The Cowbear's Secret Christmas Baby: Christmas Paranormal Romance (Curvy Bear Ranch Book 1) (4 page)

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The trek from her car to the truck had taken less than five minutes, but by the time they’d arrived, he was already half-frozen. He couldn’t imagine how cold she was, but he had a pretty good idea. As her body shivered, her teeth chattered. Distressed by her disheveled state, he quickly turned on the heater. A blast of warm air swirled through her hair. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat and looked away.

A couple of minutes later, they pulled into the Econo Lodge parking lot. He wanted to make sure she made it to her room safely, so he jumped out of the truck. It was a terrible move which left him listing to one side. Damn beer. Now he remembered why he always hated drinking.

Rachel met him at the rear of the truck. She held out the keys. “I’ll give these to you, but only if you swear you won’t use them until the bar closes. Go back, order some food and drink a bunch of water so you sober up.”

“Yes, Mom,” he joked.

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Okay. Well, thank you. I guess…. I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

He wasn’t ready to let her go. He put his palm on the small of her back and guided her into the hotel’s lobby. “Does your room have a fireplace?”

She laughed. “I can’t afford such luxury. I can’t even afford this place. I offered to spend the night on the floor in my mom’s studio, but she refused and said I needed a proper bed. She paid for this place.”

“That was nice of her.”

“She’s the best. Always looking out for me.” Rachel punched a button to call the elevator. “Thanks for walking me in.”

“How long are you planning on staying in town?”

A flash of sadness passed across her face so quickly that he almost missed it. “I’m not sure. I think I made a mistake coming here.”

Before his mind could fully process her last statement, the elevator doors opened. When she stepped in, he followed her. She turned and jumped, startled to find him directly behind her. “Oh, I can make it the rest of the way myself.”

“I’d feel more comfortable knowing that you made it all the way to your room.”

“Okay.”

He cocked his head to one side. “What did you mean when you said you made a mistake coming here?”

She bit the edge of her lip. Hesitation, or maybe trepidation, furrowed her brows. “I… I just thought… I thought maybe I could reclaim something I’d lost.”

He stepped between her and the door. He raised his hands and leaned them against the wall on either side of her shoulders. “What do you think you lost?”

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Every inch of Rachel’s body quivered as she whispered, “You. I lost you.”

“But you didn’t want me.”

“I did. I wanted you to stay.”

“You know I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t you?”

The elevator chimed as the doors slid open. She ducked under his arm and jumped into the hallway. When she turned, he was right behind her. She retreated until her back hit the wall. With nowhere to go, she gathered up what little courage she had left.

“You should go.”

When he didn’t immediately respond, butterflies beat furiously in her belly. His eyes glimmered with unspoken desire. His breath came fast and hard with just a hint of alcohol. Close enough to see the wash of stubble on his cheeks, she flicked her tongue out to wet her lips and, in doing so, made a huge mistake.

In an instant, Brady wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. His lips slashed across hers in a demanding kiss that stole her breath. Even if she’d wanted to fight him, she couldn’t. She knew, without a doubt, that she’d awakened the beast lurking inside him—his bear.

His tongue slid between hers, eliciting a gasp from deep within her chest. All thoughts of fighting him vanished as he claimed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down to deepen the kiss. It had been so long since she’d kissed someone that the overwhelming rush of pleasure made her half-faint with wanton need.

He broke away long enough to gasp. “Which room?”

“Two-fifteen.”

He scooped her into his arms as if she were lighter than a feather. When they reached the door, she yanked the keycard out of her jeans and jammed it into the lock. The second it clicked open, he kicked the door with his boot. He carried her inside and kicked the door closed behind him.

She couldn’t look at anything but the twin dark pools of desire in his eyes. The pure, masculine scent of erotic need rolled off of him in waves. She inhaled deeply, drawing in his essence.

After setting her down, he cupped her face with his palms. “If you want me to stop…”

She shook her head, unable to make her lips move. This was crazy, but she couldn’t think about the consequences now. She needed him, wanted him, and wouldn’t stop until she had him.

He pulled at the front of her jacket, quickly unbuttoning as he went. When he flicked the outer flap open, he groaned. “Damn zippers.”

She smiled and laced her fingers through his luxurious hair. “It keeps me extra warm.”

As he pushed the coat off of her shoulders, she wriggled out of it. His hands flew to the hem of her long-sleeved shirt. With a tug, he pulled it up and over her head.

She wanted him just as naked, so she unzipped his jacket and yanked it off. After making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, she smoothed her hands between the open edges and caressed it off of his broad shoulders.

He stilled. His hands rested at her waist for a second while he gazed down at her with pure, animalistic intent. The smooth skin on his biceps glided under her fingertips. When he shivered, she smiled. She remembered every inch of his body and what he liked.

And so did he.

His lips fell to capture her sensitive earlobe in a firm kiss that had her melting into him.

She gasped, “Brady.”

“Mmm?”

“Oh, God.”

His hands roamed across her back, stopping only to unhook her bra. The sensible cotton garment fell to the floor. If she’d had any idea she’d be naked in his arms, she would have worn lace, but after the way he’d greeted her at the ranch, she had absolutely no expectation of ending up in bed with him.

A flash of rational thought broke through the hazy lust but vanished the second his warm hands closed over her breasts. She tossed her head back and moaned. He walked her backward until her knees hit the bed. They fell onto the squeaking mattress together in a tangle of limbs.

He pinned her hands over her head and murmured. “Let me look at you.”

She whimpered in response.

“You’re stunning.”

She tried to suck in her belly but realized it didn’t matter. He’d always said he loved every inch of her and he didn’t seem bothered by the extra pounds she’d put on since having her son.

With deft hands, he scooped her large breasts up and squeezed them together. He bent to kiss the tip of each nipple before lashing his hot tongue over the swollen buds. She squirmed beneath him. The rigid length of him dug into her thigh. She pulled away from his grasp and shoved her hands between them to unbutton his pants.

As he wriggled his hips, she pushed the jeans past his tight, hard ass. She grabbed the firm muscles and squeezed. Her fantasies about his body weren’t wrong. Over the last few years, she’d tried to convince herself that he wasn’t as sexy as she remembered. He couldn’t have been as phenomenal in bed as she recalled….but he was.

He knelt between her thighs. Slowly, with the slightest graze of skin on skin, he traced his fingertips down from her breasts, across her quivering belly to the top of her jeans. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession. A wet heat spread in the tight space between her thighs. She’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him right now.

“Take off my pants,” she commanded.

He groaned and worked the button free. After yanking the zipper down, he dragged the jeans off and tossed them over the edge of the bed. He crawled out of his jeans and kicked them off. She propped up to get a better look at his rock-hard abs and hair-dusted chest. Her gaze wound down to the rigid length of his arousal. It strained against his boxers as if trying to break free.

He devoured her with a hungry gaze. As he hooked his fingers into the top of her white, cotton panties, she trembled. She had absolutely no intention of stopping him, but in the back of her mind she knew this was crazy. The fallout would be a disaster. But even knowing that, she couldn’t stop.

The panties slid down her thighs and off the ends of her feet. Completely naked, she sat up to free his erection from his boxers. The hard upsweep of his thick cock tempted her in a way she hadn’t been tempted in years. She licked her lips and had every intention of tasting him. But he had his own plan.

His arm swept under her lower back to drag her closer. The backs of her thighs rested on the tops of his. Legs wide, lips parted, eyes wide, she couldn’t stop from crying out as he surged into her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung to him with a desperation that came straight from her heart. Joined together for the first time in years, every emotion she’d ever felt for him came rushing back. She was inundated with memories—their first kiss, the first time he’d held her hand, the first time he’d made love to her.

As she dug her nails into his back, he roared. He thrusted deeper and further with each stroke. In total ecstasy, she arched her back to take all of him. Spread wide and stuffed with every inch of his throbbing cock, she moaned with wild abandon.

He moved over her claiming her with each thrust, capturing her with every flick of his tongue against her neck. When he bit her, she clenched around him.

“Rachel, oh, God.”

She opened her eyes to meet his gaze and sighed. They fit together like they were made for each other and she couldn’t help thinking about where everything had gone wrong.

He crushed his lips against hers as if he’d spent the last four years starved for affection. She responded in kind. Her lips buzzed with pleasure. She matched him thrust for thrust until he pounded her with an almost frantic fury. Rough and hot, she took everything he could give until the storm building inside her threatened to burst.

“Ohhh…” She whined as the tension in her pussy coiled tighter and tighter.

So close.

Dangling over the precipice of mind-blowing pleasure, she held back until she heard the telltale shift in his breath. Then the whole world exploded into a pulsing wave of ecstasy. Her pussy fluttered with tiny pulses of energy, releasing four years of loneliness.

He roared as he pushed into her one last time. A flood of his seed rushed to fill her with slick warmth. His arms trembled as he hovered over her for another second before collapsing to cover her with his body.

She held him, unable to think about ever letting go. Lying in his arms always felt so right, like she belonged with him. She savored the sensation because she knew it wouldn’t last. She couldn’t put off telling him about Jimmy much longer. And when he learned she’d been hiding his son for years, he’d be furious.

 

***

 

Brady struggled to open his eyes. God, what happened last night?

The weight of someone’s leg on his thigh snapped him out of a foggy state. He glanced at the woman draped across his body.

Oh, shit.

He sat up too quickly and the room spun on its axis. He groaned. Never. Drinking. Again.

Beside him, Rachel stirred. She opened her beautiful eyes and seemed just as shocked to see him. “Hey.”

“Good morning.”

He hesitated, unsure of what to say or do. Normally, he’d be running for the door. He liked to slip out of bed before the woman woke. It was less messy that way. After a few awkward conversations, he’d learned to get out as fast as possible the next morning. But he couldn’t just leave her. They had too much history to make it an easy exit.

He gently untangled himself from her arms. “I…uh…”

She sat up, taking the sheet with her to cover her body. “Yeah.”

“Last night…”

“We don’t have to talk about it.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. She was giving him an easy out, so why wasn’t he taking it?

“Do you want to take a shower before you go?” she asked.

“Yeah.” He sure as hell needed to clear his head. He couldn’t think straight with her scent all over his skin.

After carefully climbing out of bed, he sidestepped a minefield of clothes to get to the bathroom. Once inside, he turned on the shower and jumped in. The almond-scented soap she coveted sat right next to a bar of cheap hotel soap. He chose the plain bar. He’d go crazy if he had to smell her all day. He was already in a heap of trouble for following his bear’s instinct. He’d just wanted to make sure she got home, but his bear had wanted even more. And he’d gotten it.

Flashes of their lovemaking blazed behind his closed eyes. Just remembering the curve of her breasts, the softness of her thighs, her passionate cries and gentle caresses sent his body into a painfully hard state of arousal. He considered turning off the water and joining her back in bed, but that would be completely insane.

She hadn’t exactly jumped for joy when she’d woken up. He couldn’t read the expression on her face. Was she mad? Happy? As confused as he was?

He wanted to be angry at her for all the hurtful things she’d said to him the night they’d broken up, but it seemed so long ago. He wasn’t the same person anymore and neither was she. Hell, he didn’t know anything about her life. Maybe she had one-night stands all the time and this meant nothing to her. He cringed at the thought.

Last night, they’d given in to the passion only long-lost lovers could know. But in the stark light of day, what did one night of sex really mean?

As he toweled off, he willed his bear to calm down. He couldn’t walk out with a raging hard-on. If she’d given him any indication that she wanted more sex, he would have been all over her. But he had no idea what he was about to walk out to.

His hand froze over the doorknob. He steeled himself for the onslaught just in case she was pissed.

When he opened the door, she turned to face him. Fully dressed, she gathered her hair up into a ponytail. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched him get dressed with a look of quiet contemplation. At least she wasn’t mad.

He pulled on his clothes then stood. Because she didn’t say anything, he started. “I guess I should be—”

“I have something I need to—”

He laughed nervously.

“You first,” they said simultaneously.

She chuckled before turning serious. “I need to show you something.”

“What?”

“It’s better if I show you. Can you drive me to my mom’s?”

He hesitated. He wasn’t dumb. She probably wanted to show off the kid, but the thought of another man being inside her made his bear rage. He wasn’t sure he could handle seeing the evidence of another romance. “I have to get back to the horses.”

“It will be quick. It would mean a lot to me.”

Definitely the kid. Ugh. But she had such a hopeful look on her face, he couldn’t find it in himself to turn her down. “All right. But only for a minute.”

She smiled slightly. “Thank you.”

He hid his discomfort until she’d walked ahead of him, then he frowned. Oh well, it was the least he could do considering she’d given him toe-curling sex.

They didn’t say more than a few words on the drive to her mother’s house. The tiny studio sat over the pie shop and smelled of fresh-baked goodness. The scent of apples and cinnamon hung like an ever-present blanket of warmth around the home.

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