Bringing Home the Bear (5 page)

He
sat down on the chair, and she straddled him. He touched her breasts and pulled
on her nipples.

“Sorry
I forgot, no foreplay,” he said.

She
lifted her hips and rubbed her pussy over the tip of his cock, making an almost
animal like sound escape from his lips.

Emily
wiggled around before lowering herself until she was impaled on his dick. He
was long and wide, and just having him inside had made her pussy come alive. He
put his big hands on her hips as she began rock her body so both the front and back
of her pussy scraped against his shaft.

Trent
leaned over and ran his tongue over the front of her neck, playfully biting
her. He had the sharpest of teeth, but she liked the sensation. It paired
beautifully with the vibrations that were stirring in her pussy.

She
picked up intensity, but didn’t really need to because he seemed to be moving
his cock inside her at lightning fast speed. He wasn’t moving his body, so how
could his dick be doing that? She didn’t care because whatever he was doing,
and however he was managing it, it was bringing her closer and closer to bliss.

She
threw her head back, letting her chin rise in the air as he ran his fingers
down her belly. It was almost too much. And when she didn’t think it could get
any better, his cock hit the back of her pussy and bingo.

Emily
cried out just as the wolves howled in the background.

Hell,
they were no match for her. She’d cried out the loudest.

Before
she knew what was happening, Trent stood with her in his arms. He carried her
toward the hallway and then along to his room where he placed her on the quilt
on his bed, pushed her legs apart, and drove into her again.

He
hadn’t drawn the drapes but that didn’t matter because no one could see them. Well,
unless the peeping tom of a bear came calling again. Emily wrapped her legs
around Trent, crossed them at the ankles, and let them rest on his very nice
butt.

The
moon’s reflection shone through the window as he picked up intensity, on each
thrust he almost slid all the way out of her and then back in with more force.
Best damn lover she’d ever had.

Running
her fingers up his back, Emily’s climax this time around took her by complete
surprise. She was pretty sure she howled exactly like the wolves had the night
before. Trent’s groan came from deep within his throat and then she felt a warm
gush inside her. He rubbed his nose on hers and stayed inside her as they held
one another.

“Um,
that was good,” he said.

“Very, very good.”

“You
mind if we get under the blankets and snuggle for a bit because my butt’s
getting cold.”

He
slid out of her and they both got under the quilt.
A man who
didn’t mind snuggling post sex.
Score another point for Trent.

“Isn’t
the moon pretty tonight?” he said pointing to the window.

And a man who noticed the moon?
Score two.

“It
really is pretty.
And the stars too.”

“You
think you might want to stay the night here with me rather than the camper?” he
asked her.

“Depends
on what we’re going to do.”

“Oh,
I have lots of ideas.”

“Okay.
I guess I won’t have to worry about that big bad bear scaring me again.”

“No,
he won’t bother you.”

“Do
you know a lot about bears?”

“As
a matter of fact I do, why?”

“Well,
I know this sounds horrible, and hence the reason I don’t want to do it, but the
second thing my dad was going to do was hunt a bear.”

“You
have to shoot a bear?”

“You
wouldn’t like to help with that like you did with the fishing, would you?”

He
didn’t respond. Shit, she’d ruined the evening and the moment. Maybe he was an
animal rights advocate.

“Do
you have a problem with hunting bears?”

“You’re
damn right I do.”

Chapter Six

Just
when you thought a relationship was off to a good start, something like this
had to raise its ugly head.

Sure,
he knew lots of folks in these parts hunted. That’s how he’d fucking gotten
shot in the thigh. He looked at her. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever
seen and he loved being with her. He wanted their relationship to continue
beyond their hooking up for sex while she was here fishing.

The truth.

He
had to tell her the truth. She might go running, but he didn’t want them to go
any further with whatever it was that was happening between them, without her
knowing
the truth
.

However,
since they’d crash-landed here on earth, the truth was something they’d been
forced to hide. Letting outsiders know about them was putting not only one
person at risk, but also everyone in the group.

“Have
I said something to offend you because if I have, just tell me,” said Emily.

“No,
it’s not that, but I don’t want you hunting a bear because I might know it
personally.”

She
knitted her eyebrows together.

“You
told me you sometimes feed the wolves and I can see that you might feel that
way.”

He
took a deep breath.
Here goes.
“I’m a
bear.”

Shit, that
had slipped out
before he’d censored it or at least phrased it in such a way she wouldn’t call
the local mental hospital and have him shipped out.

“Oh
yes, you are. I mean the way you make love to a woman.” She playfully rolled
him over and straddled him.

Now
what was he going to do? His cock was hard and he wanted sex again. She rubbed
her folds against the very tip of his shaft, sending it jerking and into a
complete frenzy.

He
had a whole box of condoms, and it would be a shame not to put them to good
use. If she couldn’t accept and believe he was a bear, this might be the only
human he’d ever make love with. He might as well make the most of it.

He
ran his hands over her ass cheeks. She was like a big cuddly bear herself.
Maybe that’s why he had the
hots
for her.

“If
you’re a bear you’ll be able to catch me.”

Emily
slid out from under the quilt and ran out of the room.

Didn’t
she know that just like their bear counterparts, shifters chased anything that
was a moving target? She was asking for trouble.

He
fumbled for the box of condoms, pulled one out, and slipped it on. Putting his
nose in the air, he knew exactly where she was.

“I’m
coming to get you,” called Trent.

The
thought of doing this, playing this game every night with Emily made him almost
come then and there.

She
was leaning over the arm of the chair, his dad’s old chair, with her ass high
in the air. The scent of her juices was overwhelming. His heart beat faster and
blood pumped through his body. He had to have her and he had to take her from
behind this time.

He
quickened his pace and ran his hands up and down her body. Her skin was soft.
Running his finger down her crack, he played with her clit. It fascinated him
because it was the first one he’d felt. Shifter woman didn’t have them. He
played with it some more, hearing her groan and her ass wiggle, brushing his
cock and balls. Trent used some of her juices and swirled them around her
folds. She was wet and ready, so he knew he wouldn’t hurt her as he drove into
her channel.

It
felt so good, so tight and hot. He fondled her breasts. Her nipples grew taut
and turned into tiny pebbles between his finger and thumb. It made his erection
harder as he pounded into her, his thighs slapping that cute butt of hers. He
watched as her fingers dragged along the arms of the chair.

He
was glad his dad couldn’t see how his favorite piece of furniture was now being
used.

What
would his dad think of him getting friendly with a human?

Emily
cried out and jarred him from that train of thought.

‘You
are such a big, bad bear,” she screamed.

Her
voice, and what she’d said, made him come quicker than he’d like. But it was
the best orgasm of his life.

He
couldn’t let her go. This wasn’t all about sex, and she had to know the truth.

“Emily,
how do you feel about us dating and making this thing an ongoing relationship?”

He
slid out of her and she turned around.

“I’d
like that, and not just because of the great sex we’ve had tonight.”

He
was glad to hear that. He kissed her, hoping she would understand more if he
showed her.

“I’m
going outside and I want you to count to ten and then look out that window.”

“What?”

“Just
do it, okay?”

She
nodded and he headed for the door, hoping he wasn’t making the biggest mistake
of his life.

****

Just
what game was Trent planning now?

She
arrived at the number ten in her mind and walked toward the window. What she
was looking for she wasn’t quite sure, but she guessed she’d find out. She put
her face to the glass and quickly stepped back, screaming as she did so.

The
bear was back. It had to be the same one that had spied on her through the
camper window.

She
put her hands over her mouth, hoping Trent wouldn’t get mauled out there. In
fact, where was he? Hearing a tapping sound on the window, she glanced at it,
seeing a large paw on the glass.

Shit,
the damn bear was going to break the window and get inside. Did Trent have a
gun? Would she know how to use it?

But
then the bear looked inside straight at her, and for some reason she wasn’t
afraid anymore. The eyes, she recognized those eyes. They were Trent’s
beautiful brown eyes looking back at her.

She
stepped toward the window as he put both paws on the glass. She put her hands
up to the glass matching his paws as if they were touching and connecting with
one another.

Something
told her he wanted her to step outside and that he wouldn’t hurt her.

She
wrapped her jacket around her and stepped into the darkness. A paw grabbed her
hand.

“It
is you, isn’t it?” she asked.

He
rubbed himself against her and then she saw him change back into Trent.

The
guy was gorgeous. He was kind, sexy, and good in bed. She should have guessed
he had some little fault. In this case not little. He was a damn freak. Either
that or she was hallucinating. Whatever it was, she had to get out of here and
fast.

She
rushed up the hill, stumbling a few times, but managed to get to the trailer.
Usually leaving the keys in the vehicle would have been stupid, but this time
she was glad she hadn’t used her common sense.
Quick getaway.
She turned on the ignition, but the damn thing wouldn’t start. She jumped when
she saw Trent standing by the window. She turned the key again.

Nothing.

“You
just get away from me,” she shouted to him. He probably couldn’t hear what she
was saying, but there was no way she was winding down that window.

“Emily,
please,
give
me a chance to talk to you.”

“Go
away.”

Emily
turned the key again, still nothing. She pumped the accelerator a few times and
turned the key.
Nothing.

Damn.
Why now of all times was her father’s stupid trailer acting like a stubborn
child.

“It’s
a sign,” Trent shouted through the window. “A sign that you’re not meant to
drive away from here, from me, from us.”

“It’s
a sign that my father needs to get a new trailer.”

She
looked at him. She shouldn’t have done that. She tried to look away but she
couldn’t because he had his face pressed close to the window. He had puppy dog
eyes. No bear pup eyes.

Emily
shook that thought out of her mind.

“You’re
a freak,” she shouted.

“That’s
a cruel thing to say. We’re all different in our own special way.”

Emily
tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, contemplating her next move. He was
right, that had been a nasty thing to say. One of the children in her class had
lost their arm due to cancer, and that didn’t make him a freak either. He was
just like the other kids in her class.
One of the smartest
too.

She
looked at Trent again. He hadn’t moved from the spot since she looked the last
time. Bears were stubborn creatures. She’d always had a thing for a guy who
knew what he wanted.

“I’m
going to sit here until you go away,” she shouted to him.