Bearly a Memory: Pacific Northwest Bears: (Shifter Romance) (15 page)

BOOK: Bearly a Memory: Pacific Northwest Bears: (Shifter Romance)
2.32Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads
Chapter 31

B
rooke was
afraid to admit that if he pushed her at all, she’d totally cave and tell him to just bite her and get it over with. But her life and her future were too up in the air. It would be horribly selfish to take the comfort and love he was offering just to risk him losing someone he thought was the love of his life. She couldn’t imagine him seeing his supposed soulmate killed off right after they met

What Brooke didn’t understand was that Tanner was already beyond being able to turn back. There would never be anyone else but her, bonding or not.

“We can have now, Tanner. This, us together. That’s all I have for you right now,” she said honestly.

Tanner let his cock slide all the way into her. They both moaned, and he held in place as she squeezed him.

“I’ll take it,” he growled and started to move inside her. Grabbing both of her legs, he locked them around his back and reached underneath, grabbing her ass to pull her up to his thrusts.

Brooke gasped as her body stretched to accommodate him. He was long and thick, and she was so swollen from coming twice already, her body clutched at him every time he sunk into her. It was like her pussy didn’t want to let him go. Brooke couldn’t blame it. He was hitting every nerve inside her, and she had never felt so consumed by anyone.

Tanner couldn’t believe he was finally inside his mate. He was beyond happy. Even knowing her level of danger hadn’t diminished his feelings; it just made him appreciate the moment even more. He knew he could bite her and seal them together, although he wouldn’t. But he could mark her anyway, even if it was from the inside.

Knowing he had all night, Tanner slowed his rapid thrusts, bringing a hand to slide between them. He found her clit and flicked his thumb over it. He knew she was probably overstimulated, so he focused around the edges, teasing, tormenting as he continued to slowly drag in and out of her.

“You are so fucking gorgeous. Every inch of you is perfect,” he said, watching her mouth open in a gasp.

“Oh sure, I’m guessing I have more inches than you are used to,” she said with a breathy laugh.

“More inches to love, more inches to fuck, love.” He rotated his hips deep into her.

“Ohhh, that wasn’t fair,” she moaned.

“What wasn’t? This?” He rolled his hips again.

“Tanner, damn you, fuck me!” she hissed.

“How hard, baby? Tell me how much you want my cock inside you. How fast? Do you want me to pound into you?”

“Hard, fast, make me come, please,” she whimpered. She was past the point of caring if she was begging. The minute he slowed down, her need went up. Now it was in the stratosphere, and she was desperate to explode.

“You’re mine, Brooke. I know you don’t get that yet. But you are fucking mine.” Tanner swirled his thumb hard over her clit and pulled almost all the way out of her. Thrusting back in to the hilt, he set up a brutal pace.

Brooke didn’t know what to say to that, so she just kept repeating the same thing over and over. “Yes.”

Tanner could feel his orgasm building, but he wanted one more from his girl before he came.

Leaning down to her ear, he said, “You want me to fill that cunt full of cum, baby? Make you sleep with me inside you all night? You know I’ll be able to smell my cum on you, even after you shower. I’m going to be part of you. All day you’ll have me inside you, reminding you that I’ve staked my claim.”

Brooke hissed at his words, but they made her fucking hot. She did want his cum inside her. She did want him to remember every second they spent together in this bed. And she did want this man to know she wanted him just as desperately.

“Yes, Tanner, please,” she moaned.

Tanner growled in her ear causing her body to buck under him. He squeezed her clit just enough to have her screaming in his ear. Tanner let himself pound into her until his entire body locked, jetting his seed into her. Coating her, claiming her as his. Tanner tried to remember to breathe; his vision had gone dark as he kept coming.

He’d never come that hard in his life, and he was hoping it would be like this every time with his mate. He could still feel her muscles squeezing him, milking every last drop from him. Like she wanted to own every part of him too.

Finally, he felt like there was nothing left in him, and he collapsed onto her, then rolled to his side, pulling her with him. He kept his dick inside her and pulled one of her legs over his hip as he laid on his side.

“I want to sleep like this,” he said, kissing her, nipping at her lips.

“Like this? All sticky and hot?” she asked. She really didn’t care. She was in a state of euphoria, better than any painkiller she’d ever had. Her body was limp, her mind was fuzzy, and her pussy felt numb. It was not a bad state in which to find oneself.

“Exactly like this. I’ve got your sweet cum on me, and you are full of mine. If I can’t bite you, this is as close as I can get to having you in my blood,” he said, kissing her gently.

Brooke wasn’t going to argue that fact. This big strong Sheriff obviously needed this connection. Even though Brooke was still not one hundred percent sure just how that connection worked, she knew she couldn’t deny him what he needed.

“Okay, but showers in the morning,” she said on a yawn.

“I’ll scrub your back myself,” he promised. “Sleep, you’ve had a long day.”

Brooke again didn’t want to argue. She just cuddled closer and drifted off to sleep.

Tanner stayed awake, watching over his mate and trying to figure out how solve all of her problems without losing her in the process.

The next day was oddly wonderful. Brooke woke to birds chirping outside the window. Seriously…birds, chirping. Maybe her nanny would show up with a spoon full of sugar. She was still in Tanner’s arms, and from their positions, they hadn’t moved much in the night.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, giving her a hot morning kiss. Normally that was against Brooke’s rules of mouth to mouth contact before teeth brushing.

“What time is it?” she moaned.

“Time for brunch.” He chuckled.

“Brunch?” She looked over her shoulder at the sun, high in the sky. “Sorry, did you have work today?” She was trying to remember if he told her his schedule.

“Later. Right now we have time for showers and food. I’ll drop you over at Cassie’s before I head into work,” he said, nuzzling her neck.

“Stop that, I need a shower. Stat,” she said, pushing at his shoulder.

“Fine, but I get to wash all two thousand of your parts.” he said nipping her throat.

“I haven’t counted recently, but what I got, you can scrub.” She laughed.

Tanner gave up the sweet skin at her neck and rolled out of bed. Brooke wanted to wrap the sheet or blanket around herself so she wasn’t walking naked in the daylight, but the look in Tanner’s eyes told her he thought she looked just fine.

Standing up, Brooke felt a confidence that she’d never had before. This man loved the way she looked. She guessed that due to the time; his erection couldn’t be classified as morning wood – he wanted to fuck her.

“Put that away, I’m hungry,” she said, pointing at his dick.

He grinned. “You want something in your mouth, I can give it to you.”

“I was thinking more like eggs or waffles.” Although tumbling back into bed with him wasn’t a terrible idea either.

“Hmm, maybe later then,” he said, giving her a pout.

“That only works for Eddie – and by the way, you are a huge pushover. It didn’t take him much to convince you to invite me home,” she said, walking into the bathroom.

“I was trying to be the good guy and not drag you to my dungeon and have my way with you! You know, the gentlemanly thing.”

“Uh huh, sure…” she mocked.

Tanner reached out and smacked her ass, which made her squeak. “Hey, save that for later,” she told him, walking to the shower and flipping on the water.

Before she could turn around, she felt a soft kiss on the spot he’d smacked on her ass. Glancing over her shoulder, she found Sheriff Rochon on his knees, his mouth on her ass, but his eyes on her. They had a very naughty look to them.

“You kissing my ass, Sheriff?” she asked, her pussy getting damp just from his look – and perhaps from his spanking.

“Anytime, gorgeous,” he said and kissed her other cheek.

“Whew, I’m gonna need to make this shower cold,” she told him.

“Or we can keep it warm, then heat it up once we are in there,” he suggested, rising to his feet.

“I’m not going to get my waffles, am I?” she murmured, bringing her hands to his shoulders as his went to her hips. He walked her backwards into the glass enclosed shower stall.

He kissed her neck. “Lunch can be just as good.”

Brooke got a shower and an orgasm and then lunch.

Chapter 32

B
rooke stood just inside
of a garage surrounded by four-wheelers, mountain bikes, and various other sports equipment. The garage was attached to a plain looking house set deep into the woods.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” she asked Tanner for the tenth time.

“Yes, I called Cash this morning, and he was thrilled that Cassie would have some company today,” he assured her.

He wasn’t worried about her out here. You’d have to know Cash’s house was back in the woods to even find it. Nobody would come looking for her. His bear would prefer to be the one keeping an eye on her but as he lay awake thinking last night, he realized that if someone was watching the town he needed to keep up appearances. That meant taking his shifts and working her case at the same time.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to Cassie. She’s…uh, how do I say this? Different?” he said awkwardly.

“Different how?” Brooke asked worriedly. She was just settling into the fact her lover was a bear. That he wasn’t insane. Or at least not completely insane, even if he did think he was in love with her and that she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. His words this morning in the shower, not hers.

“Well, normally from the stories I’ve heard she’s funny, says what’s on her mind, takes no shit and takes sarcastic to a new art form. She had an accident at the end of last year and was hurt pretty badly. Got some scars, broke some bones. She was pretty bad off until she met Cash. She’s his mate, his One. He brought her back to life,” Tanner explained.

“So she’s not the same as she was?” Brooke asked. Did mating and bonding with a bear make you a different person? She was not down with that. Brooke Nishi was her own woman and would change for no man.

“No, she’s the same. Just throw in the confidence that comes from having a huge man love and adore you and take care of your every whim and desire, and you’ve got Cassie,” he said, chuckling.

Brooke didn’t think that sounded so scary. Until the door to the garage opened.

“Lock me up! I’m a serial killer!”

She turned towards the voice and took in the tiny woman with short, purple hair. There was a light red scar on the side of her face, but Brooke was transfixed by her hair. When she looked at the rest of the young woman, she saw she was dressed in a black sleeveless t-shirt with a band name too faded to make out. She was wearing hot pink fishnet stockings under a pair of cutoff jean shorts. In her arms was the biggest box of Sugar Crunch cereal Brooke had ever seen.

“How do you not weigh four hundred pounds?” Tanner asked, walking up to her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Bitch, I’ve got the metabolism of a cracked out gerbil,” the woman said.

Tanner turned towards Brooke, “Brooke, meet Cassie. Cassie, this is my mate Brooke.”

Cassie flung the box at Tanner and held onto the frame of the door as she took a tentative step down into the garage. Once she had her footing, she moved quickly over to Brooke and looked up at her. Cassie was short and looked to weigh about ninety pounds. She made Brooke feel like a Thanksgiving parade balloon.

“Another tall one. Seriously, you Rochon boys have to have the tall and curvy ones. Why can’t the short boyish figure girls get any lovin’?”

Brooke looked over to see Tanner smiling and shaking his head. “You lucked out, pipsqueak. Cash likes that you fit in his pocket. Easier to keep track of you,” he said.

“Hah, I’m surprised that big oaf hasn’t low-jacked me in my sleep. Do you see anything blinking red on me?” she asked Brooke.

“Uh, no?” Brooke stammered. This woman was not what she was expecting.

“Oh girl, you gotta lighten up if you are going to survive in this family. Come on, I’ve got about twelve hours of reality TV on the DVR that I’ve been wanting to watch. We are having a girl’s day!” she said, grabbing Brooke’s hand and dragging her into the house.

“Reality TV?” Brooke mouthed at Tanner.

Tanner just gave her a shrug and followed them inside. Cassie didn’t stop pulling until they reached the living room. The inside of the house was nothing like the outside. The front windows were cathedral style, ceiling high and looked out over a beautiful river running through the forest.

“So, Cash said he would be at work all day, but we all know that’s a lie. I expect him not long after lunch. My man is addicted to me. He never stays away all day. He’s like a mutant puppy, always looking for affection. It’s adorable,” Cassie said, flopping down on the couch. “Have a seat, tell me your life story.” She gestured towards the couch.

Brooke took a tentative seat. “Uh,” she started, but had no clue what she was supposed to say.

“Cassie, remember, she’s still a civilian and is having a bit of trouble coming to terms with her world changing,” Tanner said gently.

“Oh please, you shifters think you are all special and spooky supernatural. You’ve just got fucked up DNA, and you call it magic. I bet if they had tails while they were human they wouldn’t be so high and mighty,” Cassie said to Brooke.

The idea of Tanner having a tail made Brooke realize she didn’t get a good look at his bear since he was sitting on his ass.

“You have a tail!” Brooke laughed.

“No, my bear does. Cassie, don’t start putting shit in my mate’s head,” Tanner sighed.

“Ohh, I get it. You haven’t bonded yet. She’s still on the fence about you, and you’re worried I’ll push her over to the wrong side. Well, guess what, Tanner Rochon? The best thing I can do for her is not pussyfoot around the details like you all tend to do. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Cassie glared at him.

Tanner growled at her in annoyance.

“Yeah, that sooo doesn’t work on me,” she informed him. “Get lost, and don’t call every five minutes. You know no one comes out here, and Cash will be here soon anyway.”

Tanner knew his cousin wasn’t one to leave his mate alone for long. He’d figured out how to get his work done in record time at the mill so he could spend the rest of the day coddling his mate. Lucky bastard.

Leaning towards Brooke, Tanner gave her a hot kiss. He didn’t want her to forget there were some benefits to mating a shifter.

“Bye,” she said to him. She really didn’t want him to leave, but she knew the reasons were sound. She could handle one tiny purple-haired person, right?

Brooke watched Tanner walk towards the garage. He looked back and with a wink, he was gone.

BOOK: Bearly a Memory: Pacific Northwest Bears: (Shifter Romance)
2.32Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

The Rain Before it Falls by Jonathan Coe
Bringing It to the Table by Berry, Wendell
INK: Abstraction by Roccaforte, Bella
A Writer at War by Vasily Grossman
A Bolt From the Blue by Diane A. S. Stuckart
Black Gangster by Donald Goines
French for Beginners by Getaway Guides