Bearly a Memory: Pacific Northwest Bears: (Shifter Romance) (14 page)

T
anner was wide awake
a number of hours later when he heard the handle on his door turn. He could smell his mate, had even heard when she’d opened her own door. He’d assumed she was using the bathroom, but never heard the other door close. She must have been standing outside his door for a few moments.

The door creaked open, and Tanner held his breath.

“Sheriff?” Brooke called out quietly.

“You need something, Brooke?” He stayed where he was, laying in his sweatpants on top of the covers; his arm tucked behind his head. He’d been staring at the ceiling berating himself the past few hours.

“I can’t sleep. Am I bothering you?” she asked, tiptoeing closer to the bed.

Tanner could see she was in a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass and a tank top. Her heavy breasts stretched the fabric, and he could see them sway as she walked. His dick instantly stood at attention.

“I’m not sleeping,” he replied. He wasn’t sure what she wanted, and he wasn’t going to presume. He could only hope.

“I keep closing my eyes and seeing those men. It plays on a loop in my mind,” she said, her voice cracking in fear.

Tanner sat up and opened his arms to her. She took off at a run and hit the bed, crawling into his embrace.

Wrapping her up tight against him, he leaned back against the headboard. “Shhh, I’m here.”

Brooke circled his waist with her arms and dug her head into his chest. She was shivering, trying to shake off the images that were burned into her brain.

“I’m sorry. I’m so confused. I’m mad at you for some reason. Mad at who you are, but I still need you. You are the only one that can make me feel better,” she admitted.

“You have a right to be mad. I handled that poorly. It was too much to tell you and too soon, with everything you have going on in your life. I’m just in a damn hurry to have you, and I got selfish. I’m sorry, Brooke. There was probably a much more delicate way of showing you my bear,” he confessed.

“I don’t really think there was a gentler way of doing it. I wasn’t going to believe you unless you showed me. I think it was just the cherry on top of my rather crappy sundae,” she said.

Tanner thought about that. Two people having a number of pretty bad days. Their capacity for shock was pretty low at the moment, for both of them.

“I get that. I just fucking love you so much that I wanted to show you that I can protect you. Not only because I’m a sheriff, but the fact I have a big bear to watch over you, too,” he said.

“Are your family members all bears? The ones you were having keep an eye on me?” she asked, just realizing the level of the secret he’d shared with her.

“Yes, except for the humans that have married into the family. I would only trust another bear to watch out for you,” he swore.

“Dr. Eddie?!”

“Yup, his bear is a prissy polar bear. Can you imagine? Those are rare in our clan. Shows in his coloring though, I guess,” Tanner said thoughtfully.

“My doctor, the polar bear. Sounds like a fucked up foreign film,” Brooke said with a snort.

Tanner gave her a squeeze. He liked that she wasn’t shaking anymore.

“You want to stay with me tonight? No funny business?” he offered. He wasn’t sleeping anyway. Laying there with his cock hard all night was just the torture he deserved for being a dickhead.

“Well no, not if there isn’t going to be any funny business. What’s the point?” she said. Brooke had decided long before she tried to sleep that denying what she was feeling for her Sheriff was not in her best interests. She liked him, a lot. He said he loved her. He was big, strong, and looked at her like he couldn’t believe she was real. That certainly did something for a girl’s ego.

She also was perpetually horny around him. She kept remembering the giant bear, but her slutty mind would jump back to before the bear when she was staring at his junk. She’d wanted to masturbate with that mental image, but she didn’t know how easily sound traveled in his house. She’d die of embarrassment if he knew she was diddling herself in the guest room.

“Brooke, I can wait, I’m serious. I’m not some horny teenager. You just had a number of traumatic events in your life. And if I heard of a jerk taking advantage of you in your state – well hell, I’d probably lock him up for his own good.”

“Well, that is very noble of you, but I was talking about my turn at funny business,” she said. Brooke started to inch her way down his body, keeping her eyes on his.

Tanner didn’t need to be a detective to see where this was going. He reached for her shoulders to stop her and was shocked when she turned her head and nipped his hand.

“Back off, Tanner,” she said with a tiny growl that amused the shit out of him.

“How about we just cuddle?” he offered.

That stopped Brooke short. She glared up at him. “Did you just offer to fucking cuddle?”

The indignant tone in her voice had him mentally cringing. He sounded like a pussy. He was usually a dominant in bed, but his mate was turning him into a prude.

“I’m trying to do the right thing. Believe me that I want nothing more than to have your sassy mouth sucking down my cock. Actually that’s not true, I’d rather be licking your pussy and making you scream my name,” he said, his eyes glowing yellow.

“Hmm, now that sounds much more intriguing. You sound like you like talking in bed. Are you a
lay back and take it
kind of guy or a bossy ass in bed?” she asked. Brooke was trailing a finger over the waistband of his pants now that she’d slid low enough to be face to face with her goal. She leaned over and nipped his abs with her teeth and delighted as they flexed in away from her.

“You don’t want to know how bossy I can get in bed, love. I’ve literally got an animal inside me that knows nothing but how to dominate. He wants me to flip you over, slap your ass, sink my cock as deep as it can go into you, then bite you as I ride you till I come. I’m not passive in bed; I can assure you.” His voice took on a rumble that she felt in her clit.

“Oh, that sounds too good. I think that is just what the doctor ordered to make me feel better. As long as I get to taste first. You said I could,” she reminded him

Tanner was still trying to stay no. The voice in his head trying to do the right thing was getting smaller and smaller as his lust for his mate hazed his vision. His bear was reminding him that she came to them. She started talking about sucking him off. He even offered to fucking cuddle. No one could say he was driving this. But he was about to take control and after that he wasn’t sure if he could handle the outcome.

He stared long and hard at her. She was still tickling a line across his lower abdomen with her fingertip. Her mouth inches away from his fabric covered cock. He was only a man after all, how much was he supposed to take?

Making a choice that he really hoped he wouldn’t regret later, Tanner pushed his fingers into her hair and grabbed a handful. Not hard, just firmly. “Suck my cock, but don’t make me come. I’m going to do that in your pussy,” he growled.

Brooke squeezed her legs together, pinching her clit to give herself a little relief. His words had all of her nerve endings sparking. She usually was the one in charge in bed. Not that she wanted to be, just that she tended to date men who found her a little intimidating. Having a man take over was hitting all her buttons just right.

Scooping her hand into his pants, she pulled them down until his dick was exposed. It was just as fantastic as she remembered. Running her fingertips up the underside as it laid against his stomach, she watched his stomach clench again.

“Sensitive?” she asked coyly.

“Don’t tease, Brooke,” he growled.

“Ha! Oh, I’m so going to tease you. You can boss me all you want; doesn’t mean I’ll always listen,” she warned before leaning over and dragging her tongue up the length of his cock.

She heard him hiss in a breath, and his hand tightened on her head. Bringing her own hand up to his cock, she circled the head, wetting him and sucking just the tip into her mouth. She heard and felt a rumble roll over him – she was on the right track. Looking up to see him watching her, she positioned herself over him and sunk her mouth as far down his length as she could.

He was big and thick, and she was only able to take him halfway. She brought her hand up to squeeze the base of him as she set up a slow, torturous rhythm.

“Oh, fuck me – baby, that is so good,” he moaned. Tanner felt like a teenager getting his first BJ. It was taking all of his control not to come in her sweet hot mouth. If this was just her mouth, he’d never last in her pussy. She was perfect. Her hands and her mouth set a pace that was exactly perfect. Just enough, but not so much he’d come like a kid looking at a lingerie catalog.

Brooke moaned around him. He was so tasty, so soft and hard; she loved hearing him moan for her. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to have him long, so she made good use of her time. Grazing her teeth over the tip of him, she almost laughed at his hiss. She knew she didn’t hurt him because he bucked his cock deeper into her mouth.

Knowing her time was almost up, she slid her tongue into the tip of his cock, pressing open the slit on the end. The thrust of Tanner’s hips almost knocked her off of him.

“Enough,” he growled, rolling her onto her back.

“Come on, Sheriff. I barely got started.” She pouted up at him, her eyes gleaming with the knowledge she’d brought him right to the edge.

“You can suck me again after I fuck you,” he said, reaching for the hem of her tank top. He pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.

“Dirty,” she moaned. Brooke took in his eyes as he stared at her breasts. They were big and full, and she loved sticking them in low cut tops when she went out. It was the only time she wasn’t dressed professionally, and yes she totally did it for the attention. It was nice to have your assets recognized and appreciated sometimes.

“Hmm, brown, just like I thought. Beautiful.” He stared at her nipples. They were hard peaks, and his mouth watered looking at them. Bringing his hands up so he could cup both of them, he gave them a massage, rolling them in his palms.

Brooke couldn’t think of anything witty to say; she was too busy trying to not arch her back to grind his hands into her harder. She liked to have her breasts touched. She liked it even better when they were sucked.

“Tanner,” she gasped.

She looked up to see a wicked, wolfish grin on his face. She could see the yellow tinge getting brighter in his eyes. There was something twisted about knowing the bear was seeing her too. It was oddly hot.

Keeping his eyes on hers, just like she’d done to him, he leaned over and closed his mouth over one hard nipple.

T
his time
, Brooke couldn’t keep her back on the bed. She arched upward, trying to get closer to Tanner. He covered her nipple, sucking hard. She felt a gush of arousal soak her panties and heard Tanner moan. She realized that he could probably smell her with his extra abilities.

She couldn’t keep her eyes open as Tanner switched between her breasts, sucking and kissing both in turn. She rolled her hips under him, looking for any kind of friction to ease the ache building inside her. Tanner was taking his time, though. She had never had anyone spend so much time just ramping her up. It was frustratingly fantastic.

Tanner finally moved down from her breasts to kiss over her ribs, nibbling at the ridges there. He spread his hands over her rounded belly and bit the flesh near her belly button.

“Oh, you are in so much trouble,” she moaned. She was going to have to get him back for this; she just wasn’t sure how.

“I’m not the one in trouble, Brooke.” He took the band of her shorts in his mouth and pulled it up, letting it snap back against her stomach.

She tried glaring at him, but doubted her expression relayed what she was really feeling. She was afraid to look away from him. He was so close to where she wanted his mouth. She knew it and – damn him – he knew it.

Tanner was in a sexual fog like he’d never experienced before. Every touch of his mate, every taste, and lick was like the first time. Everything in his past was already faded to gray as he got to have his mate for the first time. She was sweet and sexy, and she responded to his touch like she was made for him. She was. He wanted to bring her to pleasure over and over again, making her crave him like an addict.

Grabbing the sides of her shorts, he pulled them down her legs, taking her pink panties with them. He flung the clothes away and starting at her ankles he ran his hands up her legs, over her knees to her plump thick thighs. He wanted to bite and squeeze them, suck hickeys on them, marking her as his.

Reaching the insides of her thighs, he gave a gentle push, and Brooke opened for him. He stared down at her glistening pussy.
His
pussy now. His to taste, to tease, to fuck. He’d never been possessive about a body part until now.

He was staring at her. Brooke felt a twist in her stomach and wondered if he didn’t like what he was seeing. A little taste of self-doubt started to creep in but before it could take root, he wiped all of it away.

She saw him look away from the throbbing place between her legs to her eyes. “This is mine, Brooke. My pussy. No one will ever have this but me,” he growled. “Mine,” he repeated, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the room.

Well hell, she thought. He wanted to take ownership of her pussy, he could have it. Signed, sealed and delivered.

“Can I borrow it from time to time?” she teased him, her breath coming in pants.

“Only if I’m there to watch.” Tanner bent towards her and took in her sweet aroma before running his tongue up the length of her, lapping up her juices. He paused like he was savoring the finest of wines. As his eyes opened with a glow, Brook watched a feral grin take over his face.

“Mine,” he growled again, then proceeded to kiss and suck her to a screaming orgasm.

Brooke had never come as hard as she did with Tanner’s mouth over her, sucking on her clit. He kept rumbling against her sensitive flesh like her favorite vibrator. The sensations rocketed through her when he held her hips down, and she screamed his name. The shocks rode over her and left her panting on the bed.

Thinking he was going to move up her body, she was surprised to feel first one then another finger slide into her swollen sheath.

“Tanner?” she asked, surprised.

“Again.” He started working his fingers into her then licking her sensitive clit again. It was a painful pleasure that Brooke didn’t know if she loved or hated.

“I can’t,” she moaned. Her body wasn’t catching up to his pace. She wanted to lay there and enjoy the aftermath of her orgasm.

“Yes, you can. I want another, Brooke,” he said and curled his fingers inside her. Brooke almost came off the bed, the pressure inside her was overwhelming.

“Ohhh, damn you,” she moaned.

She couldn’t see it, but she knew the bastard was smiling. Brooke could feel another orgasm building and knew this one was going to be hard and fast. “Tanner,” she called out, warning him. That just seemed to encourage him.

Tanner flattened his tongue over her clit and rumbled hard, feeling her pussy clamp down on his fingers and start to pulse. He wanted her to be limp and satiated. Maybe then he could convince her to love him.

“Give me another one, Brooke. Come hard for me, baby,” he ordered. He felt her hands grasp his head as her thighs locked around him, and she came, shuddering and moaning.

Tanner wanted to stay between her thighs feasting for the rest of the night, but he also knew he had to feel her from the inside, know everything there was about Brooke Nishi.

Giving her sweet softness one last kiss, he moved his lips up her panting, shivering body. He got to her mouth and kissed her deep, offering her a taste of her own release.

Brooke was entranced. That was the only word for it. Her world had shrunk down to the handsome man between her legs who had just rocked her world. Twice.

“You are trouble, Tanner Rochon,” she murmured into his mouth.

“Maybe, but the good kind.” He reached down to hook one of her legs around his waist. “I’m about to be the best kind.”

“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she mocked. She had a feeling this man was not telling her any lies. He was going to be the best kind of trouble for her. Her pussy was making decisions for her now that had nothing to with logic or reason. It was just being a greedy snatch.

“I don’t make promises I can’t deliver, love,” he said. Tanner fit the tip of his cock against her opening, using all of his strength to hold back from plunging into her.

“Say yes,” he said. Waiting, his muscles locked.

“Yes to what?” She wanted him inside her so badly she was willing to perform some crazy acrobatics to get him on his back so she could sink onto him.

“Yes to me,” he said, slipping in a fraction of an inch.

That fraction had Brooke moaning. “I don’t know how long I have to give to you. I won’t do that to you,” she said. This was not the time to be discussing life decisions, but she realized this was who he was, what he needed.

“You don’t have to promise me forever right now, just swear that you aren’t going to run from me. That you will give us a chance, however that turns out,” he said, kissing her mouth. It was a soft kiss – asking, not taking.