Edward (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 1) (82 page)

“Is that a shifter thing?” Karina asked him.

“It’s a me and you thing,” Reinicke said, his face coming level with her own. “I always knew that I would
know
when I met ‘the girl’. You’re it, Karina. You’re mine.”

“You’d better claim me then,” she said, reaching up to pull his face down for a kiss.

Reinicke entered her whilst their tongues were fighting, his thick shaft filling her so sharply that she felt her whole body shiver. He was quick and precise in his movements, thrusting deep then pulling back to tease her clit with his fingers. His tongue snaked down her neck and round her earlobes, his hips pushing her legs wide apart. Karina let them rise, wrapping them around his muscular back as he pressed deeper still into her waiting body. She was panting, the burn of orgasm already making her abdomen ache. She knew what he meant about just
knowing
. Perhaps she had known all week, trying to hide the truth from herself.

After so long making other people happy in love, Karina had almost forgotten what it felt like.

But Reinicke was there to remind her. He let his thumb flick over her swollen clitoris until she moaned with ecstasy, then he really went in to show her what he could do. He held her hips firmly and made his thrusts as deep as he could, sending shockwaves of electric pleasure into every nerve. Karina felt herself arching, her eager body pushing against him as she begged inwardly for release. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading, asking for what she knew he could give her. Reinicke grew faster still, harder and sharper as he rocked their bodies together.

“Oh!” she exclaimed as the first throes of the orgasm reached her, making her body tense up and shake.

Karina felt the rush and the pleasurable pain, knowing her climax would be a big one. When it came, she felt it shake her whole body, forcing her to make sounds she didn’t even know were in her throat. Her quivering legs fell back down when Reinicke let them go, and she was still riding out the tingles of her own breathless pleasure when she felt him shudder and push those last few thrusts into her. He kissed her neck, his voice low and growling when he whispered to her.

“Mine,” he reminded her. “Mine forever now.”

And she wouldn’t ever have it any other way.

One month later.

“Reinicke, where on earth have you been?” Anina demanded.

Karina had been forewarned about the Best clan before she met them. Reinicke was accurate in his descriptions, and she recognized his elderly grandmother at once by her milky amber gaze and admonishing tone. Her gaze snapped to Karina, then down to the place where she and Reinicke were clasping one another’s hands. Anina appeared to relax a little at that.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said politely. “I didn’t realize you, uh… Reinicke, who is this lovely girl?”

There were other people assembled in the room, and Karina had never met any of them. But she was pretty sure she could guess who they all were. There were two brothers, Reinicke’s older cousins, who were named Dietrich and Ben. Dietrich was cradling a girl called Elise in one arm, and she held their little baby boy, Isaak in hers. Ben had a baby on his lap too, a girl with beautiful cocoa-colored skin named Lily, and his wife Layla stood with one proud hand on his shoulders. That left the two blonde cousins, Kurt and Hart, with their partners Stacey and Jane. In front of Stacey there was a buggy with two tiny twins sleeping peacefully, and Jane had a fully round belly that made her look as though she was due to give birth at any moment.

Clan Best was a quite a family to join, but Karina, as in all things, was confident that she could make it work.

“Sorry, we’ve been in Vegas,” Reinicke explained.

“No,” Dietrich said at once, his voice hitching in shock. “You don’t mean…”

“May I introduce Karina Best, my wife,” Reinicke said with all the pride in the world.

There was an explosion of shouts and disbelieving cries of joy, then suddenly Karina and Reinicke were surrounded by the clan. The flurry of people showered them in congratulations amid the sounds of babies cooing and waking from their sleep. In the eye of the joyous family storm, Karina held onto Reinicke, looking up into the proud expression of her new husband.

“You know what comes next right?” she asked.
 

She patted her tummy as if to explain. Reinicke raised a brow, a genuine grin on his face.

“Well, you’re the boss,” he reasoned.

“I am,” Karina replied.

And in that moment, she realized that she hadn’t seen Reinicke pull that long, sour expression in weeks.

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.”

“Oh?”

“Why do people prefer the local grocer over the big chains?”

She flicked her stack of sales numbers. “They don’t, apparently.”

“Then maybe you’re not taking advantage of the biggest asset you have.”

Blair crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes slightly at him. “And what’s that?”

“Local. Organic. People these days will pay double if they know they’re not getting chemicals, and if they’re helping out the little guy from the next town over. You fill your store with nothing but organic products from the Ozark and watch your business increase.”

She considered this for a moment. She’d always thought people wanted their big brands, the products they were used to using. The same products they could get at ShopRite on double coupon day for much cheaper than they could in her store. But if they got hooked on products they couldn’t get at ShopRite, then he might be onto something. It would mean a huge shift in inventory, though, and some big risks. This was a decision that would need time, careful thought, and lots of number crunching.
 

Daxton leaned across the desk. She got a whiff of his cologne—a subtly musky, almost woodsy scent that was also sweet somehow. She took a deeper whiff without making it obvious.
 

“And,” he said with a smirk, “If you like that idea, I’ve got some product that will really sell well. And it won’t even require shelf space.”

Before she could ask, he pulled out another business card and handed it to her.

Same name, same title. But this company was listed as Wild Honey Whiskey and boasted the tag line, “locally distilled and bottled.” She tried to hand the card back. “Moonshine?”
 

“The best in the Ozarks.”

“You’re serious.”
 

“Would you like to try a sample?”
 

He reached inside his suit jacket, but she stood up and held up her palm to stop him.

“No, no, no. Please leave. I don’t want your illegal product anywhere near me or my store. Thank you.”

She marched to the office door and held it open, gesturing for him to leave. He stood feet from her, towering over her, his teeth glinting bright white in the office fluorescents.