ROMANCE: Bear Naked Passion (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 2) (13 page)

Chapter 6

I stood back, arms crossed over my torso, watching as Jonathan undressed. His muscular body was exposed to me with every lost piece of clothing. The shirt, the shoes and socks, the slacks, and finally the shorts. I felt my heartbeat quicken even further; he was so beautiful, every muscle defined, with a long, thick penis. He was virility personified, and I wanted him with every ounce of my being.

“Step back,” he warned. I did, and I forced myself to keep my eyes fixed on him as he shifted. It was as if he started shimmering before me, then running like water. His feet and hands lengthened, as did his skull and neck. He grew, stretching 20 feet into the air above me. He bent forward, wings unfolding from his back. Scales replaced his skin. A long, spiked tail cut through the air behind him.

Then it was done, and I was standing face-to-face with a dragon. He threw back his head and breathed a column of fire into the air. I shivered despite the warmth.

He looked down at me, his yellow eyes glowing.

“Fly,” I commanded. I wanted to see.

But he took me by surprise; if I wanted him to fly, he would show me how it felt when he did. He reached down, grasping me in his long talons. I screamed more in surprise than horror, and we took to the air.

He didn’t fly far; maybe a mile out to sea and back. It was dark, the only light coming from the moon. Even though he couldn’t speak to me, I knew intuitively that he wouldn’t hurt me; with that fear out of the way, I was free to feel the exhilaration of flight. The wind whipped through my hair, and I couldn’t help whooping with joy.

Then we turned back, and before I knew it we were on the beach. He uncurled his talons and placed me gently back on the sand. My chest was heaving, my breath coming hard and fast. I had never been more excited, more fully alive. My entire body was throbbing, and there was only one thing I wanted.

I looked up at him, and he down at me. “Take me,” I said, loud and clear. “I’m yours.”

He threw back his head once again and breathed fire; I sensed his triumph. Then he looked back down at me, and reached for me. I shivered at his touch. He ran one of his long claws gently over my shoulder, pulling down the strap to my tank top. I held my breath, waiting for his next move; he went to the other shoulder, and that strap also slipped down until my top was ready to fall off.

Suddenly he hooked one claw into my top, right between my breasts, and pulled forward so roughly that the fabric was shredded. I was left topless, my breasts heaving. One of his claws caressed my left nipple and I gasped, caught between pleasure and fear. It was intoxicating. He could have hurt me, even killed me, easily. And yet I was more aroused than I’d ever been. I moaned, softly, the heat between my legs growing.

I saw his excitement growing as well; I’d have to be blind to miss it. His member was massive and fully erect; I shuddered at the thought of trying to take all of that in. I knew he would have to change back before we could be together; still, the sight of it and the power I knew he possessed was enough to make my juices flow.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please take me. I need you.”

Moments later he was back in human form and gathering me up in his arms; he walked into the house with me, not saying a word until we got to his palatial bedroom.

He threw me onto the bed and lowered himself on top of me. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. I gasped, my body rising to meet his.

“So are you,” I whispered, running my nails from his firm backside to his shoulders and back down again. I reveled in the feel of him; I’d been dying to touch him for so long, and now he was mine. I felt his mouth on my throat, working its way down to my chest. His hands, meanwhile, were caressing my thighs. I wrapped my right leg around his hips; he ran his hand from my ankle to the round globe of my butt, and I cried out softly when he reached that sensitive area. His fingers dug into my flesh and I moaned and urged him on.

His mouth moved closer and closer to my erect nipples; soon he was running his tongue in slow, delicious circles around one. I whimpered, begging him to take it inside his mouth. “Please, suck me,” I whimpered. “Please, please, suck my tits.”

He did as I asked, and my back arched when I felt him sucking hard on my delicate flesh. His mouth sent shockwaves of pleasure to my center, and I ached with arousal. His mouth switched to the other breast and he repeated his sensual treatment.

My head turned from side to side on the silk duvet, my hands grasping and clawing at his thick dark hair as he pleasured me. I was lost in bliss, crying out again and again; he moved lower, down to my abdomen. His tongue dipped into my navel, and I nearly screamed as the sensation tore me apart.

I felt his hands working my leggings down until they were around my feet, leaving me in silk panties that were likely soaked through with my need for him. Then they came off, too.

“You smell so delicious,” he murmured, his face so closed to the place where my thighs met. I felt him touch his tongue to my enflamed lips and I nearly jumped from the bed, screaming softly. He dove in, dipping his tongue into my wet folds. He lashed my throbbing bud with his tongue, and I held his head to me as he drove me higher and higher. I felt a familiar pressure building between my legs, a burning that grew and grew until I stiffened all over…and then screamed as the force of my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. My entire body trembled with the aftershocks.

“Oh, Jonathan,” I murmured, and he crawled back on top of me.

“I need you,” he whispered, raggedly. His chest, like mine, was heaving. I felt his hardness pressing against my hip and I trembled, knowing what he wanted to do to me.

“I’m yours,” I said again, staring into his green eyes. “I’m yours, forever.”

His eyes closed, a smile spread across his perfect face. He reached down and guided himself into my wet heat; we both cried out when he slid home and filled me with his thick, throbbing member.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped, gripping his muscular shoulders. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him further into me; he couldn’t be close enough.

He stayed that way for a delicious moment, not moving, just filling me. “We’re one,” he whispered, kissing the tip of my nose, my forehead, my cheeks. Finally our mouths met, for the first time. As they did he began moving back and forth, in and out of me.

Never had I felt so completely whole. I kissed his neck, his shoulder, ran my mouth over his jaw and chin as he rocked us both into a frenzy. He drove himself into me, harder and harder, filling me with his essence as I screamed for more.

“Yes!” I screamed. “Harder! Yes!” He responded by pounding into me until our bodies came together with a juicy slapping sound. We were both crying out now, grunting and screaming with every thrust. Again I felt myself being driven to the edge and beyond; my muscles clamped down around his hardness as my body began milking him for everything he had.

He tensed all over, throwing his head back and nearly roaring as he spilled his seed into me. My muscles spasmed again and again as my climax flowed through my entire body. I gripped him with my arms and legs, not wanting to let go.

Eventually I had to, however, once we both recovered and our breathing slowed down. He pushed himself up on his arms, taking in the sight of my full, lush body.

“Just as good as I’d always imagined,” he said with a slow, sexy smile. I giggled; I knew how he felt.

“So I take it you’ll be coming with me to the big meeting tomorrow night?” he asked. I nodded without hesitation.

“Everything that’s mine will be yours,” he said. “You know that, right?”

I nodded. But none of it mattered, not really. Money was nice, but what was nicer was what still laid between my thighs, in my arms.

“All I want is this. All I want is you,” I told him, before we kissed again.

THE END

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Bad 4 the Ex

Bad 4 the Ex

Chapter 1

I lie here in an empty bed looking around at my surroundings and knowing that I could never do better than what I have right now. My husband Jasper is a huge international trader and he is always bringing home the bacon. Anybody in my position would be happy, or at least content in all this opulence. I didn’t feel that way and there has always been that missing piece. He’s always there and I have no idea how to get rid of him from my consciousness. He has this hold on me that makes me wake up every morning in a hot sweat and a need to jump into a cold shower.

I’m not exactly a model type, but being an African American, I tend to have a bit more junk in the trunk than a regular kind of girl. I don’t mind, because my curves are exactly what Jasper was looking for when he saw me at the car show. He was the one that approached me and at first I was hesitant, but I soon realized that his intentions were clear. He wanted a wife and a woman that was going to love him unconditionally. I could give him one of those things, but the second one I figured that I would learn in time.

I slipped out of bed, my body following suit, until I was standing and walking towards this bathroom that had always made me look at it, as if it wasn’t mine. The sunken tub with the window overlooking a vast expanse of property was to die for. I had one problem and that was Jasper was not exactly a bather and did not find sinking his weary bones into hot water something that appealed to him. He was all about the quick shower, but there were times that I had surprised him with a momentary release.

I got myself ready for the day, showering and putting on the necessary war mask. Makeup was not exactly my forte, but it did bring out my cheekbones and I had to admit that Jasper seemed to like it. He was an Ex football player, ex navy and had a strict discipline when he was growing up with his father, who was also in the armed forces. He liked things just so and thankfully we had enough money that a maid could come in once a week and make sure the place was tidy and put together before he got home from one of his business trips.

I walked out with a towel draped around me, the white terry cloth feeling nice against my skin. There was a photo of my husband hanging just above our some drawers. I liked this photo. He was the epitome of what a man should look like - without a shirt; I was awestruck by his imposing physical presence. He made all the other guys that I’ve been with in the past pale in comparison. There was really only one that had taken my breath away and he was at least 1000 miles away.

I opened my walk in closet, seeing all of these amazing dresses designed by very famous names staring at me right in the face. With him not home, I could go a bit more casual, so I decided on a yellow sundress. It was something that would be cool enough for these hot and humid summer nights. Phoenix had a tendency to have this humidity and thankfully I had air conditioning in all the rooms of the house. It made it comfortable and I walked downstairs looking at everything, so pristine and feeling like I was in my own personal wonderland.

I didn’t exactly grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth and I know that Jasper was the same way. If it weren’t for football, he wouldn’t have found his passion in international trading. If it weren’t for going into the navy, he wouldn’t have the kind of discipline that was needed to make a deal on the fly. I’d seen him in action a few times and I was very impressed to say the least. He was convincing, charming and if I had the money, I would have gladly jumped on board anything that he was a part of.

I on the other hand was a product of a mixed marriage and that came with its own pitfalls. People were not exactly accepting of a mixed marriage household at that time, especially when their only child was ridiculed and bullied for being different. Nobody could understand and it was only recently that they began to accept the fact that families came in all shapes, sizes and colors. I just wished that I were part of that generation, because it left me with a lot of scars and demons to deal with in my life.

For some reason, I turned to food and it was always the comfort point in my life, enough so that I was quite large and imposing myself. I always thought that I didn’t have what it takes to get a guy to notice me, but apparently I had more than enough. Jasper was not the first one to admire my curvaceous curves.  I have long black hair, 5’8 and with heels maybe 5’9 or maybe 5’11.

This was not anything that I was used to and this kind of life was meant for those that were more attuned to going to country clubs and snobbing it up with people of their own stature in life. I was an only child, but growing up that way made me feel sequestered and secluded from the rest of the world. My mother tried to be my friend, but my father was more seen and not heard.

The doorbell rang and I had this sinking suspicion that Amber was on her way over for one of her infamous gab sessions. She was the bubbly personality in my little circle of friends and she always had a smile that I just wanted to smack off her face. I don’t know why she was so happy. She was divorced, had a kid that made one gray hair more appear in her hair each day. She was a cauldron ready to bubble over and it was just a matter of time, before she was standing inside one of those bell towers taking out any body that was in the vicinity.

I opened the door and she was standing there with this goofy grin on her face and that always meant that she had some juicy gossip that she wanted to share. “Gail, you won’t believe what I heard about the James. He apparently has this thing for a woman that will remain nameless… Ahem...” It appeared that the name did not remain as nameless as she made it out to be.

“Amber, come in and we can talk about it over a cup of coffee on the back deck. She followed me like a puppy dog on a leash, going into the kitchen where the coffee was already percolating. I poured 2 cups, passed her one with a gold leaflet design on the side and then I walked out onto the deck with the pool, so crystal blue that you just had that temptation of jumping in with your clothes on.

“I have to tell you, Gail that you have some amazing eye for detail. This place is immaculate and this is the kind of back deck that my husband would die for.” She was looking at the chaise lounges, the hammock swing that moved with a gentle breeze of this early morning. There were sounds of crickets in the distance and birds playing a symphony that you could hear from a mile away. I think that she was mostly talking about the huge barbecue that looked like it would feed hundreds of people in one sitting.

“Jasper has always said that that was his pride and joy. He brings all the neighbors over at least once a month for a feast that is more than most can handle. There would be barbecue chicken, steaks, hamburgers, hot dogs…watermelon and fresh fruits and anything else that your heart desires. He really does know how to make a party swing.” I was making it sound like he was the growing force behind all of it, but I was the woman behind the man.

“Thinking of Jasper, I haven’t seen him in the last couple of days. I suppose he’s on one of his, oh so many business trips. I don’t know how you can take it. If my husband was gone for days on end, I would worry that he was stepping out and finding some floozy to spend time with.” The thought had crossed my mind, but then I dismissed it. He was trustworthy and if he did stray, I would probably forgive him. He would only get three times and as in baseball, three strikes and you’re out. He hadn’t even done anything remotely to make me think that he was doing anything suspicious.

“I guess I just trust him. If I can’t trust him after five years of marriage, then I don’t think I should be here. We always talk and he has fantasies that I live out for him in vivid detail. I don’t even mind, because it brings a new dynamic to our relationship. It takes me out of my own environment. I have so many costumes including naughty schoolgirls and French maids that it isn’t funny.” What I couldn’t tell her was that I had a need for something a little bit different than the normal everyday sexual scenario.

“Anyway, I came here for a reason and I guess you know that Jessica is not exactly a one man kind of woman. Ever since she lost her husband in that car accident, she has been trying to spend time with everybody in the neighborhood. I’m a bit surprised that she hasn’t taken a liking to Jasper, because between you and me, he is a dish that I would like to sit down to and take my time getting to know.” She was always teasing me about my husband and I found her instant liking of him was giving me a giddy little thrill that I had something that she didn’t.

“I told you, you can look, but you can’t touch. I don’t mind if you ogle my man, undress him with your eyes or even fantasize about him when you are alone or with your husband. Believe me, he feeds a lot of my fantasies and I don’t think that I’ve ever met a man quite like him.” His football days had given him the kind of body that would make any woman stand and take notice.

“I know that I promised you that I wouldn’t try anything and I’ve been a woman of my word. I’ve only had one extramarital affair and unfortunately it was with a very young man that really couldn’t take no for an answer. He didn’t force me or anything, but his youth was intoxicating to the point that I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. You know all about Benjamin.” I knew Benjamin, because he looks after my pool and when he’s around with no shirt on, I’m speechless.

“I know all about Benjamin and trust me; I think that all the girls in this neighborhood know about Benjamin. I’m sure that Jessica has gotten to know him intimately. Hmmm…maybe that is something that the two of you have in common.” this was my attempt at humor and she looked at me aghast, before bursting out laughing. We have a wonderful time and we always did and then I escorted her to the front door, before giving her a noncommittal smile and watching as she crossed the street.

It was then that this blue corvette came screaming down the street. It looked daunting and the windows were tinted and then suddenly it turned and came right to a stop within a few inches from my garage door. Any closer than that and they would have been kissing. I had no idea who this could be and I was putting my finger poised over the alarm system, in case I was about to have some kind of unwanted visitor.

The engine idled and then turned off with the prerequisite blue smoke puffing out the back. The door opened and then a head emerged. The man that had been haunting my dreams and made me think that I had settled for second best was standing right there. He was wearing a checkered blue and black shirt, a pair of blue jeans that look like they were painted. He had this brilliant white smile, not to mention the mane of blond hair was a dead giveaway. This was Matt Mason and he was my ex boyfriend, although I’d never really broken up with him.