Secret Baby Lion: A BBW Lion-Shifter Romance (Shift Your Fate Book 2) (5 page)

Tristan built a steady pace, Olivia meeting his thrusts half-way, growing more and more impatient as she was nearing her second orgasm. She broke the kiss and threw her head back, moaning with abandon, encouraging him to move faster, take her harder. Her hands found the headboard and held onto it for dear life.

The gesture made Tristan look at her mesmerized. He placed his hands firmly on each side of her head and lifted himself up just enough to gain better access. The slight change in position gave him the best view of her breasts bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

Olivia opened her eyes and smiled up at him. Once their eyes met, they both found it impossible to break contact. Tristan wanted to feast his eyes on her voluptuous body, but at the same time he felt like he could see straight into her soul, and that was a thousand times more intense and meaningful. His chest rumbled with the excitement of his beast. Olivia’s eyes widened for a second, and Tristan was afraid she had heard his lion, or sensed that something wasn’t quite as it was supposed to be, but then her lips formed a cute “o” and she let out a loud moan as her walls clenched and unclenched around his cock. Her back arched painfully.

Tristan forced himself to last a little longer. It was no use when her pussy throbbed so wildly around him, the sheer power of her orgasm almost pushing him out. With a low grunt, he came deep inside her, his hot seed coating her walls, filling her to the brim.

The sensation of being so wet and full, the idea that she had made this gorgeous man come so hard, caused another short, intense orgasm to shake her whole body. She screamed this time, her eyes closing and her brows furrowing in concentration. She was determined to ride every wave of pleasure to the fullest. She had never met a man who could do this to her, who could charm both her body and mind with such ease, who could tear down her walls and make her lose her head completely.

Tristan did his best not to fall on top of her. He pulled out and lay on his side, then gathered her exhausted body in his arms. Too tired to move, Olivia let him do as he pleased. For a few minutes, she allowed herself to simply be there, pressed up against his chest, to listen to his heartbeat and count his breaths. Little by little, she relaxed until she couldn’t feel her body anymore. Her muscles felt like delicious mush she would probably not know how to control and move later, when she’d have to stand up and walk on two legs.

Tristan played with her hair, ran his fingers up and down her arms, and pressed feathery kisses all over her forehead.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

“Olivia?”

He studied her face and smiled when he realized she was fast asleep.

***

When she woke up, the sun was setting. She jumped out of the bed and started looking for her clothes, her heart beating wilder and wilder by the second. She could not explain the rush of blood pounding in her chest, neck, and temples, the anxiety coursing through her body. She almost lost her balance while struggling to put her blue dress back on. It didn’t help that it was a mess and she had to tie some knots to make it look presentable. Finally clothed, she stopped in front of the tall mirror and did her best to calm down her breathing.

“Shit. What have I done? What’s wrong with me?” She ran her fingers through her long, messy hair. “There must be something seriously wrong with me…”

She looked around the room, then out the window. It was getting late. She had no intention to spend the night, so she grabbed her shoes and headed to the door. If she was lucky, she wouldn’t run into Tristan on her way out. And that was when Olivia Jensen stopped. Mid-step, her hand having turned the knob half-way. Déjà-vu.

“No. The first time, it made sense, but now… it would be just stupid.”

She had left two years before, but she couldn’t do the same now. Why did she feel this constant need to flee? It was as if every time something felt good, every time she truly had fun and could say she was happy, there was this thing inside her, this voice that whispered in her ear: “Run! Run now, before it’s too late.”

Olivia took a deep breath and opened the door. Slowly, she stepped onto the hall, mindful of her high heels, careful not to make too much noise. She wasn’t going to sneak out, but the complete silence in the house imposed some kind of respect she couldn’t quite comprehend. She had always been loud and demanding, uncaring about the others’ comfort, but for some reason, she had a strange impulse to behave differently around Tristan. She was on his territory, yes, but it wasn’t that.

The living room was empty. Olivia crossed it and peeked into the kitchen.

“Look who’s finally awake!” said Tristan, his back turned to her. He put the knife down and wiped his hands on a clean towel, then turned to face her. “I hope you’re hungry, but not too hungry. I was just making the salad. Now… I’m perfectly capable of making a decent salad, but I can’t promise anything about the chicken in the oven.”

Olivia just stood there. She opened her mouth to say something, but words failed her. Eventually, she smiled because it was too awkward not to answer to his smile. But to see a tall, bulky man such as Tristan, with his long hair tied in a loose ponytail and an apron around his waist… cooking… it was too much. She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh out loud, or jump his bones while the chicken burned in the oven.

“Err… no salad?” asked Tristan when Olivia didn’t say anything.

“Oh no, salad is fine. I like salad.” She entered the kitchen but kept her distance. If she didn’t, she might just jump his bones after all.

“You don’t even know what kind of salad I’m making,” he laughed.

“If it has vegetables, then it’s my kind of salad.”

He smiled again. For a short moment, he allowed himself to simply look at her, take in her disheveled hair, her rosy cheeks, and the small mark he had left on her collarbone. The beast inside him screamed “mine!”, but Tristan knew not to get his hopes up. She had run away once. If he wasn’t careful, she might do it again. This woman was a mystery.

“It won’t take long,” he said. “You can sit down and… well, watch my poor attempts at chopping an onion.”

Olivia eyed the closest chair. Whatever Tristan had in the oven, it smelled heavenly, and after what they had just done, she was so hungry that she could barely see straight.

“I should get going, actually,” she said. “I should have been back in New York hours ago. And I hate driving at night.”

Tristan’s shoulders sagged a bit, but given his height and posture, it was invisible to Olivia.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go without feeding you first. You didn’t stay around for breakfast. Maybe you ran away from the awful hotel food?”

Olivia took in a sharp breath and let it out slowly. Of course they would have this conversation. It was inevitable. But she hadn’t thought she would feel so lost and embarrassed. She shrugged, although he couldn’t see her.

“That was different.”

Tristan didn’t need to see her to sense her distress. The unmoving air between them told him she was tense and uncomfortable. Maybe it was a good idea to drop the subject even before they started it. Maybe she wouldn’t want to leave, then. He could forget about his questions for a while, finish preparing dinner, then sit and eat with her, and simply enjoy her company. After a glass of wine, she might feel comfortable enough to tell him why exactly she had returned. And how she had found him. Oh, that was another mystery, and not a pleasant one. The whole point of living so far from civilization, in a tight community that only allowed lion-shifters, was so that no one could find Tristan Ward and his pride.

Olivia waited for him to say something else. To her surprise, he remained silent. He mixed the vegetables in a huge bowl, then turned to the oven and busied himself with the chicken and baked potatoes. Her stomach rumbled, and she was forced to accept defeat and lean against the backrest. She was staying for dinner.

Tristan set the table in the small, cozy dining room. They didn’t talk much. He had decided to take things slowly, as it was clear she wasn’t ready to tell him why she was there. The truth was that he could lie to himself all he wanted, because the beast knew exactly what was happening: he was afraid of her explanation. He poured white wine, and they ate in silence.

“This is unbelievably good,” she said. “You’re an amazing cook.”

“Aww… thank you. I hope you mean it. If you compliment my skills like that, I might want to cook breakfast for you, too. Then lunch.”

Olivia smiled and let her eyes fall back on her plate.

“I’m sorry, I’m not staying the night.”

Tristan sighed. “I won’t lie to you. I was hoping you’d change your mind. The perfect time for a stroll is right after dinner, when the world falls silent and all you can hear are the whispers of the mountains.”

“Such a poet you are,” she chuckled.

“That’s something I haven’t been told before.”

They exchanged another smile.

Olivia took a sip of wine. “So… you live pretty far from the city.”

Tristan nodded.

“I wouldn’t be able to cope,” continued Liv. “I need people around me, supermarkets on every street corner in case I need anything at 2 in the morning. Of course, that doesn’t really happen, but it’s just the idea of it… the thought that if I need something, I can get it in a matter of minutes.”

“There are supermarkets in Andes,” offered Tristan.

“Well, yes. But you have to drive there.”

“It doesn’t get easier than that.”

Liv raised the glass of wine. “What if you have a drink and then realize you absolutely have to buy… say… toilet paper?”

Tristan laughed. He couldn’t tell her that alcohol did nothing to him. As a shifter, he could drink as much as he wanted. Buckets of wine, vodka, or any other drink barely made him a bit more joyful. Olivia, on the other hand…

“Oh crap!” She stared at the glass in her hand, then looked back at Tristan. “I. Am. The stupidest human being that has walked the Earth.”

Tristan pushed his chair away from the table, threw his head back, and broke into a fit of laughter.

“Oh yeah, of course you’re laughing. Seems about right.”

She set the glass down and pouted. She should have been angrier, she thought. At him for offering her wine when she had told him she wasn’t going to stay after dinner, or at herself for having been so oblivious of the fact that if she drank, she couldn’t drive herself back home. And neither could he. He had already drunk two glasses, while she was still on her first.

“I was waiting for the moment when you’d realize you’re drinking alcohol,” he said after he regained his ability to breathe normally.

“Right…”

Why wasn’t she as mad as she should have been? She crossed her arms over her ample chest and threw him the most murderous look she could muster. No, she couldn’t hate him for his ridiculous stunt. It was simply too fascinating to watch him enjoying himself so much, even at her own expense. His blue eyes were sparkling with amusement, his full, sinful lips stretched cutely over his perfect, white teeth, and he had even gone as far as to hold his stomach while trying to stifle a second fit of laughter. How could she ever be mad at someone who looked better than any of Michelangelo’s sculptures? When a smile threatened to ruin the fake danger in her green eyes, Olivia bit the inside of her lip to make it go away.

Tristan finally calmed himself down and patted his lips with a napkin.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t very graceful of me.”

Liv shook her head. “No. You’re pretty much anything but a proper gentleman.”

“Did you really ever expect a gentleman?” He gave her a mischievous smile.

She didn’t stop herself from smiling now. “No, I guess not.”

He grabbed his fork, but instead of taking a piece of chicken, he pointed it at her. “You know, I have the impression you’re not the kind of woman who’s attracted to gentlemen.”

“Huh. Then who do you think I’m attracted to?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

Olivia cocked an eyebrow. This conversation was taking a whole different turn, and she wasn’t sure where it was going to lead them. Better to end it now.

“Well, I guess I’m staying the night after all.”

Tristan chuckled. “I guess you are.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch, though.”

He laughed and stuffed half of a baked potato in his mouth. “Whatever makes you more comfortable.” He honestly doubted she would let him sleep on the couch. Alone.

Olivia nodded, satisfied. She had the same doubts. Right now, however, she couldn’t think about his naked body, his lips on hers, his cock deep inside her. She had to call Miranda and tell her she’d be back the next day. She was also dying to hear her son’s voice. Neither of them was used to be separated from the other for long, and her unexpected trip had probably affected him.

“Now that we’ve established this important detail,” she said, “I have to make a phone call.” She stood up and headed for the living room, where she had left her purse.

Tristan swallowed slowly and took a long sip of wine. If Olivia had looked at his face before leaving the dining room, she would have seen his expression had changed. He knew nothing about her. Of course she’d have a family, friends… She surely wasn’t alone in this world, and there was someone, somewhere, whom she had to tell where she was and how long she was staying. But what if this someone was another man? Would Olivia do something like this? Tristan shook his head, trying to chase the unpleasant thought away. No, that would be cruel. She was a bit of an airhead, but she wasn’t that type of woman. He would have known. His lion would have sensed it in her.