Billion Bear (Billionaire Werebear Shifter Paranormal Romance Standalone) (2 page)

Before she could respond, he had turned and left. She
closed the door after him, and pulled off her shirt. A bath did sound good…

The door opened as she had her hands behind her back,
unfastening her bra. Peter froze in the doorway, and Andrea could feel his eyes
upon her exposed flesh. She hugged the cups of her bra to her breasts and suddenly
felt very self conscious.

After she’d gotten pregnant, her boyfriend had seemed
less attracted to her. She had felt oddly ashamed, as if it were a deformity
and not something wonderful. Now that she was free of the cheating scum, she
realized how ridiculous it was for her to feel that way. Bearing children was
one of the most beautiful things a woman could do.

Peter apologized profusely and set her bag down just
inside the room, and then he disappeared behind the closing door.

Andrea let her bra fall to the floor and finished
undressing. She dug through her suitcase, found her nicest sundress, and laid
it out on the giant bed. It was a bit wrinkled.

She found a hanger in the empty closet and hung the
dress from it, and then she carried it over to the bathroom door. She opened
the door and froze. White marble tiles led the way to the biggest Jacuzzi tub
she’d ever seen in her life. On the opposite wall, a large walk in shower area
was segregated by a chest high stone wall.

Andrea hung her dress from a hook to let the steam work
out the wrinkles, and ventured over to the tub. There were half a dozen knobs;
she tried one and a jet of water shot out across the room and splashed against
the mirror above the sink. She screamed in shock and turned the knob the other
way, but the water kept coming.

She scrambled to make it stop, and was soon interrupted
by a knock at the door.

“Andrea, are you okay in there?” Jake’s voice asked
from the other side of the door

“Uh-yeah, little problem though!” she called out. “I
turned the wrong knob...”

A laugh answered her from the bedroom.

She scrambled around, looking for something to cover
herself with but she’d left all her clothes in the bedroom. Except for the
sundress, which was now soaking wet. The water continued to spew from the tub,
so she quickly pulled it on.

Andrea opened the door, and Jake was standing there in
a trim black suit, an amused smile on his face. Then his eyes took in the sight
before him.

Her dress was white and yellow, designed to be loose
fitting and summery. Now the wet dress clung to her shapely figure, and her fair
skin showed through even the yellow fabric. Her body shivered, and her erect
nipples were clearly visible through the material. Her hair was soaked and
plastered around her face.

Jake stared at her, taking it all in. Before the moment
turned awkward, he squeezed through the doorway, brushing his body against hers
as he entered the bathroom. He moved purposefully toward the tub, the water
spraying against his chest as he moved in. He turned off the flow, and took a
few sodden steps back towards Andrea, still frozen in the doorway. His leather
shoes squished as he walked.

Their eyes met, and for a moment they looked at each other.
Then they both exploded in laughter. Andrea couldn’t remember the last time
she’d laughed this hard; she felt young again. The two of them, all dressed up
and soaking wet, this was exactly the kind of situation they’d have gotten into
back when they were kids.

Jake leaned in and kissed her. The laughter stopped.

His tongue was insistent, it slipped into her mouth and
she moaned. She hadn’t been kissed like this in ages. She returned his passion
and kissed back deeply.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body
against his, harder than before. Her nipples rubbed against his chest through
the wet fabric and she shivered in delight. He felt so solid, so real, as he
hugged her tight.

The cool air rushed between them as he broke off the
kiss and drew his body back.

Jake looked into her eyes.

“I’ve always loved you.” He said.

Andrea looked back at him, her oldest friend,
professing his love in a soaking wet three piece suit.
That’s just like him
,
she thought as a smile crept across her face. He grinned back, and a moment
later they were laughing again.

Through the laughter, they kissed, and it gradually
subsided. Soft moans and whimpers took its place as they gave in to their
passion.

Jake began exploring her body with his hands, running them
over her back and then down to her butt. He cupped her flesh and marveled at
how she could be both soft and firm. His hand slid beneath the hem of her
dress, and she moaned at the warmth of his touch.

Andrea took a step backwards, and then began to peel
the wet dress off her body. Jake watched as she pulled the material up off her
thighs, then higher, until her pussy was exposed. She hesitated, and then
continued to lift the dress up over her stomach.

She looked to his eyes as she exposed her belly,
waiting for some sign of rejection, but none came. Soon her dress was pulled up
over her breasts and they bounced free. She tossed the dress to the floor, and
looked back to Jake.

Silently, he took in every inch of her body, and seemed
to be appreciating all of it. Not once did she catch a look of distaste
clouding his expression.

Jake smiled at her adoring, and then scooped her up
into his arms. He lifted her easily, his muscled barely straining, and carried
her the short distance to the bed. He laid her down on her back and stood over
her.

Andrea shivered as he ran his hand alongside her face,
and then down her neck. His fingertips brushed over her erect nipple, and then
he gently cupped her generous breasts. Her pale flesh spilled over his pale
fingers; even his large hands were unable to hold all of one breast.

He released her breast and the flesh rippled as it came
to rest against her chest. His hand trailed its way down to her belly, and he
stroked it lovingly.

Andrea gasped as his hand moved lower and his
fingertips brushed over her mound. He stroked her gently, and her back arched
in pleasure. A single finger slid between her lips and slowly rubbed against
her clit. She moaned in response.

She felt the bed shift beside her and the finger disappeared
from between her lips. Andrea whimpered in protest, and opened her eyes.

Jake stood beside the bed, stripping off his wet suit.
The jacket was already crumpled on the floor, and Andrea watched as he slipped
off his vest. The white oxford button down clung to his muscular torso,
outlining every ripple. He removed his tie and began undoing the buttons.
Slowly, his gleaming chest appeared and hey eyes drifted down over every muscle
until the shirt joined the jacket on the floor.

Her eyes fixed on the muscles below his stomach that
formed a V; it disappeared below the waistline of his trousers and she ached to
follow it all the way down to his groin.

He stepped out of his shoes, and then undid the button
on his pants. They dropped to the floor. He bent down and smoothly removed the
pants as well as his socks. He stood back up, clad only in a pair of tight
fitting briefs that outlined the large bulge beneath them.

Jake moved to her, then grabbed her ankles and pulled
her to the foot of the bed. Her legs hung over the edge, and he knelt between
them. She draped her legs over his shoulders as she felt his warm breath upon
her moist lips.

He hesitated only a moment, as if he had considered
teasing her first but couldn’t wait, and his tongue slipped between her lips.

Andrea whimpered as his tongue found her clit and began
darting teasingly over it. Then she moaned as his lips closed over her. His
mouth was talented; his tongue felt as if it was everywhere all at once, and
occasionally his lips would brush against just the right place.

Then he began to suck
gently on her folds, pulling first one lip and then the other into his mouth,
before reaching her clitoris. Her back arched in pleasure and she couldn’t help
but scream. An orgasm washed over her but he didn’t let up.

Finally, when he hated
sated himself with her juices, he climbed to his feet. Andrea watched hungrily
as he slipped off his briefs. She gasped as his cock bobbed free; it was long,
thick, and beautiful with a well tended thatch of hair at the base. She ached
to feel it inside her.

Jake climbed onto the bed
and she eagerly wrapped her creamy thighs around him. She took his thick cock
in her hand and marveled at its girth, knowing it would soon be stretching her
to her limits. She stroked him gently, spreading the pre-cum from the engorged
tip along the shaft. He grew harder in her hand with every stroke, but he
appeared patient.

Andrea drew him closer
and gasped as his thick head brushed against her lips. She held the base of his
cock and slowly rubbed the tip between her lips. Her fluids mixed with his and
he glided easily over her soft skin. She softly moaned each time it brushed
over her clit. She smiled at the look of ecstasy on his face as he felt her
lips parting around him.

When she was ready,
Andrea slipped his cock lower and felt it pressing against her opening. Taking
his cue, Jake slowly pushed the tip inside her. She moaned as her flesh parted
around him. He drew back and slowly reinserted the tip, just a little bit
further than the first time. She opened more easily with the second stroke, and
with the third he went deeper. Her fluids coated his length and soon he was
buried to the hilt within her tight cunt. He gently rocked against her, and his
pelvis pressed against her clit. She moaned.

He was so big, he filled
her in ways she’d never known. Nerve ending she didn’t know existed were set
afire as he moved within her. She wrapped her thighs around him, holding him there
within her. Again, he began rocking against her with his cock buried within her
cunt. The pleasure built torturously slow, but he ignored her urging.

Jake sensed that she was
close and withdrew until only his engorged head remained within her, her lips
clinging to him as if to draw him back into her folds. Andrea cried out against
the overwhelming feeling of emptiness, but the cry turned into a moan as he
slid back into her.

That was all it took and
the slow boil of pleasure within her roiled over. Her body shook and her mouth
formed a silent O, as she found that she lacked the coordination to even moan.
The walls of her cunt squeezed down on her lover’s cock and he grunted as he
began to convulse inside her. A rush of warm semen filled her as Jake emptied
himself within her depths.

“I love you.” He Jake
whispered.

When their breathing
returned to normal, Jake reluctantly pulled himself from her. He hopped from
the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of water running reached Andrea,
as she lay on the bed.

“How about that bath” he
called to her.

~

As they soaked in the
tub, Andrea wrapped up in Jake’s arms, she had broken down and told him
everything. Through her tears, she explained her pregnancy and eventual
miscarriage, her job loss, and finally her cheating ex boyfriend. It felt so
good to get it all out. She felt safe in his arms and for the first time since
she lost the baby, Andrea felt hope.

When she woke the
following morning, she was alone. Andrea pulled on a robe Jake had provided for
her after their bath, and left the room. She wandered the house, finding it
empty. She began to worry about Jake, maybe he regretted last night and had run
off. He had been quiet, just holding her and listening, occasionally
interjecting that everything was going to be all right.

Then Andrea remembered
the way he had looked at her, and she knew she was just letting her irrational
fear get the better of her. Surely he was around somewhere.

Sunlight warmed her skin
as she stepped out onto the porch. There was no sign of Jake outside, but it
was such a nice morning, so Andrea decided to wait on the porch swing.