Fast and FURious Bears: BBW Bear Shifter BWWM Werebear Paranormal Romance (Wild Alpha Shifters Book 4) (4 page)

“Do me now,” she said.

She reached down for his cock, already sleek with his desire.

“Put on a condom and fuck me hard.”

Tom reached down for his pants and pulled a condom out of his pocket.

“Give me that,” Amanda said.

He handed Amanda the condom and she tore the wrapper open between her teeth, pulling it out. She didn’t want him fumbling around. Besides, she liked putting it on. It let her make sure the job was done right. She squeezed the end and rolled the rubber down over his rigid cock. Oh my, she could feel his engorged member pulsing.

Tom picked her up and turned her roughly around, positioning her against the wall. He spread her legs and Amanda pushed her ass out. She glanced over her shoulder at him. Amanda thought she heard him growl as he reached up under her panties for her pussy. He ran a thick finger through her dripping petals before pulling her panties to the side. Then she felt his hands on her ass as he entered her in one powerful thrust.

“Ahhh!” he grunted.

She was wet enough that he slipped right up inside of her. The angle was perfect, just the way she liked it.

“Harder,” she said, thrusting her ass out to meet him.

“Harder?”

“And deeper.”

He thrust into her again and they fell into a punishing rhythm. Amanda pressed her fingers into the wall as he plunged into her. It had been a long time since she’d had it like that. Uncommitted. No strings attached. She liked the way his cock slid up inside her. Every time a little deeper. Every time bringing her a little closer.

He reached up from behind her, grabbing her tits, and she felt his hard chest on her back.
Oh yeah, do me like that.
Then he took her nipples between his fingers, squeezing them roughly, and Amanda felt the first tremors building. An electric jolt shot out from her core. She kept the rhythm up, his balls slapping against her ass, his heavy breathing in her ear. She knew she was getting close, but she didn’t know how close until he squeezed her nipples again.

“More,” Amanda moaned.

He tugged on her nipples while ramming into her, and Amanda felt another electric jolt run through her.

“Again.”

He drove into her, the tension within her building.

“Harder.”

She thrust her ass out and he plunged into her again.

“Yes.”

He was all the way inside her now, her slick channel sucking at his dick, begging for more.

“Again.”

And he pulled out, driving into her one more time, tugging on her nipples as he hit home. Her insides quivered. It was too much. The dam broke. She felt the earth move like a landslide.

“I’m coming,” Amanda moaned.

Tom grunted. She felt him let go within her, groaning his release. Her pussy grasped at his cock as he continued to thrust, the waves of pleasure radiating outward. Damn, she had missed that feeling. The release. It was electric, and the waves of pleasure kept coming and coming. He pulled out of her, her orgasm subsiding. He wasn’t the best she’d had, but he still hit the spot.

“You good?” Tom asked.

“Oh, I’m good,” Amanda said, catching her breath.

“Do you mind if I…” He pointed to the bathroom.

“Yeah. Go clean yourself up.”

Amanda adjusted her panties and pulled her ripped nightshirt back together. She watched as he loped off to the bathroom. That had been a hell of a ride, she thought. Both in his car and afterward. She only hoped that things wouldn’t be awkward between them in the morning.

Chapter Four

Greg got into work early, so he decided to run a mop across the showroom floor. The cleaners were off for the Labor Day weekend, but he didn’t see that as an excuse for why the showroom couldn’t be as bright and shiny as it always was. The white marble gleamed under the halogen lights as he swished the mop back and forth. Looking good. People began to arrive for work.

“Hey, Jada,” Greg said.

“Morning, Greg.”

Jada stepped past the wet part of the floor. “How’s your head?”

“Better than your voice,” Greg said with a laugh.

Greg put his back into his work. He had a lot to catch up on this morning, and mopping the floor was just his way of getting his blood moving. Brandon strode in.

“Morning, dude,” Brandon said.

“Good to see you minus the beer bong, Brandon.”

“You know we have people to mop the floor, right?” Brandon said.

“Not today we don’t.”

Greg mopped the floor around the tires of the red Ferrari California that sat in the middle of the showroom floor. Out of the corner of his eye he recognized Tom’s car as it pulled up in front of the showroom. The sight of it made him think of Amanda. Greg needed to talk to her. Tom Cooper aside, something had been off at the barbecue yesterday. It was the way Amanda had looked at him. He didn’t remember her looking at him like that before. It was as if she was seeing him in a whole new light. The entire evening had left him feeling strange and a little hollow inside.

Tom’s car stopped at the side of the building and Amanda got out. Greg immediately felt a stab to his heart. He had seen Amanda with men before, but he had taken it in stride. Now, however, after seeing the way she had looked at him, seeing her with Tom made him livid. He watched as Tom parked out back and sauntered back to the wash shack. Just watching him walk was enough to make Greg’s bear growl. Greg wanted to punch Tom in the jaw. To slap him right off the lot. He cursed his poor judgment in hiring him in the first place.

“Hey, Greg.”

Amanda click-clacked in on a new set of platform heels. Greg had been noticing Amanda’s footwear of late, in spite of himself. The woman liked her shoes. She wore a flowing summer dress and she had a bit of a glow about her. Greg’s look was closer to a glower. He tried to put on a cheerful face.

“Hey, Amanda.”

“Um, what’s wrong?”

Damn it. How did she know something was wrong? Was it that obvious?

“Beer ache?”

“Maybe a little.”

“I’ll call Bailey at the deli. Get her to put on a big pot of soup for you for lunch.”

Amanda click-clacked past. Damn, he loved that woman. But as a
friend
, he reminded himself. The time for anything more had long since passed. Still, the way she had looked at him last night. It had lit something up inside of him. It had awoken his bear from a long hibernation, and he wasn’t sure it would ever want to go back to sleep. What to do but clean up? Greg finished mopping. Then he picked up the bucket to empty it out back.

Maybe he did have a beer ache, as Amanda had put it. He certainly had drunk his fair share, which was not generally recommended at staff parties. But the people at Wild Alpha Auto were more than staff. They were pretty much family. Greg decided that
h
e would let this ache he felt for Amanda run its course. He’d been there before. He dumped the mop water into the grate in the concrete.

“You should have heard her, bro.”

Greg looked up. He recognized Tom’s voice. What was he talking about?

“She squealed like a piglet as I plowed into her.”

Greg wasn’t sure he could believe what he was hearing. He walked into the wash shack, putting the mop into the corner. The mechanic Tom had been talking to left the shack.

“Tom,” Greg said.

“Greg.”

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“I never said I was a gentleman.”

Greg turned away from Tom. Was he going to do this? No, he wasn’t going to do this. His bear might, though. His bear might definitely consider ripping Tom’s head off. Yup. Turned out his bear didn’t need to debate the matter at all. Greg pivoted on his heel and went straight for Tom with both hands, lifting the smaller man up by his collar and thrusting him against the wall.

“You don’t talk like that about her! You hear?”

But Tom didn’t look intimidated. He stared Greg in the eye. “No. I’m not sure I do.”

Greg didn’t back down. “You’re not in Wild Summit to wash cars and you don’t give a shit about Amanda. What do you want?”

“Like I told you. One race, bro. Just one race to settle this thing between us. Winner gets bragging rights.”

“And the loser?”

“Loser leaves town.” Tom smirked. “For good.”

“What do you care if you have to leave town? You have no roots here.”

“But you do,” Tom said. “And I’ve got a feeling those stakes are a good way to motivate you.”

“You want me to win?”

“I want to know you’re giving it your all. When I beat you, I want it to count.”

“If I agree to this, you’ll never talk to her again?” Greg said.

“I lose, you never see me again. Come to think of it, both ways you never see me again.”

Greg kept Tom pinned against the wall, his biceps straining under the load.

“What is it about racing me?” Greg said. “Why do you care?”

“It’s simple. Because I don’t lose. Not to you. Not to anyone.”

Greg let go and Tom dropped back to his feet.

“One race,” Greg said.

“Hey, guys,” Amanda said, entering the wash shack with a bright smile. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Greg said. And he walked out.

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Amanda watched Greg go. Something was definitely wrong. Combined with the way Greg had been looking at her at the party, it was making Amanda wonder how he really felt about her.

“Hey, Amanda,” Tom said as he filled his bucket up.

“Hey,” Amanda replied. “So, I was wondering.”

“About what?”

“If you’d like to go out to dinner sometime? You know, on a proper date?”

“Why not?” Tom said.

“Great. I’m slammed for the next few days, but say Wednesday? Eight o’clock? There’s a restaurant called Romeo’s on the main drag. I’ll reserve a table for two.”

Tom finished filling the bucket. “Romeo’s it is. I’ll meet you there.”

Amanda turned on her heel with a smile.

“Come hungry.”

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The next few days passed in a blur. Amanda hadn’t planned on being intimate with Tom. But it had happened. And she saw no reason not to see where it went. Even if what had transpired between them proved to be just sex, she wanted to know for sure. After all, Amanda wasn’t getting any younger. She wasn’t interested in drama, and more than that, she wasn’t interested in imagining where she stood. She wanted to know. Amanda knew she was a big, curvy woman. But she also knew that some men went for that. And not just for a lark. That’s why she had taken the initiative to ask Tom out.

Strangely, though, the question that preoccupied her wasn’t where she stood with Tom, but where she stood with Greg. That was the weird one. For four straight days, he had continued with his odd behavior, being quiet in her presence but joking with Jada and the others. It was like he… liked her.

Amanda had half a mind to corner him and ask what his problem was. But the other half of her mind was focused on her date with Tom. She hoped that he had found a place to live. More than that, she hoped that she hadn’t been too forward.

Amanda went home from work Wednesday evening without even so much as a goodbye from Greg. Bummer. He always said goodbye to her. Maybe she was reading too much into it and he was just in a bad mood. Amanda decided to give him a pass.

Once she got home, she took a long, hot shower and then selected an outfit for the evening. Her night with Tom had been sex. No cuddling, no commitments, just plain sex. The point of tonight was to see if it could become something more. Amanda chose a striped, silky dress and a pair of purple pumps. Then she applied her makeup, a little more than she wore at the office, but not so much as to look overdone. After that, she flat-ironed her hair.
Not bad, girl, not bad.

She checked the time. Seven-thirty. No harm getting there a little early. Her apartment was close by, so she walked to the restaurant. Romeo’s served generous portions of authentic Italian food at reasonable prices. It wasn’t some kind of high-end place, of which there were several in town, because Amanda didn’t want that. She may have done the asking, but Tom was still the man. If he insisted on paying for dinner, she didn’t want the poor guy going broke. Hell, for all she knew, he was still sleeping in his car.

Amanda took a seat at the table for two, a nice one near the window, and the waiter brought two glasses of water and a basket of bread. The bread was hot from the oven and looked tempting, but Amanda waited. It was exactly eight-o’clock. No sense starting without him. The restaurant was reasonably busy and Amanda casually watched the other couples, wondering what the evening would bring. It was alway exciting getting to know someone, and Amanda intended to learn all about Tom.

A few minutes passed and Amanda realized she was starving. One piece of bread wouldn’t hurt. She buttered one up. Mmm... good. The waiter returned.

“A glass of wine, ma’am?”

“I’m meeting somebody. Can you check back in five?”

Amanda enjoyed the bread. It was now ten minutes after eight. She checked her phone. No texts. No matter, Tom was new in town. He was probably having a hard time finding the place. Not a biggie. She waited. A couple got up and another took their place. Fifteen minutes after eight. Amanda took a drink of her water as she scanned outside. It was dark out now, vehicles slowly traveling down Main Street. She checked her phone again. Another couple left. Amanda started to get anxious.
Calm down, girl. He’s late is all.

The waiter came by, and this time, Amanda ordered a bottle of the house red. It would be here when he got there and it would help her calm down. Ten more minutes passed. There were still no texts from Tom, and she decided she’d give him another five minutes and then she’d leave. Forget leaving, she’d order instead. She was hungry and she had come to eat. She wasn’t about to let a late date get in the way of dinner.

Soon it was eight thirty and Tom was now half-an-hour late. Amanda finished her glass of wine. Should she order on her own like she’d bravely pretended she would? Or maybe she’d have another glass of wine first? Yes, more wine. Maybe his car had broken down. Or he had gotten caught in traffic. Or something worse had happened. Or, she thought to herself, he had simply stood her up. Why would he do that? It didn’t make any sense. Was it because she had asked him out instead of the other way around? Amanda poured more wine. She had started to feel self-conscious, sitting alone at a table for two.