Reforming the Bear (10 page)

Chapter Eleven

Liam
had never felt so good. Tonight it wasn’t all about the shifting and running.
His body felt relaxed for the first time since his brother’s death. For years
he’d thought maybe if he’d put a stop to Danny’s interest in motorbikes when
his brother had been a teenager, then the accident would never have happened.

However,
now he realized that was stupid. His brother loved bikes like Liam loved cars.
It wasn’t a bike or any lapse of judgment on Danny’s part that had cost him his
life. It had been the lack of common sense of the man who’d hit him. He’d been
the one breaking the law by getting behind the wheel of his car when he’d been
twice over the legal limit. He’d been put in prison, locked up behind bars but it
had been Liam who felt he’d been serving the sentence. The guilt, the loneliness,
and the waking up in the middle of the night asking himself if he could have
been a better brother.

It
was clearer now. Lucy had somehow made the sun shine again and she was
gradually turning his cold heart of stone into one that beat blood.

Liam
picked up speed, hurrying back to the edge of the wood where he could shift and
get back into his truck. Perfect time of the night for a run: No one around,
and the stars and moon shining overhead.

He
relaxed his body, slowly shifting back into his human form. He quickly dressed
and got into the car, starting the ignition and wondering what the other
shifters like Aiden, Christopher and Dane would think of him finally giving in
and having sex with a human. Having a relationship with one. Is that what he
and Lucy were heading toward?

Liam
put his foot on the gas, suddenly in a hurry to get back to that gorgeous woman
in his bed. He ran his hands through his hair. At some point he’d have to be
honest and tell Lucy what he really was. What they really were. He’d always
been guarded about their secret, going to meetings and berating the other guys
who’d taken human lovers and wives for putting them in danger. He had to follow
his own advice. He had to get to know Lucy a lot more before he revealed their
secret. After making such a fuss about it with the others, he wouldn’t be the
one to make them susceptible to outside threats. Liam Ahern wouldn’t be the
shifters’ downfall.

He
pulled in front of the garage and hurried out of the truck, hoping she hadn’t
fallen asleep because he wanted to make love with her again.

Lucy
was lying on her side under the covers of his bed. He stripped off and slid in
beside her. She was still naked but her body was warm. He snuggled up to it, wrapping
his arms around her and kissing her shoulder.

“How
was your run?”

“Perfect,”
he said.

“Don’t
you get scared running this time of the night? I mean, aren’t there lots of
wild animals about?” asked Lucy.

“Sure
there are, but most of them wouldn’t hurt you.”

At
least not when he was in his bear form.

“Yeah,
I guess they’re more scared of us then we are of them.”

“Exactly,”
he said pulling her in tight to his body. His cock beat against her butt
cheeks. He put his hand over her right breast and squeezed before running his
finger down her stomach, over her navel, and into the curls that he still found
fascinating.

Liam
found her clit and began massaging it.

“You
are a master at that,” said Lucy, shifting her body just a tad so he could have
more access.

“You
like it,” he whispered in her ear.

“I
do.”

He
took her earlobe between his lips and began playfully nipping on it as he
teased the swollen nub even more. Lucy’s legs kicked out, her feet fluttering
against his own.

Her
juices streamed over his knuckles, and the scent made him hungry for her,
desperate to be inside her once again. She cried out as he slid his finger
south of her clit and pushed it inside her channel. So hot and tight … he’d
have to take her soon.

“Excuse
me for just one minute––stay right here,” he said close to her ear.

He
flipped over, reached for the box of condoms and was all fingers and thumbs
getting the damn rubber out of the package. He threw the covers back and went
to work on sheathing himself. He really hated these things but Lucy was the
only human he knew worth the humiliation of having your dick encased in this
hideous invention.

He
turned over, letting his finger trail down her crack, parting those cute cheeks
of hers and then, wham, he was back inside her pussy.

Liam
thrust a few times and then stayed still and let his cock vibrate at the same
time he practiced an ancient shifter ritual of biting the nape of her neck. Her
pussy grew tight and she fidgeted as she cried out.

She
came big time. He knew that by the pressure on his dick that her pussy made as
it spasmed three times and then she hit the pillow with her fist.

He
bite her again, just enough to derive pleasure for him but not enough to put
her to sleep.

Liam
began thrusting again, holding on to her like she was going to run away. He’d
left her skin pink and swollen from the bite. Shifters usually only did that to
their intended mate.

Usually
it was given lots of thought, but he hadn’t hesitated before sinking his teeth
into her.

He
kissed her neck this time, giving her a hug while he pounded into her.
Something about Lucy made him want to protect her. Maybe because he’d found her
in a vulnerable situation and she’d looked like a damsel in distress.

She
cried out again with her heels digging into his shins. He’d give her a few more
orgasms and then he needed to find his own release.
 
Her nails scraped his arms as she clung to
him and cried out allowing him to let go and enjoy pure bliss.

****

When
Lucy first woke up the following morning, she thought she was back at home. She
felt that relaxed, no longer scared about being miles from Philly. The muscular
arm lying across her ribcage reminded her she was in Montana and in the bed of
the sexiest, nicest guy she’d ever met.

Lucy
was tempted to outline each one of the magnificent muscles in Liam’s arm but
guessed by the warm air being circulated by her ear that he was still in a deep
sleep. Last night had been fun––the sex, him crawling in beside her, having sex
again, and then falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

The
bag. She’d left it in the apartment. She’d been so caught up with having sex
that she’d left it unattended all night.

Guilt
washed over her and she had to go see if it was still there. She carefully
lifted Liam’s arm up and off her body while watching for any signs she’d
disturbed and woken him as she eased herself out of the bed. She put some
weight on both her feet. Still a little sore, but if she didn’t move too
quickly she wouldn’t need the crutches any more. She pulled on her t-shirt and
pants.

Lucy
walked toward the door, cursing under her breath when it squeaked as she opened
it. She glanced over at Liam. He stirred and his nose twitched but he remained
asleep. She crept along the hallway, into the living room where she’d left her
shoes and slipped her feet into them. Looked like it was going to be a
beautiful day. She stepped outside and saw the sun starting to peek out over
the horizon. She dug into her pants pocket and pulled out the key, slipped it
into the lock and went inside the apartment.

Once
she saw the bag sitting exactly where she’d left it, her heartbeat slowed down.
This was actually the safest place for it so she turned around, went back
outside and locked the door again. She could go back to bed with Liam, but he’d
been kind enough to make her breakfast yesterday so the least she could do was
return the favor.

Lucy
walked into the kitchen and tried to figure out where he kept everything. She
opened up one cupboard next to the fridge and saw five bottles of honey sitting
on the top shelf.

Wow,
he certainly liked this stuff. She saw one bottle already opened on the bottom
shelf and pulled it out, knowing he’d smothered the toast with it. She found
bacon and eggs in the fridge and a carton of orange juice. She wasn’t sure how
to work the coffee machine because she never drank the stuff herself and this
looked like it had lots of buttons and options on it. She didn’t want to mess
things up for him, so for now she’d stick with orange juice.

Lucy
set about finding a skillet and got to work on the bacon and eggs.
 
Next she put two slices of bread in the
toaster. The medallion that Liam had found sat in a dish beside it. How sad
that he’d had to find it when he’d opened up the apartment for the very first
time––even sadder that it had sat there, all that time, without him knowing.
Perhaps he would have liked his brother to be buried with it.

The
toast popped up out of the machine, making her jump, and as she leaned over to retrieve
it she jumped again as Liam wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the
cheek.

“I
didn’t hear you come into the kitchen,” she said.

“I’m
very good at sneaking up on people like that.”

“Really.
Hope you’re hungry, because breakfast is about ready.”

“Can’t
smell any coffee brewing.”

“Yeah,
sorry about that, but I didn’t know how to turn on all the switches.”

Liam
let go of her and within minutes, the smell and sound of coffee brewing filled
the kitchen.

“I
remembered you like toast with your honey,” she said holding up the jar.

He
smiled and took it from her. He opened the top, dipped his finger inside and
then smeared it over her lips. Before she could lick it, Liam swiped his tongue
across them and then kissed her, allowing her to taste the honey as it slipped
inside her mouth.

Liam
put his arms around her, pushing her up against the wall by the fridge. He
lifted up her t-shirt, removed it from her body and then pulled down her pants,
kicking them away quickly. They kissed again, his erection stabbing at her
belly, making her pussy spin and do flips. She bit his lip as he pulled her
left leg up at an angle to her hip.

He
was Mr. Perfection because she hadn’t even seen him sheath himself. He slid
into her like they’d been having sex for years and knew one another’s bodies
better than they knew their own.

She
groaned while loving the coldness of the wall on her back and the heat of his
dick buried deep inside her channel. Liam ran his tongue over her lips, all the
time diving deeper, thrusting harder until her butt slapped against the
sheetrock.

His
roughness, the way he’d taken her without a long build-up of foreplay excited,
turned her on, priming her for the climax that took her breath away. Oh, how
she wished every morning for the rest of her life could start like this one.
She took a deep breath and put her hands on either side of his face, loving the
roughness of the stubble against her palms. She quivered and cried out when
another orgasm built quickly and made her whole body hum and come alive.

He
suddenly stopped thrusting, letting his cock vibrate inside her. She pushed her
head back, her chin up in the air, enjoying the coldness of the sheetrock on
her scalp as well as her ass. He angled her leg higher, allowing him more
access. The tip of his shaft beat a steady beat at the back of her pussy.

Lucy
hoped he had a good hold on her because her legs were getting weak and shaking
from the wave upon wave of climaxes that had washed over her. How far away was
his nearest neighbor because she was about to scream out and hoped they
wouldn’t think Liam was murdering her or anything sinister like that.

She
whimpered as he began thrusting again, growling, moaning almost like a bear––had
to be all the honey he ate. And then,
pow
,
the warmth from his ejection filled her.

They
pressed their foreheads against one another.

“Quite
the way to start the day,” said Lucy.

****

He
had both Sam and Lucy with him today. Liam was the former loner bear who was no
longer spending the weekend by himself.

“I’m
getting tired of wedding stuff,” said Sam sitting down next to Lucy’s car as
Liam worked under the hood.

“Just
think, one day you’ll be planning your own.”

“Yuck!
I hate girls.”

“Kaitlin’s
your best buddy and she’s a girl.”

“Yeah,
but I hate all the
other
girls. I’m
never getting married.”

“All
men say that,” said Lucy, who sat reading in a chair by the door of the garage.

Liam
winked at Sam. “Hey buddy, you want to hand me that wrench there?” asked Liam.

Sam
stood and passed it to him. “Are we going fishing?” asked Sam.

“I
have a better idea. I thought the three of us could drive up near Glacier and
see Maureen. She raised me and your dad and I know she’d love to meet you.”