Bear of Interest (9 page)

“Are you trying to tell me you want to get out of this thing?” asked Cole.

“Oh yeah, because I think you’re going to do nice things when I do.”

She leaned forward so he could unclasp its back and soon he’d taken it from her body and let it fall onto the floor beside the couch.

Cole hadn’t expected her nipples to be so big and a gorgeous dusty pink color. He wanted to work his way up to squeezing them, but as always, his bear’s inquisitiveness got the better of him. He placed his thumb and middle finger around her right one and played with it, pulling on it, tugging it, until she groaned and put her hand down on his crotch and squeezed.

“Feel how hard I am for you, Sammy?”

He hoped she liked the new name he had for her.

“This is all for me and only for me?” she asked him.

“It’s all yours,” he said, pulling her nipple harder while leaning over and kissing her. This was a different sort of smooch. This one was the mouth open, tongue inside the other’s mouth that led to only one thing. Mind blowing, ‘I’m going to fuck your brains out’ sex.

“Oh god, it’s been so long since I’ve done this and I’m going to seem like I’m desperate and eager and you’re going to think bad things of me,” she said.

His favorite kind of partner and he wasn’t one to judge.

“Get me out of my panties because they’re soaked and uncomfortable.”

“With pleasure.”

Both their hands went to the zipper on her pants, tugging it downward with such force it nearly broke. Sam lifted her butt, allowing him to drag them down her legs. He threw them onto the chair on the other side of the coffee table and turned his attention to her undies that matched the bra.

Cole saw her dark curls sticking out from the spots where the lace was the thinnest. He pulled the panties down her legs, getting a preview of her pussy. He lifted his nose in the air; her scent was sweeter than a female shifter’s. He liked it. He parted her legs, spreading her labia and took in more of the scent and also view. The sweetest opening he’d ever seen. All wet with a drop of her juices sliding out of her. He swiped it with his finger and then pushed that finger inside her.

“I’m tight and tense but I know you can loosen me up,” she said, sitting up and resting on her elbows as if she wanted to watch him play with her.

He’d play with her all right. He’d take her over the edge. He tickled her pussy walls, making her jump, and her legs quiver.

Cole began to finger fuck her, hearing her groan and feeling her cream slip over his hand.

“Oh, I often have trouble coming. I should warn you that I don’t always…”

He felt her pussy walls squeeze his finger and then she cried out.

“What were you about to say?” he asked her.

“That I never come fast.”

“Wait till I get inside you Sammy. You’re going to come all night.”

Chapter Seven

How could she possibly keep her hands off this gorgeous man? She’d found lots of ways to keep her self-control which had even slipped over into her sex life. When she’d had sex, she’d come on her terms, and when she’d wanted to, but Cole had just taken all that free will away from her.

His fingers were magic, his words utter seduction.

“Bedroom?” he asked, swooping her up like she weighed just an ounce.

“It’s that way,” she said, pointing to the left.

She clung to him while taking in his scent. Sort of musky with a hint of very sexy aftershave. She almost licked his face, but stopped herself.

He placed her down on the bed. She was naked on her own bed with this hunk of a man now standing over her. He took off his shirt and threw it on the chair. The muscles in both his chest and arms stood out like he worked out every minute of the day. He looked like a body builder rather than a doctor. Well, he jogged, she knew that. Maybe that was how he kept in such good shape. He took a condom out of his pants pocket and set it on the bed. Cole lowered his pants and kicked them off, removed his socks, and then wow, what a show; as he took off his boxers, she was pretty sure her mouth fell open. That was quite a dick. Her pussy pulled and tugged just thinking about it inside her.

He tore open the package and slid out the condom. The rubber strained over the side of his shaft and it made a farting noise that made them both laugh. She didn’t think she’d ever been able to laugh with a guy like this before. And definitely not pre-sex.

The bed went down on one side as he climbed on to it. He grabbed her by the ankles and tugged her down toward him. Cole roughly pushed her legs wide apart, staring between her them before spreading her labia with his finger and thumb. She knew cream was dripping from her like never before.

“Hold tight,” he said. He pushed the head of his dick into her entrance. It was almost like she was a virgin again, so tense and tight, and then with one sexy shove of his hips, he was all the way inside.

Cole raised her arms above her head and held them as he began a steady thrust with them looking into one another’s eyes. He kissed her and then stopped. She kissed him, and then they bit at one another’s lips as he moved faster inside her.

Guys usually came quickly inside her which meant she hadn’t really ever enjoyed a toe curling orgasm. Sex was something she did in hopes to get a thrill out of it, but rarely did. Tonight, she felt a stirring that usually took a long time to happen. She tried to bring her legs up, but Cole was big and heavy.

“You want to feel the climax of your life?” he asked her.

She nodded. He stopped moving. The bastard, was he teasing her or what?

But then his cock was moving inside her. No, it couldn’t be. She had to be dreaming. This was all a dream, the date, the earlier orgasm, the most hunky guy inside her.

No, it was real. She could feel his dick beating rapidly in her pussy. Thrilling her, taking her close to something she’d never…

Sam pinched his arms. He was real, and oh my god, she’d just had the sort of orgasm she thought only women in romance novels or movies experienced. Everything in her room was a blur and it was spinning as it happened again.
 

How thin were the walls in these townhouses? Were her neighbors home? Had she woken them? She almost asked him to stop but she liked it too damn much?

Sam felt like she was falling, down into a sexual bliss as the sensation in her pussy was one long fantastic joy ride. If she could see herself now she knew she’d have a far-away look in her eyes. She might never stop smiling.

“Fuck me,” she said.

“That’s what I’m doing, Sammy.”

He began thrusting again, holding her tight and moving his hips at a speed that just wasn’t normal but she wasn’t complaining.

“I’m coming…”

She was about to say again, but the orgasm made her lose her speech for just a second. She was crying too, crying out with joy and wanting it to go on and on, and then he began panting and groaning like a wild animal and whoosh, she felt him come even through the rubber he was wearing.

They breathed together, both covered in sweat and evidence of sexual arousal, a strong odor that she’d never smelled post sex ever before. It was almost like a pheromone that made her want to be fucked again.

He pulled out of her and rolled off of her body and down onto his back. She wanted to roll on her side to look at him, but she couldn’t move. Her pussy was still rejoicing.

“What did you say about not coming or not coming fast?” he asked.

“I’m lost for words. How do you do that thing with your dick?”

“Cock slapping.”

“Cock slapping. Yeah, I think that describes it perfectly.”

“It’s a secret that runs in my family.”

“Um, that sounds interesting.”

“I hate to fuck and run, but I have to actually go for a run,” said Cole.

“What right now?”

“Yeah, I’m on duty tomorrow and it helps me unwind.”

“Okay.”

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “You want to go look at some art exhibits for our next date?”

“Sure, I’d love it.”

“Oh, and let me take some of your paintings to show Brady Walsh.”

“You don’t trust me to do it?”

“I don’t trust him.”

Cole leaned over and kissed her. “I can see myself out.”

“Great because my pussy needs to just lie here and recover.”

He laughed, tapped her on the nose and then got off the bed. He took his clothes and headed out of the room.

Sam or Sammy as she now wanted to be known stared up at the ceiling. Letting your guard down was just downright fun.

****

Cole picked up speed. Running as a bear had always been fun, but running after you’d just had the fuck of your life, well, that was pure paradise. The wind blew through his fur, inching its way downward, making his pelt tingle, making him hot and horny all over again.

He stopped and found a tree on which to rub himself against. He stood up on his hind legs, went high up on its trunk and rubbed himself back and forth, back and forth. Real bears would probably get a scent and just think that he was one of their competitors who’d come by this way. But to a fellow bear shifter, the smell he was leaving told them, that Cole had just had knock your socks off sex. They’d probably detect that it was a human he’d been with and not one of their own. Now he could see why so many shifters were making humans their partners. The females were very submissive in the bedroom. No orders being barked at you as you fucked them. No waiting for their mating cycle to roll around before they were truly in the mood to get horizontal. And when they came, humans let you know it, which gave this bear a huge ego boost.

Cole rubbed himself a few more times against the trunk, knowing he was leaving a hell of a lot of fur. He didn’t care, he was on a sex high and he was almost tempted to go back to Sammy’s place and fuck her again.

****

Sam was daydreaming again. If this kept up they’d be definitely firing her. She had some new information into the murder of Margo. The autopsy had shown she was three months pregnant. Was the father the man she’d been seen with? Maybe he was married and didn’t want the scandal of a mistress with a baby, perhaps?

She made some notes and took a sip of her coffee before getting back to them. She glanced out of the window again, unable to concentrate on anything besides Cole. She’d never felt this way about a guy before. She was totally smitten. He’d taken four of her paintings with him and phoned to tell her he was taking them to Brady Walsh today.

She’d certainly welcome some fame, and maybe fortune would follow too. Wouldn’t that be something if a hobby suggested by the therapist, something to heal her wounds, turned into a money machine for her?

****

Cole had purchased an artist’s portfolio from Cougar Crafts to carry Sammy’s paintings safely to Brady’s office. He also thought it gave them a more professional look, and hence, would cost more to purchase. Cole knew Brady would be impressed at his business acumen.
Yeah, right!

He headed into Walsh Enterprises, half just a tad annoyed that his nemesis had built this empire from the ground up, half-impressed at what the pain in the ass had actually achieved.

The receptionist looked up and him and smiled. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Walsh, tell him his old friend Cole MacDonald would like to see him.”

Old friend; that should give the old fart a laugh
. Well, that was if said fart had a sense of humor, which Cole knew he didn’t.

“I’ll see if he’s available,” she said. “Can I get you some coffee or tea?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

She pressed a button on her headset. “Mr. Walsh, your old friend Cole MacDonald is in reception. Do you have time to see him?”

Cole bit his lip, trying to suppress his laugh when he heard Brady mumbling something back.

The receptionist blushed and looked Cole’s way. “Yes sir. I’ll let him know.”

Cole half expected her to tell him Brady was way too busy, or even to go fuck himself, hence the receptionist’s blush, but he was wrong.

“He said to go straight up to his office. You know where it’s at?”

Cole shook his head. “Take the elevator to the top floor when you get out, turn left and Mr. Walsh’s office will be straight ahead.”

“Thank you.”

Cole headed for the elevator, nodded to a few people as he passed them on his way inside. He pressed for the eighth floor and held onto the portfolio. Quite the surprise that Brady had agreed to see him. Maybe marriage had really changed him.

The bell tinged, the doors opened, and Cole stepped out and turned to his left. Ahead of him was a set of huge double oak doors with a plaque saying Brady A. Walsh, CEO. Cole knew the A stood for Allen, but in school Cole had told everyone it was asshole.

Cole knocked on the door.

“Come in,” shouted Brady.

He was talking on the phone and signaled for Cole to take a seat. He spotted a swivel chair in front of his desk. Maybe Cole should check that he’d not wired it up to give him an electric shock or
 
placed a whoopee cushion under it.

Cole sat anyway, glad his ass hadn’t been fried. Cole saw three photos sitting on Brady’s desk: one of Jenna, one of him and Jenna’s wedding in Vegas—the real lavish one was going to be held once the baby had been born—and the last one of the cute Sophie, who was his Spirit Child.

Cole moved around on the chair, thinking a whoopee cushion would have been sort of funny. He hadn’t realized he’d been smiling until Brady got off the phone and commented on it.

“I gather by the grin on your face you’re up to something,” he said.

“Me, no, I come here bearing you the opportunity to purchase some of the best artwork for your condos and townhouses.”

Cole placed the portfolio on his desk, almost knocking over Brady’s coffee mug with the words
father to be
written across it. Brady caught it just in time.

“Don’t tell me you’ve taken up painting?” asked Brady. “If those are anything like the garbage you created in art class at school, there’s only one place I’d hang them and that’s inside my toilet.”