees, crawling under their desks. Talia had to run around the room, helping the rest to their “places.” Secretly, Talia hated these drills. They didn’t do anything but make her students panic, and it was doubly hard to get the class back on track after they ended.