Bear in Mind (6 page)

Jinger watched him and gave him an encouraging if not wobbly smile. Reaching for her waistband he gave a tug and pulled the pants down taking her lilac undies with them, Jinger giving a shimmy to help. He removed her shoes and socks and kissed the arches of each foot. Kissing his way back up her legs, he ran his hands up the smooth skin until he reached the hot core that was his goal. Pushing her legs wider, he kissed the inside of each thigh, breathing in the heady sweet scent. Jinger knew her pussy was wet and swollen from the fervor of his kisses. The sounds Wyatt was making, something between a low growl and moaning made her think he was more than happy she was as excited as she was.

Wyatt was trying to not attack her sweet pussy like he wanted to. Fighting back his bear was taking some effort. He knew his bear wanted out, but now was not the time. He didn’t want to lose control so he was slowing down to ensure he was focused on Jinger.

He placed one soft kiss on the top of her neatly trimmed mound, Jinger couldn’t help but wiggle. She wanted him closer, wanted his mouth on her.

“Please Wyatt, stop teasing.”

“Oh, sweet gingersnap. I hope to spend the rest of my life teasing you,” he replied, flicking his tongue out to tickle the tip of her clit. Jinger sucked in a breath at the hot shock of that tiny contact.

“Wyatt…”

“I’ve got you baby, don’t worry,” he growled as he dragged the flat of his tongue up through her pussy.

Jinger’s hips shifted off the bed, seeking more contact with his mouth. Wyatt pulled her knees over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her hips pinning her to him. He sucked her lips into his mouth. He licked and plundered drawing her clit into his mouth, scoring it with his teeth.

Jinger started rotating her hips, seeking out that elusive peak that he promised to deliver.

“More, please,” she begged. She was so close, and she wanted to come and the reality was so much better than the fantasies her brain had managed to conjure.

Wyatt brought one finger up to her slick opening and ran his finger around the outside before plunging it into her heat. He pulled back and added another finger, dipping deep inside. Jinger keened at the stretch to the inside of her. It had been too long and the burn of his fingers along with the hard tug on her clit brought the hard shock of her climax. Grabbing the back of Wyatt’s head, Jinger pulled him tighter to her as the wave of pleasure coursed through her limbs. Wyatt rumbled against her clit and another course of shocks exploded from her core. Her pussy clamped down hard on the thick fingers inside her. Wyatt didn’t change his pace, he just kept pulling with his mouth, his fingers reaching into her center.

As the second wave crashed over her she saw stars behind her eyelids. Bright sparks punctuating each burst of ecstasy. She was panting and whispering his name as her climax finally receded.

Wyatt slowed his movements, easing her down. He felt her hands relax in his hair and they slowly drop to her lap. Wyatt leaned over after giving her stunning pussy a final kiss and then placed a kiss on the palms of both her hands.

“You’re amazing Jinger,” he said leaning over to lay his head on her belly. Jinger brought her hand up to his head. “I’m pretty sure that was all you, Wyatt.”

“No, sweet girl, you are the star here. I’ve never been happier than I am right now,” he said placing a kiss on her stomach.

“There isn’t anything I could do to make you happier,” she asked. Jinger reached for his neck and gently tugged. Wyatt responded by crawling up face to face with her. Jinger placed a soft kiss then a firmer one on his mouth. She tugged at his shirt hem until Wyatt grabbed it with one hand on the back and pulled it over his head.

Jinger got the first glimpse of the hard sculpted planes of his chest and the ridges of his perfect abs. She trailed her fingers down his skin letting her fingers dip into the grooves of his muscles.

“You’re perfect, so strong,” she whispered.

“Hardly perfect, I’m honestly a little worried for the day you find out how not perfect I am,” he admitted.

Jinger looked into his eyes and something deep inside that told her without a shadow of a doubt, he was perfect for her. She didn’t know how or why but everything about that exact moment seemed right.

“Wyatt…make love to me,” she whispered to him.

He looked at her for long moments then asked, “Do you want me to have sex with you or make love to you?”

Caught off guard by the question, she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s the difference?”

Taking his finger and tracing it down her cheek to drag over her lips he explained, “Having sex is a physical act. It feels good, hell it feels great, but it’s all body and hormones. Making love is all in your mind and your heart. It’s not about hormones and desire, it’s more addictive than that. Once you make love with someone it’s impossible to let go. I’ll be honest with you, I’ve never made love to anyone before. Sex yes, but nothing more.”

Seeing the truth in his words she mirrored his gesture, running her hand down his face and admitting, “I never have either.”

“Well then, it’s a first for both of us. Thank you for waiting for me,” he said leaning down to kiss her deep. Jinger felt his hands trail over her body, skimming and teasing as she matched him touch for touch. Trying to explore every part of him, he smelled so good she wanted to soak him into her skin.

Jinger reached down to the waistband of his jeans and struggled with the button. Wyatt brushed her hand away and freed his cock. Pushing his pants down his hips he kicked them off. Jinger couldn’t see him, but she wrapped her hand around the length of his hardness. She felt long, hard flesh. Running her thumb over the tip of his velvety crown she heard him suck in his breath.

“Sweetness, I won’t last long if you keep doing that. I’m barely holding on as it is.”

Jinger decided to test the water and gave his cock a few strong pulls. She heard him growl. Actually she felt it more than heard it. The sound coming deep from within him and it made her look into his eyes. They were the same beautiful green, but the outside was tinged with yellow. She must be imaginings it since the yellow looked so much brighter than the green.

“Jinger…” he warned.

Releasing him, she hooked her leg up over his hip and felt the tip of him brush against her wetness. Wyatt looked down at her and let the tip of his cock brush between her lips, seeking entrance to her heat. He ran the crown of his dick up and down wetting it in her folds, teasing both of them.

“Jinger, say you’re mine, even if you aren’t sure. I just want to hear it,” he pleaded.

Jinger didn’t want to admit that she had already felt like she was his. She wanted to give him what he asked for, she wanted him to be happy.

“Yes, Wyatt, I’m yours.”

Wyatt gave a low growling moan and let his cock slide into her ready pussy. He seated himself deep and Jinger knew a fullness she’d never experienced. She never thought of herself as less than a complete person. But it wasn’t until that moment she knew what it felt like to be whole.

They wrapped around each other as Wyatt set the pace. Slow and sweet, savoring the hot tight clutch of her pussy. He kissed along her cheeks, her neck and back up. Stopping to suck in her earlobe and whisper, “Mine.”

Jinger responded by wrapping both of her legs around Wyatt’s waist and digging her heels into his muscled ass to gain leverage to meet his thrusts.

“Wyatt, more,” she begged.

“You never have to ask me twice, gingersnap,” he said grinding his hips into hers. He moved his hand down to rub his thumb over her swollen clit. Keeping his thumb a constant pressure under her nub as he continued driving deep into her.

“I wanna see you come again, baby. Come hard on my cock, squeeze me tight like you never want to let me go.”

Jinger wrapped her arms tighter around him and ground her hips up to his hand. The sweet pressure on her already sensitive clit was a sharp kind of pleasure. It hurt so good she pushed her hips faster. Wyatt matched her thrust for thrust. His breath was coming harder now, he kept whispering how beautiful she was in between kisses on her fevered flesh.

The edges of Jinger’s vision started to blur, but she didn’t want to close her eyes. She wanted to see him as he came. No one can hide in that moment, you’re laid bare in front of your partner. No masks and no lies.

Wyatt sensed her need and pulled back so they were staring into each other’s eyes. Wyatt could feel his eyes glowing, but there was nothing he could do about it. His bear was close to the surface, reveling in joining with his mate. He wanted Wyatt to bite her, taste her blood. Wyatt knew that couldn’t happen. Not know, not without her consent.

Pushing his mind forward, he locked his gaze on Jinger’s and started pounding into her, claiming her on the only level he could.

Jinger felt the first cascade of electricity shower over her as her world exploded in a screaming orgasm. She felt herself straining trying to catch every tiny ounce of pleasure, she held her breath as her pussy clamped down around Wyatt’s cock.

Wyatt pinned her to the bed, pushing deeper and deeper, pushing her knees to her chest to find that sweet spot inside her.

When he did, Jinger couldn’t help but drag her nails down his back at the sweet torture he was inflicting.

Wyatt’s bear growled at the pain on his back, reveling in the bloodletting. It was more than enough for him to feel the hard power of his own orgasm spin through him. He sank himself into her and let the first spurt of hot cum coat the inside of his mate. He felt jet after jet pour out of him. He’d never come that hard before and he couldn’t help but hope Jinger would get pregnant tonight.

As his heart slowed, he showered her with kisses. Rolling to his side, he wrapped her in his arms and promised in his heart to never let her go.

It took longer than Jinger wanted to admit to recover from lovemaking with Wyatt. Her body felt limp and she wanted nothing more than a donut and a nap.

Wyatt hadn’t stopped touching her, caressing her like he hadn’t spent the last hour touching her body. If Jinger had to guess, he was trying to memorize it.

As she lay on the rumpled sheets, her body cooling, she came to a horrible realization.

“Oh shit!”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Wyatt asked in a panic, his eyes scanning her for unseen injuries.

“We didn’t use a condom! I always use a condom. I’m not on any birth control Wyatt!” she shrieked.

“Jinger, calm down. There isn’t anything we can do about it now. And so what if you get pregnant. I’m not going anywhere. Besides my mom would be thrilled,” he said laying back down with a laugh.

Jinger didn’t want to be calm. She’d let her desire for Wyatt cloud her judgment and all of a sudden she felt very foolish. And Wyatt’s casual response to such an epic fuck up only made her feel worse. She needed to leave and hide and reevaluate her life choices.

“Wyatt, could you please take me back to my car? I’d like to go home.”

“What? Why? Jinger did I do something wrong?” Wyatt sputtered sitting up and leaning over her, pinning her to the bed.

“No, everything was great. It’s just time for me to go home,” she couldn’t keep the tinge of regret out of her voice and she knew Wyatt heard it.

Running his hand through his hair, Wyatt tried to figure out how things had changed so fast. He was laying there in bliss. His mate wrapped in his arms. The best sex he’d ever had. Even his damn bear was contentedly chuffing.

“Jinger, talk to me. Why do you want to leave? Is it something I said? Something I did?”

“No, it’s not you. I’m feeling...” Gawd, she didn’t want to admit it. Freaking out about a possible pregnancy was the best way to throw a bucket of ice cold water on what was a very steamy interlude. Something also told her, she might hurt his feelings telling him the truth.

“I had a great time, Wyatt. Really, but I’m a little overwhelmed and feeling a little self-conscious at the moment. I’d feel better if I got home tonight and we could plan a date later.”

She really hoped he accepted her excuse and she could get back home and beat herself up in private for her stupidity. She could only imagine what her mother would say if her normally level-headed daughter admitted hopping into the sack with a man she met the day before and having hot steamy sex with him without protection. She’d leave the hot steamy part out, but the point still stands.

“Are you giving me the brush off,” he asked a little angrily.

“NO! Really, Wyatt, I have to work tomorrow and I’ll need to change and I don’t want to get up early to do that. I’m not a morning person,” she tried with a little laugh.

Wyatt looked at her and although his expression never showed he believed her, he finally sighed, “Sure, I guess. I’ll drive you back to your car.”

Seeing him start to get up, Jinger realized she had a very uncomfortable car ride ahead of her. “Hey um, do you think I might borrow your truck? That way I can head straight home and maybe you could get one of your brothers to bring you by my work for your truck? That way you don’t have to drive out of the way to my office. I’ll get home sooner this way.”

Wyatt thought for a minute that he didn’t want her leaving at night by herself, but she’d be driving in the dark with her car anyway. At least this way there was a guarantee he’d see her tomorrow picking up his truck. Maybe she wasn’t brushing him off.

“As long as you promise I get to see you tomorrow. Maybe you could come by the camp to have lunch? Then I’ll drive you back to work,” he offered.

Relief washed over her, hopefully by tomorrow she’d have her head on straight. “Of course, I’ll take Sophie’s cooking over microwave meals any day,” she said with a smile.

Wyatt leaned over and cupped her face and brought his lips to hers. Jinger kissed him back, hoping she was showing him she was still interested. Just a little freaked out.

“Okay, gingersnap, let’s get dressed.”

Wyatt walked Jinger out to his truck and opened the door and helped her climb in.

“I’m guessing you know all the basics, nothing tricky here. It’s taller than your car, so take any turns carefully you hear me,” he said. His bear was very displeased that he was letting her go off in the dark. But the man knew, she was a grown woman that was capable of taking care of herself. He wasn’t going to go all caveman on her.

“I think I can handle it. Thank you for a wonderful evening,” she said, not quite sure how to say goodbye. There was an awkward silence as she waited for Wyatt to say something.

Wyatt put his foot on the step and heaved himself up so he was face to face with her in the seat. “Jinger, this will get easier. Give us time. Tonight was more than wonderful. It was perfect, and I want to have many more nights like this with you,” he said kissing her softly.

“Okay, Wyatt,” she replied. She wanted say something to him, but she wasn’t sure what.

“Okay then, Jinger. Drive safe and I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Call me when you are leaving for your lunch break,” he demanded.

“I will,” she offered and watched him jump down and close the truck door. He took a few steps back and Jinger started the motor and pulled out down the dirt drive away from Wyatt. She could see him standing, his hands in his jean pockets watching her leave. She wondered how long he stood there.