The Bear's Desire (Paranormal BBW Werebear Shifter Erotica) (4 page)

Part 2,
Perfect
Soldier: Colt & Cat

Cat’s
Perspective

He knew what I wanted, what I'd wanted all week
long, that cathartic release that would wash the stress of school and my job
away. Granted the stress of preparing for exams was over, but I still hadn't
received my final grades. I know I shouldn't have been worried about it, especially
since there was nothing I could do now, but I wouldn't be completely relaxed
until the grades were officially in the books.
As he drove, I put my hand on Colt's leg, easing it up slowly toward his
crotch. He looked straight ahead, as if he didn't even notice. Then I began
massaging, my hand between his legs, rubbing gently, feeling that big cock
starting to get hard. Could I make it all the way home? Now that I'd initiated
things, I felt my desire growing exponentially by the second. How could I hold
out that long?
I continued rubbing, then unbuckled my seat belt, moving my head down toward
his crotch. Colt shifted the seatback, knowing what I had in mind, anticipating
it even more than I was. I unzipped his jeans. He got up slightly, allowing me
to shimmy them off of his hips so I could pull out that monster cock, already
halfway hard. My mouth would get it the rest of the way there.

Part 3,
Perfect
Soldier: Long Goodbye

Colt’s
Perspective

The hot water splashed against my body, waking me
completely from the last of my clinging sleepiness. I stood there thinking as
the water washed over my face. I still hadn't told Cat about the money from
Vegas. I don't know what it was, but for some reason I had a feeling it would
complicate things. I guess I'd just keep it to myself for now and wait for the
right time to bring it up.
Then I heard the shower curtain rustle and felt Cat slip in behind me. I smiled
to myself. I loved mornings like this.
I felt her press up against me, touching me gently, her hands reaching around
the front of me to play with my cock. I smiled to myself as the water continued
to rain down. Maybe it's a little embarrassing, but I was already starting to
get hard, anticipating her touch, turned on by her friskiness and the
unsuspected nature of this morning encounter.
She kept stroking my cock, making it harder and bigger with every subtle
motion. I felt myself throbbing, my pulse getting stronger and more rapid. My
body needed this. I needed this. And I could tell that Cat needed it, too. How
many of our days had started like this? More than a few, but usually in bed
instead of the shower.
In our hearts we knew that our time together was short-lived, marked by my
eventual need to go back overseas and serve on another tour of duty. We never
spoke about that possibility, as if not talking about it made it somehow
unreal. But it was in the back of our minds, and it impacted us on mornings
like this where we were determined to live each moment to the fullest.

Part
4,
Perfect Soldier: Away At War

Cat’s
Perspective

The flight was about ten hours long; I’d be arriving
in the middle of the night and was already pretty tired when the plane finally
touched down. But as soon as I walked off the plane and through the terminal, I
saw Colt waiting for me on the other side of security.

I dropped my bags impulsively and ran towards him,
jumping up into his arms. He caught me and wrapped himself around me, squeezing
me in so tight. I pulled my head off of his shoulder and kissed him.

How many minutes had been building up to
this moment?
Too many, way too many. I parted his
lips and gently flitted my tongue, then kissed him deeply as our tongues
swirled in their own private dance. It was bliss just tasting him again, our
wetness mingling in each other’s mouths, forging that essential physical
connection. And those arms around me felt even bigger, stronger, and more
secure than before.

Colt put me down as our kiss broke and then went to
pick up the bags I’d dropped. Then he took me by the hand and we walked down to
baggage claim together. I couldn’t help but lean into his shoulder as we
walked, closing my eyes occasionally and just breathing deeply in satisfaction.

Finding Her Soldier

I looked through the remaining pictures until I came
to the last one, him and a bunch of his buddies at the beach. He was wearing a
straw cowboy hat, shirt off, with a cold Budweiser bottle in his hand.

I felt myself getting hot.
Damn, look at those
abs
, I thought.
And those pecs, such definition
. His arms were big and
muscular, definitely something I could envision myself wrapped in on a dark and
stormy night.

Why didn’t guys like this send me messages on here?
I mulled this over as I clicked back to the first page of his profile. Then
this caught my eye:

         
You should message me if:

You’re a strong woman
who can handle a military man like me. My life is challenging, but challenging
is what I’m all about. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I have one of the
toughest jobs in the world, and I love it. I’m damn proud of that fact. I need
a woman who can be tough, too. I want a woman who isn’t just attractive, but
confident, smart, and kind. My job, by nature, requires me to leave for
extended time periods, so any woman I’m with has to understand that. I’m a very
loyal and faithful person. I expect the same of any woman who seeks to be my
partner.

Wow, I thought. That was actually a thoughtful
response. Most profiles I read had something along the lines of “You should
message me if you want to hang out and grab a drink sometime.” They all seemed
so childish, focused on the short-term and fleeting. But not this man, he was a
real man, after all. He seemed to really know what he wanted out of life.

But did I dare message him?