Fast Bear: BBW Shapeshifter BWWM Werebear Paranormal Romance (Wild Alpha Shifters Book 2) (6 page)

“I thought you said you’d had contact with them,” Bailey said.

“Growing up on the South Side, everybody had contact with the Petronis. We saw their enforcers around. That’s why I drove up to the back door of your shop. Anywhere those guys are is trouble.”

“Well, you’re right about that,” Bailey said. “But it’s too much of a coincidence. Why did they show up as soon as you did?”

“Honestly?” Jeremy asked.

“Yes. Honestly.”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Which was the truth. Jeremy didn’t know why they had decided to show up when a phone call would have sufficed. “So why are they looking for you?” Jeremy asked.

Bailey looked away. “I have something. Something that belongs to them. That’s why I need to go.”

Bailey grabbed hold of the chain that held down the door. Jeremy knew that she was afraid. He couldn’t let her go like that. Not the woman who he knew to be his mate. He approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her, already self-conscious at the hardening of his cock. It sent the wrong message. This was about much more than sex. But even as he touched her, Jeremy reveled in Bailey’s warm flesh. Not only did she have a beautiful way about her, but she was warm and curvy. He had no doubt she would bear fine cubs. But he had to persuade her to trust him, and most importantly, he had to rid both of their lives of the Petronis forever.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you, Bailey. Never ever.”

“You can’t promise that,” Bailey said.

“Yes, I can.”

“How?”

“Because I’m a bear.”

“And?”

“A bear always keeps his word. Always,” he whispered into her ear.

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Bailey’s insides tingled at Jeremy’s whisper. It felt so good: the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her waist, his body tight with hers, his hardness pressed against her. It felt so good that, in spite of her better judgment, she found herself letting go of the chain. She knew she shouldn’t, and at the same time she knew she should. After all, how could anything that was so wrong feel so right?

Yes, she still needed to get out of town, she still needed to get away from the Petronis. Yet when she was in Jeremy’s arms as she was now, there was no place she would rather be. No place that she could ever imagine feeling safer. He grasped her gently yet firmly, running his powerful hands up under her silky blouse and cupping her flesh. She could feel the power in his hands and at the same time she could feel the elemental hardness of his cock. It pressed against her and all she wanted was to be with him all over again. To be with him forever.

“Bailey?”

“Yes, Jeremy.”

“I’m going to take care of you. You don’t have to worry about the Petronis. Never again.”

He was so close to her that she thought she was going to melt into him. Her sex ached at the thought of it. Ached at his strength. Ached at his gentleness. She knew she was getting wet down there, and his hardness wasn’t helping matters any. She had no doubt her entrance was glistening. Jeremy moved his hands farther up her torso until he was cupping her breasts. She let him do it. She wanted him to do it. She wanted him to do that and so much more.

Her nipples tightened, budding until they were points. He kissed her ear, biting the lobe gently but firmly enough to tell her that he was serious and that no harm would come to her ever again. Then he reached into her bra, toying with her nipples as he dropped kisses down her neck. She needed to be naked with him. Needed him inside of her again. She needed it more than she had ever needed anything before.

Bailey reached behind her, feeling at his coveralls, grasping for his member. She felt it there, beneath the coarse fabric, towering between his legs. She started moving her hand on it right there. Moving it up and down the shaft, even though it was still hidden by the fabric. A few stokes and she had already made it bigger and hungrier. He turned her toward him. But before their lips could meet, he picked her up and held her in his arms, carrying her across the shop floor.

“Where are you taking me?” Bailey asked.

“Didn’t I tell you nobody could ever hurt you again?”

“Yes.”

“Then wait and see.”

Chapter Five

Jeremy dropped his head down to Bailey’s and their lips touched. An electric pulse shot out from her core and she immediately opened her mouth to his. Their tongues met, but it was only a tease. He pulled his lips away from her.
Wait. Why is he doing that?
And then she felt him lift her higher in his arms. She lay there like a baby. He was the only man who she could ever imagine lifting her like that. The only man with the strength to dare. In the next second she felt his arms disappear from beneath her.

“Jeremy!”

“Relax, babe.”

She dropped a few inches and fell into something soft. Air mattresses? No, inner tubes. A whole pile of them.

“What are these for?” she asked.

“A community service. We blow them up for folks to tube down the river. But today it looks like we’ve got a better use for them.”

“Really,” Bailey said, wiggling her butt inside one of the inner tubes so that she could get comfortable. “And what might that be?”

“Keeping you comfortable, honey.”

Jeremy unbuttoned his blue coveralls and let them drop. He wore nothing underneath, just his boots, his manhood standing at attention. The evening sun shone in through the windows at the top of the roll up doors, bathing his wide, muscular shoulders in a golden glow. His sinewy biceps and rock-hard abs glowed in that same yellow light and it felt like a dream to see him standing there completely naked and ready for her. Jeremy lifted a foot, removing one large boot, and then the other.

“I’ll give you everything you need, doll. Diamonds, pearls, and six-hundred-thread-count sheets. All I ask is that you be mine.”

Bailey lay back on the garage floor. Was she really going to let him take her? A bear shifter? Here? On the floor of the garage?

The barn had been one thing, but this was becoming a habit… A delicious habit,
she thought to herself.
What the hell.

She needed a balm for the ache within her. She needed to be filled, and not just her womanhood, her heart, too. She needed Jeremy now.

“Then give it to me,” Bailey said. “Give me what you’ve got.”

Bailey lay back and wriggled out of her panties. She was wearing a pleated skirt, so it was easier than before. She could tell she was wet, dripping actually, but before she was halfway out of the wet cotton garment, Jeremy had sunk to his knees and she felt his fingers stroking up the length of her folds. Her crease responded to his touch, slippery with passion and begging for more. She reached up to his shoulders, drawing him down to her. He straddled her, lowering himself slowly, but before his lips were upon her, she reached out for his cock. She wanted to touch him there, wanted to taste him.

His tip was already wet with a pearl of a dew. She couldn’t help herself. She pulled him near and licked the tip of his dick with a long swirl of her tongue before taking the whole thing in her mouth.

“Oh, Bailey.”

She worked her way around the tip again, circling it with her tongue, working the hard, sensitive head with her lips.

“Wait.”

Jeremy pulled out of her mouth and rose, lifting Bailey with him as he did. She kicked her wet panties off her ankles. Then he lay down on the floor and positioned her above him, sitting her on his chest. He undid the buttons on her silky blouse and reached under it for her bra, cupping her breasts with both hands. She luxuriated in his touch as he lifted both bra and blouse off her at once. She was exposed, naked, just her skirt riding around her hips. She desperately wanted to kiss him. But before she could, Jeremy sunk his entire mouth over her taut nipple, tugging it back. A jolt of pure electricity ran through Bailey’s veins. He teased the hard nipple with his teeth, tugging back even farther. Then he let go and licked around it.

“More, Jeremy. Please, more,” Bailey said, bending forward to meet him.

He took her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and toyed with it, licking across her cleavage to her other breast. She reached back and felt his cock standing at attention, and it only intensified the ache she felt within her. Jeremy took her other nipple between his teeth and she didn’t know if she would be able to stand it. He was so gentle yet so firm. He sucked it back and she felt another jolt of electricity shoot out from her core.

Is this the way sex is supposed to be?

She’d never felt anything like it. It was so intense. More intense than their first lovemaking session and she didn’t think she’d be able to wait, didn’t think she’d be able to stand not having him inside her any longer.

“Kiss me, woman.”

Bailey opened her mouth, hungry for him. Her tongue met his, their tips pressing, dancing, softly at first, and then more forcefully, swirling in each other’s mouths. The man was a shifter, different from her yet the same. But none of that mattered at this moment. She felt his cock behind her and began working her way back until it stood at her back. She lifted herself, her folds slick with need. She wanted the hard bar of his manhood. She wanted him to rub it between her petals. She craved that exquisite friction.

“Come to me.”

He placed a hand on her hips and slid her farther forward on his chest. It was the wrong direction, but Bailey was too hot and bothered to protest. Jeremy pulled his lips back from her mouth, kissing her neck. She lay her head back as he moved slowly down her neck to the space between her breasts. He dropped butterfly kisses across her bosom until he lifted her up as if she weighed no more than a feather and set her down on his face.

“Oh, Jeremy.”

Bailey didn’t know if she could take any more. Not right now. Not when he had made her so hungry for the main course. She sat atop him, her legs straddling him as his tongue found her wet crease. He lifted her ever so slightly as he thrust inside, licking between her wet folds and tickling her soft nubbin. It wasn’t soft for long, though. She felt it grow hard. Hard enough to be noticed. He found it and sucked back softly on it with his lips. Then he forgot soft. He swirled his tongue around its base, circling around and around and climbing it until he reached its tip. A jolt of pleasure shot through her as he tugged on it with his teeth…

“Jeremy!”

Another jolt of pleasure burst out from within, and then another, and another, the pleasure radiating out from her core like a quake. She thrust her folds into his face as she felt herself coming. But he didn’t let go. He continued to suck back on her clit like it was a plump grape. His tongue swirled around it and the pleasure radiated through her core. It wasn’t a question any longer. Bailey knew she couldn’t take any more. She knew she was going to pop. She had to get away from his dastardly tongue, from the agonizing pleasure it brought to her. She needed to catch her breath. But at the same time, she needed to be filled. She needed it more than anything in the world.

He thrust his tongue inside her again, and she rocked back, straddling his chest. She felt his perfectly smooth, rippled chest beneath her. She was so wet and slick with passion his smooth skin was like a slide. Ever ripple of his muscle, every contour of his perfect abs stimulated her folds as she drove slowly backwards, getting closer and closer to his manhood. She knew what she would find there, she just hoped she was ready. When he had taken her last time he was big, so big that she was surprised she had been able to take him all in. Bailey had experienced large men before, but Jeremy was on a whole other level.

“My purse,” she said. “There’s a condom in my purse.”

She felt him reach for it. The man was dextrous. She glanced to the side as he fiddled through her things and found the package. Then he brought the wrapper to his teeth and ripped it open with one hand. She couldn’t see him putting it on, but she could feel the shuffling behind her. She hoped it would fit. It was a regular condom, not extra-large sized, but at least they stretched. She hadn’t been so wishful in her thinking as to suppose she’d need extra-large protection when she’d bought the box last year. Bailey thought it just showed that everybody ought to dream big. Because you never knew how, or when, those dreams would come true.

“Put me inside you, baby,” Jeremy growled.

She reached behind her. There it was. That cock. That magnificent cock, sheathed and ready for her. She had to open her hand wide just to grasp the entirety of its silky smooth girth. She pushed herself up and pulled him toward her. Even then, she misjudged his length. His tip dragged across her folds, the sweet friction driving her to a near frenzy of excruciating pleasure. She shuffled back a little farther, finally finding herself perfectly positioned atop his length. Jeremy looked up at her, his eyes intense with desire. She could tell he needed it just as badly as she did.

“Now, baby,” Bailey said. “You ready for me?”

“Hit it,” he growled.

And she lowered herself onto his girth. It felt like she was going home. Her pussy was tight but slick enough to accept his manhood. He thrust gently, but not so much as to cause her pain. More of an assist to gravity as she gently lowered herself down on him. There was no question of going all the way, though, not when her channel was so ready. The condom was the extra-thin variety, and she felt every ripple in his veined cock, every inch of pleasure, as he slowly, but inexorably, filled her up. She went down all the way to the bottom, all the way to his balls.

Jeremy reached up, cupping her breasts, and she pushed her hands down on his chest, raising herself again. He looked magnificent below her, a rock-hard vision, the ideal expression of what it meant to be a man. Everything about Jeremy was cut—his cheekbones, his rippling abs, his dick. She stared down at his chiseled features, so hard, yet at the same time, so caring. His penetrating hazel eyes looked deep into her soul, and when she stared back at him, she didn’t feel like she was looking at a stranger. She felt like she knew him. She felt like they were one. She rose up, all the way to his tip. Once again, she felt her void waiting to be filled.