Her First Time With A Bear (BBW Shifter Romance) (14 page)

“I have to tell you this, Wes. It’s just a warning to be more careful. Especially if any of these two clown's friends come looking for trouble. I’m hoping we've sorted it out, but you can never tell.”

“I understand. They are OK with Paris knowing then?”

“Paris, yes. They know she is your chosen mate. But not the mother.”

“I don’t abide by all the council's rules,” Wes said, his temper a little frayed. Not that he intended to let Shar into his secret; he simply had a thing about authority.

“Please, Wes. There’s been enough trouble, I’m simply asking, out of courtesy.”

“I understand,” Wes let his bad mood go. “I know you mean well, Tom, you have my word I will not tell her, and Paris will keep my secret too.”

“It’s our secret, Wes. That’s why we have the council, to keep us all safe.”

“Point taken, Tom. If that’s all, I’ll say goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Wes. And don't worry, these two will be dealt with, although I am thinking it might be better to bring in Selena, let her put their thoughts straight.”

“In what way?” Wes asked. He had never thought Tom let the witches have anything to do with real criminals.

“The council think it might be better if they don’t remember anything about Paris, or tonight. We could put it down to them being drunk, but it would mean sending them on their way. Make them believe they were simply passing through, and Selena will plant the idea that they never want to return. She’s good. But I would need your word that this would go no further.”

“No further?”

“Come on Wes; don’t make me spell it out for you.”

Wes knew what he was asking. These men would go free, and he had to let them go, nothing to raise suspicion, nothing to make anyone look into their visit to the forest. It was a hard thing for him to hear, but now he had made love to Paris, his anger had ebbed a little. If he used his head it seemed like a good idea, he knew the witches could make it so the men never returned. Perhaps he should push for them to put suicide in their thoughts. No. The witches would not go for that.

“OK,” he said abruptly. “Let me know what you decide, just get Selena to send them far away from here.”

“Understood, I’ll be in touch with the details. It’s for the best,” he added as an afterthought.

“You're probably right, and I know the council likes its ends neatly tied up.”

Tom laughed, “If they had their way the two wouldn’t be walking out of here at all, but the law is the law.”

“Goodnight,” Wes said.

“Night,” Tom replied, hanging up.

Wes thought about the conversation as he went back to bed. Tom must have an impossible job, walking a fine line between the human laws he was sworn to uphold, and the council's power, which they liked to wield in their own way. He wondered how much he had covered up over the years.

“Not my problem,” he muttered as he slid back under the sheets and pulled Paris close to him. She murmured in her sleep, and pressed her body against him. He felt himself harden, he was going to struggle to sleep with her beside him, all he wanted to do was make love to her again, to cover her with his scent so no man or beast would ever dare go near her again.

Paris woke, not quite knowing where she was. There was something incredibly warm next to her, when she touched his warm skin; everything came flooding back to her. All the fear of yesterday, her anger towards her mom, and her love for Wes.

Yes, she loved him. It wasn't simply this unmistakable physical attraction, it was more, something deeper, he made her feel cared for, he made her feel precious. She mattered to him, her thoughts and feelings mattered to him, he was not some alpha brute who instilled his will on her.

“You're awake,” he said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

She turned, placing her hands on the sparse hair that covered his chest, enjoying the feel of him. “Yes, I hope I didn't wake you.”

He lifted one of her hands and placed it to his mouth. “Wouldn't want to miss a minute of you being here next to me.” She giggled. “What's so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing, it's sounded a bit corny that’s all.”

He grabbed her wrists and turned her on her back, raising her hands over her head. She squirmed beneath him, her body wriggling against his. When she felt how hard he was, her smile dropped from her lips.

“So you think I’m funny do you?” He kissed her neck, before raising his head and looking at her, that unmistakable fire in his eyes. “I’m sorry, but this is all new to me, I’m used to women being willing to go to bed with me for my body, not for my small talk.”

“You must have quite a reputation in that case, why don't you show me if you deserve it.” She shifted her body, pushing up against him.

He laughed. “Nothing would suit me better.”

He transferred both her wrists to one of his large hands, and then used the free one to cup her breast in his warm palm. She gasped when he lowered his head and trapped her nipple in his mouth, his tongue rolling over it until she thought her body would explode.

Shifting his weight, he lifted her thigh, positioning his body between her legs. His fingers slid down and dipped into her already heated sex. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of him probing her intimately; his hands wonderfully large and warm, all the more satisfying on her body.

As he pushed another inside her she could not believe that only a few days ago all this intense pleasure was a mystery to her, he had awoken something inside her she had never known existed, both physically and emotionally. Pushing deeper, she arched her back and pressed down on his fingers, wanting him to make her come right now.

“Not yet,” he whispered, and released her briefly, finding a condom by the side of the bed, and quickly fitting it over his cock.

Then his mouth kissed her shoulder, over her collarbone, and then covered her breasts. He moved to spread her thighs, her brain following every minute movement he made, revelling in the sensations he elicited from her body. She was a fine instrument, and he had learned to play her perfectly, each stroke of his hands and mouth on her skin making her want him more.

His cock pressed against her, and she relaxed, as he slipped inside her. This did not last long, he pushed deep inside her and tension filled her body immediately. He moved in and out of her, hard and strong, he was not going to take it slow this morning, she was a woman in his eyes now, and he wanted to take her swiftly.

Once more, he lifted her thigh, changing the angle of his body, and lunged forward to penetrate her completely. She put her arms around his neck, holding him tight and keeping herself braced against his strong thrusts. Their eyes met, and then their mouths, his kisses fierce, his tongue pushing between her teeth, and mimicking the rhythm of his cock.

His hips and butt worked hard, the muscles tensing while he pushed deep and then pulled back out of her, each long stroke a moment of bliss as he stimulated her inner walls. She tensed, gripping him tight; a grunt of approval against her mouth telling her he liked that. Paris loved the thought of the hours they would spend making love until they found out exactly what the other liked, and how to please them in such wonderful ways.

His hand on her thigh gripped tighter, and his thrusts became deeper, short sharp jerks, a sign she had already learned that meant he was going to come. She tensed her body, gripping him tighter, and then letting go. Repeating this she drove him crazy, he ended their kiss and instead buried his head in the pillow to drown out the roar that escaped him as he came. Her hands went over his back, and she pressed her fingernails into him as she followed him to that point of ecstasy.

Her own voice mingled with his. Paris's higher in pitch, rising further as the waves of pleasure swept through her body. She lifted her hips, pressing herself onto him, wanting their bodies to become one, to share this feeling of closeness, completeness with him. They were joined, and this bond could never be broken, it was as ethereal as much as physical, she understood that now.

Understood there were other powers at work in the world, things she could never have imagined. Life would never be the same again. Not now when she knew of things that only a few were blessed to be able to share.

***

Wes kissed her shoulder; they had been lying side by side, enjoying being alone together. He had made her breakfast, and she gulped the lot down, starving did not even begin to describe how hungry she was. Then they had relaxed, listening to the breeze rustling the leaves outside, and birds singing.

“Oh, no!” Paris said, sitting up. “What time is it?”

He looked lazily at the clock behind her, “10.30 ish.”

She pulled the covers off and got up. “I forgot about Ted. He'll be expecting me.”

Wes grabbed her hand and pulled her back to his strong arms. “Don’t be silly, he is not expecting you in at all. Tom phoned him yesterday when we found you. He’s glad you're OK.”

“I should call, him and apologise.”

“Call him if you want, he'll be relieved to hear your voice, I’m sure. He feels pretty guilty I can tell you.”

“Guilty, Why?”

“For speaking to those bastards.” His voice took on a rough, harsh tone.

“It’s not his fault. If my mom hadn’t been with them in the first place none of this would have happened.” The tone of her own voice surprised Paris.

He took a deep breath, and let go of is own anger. “Hey, don’t let it upset you. It’s finished now, over.”

“Is it? What about next time? I can’t believe how much she has let me down, all my life.” Paris stifled a sob.

“Paris, it’s OK, you’re just angry, and emotional. Give it a couple of days and you'll feel differently.”

“No, I won’t. I can’t trust her, she only ever thinks of herself.”

“You can’t change the way people are, it must have been tough bringing you up alone.”

“She never wanted me. I was a mistake, one she had to drag with her wherever she went. Well now she doesn't have to worry.”

“Paris, don’t do or say something you might regret. Give yourself a chance to calm down first.”

“I’ve made up my mind. Is it OK if I have a shower? And then can you take me home so I can collect my things”

“Sure, Paris. But please don’t do something you'll regret.”

“Does that mean you don’t want me here?” She looked close to tears.

Wes held her close, and kissed the top of her head. “You know it doesn’t. I want you to be happy, Paris. And I worry if you cut your mom out of your life, you will regret it. Please think things through.”

“I will,” she said, kissing his cheek.

She got up and headed for the bathroom, washing herself, trying to wake up her body, which simply craved to be left to recover after yesterday's ordeal. However, she needed clothes, and her toothbrush, she ought to collect her books too. She would need to study later, or she would drop further behind and never catch up.

***

“Ready?” Wes asked, standing by the front door with his keys in his hand.

“Yes, oh, no. I don’t have my keys; they were in my purse, wherever that is now.”

“Tom gave it me; he got it from the car. Wait, I’ll get it.” He disappeared into the kitchen, and came back with her purse. “Forgot all about it. Sorry.”

“Don't be silly,” she said, and took it from him, opening it up, expecting her money to be gone. To her surprise, it was still there. “I thought they would have taken it.”

“I don't think they were after your cash,” Wes said, and immediately regretted it.

Her face crumpled, he went to hug her, and she fell into his arms feeling weak, and fragile. Would she ever get over it, feel her old self again? She hated being like this, dependent on Wes for reassurance. She might just as well quit college and become a hermit.

“Let’s get this done and then we can come back and I’ll cook you lunch.”

“That sounds wonderful, but what about the bar? Don’t you need to work?”

“Later, but today is a quiet day. Most of my customers will be recovering from last night. Frank won’t mind picking up the hours. Then we can sit down and decide how this is all going to work.”

She placed her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much trouble.”

“I’d do anything for you, Paris.” He smiled at her. “Too corny again?”

“No. I like it.” She put her hand in his and they went out to his truck, and drove down to her house.

It seemed unreal, everything that had happened in the last few days seemed impossible when she opened her front door and saw all the familiar things surrounding her. The kitchen, with its shabby cabinets, and the table she had so often sat at and done her homework.

Turning sadly around she went upstairs to change and pack some clothes. In her small bedroom where Wes had made love to her for the first time, she sat down on her bed and looked at the photo of her and her mom, smiling together.

They were at the beach, Paris had been ten, they had just taken off, the weather too good to be stuck in the city where they had been living. Paris smiled; she could almost feel the warm sand between her toes, and the feel of the cool seawater on her skin. Salty smells, melting ice cream, it all jumbled together. That was a good year. If her mom were not the women she was, Paris would not have had the same experiences that made her who she was.

The phone rang, and Paris got up and ran down to answer it, passing Wes who had stayed downstairs to give her some privacy. She lifted the receiver. “Hello.”

“Hello, Paris. Is everything OK? You never sent the money.”

“No, Mom. I didn’t.” Her mind whirled, what was she supposed to do? Wes was right, Shar was the only mom she had, and if she disowned her now she would regret it. After all these years, she was an adult, no longer subject to her mom's whims; she would sever the apron strings, but not cut the ties completely.

“Was it a problem with Ted? I could hitch otherwise.”

“No. Please wait until tomorrow, I’ll send you the money then. I’ll do it before school.”

“Thanks Paris. I have to go. I borrowed some guy's phone, so I can’t talk long.”