Bearly Healed: Pacific Northwest Bears: (Shifter Romance) (16 page)

C
ash was watching
her as she stated she wanted to make him feel good. It meant a lot. He wasn’t even lying to himself that he could keep pleasuring her, and it would keep him happy. The idea of her giving him pleasure was something that almost made his heart skip.

“I would love to see your hands on me,” he admitted.

Cassie was surprised by that. “Not my mouth?” She had never met a man that didn’t want a blowjob. In fact, she’d known a few that didn’t even always want sex. They would be happy just getting sucked off and falling asleep.

“Let’s work up to that,” he suggested. His need to ease her into their physical relationship was very strong. This was one of those places that even her enthusiasm had to be managed.

“Wow, so we are putting a pin in the blowjob and holding it for later?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“Yeah, baby, put a pin in it.” He laughed.

“Okay, can do. So…whip it out?” she suggested.

Cash shook his head at her. “That was sexy, baby,” he said mockingly.

“That’s me, all about the sexy talk. So really, like do you want me to start? Or are you a wank it over my ass kinda guy?”

Cash was startled by the visual she just manufactured. He wasn’t sure if he was that kind of guy, but he was willing to try. But not tonight.

If he was going to get a nap in for her, he needed to move along. Gently moving off her, he stood and unzipped his pants. Cassie pushed herself up on her elbows. She wasn’t going to miss this show.

Cash watched her as he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed down his jeans and underwear, letting the band hook over his hips freeing his erection. He watched her eyes widen. Not in fear, something else.

“Hot damn! Where is my phone? I gotta take a photo of that bad boy. Nobody will believe me,” she exclaimed.

“You’re not taking a picture of my dick, Sprite,” he said with a grin. He didn’t want to admit that he loved the look in her eyes. Admiration, not fear.

“Come on! Seriously, you think Connie has one of those summer sausages I mentioned before? Something left over from Christmas? We need to do a size comparison. Like I think you got a record holder there,” she said, her face spreading in a grin.

“It’s not that big,” he said chagrined. It was all good joking about it, but he didn’t want her back on the
it wouldn’t fit
kick.

Cash brought his hand down to his straining erection. He was hard from tasting her pussy. Her eyes on him had him swelling larger. He rubbed the length of himself, watching her eyes follow his movements.

Cassie licked her lips automatically, and he felt his dick twitch up. He squeezed down at the base; he didn’t need to lose it before she even touched him.

He watched as her hand hesitantly lifted, and she reached for him. Cash held his breath until the first soft touch. His breath rushed out as she circled his girth. Moving his hand back to the base to give her room to explore, she squeezed and ran up and down his length. Her thumb rubbed over the slit at the end. Cash moaned loudly.

The tip of his cock was so sensitive that he could feel his balls tighten at the faintest touch. His brain imagined her tiny tongue dipping into the end. That would be for later.

Her hand felt like silk on his heated flesh. Her grip wasn’t tight, but he was so wound up he could come right then.

Cassie was focused, moving her hand in twisting circles. She was enjoying him. He felt like hard steel covered in satin. Her body could imagine what that thick length would feel like inside her. He was long and perfectly shaped root to tip. He was bigger than anyone she’d ever been with. Her fingertips didn’t meet around his girth.

A little voice inside her told her that this was her dick now. She could have it whenever she wanted. Touch it, taste it. The urge to swirl her tongue around the end was more than she could resist. She leaned over and darted her tongue over the tip, getting a quick taste of Cash.

She heard his breath suck in and a low deep growl roll out of him. It was sexy that she could make him respond.

“Sprite, you can’t. I won’t be able to hold back,” he warned her.

Looking up from her treat, she kept her mouth close to his tip as her breath rushed over him. “I don’t want you to hold back,” she whispered.

Cash rumbled low. His bear was telling him to stop being so damn stoic and just enjoy the sensations. Cash knew his bear was often smarter than him, so he just nodded.

Cassie smiled and sucked the tip of him into her mouth. She wasn’t clueless. She would never be able to take all of him, but she could certainly tease him. Her mouth pulled on him sucking and moving her hand against her mouth. Pulling him closer, his hand worked the lower length of him. Cassie watched as he panted and struggled to keep his eyes open.

Cash didn’t want to miss a second of his mate’s soft lips on his cock. It was a memory he was going to burn into his brain and pull up whenever he needed. He could feel the tingling sensation at the base of his spine start. He didn’t want to ruin their perfect moment, so he warned her. “Sprite, back off,” he growled. The sound coming out was much harsher than he wanted, but his control was slipping fast.

Cassie, hearing his words, gave him one last hard suck and pulled back bringing her other hand up to meet her first. She cupped her hand over the end of him as his hand picked up speed, bumping into hers but not pushing her away. She watched as this giant man locked, and his head threw back as he started to come.

He moaned out her name, and Cassie wasn’t afraid to admit that got her straight in the heart. Her hand took the hard jets that shot out of him, and again she imagined what that would feel like inside her.

Then Cassie took a moment to appreciate the sheer amount that this man produced. If they ever were poor for some reason, she could rent him out for money shots on porn shoots.

Cash was slowing as he felt the last crest of his orgasm stretch over his body. It was good, so good, to finally get some release. He’d been perpetually hard since he first laid eyes on her. He was still hard, but a little of the blinding panic was gone.

“Dude, do you always come that much?” Cassie asked surprised and in awe.

She heard a manly snort. “That was all you, Sprite,” he told her. Again that was flattering.

“If you say so,” she responded. She felt oddly proud that this man, this beast, would say she was the cause of his hard but brilliant orgasm. She could tell it was a good one. His face was relaxed, his eyes drugged and lidded even as they glowed with an unearthly yellow that she had grown to appreciate.

“Believe it. I wouldn’t lie,” he assured her. Even with something as simple as how hard he came.

Cassie shook her head. She didn’t know if it was in denial or in confusion; it just was a weird moment that she was working through. Handing him a box of tissues from the nightstand, they both started to clean themselves up.

“Hmm, maybe we should invest in some baby wipes or something,” Cassie said, mostly to herself as she reached for another tissue.

Cash couldn’t help but laugh. He had laughed more with Cassie in the last day than he had in months. She was going to keep him on his toes.

“Let’s nap for a while. You are going to have a lot of people to meet tonight,” he said, helping her back onto the bed. Cassie didn’t even resist. She was wiped out. Her body was relaxed, and for the first time in a while, her mind was too. Cash made it easy to let go. That fact wasn’t lost on her. He took the pressure off of her, which should have been the opposite.

He wanted her to turn her life upside down because of him. To be honest, her life wasn’t so complicated that this request was hard. In fact, her quiet life was nothing to be cherished. The change was huge, but it wouldn’t cause even a ripple in her former life.

“Naps are good,” she murmured as he slid in next to her. He was careful with her legs, he always was. She had to admit, they weren’t even hurting. For the first time in months, she fell into a completely relaxed sleep in the arms of a man that actually wanted her.

A
fter Cassie woke
from her short nap, Cash had jumped into action and got her into a shower. Granted it was a tortuous shower as he had chosen to join her under the guise of helping. What he managed to do was touch, bathe, and caress every inch of her bringing her to a needy peak. He was kind enough to make sure she was relaxed by giving her another sensational orgasm, rubbing her clit while he kept his hand lightly over her mouth so as to not alert everyone in the house to what they were doing.

When they were done, he’d toweled her off so carefully; it was like he thought she would break. Cash also helped her get dressed and combed her hair.

Cassie was starting to like this pampering stuff. It wasn’t bad. It helped that Cash’s expression was one of love and contentment, not duty. If she’d seen that look, she probably would have punched him in the nuts and told him to get out. She didn’t need anyone’s pity.

Instead, he took care of her. Even in the little things, he seemed focused and happy helping her. So she let him. She could see he was getting something out of what he was doing and who was she to deny him any of it?

Cash carried her out the bathroom tucked against his chest. There were voices in the great room, but Cassie didn’t look to see who it was. Instead, she tucked her head down, and her nerves started to jangle.

Shutting the bedroom door, Cash put her on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her. He took her hands which had grown cold in the few seconds from the bathroom and were now shaking. Bringing them to his lips, he placed a kiss over her knuckles and breathed his hot breath over them.

“Baby, shhhh,” he said. He could feel her anxiety like it was a palpable thing. It was radiating off of her. Her relaxed posture from her shower was gone. Replaced with the Cassie that he’d first met. The frightened rabbit with the expression that the world was suffocating her.

Cassie tried to take a deep breath. Tried to calm her nerves. But her brain was telling her all the mean, nasty thoughts that she’d managed to silence for a short while. The Rochon boys were out there. Their wives, their children. Adults could pretend not to stare, even though their eyes always held an air of pity.

The children, well, they were kids. They were blunt, honest, brutally so.

“Every person out there came here to see you, meet you. They want to know who Cassie Hackett is. They didn’t come to see the girl from the accident. You are my mate. That makes you my family, which means you are their family too. Let them love you because that’s all they want to do,” Cash tried to assure her.

Cassie soaked in his words. Cash hadn’t lied to her, yet. Not that she expected him to, but old cynical Cassie still had a very strong foothold in her mind. Could they just accept her? Was all of her worry in her head? That was a very strong possibility. Cassie had always been her own worst enemy.

“Don’t leave me alone, please,” she whispered desperately. She hated to beg, but if any time was a begging moment, this was it.

“Do you want me to carry you the whole time? Because you know I will. That way I’ll be touching you, and you’ll never be alone,” he offered.

“Let’s not get crazy,” she smarted. The idea of being in his arms was not a bad one, but she didn’t want him to know that. She had some pride left. Okay, it might be microscopic, but if she was ever going to feel like her old self, she needed to build on that scrap.

Cassie turned to look for her crutches. They’d been abandoned in the corner. It seemed like it had been forever since she’d used them. Cash becoming her main support now. For the first time in months, she didn’t want to use them. Before, they had given her a sense of freedom; now she saw them for what they were. A literal crutch that had been holding her back from making progress.

They were a glaring sign of her injuries. A blinking sign saying she was less somehow. She couldn’t help the distasteful curl of her lips.

Cash, ever on top of her emotions, cupped her chin and turned her face away from the corner.

“I have an option tonight. Since you will be on my arm, how about you try a cane? I asked Connie about getting one earlier. She said she had one from a Halloween costume in storage. Apparently, Edward went as a little old lady one year. It’s not pretty, but it’s not the crutches,” Cash offered.

Cassie started to laugh. Her vision of Edward Rochon dressed as an old lady was a good one. She also knew that a cane wasn’t as secure as the crutches to keep her on her feet. But now she had Cash, and he promised to never let her fall.

“Don’t worry, there are pictures,” he said reading her mind.

Standing, he patted her leg and went to the door. He stuck his head out, and she heard him calling for Edward. There was a pause and then Cash was back at her side holding a grey metal cane, the style with the four feet at the bottom.

“Sexy,” Cassie laughed.

“I’ll order you one with flames on it or something,” Cash offered.

“Oh yeah, or skulls, that would kickass,” Cassie said giggling. Shit, she was giggling again. She sighed; this was a lot to get used to. Being happy.

Cash leaned over and gave her a kiss. This one soft and so full of promise that Cassie couldn’t help the tears that welled in her eyes. One solitary drop escaped but barely made it to her cheek before Cash kissed it away.

“Cassie Hackett, you are the bravest, strongest woman I have ever met. This evening is going to remind you of that. We are going to have a good time. You are going to meet your new family, and I am ordering you to soak up all the love they send your way. That’s an order,” he said firmly.

“Yes, sir,” Cassie said giving him a mock salute. But she had heard him. He was ordering her to take in the healing love of the family. It was him taking care of her again, even if it was bossy.

“Hmm, you can call me sir in bed if you want,” he said with a low rumble coming from his chest.

“Ahh, so that’s how it is big guy? I can play. But only in bed,” she warned. She was all for big growly to boss her around in the sack, as long as she got hers.

“Deal,” he said, his eyes glowing. He gave her another quick kiss and stood offering his hand. Cassie got to her feet and took a few halting steps with the cane. She knew the knee brace was more flexible, and she could appreciate the support of the structure holding her upright. Her ankle in its brace felt like it was just now twisted. The ache of the broken bone having faded. It could handle her weight with only the slightest twinge.

Taking a deep breath, she saw Cash watching her intently, gauging her stability.

“Off to face the lion’s den?” she joked.

“No lions, just bears,” Cash responded. “Wait, scratch that, technically Dax is a mountain lion though he insists on calling himself a cougar,” he amended.

“There’s a difference?” she asked, taking another careful step.

“Semantics,” Cash laughed.

Cassie didn’t want to admit she didn’t know what that word meant, but she got the idea. Maybe going back to school wasn’t such a bad idea she thought.

The door opened, and Cassie delved into the Rochon clan.