First Bear: BBW Shapeshifter BWWM Werebear Paranormal Romance (Wild Alpha Shifters Book 1) (4 page)

She laughed. “Fine, OK. Get off the ground,” she said, pulling him up.

Brandon rose.

“So what’s with the bag?” Jada asked with a smile.

Jada pointed at the tan backpack hanging from Brandon’s shoulder.

“Got to keep my shoes somewhere,” he said.

“Of course,” Jada replied. “Heaven forbid you put them on your feet.”

“I like the feel of the mud between my toes,” he said.

Jada couldn’t help but laugh. “Brandon Heller. Businessman. Player. Nature child.”

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

Jada smiled. “I appreciate your walking me back, Brandon. I really do.”

“Since we’re going this way, you want take the Rock Springs Trail?”

The Rock Springs Trail. Just the thought of it sent a quiet jolt of excitement through her. The trail wasn’t far down the road from them, and in addition to being a shortcut to town, it was Wild Summit’s very own lovers’ lane. In high school, the trail was the place to bring your sweetheart. Jada hadn’t had a boyfriend in high school so she hadn’t gone there, and though she’d had plenty of boyfriends since, she hadn’t brought them there, either. It was just too personal, too…
romantic
.
But right now,
she thought,
right now, in the spirit of letting bygones be bygones, might be the perfect time to visit it.

“Why not?” Jada said.

Brandon smiled. Then he interlaced his fingers with hers and they continued off the road and through the pines. Jada’s heart skipped a beat as Brandon squeezed her hand. Was she really going to do this?
Yes,
she thought.
Life is too short to hold grudges
. It was beautiful in the forest, the early spring sunshine casting its dappled light through the pine trees. She felt the years of resentment slowly lift. She felt like she was a teenager again. Excited. Free.

“You know, there’s a hot spring just up here,” Brandon said.

“So I’ve heard.”

Brandon smiled at her. “Too bad we didn’t remember our suits.”

Jada stared into his cerulean blue eyes. What the hell. She was tired of living safely. Why not go with it? “Are you sure we need them?” she asked.

“I’m good if you are,” Brandon said, swinging her hand in his. Jada could feel the arousal burning within her core, heat rising to the surface. She fought the feeling back down.
Take it easy, Jada. No use getting ahead of yourself
. They walked a little farther until they reached the edge of the bubbling spring.

“Shall we?” Brandon said.

“Shall we what?”

“Swim?”

“If that’s what you want,” Jada said.

“Oh, Jada. I want a lot more than that. I want your eyes and your brains and your beautiful lips. I want your hips and your breasts and your curves. I want your heart.”

Jada felt a thrill of excitement from deep within. “And what else do you want?” she asked. Her flesh flushed as he turned her toward a rough pine, leaning her back against the tree trunk, his body on hers.

“Everything, ” Brandon said.

Jada felt Brandon’s hardness pressing between her thighs. “Everything?” she said.

“Everything and more.”

Brandon looked her deep in the eyes, and in that moment, his lips met hers.

Chapter Three

Jada surrendered herself to the moment. She couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Brandon. The Brandon from her youth. The Brandon from her dreams. And here he was, with her, now. Jada’s mouth opened, ready for him, and their tongues touched.

The feeling was electric. Probing. Exquisite.

She felt his strong hands caress the skin under her blouse. They moved up, cupping her flesh, all the time his tongue probing harder, deeper.

She found herself wiggling her hips under his powerful body. The hard bar of his manhood made her feel delirious as it pressed between her legs. Then, he pulled his lips from hers.

“Dip?”

“Ready when you are,” Jada managed to croak out.

Brandon yanked his shirt over his shoulders. His muscled chest glistened in the soft sunlight, shadows falling across his rock-hard abs. Then he turned from her and removed his pants, reaching behind him and pulling Jada near. She didn’t bother taking off her skirt, she didn’t bother doing anything except kicking off her platform heels and following him into the hot pool.

The water was warm, sensual to the touch, and Brandon sat her on the rocky ledge, her legs dangling into the spring. Jada felt the pleasure of the hot water on her skin, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of Brandon’s hands on her thighs. Brandon stepped farther back into the natural hot pool and submerged himself. Then he emerged from the spring like an Adonis. Water fell from his broad shoulders as he ran his fingers through his longish hair, slicking it back. He stepped forward, the water level not far above his waist, and Jada could just see the rock solid outline of his length towering between his legs. She didn’t care if this day was thirteen years coming. Hell, she didn’t care if it was all a dream—as long as she didn’t wake up.

“Jada.”

He took his strong hands and set them down on her willing thighs, first the left and then the right. Then he opened her legs towards him. Jada willingly obliged. She wanted to open everything for him. She inched forward as he moved toward her. She could feel that her crease was hot and glistening. What she didn’t know was how much longer she could bear to wait for him.

Brandon stood between her thighs, his hard member just inches from her throbbing sex. He moved his hands up her waist and under her blouse. Her nipples tightened at his touch. When his hands reached her breasts, he lifted her arms, removing her silk, scoop-necked blouse. Jada couldn’t wait. She removed her bra herself. She was breathing shallowly now. Waiting. Brandon’s lips kissed her left breast, licking around the aureola slowly. Then Jada felt an electric jolt as he took her whole nipple into his mouth, tugging on it, sucking it tenderly.

Brandon covered her in a flurry of butterfly kisses before moving his lips to her other nipple, tugging it, teasing it. He sucked on it, harder and harder, and Jada felt a wave of arousal warming her core.

“You taste like sweet honey,” Brandon said. He kissed lower, between her breasts, down to her tummy, and lower still. “I’ve wanted to do this since forever.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“We were young.”

“We still are.”

“Lie back, Jada.”

Jada lay back on her hands and Brandon sank his face between her legs. Her crease was so wet it was gleaming. She could feel its dampness all over her soaked panties. Brandon slid his strong hands up her thighs. Electric sparks shot out from her center. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs. She bent one knee, then the other as the panties slid off her feet. She was naked now. Exposed. Exposed to his perfect blue eyes, his high cheekbones, his chiseled jaw. Exposed to his magical tongue.

Brandon parted her legs wider still and eased his hands underneath her. Jada wiggled farther forward, coiled arousal radiating from her core. It felt like he dropped his whole face into her pussy at once, the roughness of his stubble stimulating every nerve in her body. He licked her once with his tongue all the way along the length of her crease, and then he parted her glistening folds even wider with his fingers and thrust his tongue deep inside her wet sex.

Waves of pleasure welled within her as he licked up toward her nubbin. Then he licked down her crease again and back up. She got ready for him to take the well-traveled route one more time with his tongue, but instead he took her sweet nubbin between his lips. Jada felt herself shudder. He sucked on it like it was a berry until it got bigger and harder, teasing it with his teeth.

“Oh, Brandon, yes!”

Brandon drew a slow circle around her clit with his tongue. Jada couldn’t bear it. She groaned. Whimpered.

“Oh, Brandon. Take me.”

Her blood boiled as he teased her engorged womanhood.

“Fuck me with your face. Make me come.”

Any more of that and she wouldn’t be able to take it. Any more of that and the waves of pleasure welling up within her would explode outward. Brandon seemed to know as much, because he dipped two fingers deep inside her. He thrust them into her, then out, then in again, harder and faster. Jada felt her legs begin to shimmer. The world around her seemed to be moving in and out of focus. Her hand moved to Brandon’s head. She ran her fingers through his dark hair, pushing his face farther into her slick folds. Pushing his tongue harder against her clit.

Her other hand went for her own nipple, squeezing it, twisting it. Brandon kept probing her with his tongue and his fingers at the same time. The friction was overwhelming.

“You like that, baby?” he growled.

“Yes, keep doing it. Yes.”

His fingers moved faster. She couldn’t help but imagine him plunging into her with his giant shaft. Would she even be able to stand it? The vibration growing within her caused her to shake. Tension coiled out from inside of her all the way to her pussy. She knew he was bringing her to the precipice. The moment was more than sex. It was everything. His fingers were magical. Jada curled her back and lifted her cheeks off the rock, locking his head between her thighs.

“Make me come, Brandon,” Jada whimpered.

He jammed his fingers inside of her and placed his lips around her pearl, sucking the whole thing back like he was going to consume her, eat her raw. It was too much for Jada. The dam broke. The tension that had coiled within her broke loose like a raging tsunami. A wave of pleasure crashed through her.

“Yes!” she screamed loud enough for the whole forest to hear. “Yes, Brandon!”

In that moment of release, Jada saw stars. She felt pleasure she could barely imagine was real as the orgasm ripped through her. But Brandon kept sucking on her swollen clit and wouldn’t let go. He kept filling her with his fingers, harder and deeper. Her whole body quaked. Her knees shook and her legs fell limp. The orgasm went on and on, until as it finally, slowly subsided, she lay there exhausted, breathing deeply. Brandon looked up from between her legs, his face glistening with her juices.

“I’ll do anything for you, Jada. Anything.”

“Can you do that again?” she asked with a smile.

“I think that might have to wait,” he said.

“Why? Are you going to make me beg for it?”

Brandon flicked his chin and Jada glanced over her shoulder to see two hikers approaching down the path. Jada reached for her blouse.

“They’ll be plenty of time for what you have in mind,” Brandon said. “You and I are going to be together always.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Jada said.

“No,” Brandon said, “I’ve only ever said that to you, love.”

“Love?” Jada asked.

“Yes,” he kissed her deeply. “Love.”

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They walked back to town and Brandon brought Jada to the police station to give her statement. After that he saw her safely to her apartment and kissed her goodnight. The truth was, Brandon would have like nothing better than to spend the night with her, but after the two of them being together in the forest, he was worried that he’d come on too fast, too soon. He didn’t want to rush it with Jada. He didn’t want her to think that she was a plaything to him. That’s why he’d decided to slow it down. Because Brandon felt in the depths of his being that Jada was his mate. Not a one-night stand, not a diversion, but his mate, forever. Because bears mated for all time and whatever he did, he wasn’t about to screw it up.

Bears weren’t like other shifters. Wolves and others had extensive social structures, packs. Bears, though they sometimes gathered in clans, were more solitary. And when it was time for a bear to mate, a return to their place of birth was essential. Brandon well understood that, like a salmon swimming upstream, he had been drawn back to the place of his birth to find his mate. The problem was that Jada didn’t understand any of this.

Jada may have been born in Wild Summit, but it was unlikely that she knew of the existence of bear shifters. She wouldn’t know that it was very difficult to harm them and she wouldn’t know that once they chose a mate they mated for life. Of course, there were other things that Jada wouldn’t know as well. Before choosing a mate, bear shifters tended to be promiscuous. They sowed a lot of wild oats, and as a result, there was bear blood in the general population. Women and men who were perfectly normal in every other way often had traces of bear within them, and even though they couldn’t shift, the other shifters would sense it was there. It was that residual bear blood that drew shifters like a magnet.

So even though Brandon knew that Jada was the one, he also knew that he would have to play his cards very carefully. There was too much he needed to tell her, too much he needed to explain, and some of it, he thought, could be frightening. Looking ahead, he knew he needed to proceed cautiously. So despite the fact that he ached to be inside of her, even though there was nothing he wanted more than to make her his, he didn’t go inside her apartment. Instead he went back to his ancestral home, greeted his father warmly, and did his best to sleep through the night.

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Jada wasn’t sure what Brandon was thinking. He had pretty much professed his love to her back at the hot spring. And the time they’d had together had been a little slice of heaven on earth. But then to leave her outside her apartment door with a peck on the cheek? She didn’t get it. After their fiery encounter in the forest, Brandon had brought her to the police station, where she had given her statement about the incident.
 

It turned out it wasn’t the first time Croyston had made unwelcome advances toward women. He’d been reported before. The women had always backed down, though, because nobody had the balls to testify against him in open court. Jada vowed to change that and she told the police as much. She wasn’t about to let that guy manhandle any other women. She would testify against him. She would see that he got his just punishment.

Jada understood that Brandon might think she was fragile after what had happened. She got that he slowed it down when the hikers approached on the trail. That made sense. No reason to get hauled in for indecent exposure. But why not stay once he’d brought her to her apartment? She had invited him for tea.
For tea.
How obvious could you get? She had pressed her thighs together even as she had said the words.