Her Wild Bear (7 page)

Chapter 12

Tawny gasped for air as she sprinted between bushes, desperately dodging thorny vines. Her buckskin clothes noisily flapped against her and she whimpered in fear that the sound would give her away. A chilling early dusk breeze cut through the trees, raising her skin with gooseflesh, while thick, foreboding pines cast elongating shadows over the forest floor to warn of the approaching nightfall.

She heard Matt’s footsteps streaking toward her from behind and she shrieked in terror — he had spotted her. Her heart thudded hard in her chest, her legs exhausted from the skirt restricting her stride. She could hear his heaving breath — he was gaining on her.

Tawny screamed as she felt his powerful arms grasp her and they tumbled together to the moss below.

“No!” she screeched, wriggling desperately beneath Matt’s powerful body but unable to break free from his hold. He rolled her onto her back, pinning her wrists to the ground. She looked up into his dark brown eyes, glaring defiantly at him as exhausted tears rolled down her face.

He let go of her right wrist and reached out to brazenly caress her face. She grabbed his forearm sternly, her eyes narrowing with harsh reproach. She swallowed uneasily as he stared down at her. His sexual hunger was undaunted by her insolence.

Slowly she yanked his arm down along her body, spreading her legs apart to force her skirt up along her thighs, and pushed his hand underneath. She tossed her head back with a seductive moan as she felt his warm fingers probing her soft and tender skin. It was a succulent sensation of relief and building desire that swept through her, and she could feel her body gnawing at his finger as he pressed it inside of her.

“Oh God, Matt,” Tawny groaned deliciously. “Don’t let me go. Don’t ever let me go.”

Her head swam with intoxicated delirium as he gently toyed with her warm parts. He gave her small lips soft squeezes and ran tickling fingers between them, stimulating her clitoris with every motion and taunting her salacious itch.

Matt lunged onto her, kissing her neck like a starving animal. His caressing mouth sent waves of pleasure down over her breasts. Tawny raised her knees instinctively, her pussy pulsing with greedy desires, and felt herself open even more to his touch.

Wrapping one arm around her shoulders, Matt clutched her, tight and helpless, to his muscular chest. She smelled his longing, his wanton intentions and his musky sweat from the chase. His panting breath was hot on her skin as he moved his hand to burrow beneath her shirt, fondling her grateful nipples but leaving her pouting muff all alone.

Tawny ran an eager palm over Matt’s stomach and hips, then stroked at the bulge of his hardened penis while he groaned from her touch. With deft fingers Tawny untied his pants’ tether and wriggled his penis free. She brazenly shoved her fingers beneath the leather and stroked his full length. Her fingers soon found his supple testicles, and waves of elation rolled through her stomach as she gently fondled his softest parts.

Sitting up and pushing him onto his back, Tawny tugged Matt’s pants down past his knees. She nibbled impatiently at her lower lip and studied his hardening member. It twitched under her scrutinizing gaze as though it were humiliated to be seen. She reached down and softly tickled the hair on his inner thigh, just above his knee, as she stared wantonly into his eyes.

A shocking thrill raced through her when he squirmed with her touch. Clenching her jaw with pleasure, she ran teasing fingers up and down through the hair on his thigh, stopping just short of grazing his gonads, and watched him writhe in excitement.

Tawny pulled her hand away and studied his face as he convulsed with need and pleasure. With a mischievous grin, she reached low along his body, running teasing fingers slowly up the inside of his leg from his calf. Matt lifted his head to watch her trembling hand as she approached his privates, her creeping touch promising yet torturous. As she came within an inch of his hefty gonads, she stopped, her fingers skimming lightly just below his scrumptious parts. He groaned in delighted agony and stared helplessly down at himself.

At last Tawny brushed her touch up over his squirming testicles and along his thick shaft, and Matt moaned aloud. He cautiously lowered his head back into the grass, his eyes closing in shivering ecstasy. Delicately, Tawny pulled his penis up off his stomach and held it aloft with one hand as she teased it with the other. Her fingers grazed lightly over the tight skin. Fiery warmth filled her when she gently petted his large, dark head and his body stiffened restlessly.

Holding his penis almost vertical, she blew softly up and down its length. He shivered in response, his eyes still closed as he swam in the exhilaration. Briefly she stopped and held the stiff part up to admire his affection for her. Then she slapped sharply at the swollen purplish head with her other hand, and Matt yelped in pained surprise.

Tawny swatted Matt’s hands away as he reached down to protect his penis from further spanking, but he settled the instant she began to stroke him. She watched, her eyes wide in wonder, as his staff stiffened and his balls scrunched up hard against his body, a dribble of gooey semen leaking from the tip of his head. Keeping her touch light and feathery, Tawny taunted and teased his helmet as he moaned in pleading angst. With the other hand she tickled at his inner thighs to make him squirm, and urged him to spread his knees further apart.

Matt grunted and lifted his hips, his muscles rippling as they tightened, then he gave a ragged gasp. His penis jolted and Tawny squealed with elation as she watched it spew out large white gobs of goo onto his shirt and stomach. A second later he reached down and grasped her hand to stop her from touching him there, his body jerking with overstimulation.

She dipped a quivering finger into his hot cum and felt how slippery it was. As it started to dry, it became sticky and thick. “This is gross,” she teased, but her voice gave away her kinky amusement with the stuff.

Tawny pulled her skirt up high to her waist and straddled Matt’s exhausted body. Carefully she lodged his still-hard staff between her small lips, working quickly before he softened. She rolled her hips, sliding her wet labia gently over Matt’s penis, listening to his pleasured moans.

Her pussy tingled as her clit touched his penis head, and she clenched both hands into the skin and hair on Matt’s chest while she bore down on him.

Matt grunted, his body thrashing now as Tawny tormented his sensitive penis with her hot, wet softness. Her nub engorged as she watched him struggle weakly against her, and she felt a strange and enticing euphoria swell inside. He began to beg her to stop, his voice warbling as he tried to speak, and her body responded with spiking ecstasy. Her pussy throbbed and quivered, devouring Matt’s manhood beneath her, and she thrust herself even quicker over his tormented soul.

A disturbing elation swiftly engulfed Tawny in a torrent of pounding orgasms, each one mounting higher as she listened to Matt plead for her to stop. She jammed harder against him, and he yelped with unbearable ecstasy. Her pussy throbbed as she came harder and harder, sending surges of blissful gratification washing over her. One final, satisfying climax reverberated a dizzyingly long moment through her trembling body, and Tawny felt trickles of her own ejaculate release and dribble down over Matt.

She gasped for breath, her body tensing as the orgasm released its last shocks of shuddering ecstasy. She felt her eyes roll back in her head before she tumbled limply to the ground next to Matt.

Tawny could hear him moaning, and turned her head to see his hands covering himself for protection. She winced as what she had just done to him echoed in her head, her cruel self-indulgence turning her stomach. She reached out a soothing hand and ran it apologetically over his bicep, her interest again peaking as she felt the hard muscle beneath his shirt.

“Matt,” she whispered, her eyes welling with regretful tears, “are you alright?”

She watched as he heaved in one breath after another, his limbs still shaking. After what seemed like forever he rolled his head to look at her. He was smiling.

“Holy shit, you’re brutal,” Matt laughed. “God, that was fun. And it’s your turn to be tormented like that next, right?”

“No!” Tawny giggled, her heart skipping a beat as she thought about it. “Well, maybe. I mean, next time you catch me you might consider tying me to a tree or something, and then having your way with me. Or... whatever.”

“I could smack your pussy,” Matt muttered, “like you whacked my little guy.”

Tawny instinctively covered her pussy with her hand protectively and looked away so Matt couldn’t see the arousal in her face at the idea.

“That skirt was a good idea,” Matt mumbled, too tired now to speak up.

Tawny grinned. “I thought it might be fun. Thanks for helping me put one together.”

“You look nice in it.” Matt reached out, searching for Tawny’s hand and taking it warmly in his own.

“And out of it?” Tawny asked coyly, squeezing his hand. “Do I still look nice without it?”

He grinned slyly. “Even better.” He rolled over onto his side and gazed into her eyes. She raised her chin and gave him a soft kiss, tasting his warm lips against her mouth. He laid a calming arm around her and the night closed in as she stared up at the darkening sky.

Matt’s breathing evened out and Tawny knew as she examined his softened face that he was deep asleep. She sat up on her knees and slowly worked his pants all the way off, careful not to wake him. Quietly she crouched back, then jumped to her feet and stepped away before calling out to him.

“What’s going on?” Matt grumbled as he sat up. He stared down at his stripped legs and then up to Tawny. She waved his pants with a giggle.

“You want them?” she taunted. “You’ll have to catch me, first.”

Chapter 13

Tawny raced off back toward the cabin, Matt’s pants fluttering behind her. Matt took a long breath and instinctively started to pull off his shirt to get ready to shift, but stopped as he realized he shouldn’t. He grimaced and finally clambered to his feet. He let Tawny beat him to the cabin. He jogged calmly after her, unconcerned about his nudity, his drooping penis swinging and jostling as he ran.

“Couldn’t that bear still be out there?” Tawny asked as she stood on the narrow porch, watching Matt stumble up the steps after her. She wrapped her arms tight around him, wishing she wasn’t wearing her skirt as she gently rubbed her hips against his. “Maybe we shouldn’t be sleeping on the ground like that.”

Matt looked out into the woods. “I’m sure he could be around still. But it’s been a while. It’s more likely he’s moved on.” He gritted his teeth, bracing for what he knew she would ask next.

“So are we going to get into town soon?” Tawny let Matt loose and stepped back to look into his eyes. But he kept his firm gaze on the surrounding forest.

Tawny touched his face tenderly, her heart thrilling at the feel of his stubble on her fingers. “My parents must be going ape-shit crazy worrying about me, not to mention my friends.”

Matt nodded reluctantly. “I suppose we should get you back. I need to be getting back to my family and friends as well.”

A soothing breeze brushed past them as the night settled in.

“Matt?” Tawny asked, her mouth twitching as she considered how to phrase the question. “What are you doing here?”

Matt’s eyes glinted as he looked back over to her. “What are any of us doing here?” he retorted. “Are we here by accident, or is there some meaning to life?”

Tawny slugged him in the arm. “I’m not being philosophical, you nut. I mean . . . why are you down at this cabin, alone?”

A chilling breeze tousled at the hair over his gonads and they shriveled up with the cold. Matt pulled his pants from Tawny’s grip and slid his legs into them as she waited for his answer.

“I needed to work some stuff out, I guess,” he admitted.

“What kind of stuff?”

Matt shrugged, and then sighed. He leaned over the porch railing and watched the rustling trees. “My father recently passed away,” he said finally.

“Oh God! Matt… I’m so sorry.” Tawny covered her mouth with both hands in shock.

“Thank you,” Matt replied. “It wasn’t a pleasant passing, I’m afraid. Someone shot him.”

Tawny gasped. She watched Matt as he stared into the distance, a tear forming in his eye. She came up softly behind him, wrapping her arms around his body. “Was it a hunting accident?” she asked.

Matt felt a lump swell in his throat, and he choked it back. He shook his head, his teeth gritting in rage as he thought about The Path.

“You mean he was murdered?” Tawny breathed. Her heart pounded in her ears as she saw him nod.

“And... did they catch who did it?”

Matt only managed a subtle shake of his head before he felt the anguish engulf him. He pulled away from Tawny, hiding his pained expression as he stared into the evening sky. She studied his twitching jaw and his narrowing gaze.

“He meant a lot to you, didn’t he?” Tawny remarked, her voice tender.

Matt didn’t answer. He only took a long, deep breath, letting it slowly out. He kept himself turned away from her, but Tawny recognized the look of torment and loss in his hunched body. She could see that his eyes scanned the horizon as though he were searching — as though he were lost.

Quietly Tawny worked her way in front of him, wrapping him in her embrace once again and burrowing her face into him. She could feel his body shake with grief. Her own tears stung her eyes and fell to his shirt. “And you’re here to mourn for your father?”

He nodded. “That, and to figure my life out. Without him, I guess I really don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Has it helped?” Tawny pressed. “Have you figured life out?”

Matt laughed grimly through the anguish. “I think I’m only more confused than ever.”

Tawny pulled back and their eyes finally met. She could see his pain and bewilderment in his pleading gaze.

“Are you more confused now because of me?”

Matt didn’t answer for a long moment. He only stood to watch her face, to drink her in, to be there with her. “Yes,” he finally responded, and Tawny’s heart skipped a beat. “Yes, and I’m glad for it.”

Tawny offered a sullen smile and rubbed her hand over his ridged chest. “I can stay a few more days before we go into town, if that might help you.”

Matt gave her a relieved grin. “Thank you,” he sighed, and looked back up at the low, orange clouds across the horizon.

“Matt?” Tawny asked again. He gave her a tight squeeze, waiting for her to finish. “Matt, I . . .“ The words stuck hard in her throat. She looked up into his face, but his gaze was still riveted in the distance. He stood there with her, but he was somewhere else.

Tawny snuggled her head against his chest, quiet in her own thoughts for the moment, wondering if she dared say them aloud.

“Yes?” Matt prodded. “What were you going to say?”

“As long as I’m still here for the next couple of days, can I meet your mother?” she managed to ask, her voice a little hoarse.

“Oh, God,” Matt moaned. “Tawny, we can’t. I’m so sorry.”

“Why not?” Tawny pried.

“I can’t explain, but we just can’t.”

She swallowed back the hurt and nodded. “There seem to be several things you won’t explain to me.”

“I’m sorry,” he offered once again. “I can’t do better than that right now.”

Tawny took a deep breath. “I’m hungry,” she mumbled, her head low.

“I’ll go get us something to eat,” Matt said softly. “But I’ll need to hunt something. I shouldn’t be long.”

With a long sigh Matt turned and left her standing on the porch. As soon as he was out of her sight, he stripped and shifted to bear. The air was bereft of the scent of prey, and his stomach was craving elk meat. He grumbled and pushed through the trees, his ears pricked for the sound of any large animal. A few minutes later he stumbled upon a wild boar, its face buried under a bush as it foraged. Matt grunted in resignation and charged.