Her Grizzly Outlaw (3 page)

Lucas started chuckling and shook
his head. “You’re safe with me.” He grabbed her hand before she could even
protest, and they walked into the thick woods that surrounded the Steel Corner
Lake. They passed several couples in several different states of making out or
getting it on, but then Lucas topped right in front of his truck that was
parked by the lake.

“How’d you get your truck here?
Why not park by the others ones close to the party?”

He looked over at her like she
was insane. “And let one of those assholes puke on it or accidently slam into
it because they’re too drunk?” He shook his head and grinned.
“Nah, so much better out here, besides, I was out here for about an
hour before I headed up to where the party was.”
He looked over at the
lake.

The party could be seen on the other
side of the body of water, and moving all the way down to about a quarter of a
mile from where they stood. Despite the fact they could hear the music, it was
still isolated, and she felt alone right here with Lucas. He moved over to his
truck, pulled the tailgate open, and then hopped up on it. He had a blanket
laid out on the spot next to him and patted it.

“Come
on,
Tar, come sit next to me and talk.”

She moved toward him, hauled her
too big ass up on the tailgate, and for several minutes they sat there in
silence and stared at the water. He handed her another beer from the small
cooler on the bed of the truck.

“Thanks.” They sat in silence for
several more long moments, but it was comfortable, familiar, and felt good.
Tarren
tipped the bottle back, and the alcohol slid down
her throat smoothly. It wasn’t the cheap ass beer Brandon had given her, but
expensive, rich and dark.

“You think about what you want to
do now?” Lucas asked.

“No, not
really.
I’m
being lazy.”

He chuckled.
“Me,
too.”

She watched as the moon made the
water glow and sparkle, but felt his gaze on her. When she turned to look at
him it was to see Lucas staring at her.

The way he looked at her was not
the way a guy looked at his friend, or the way he had ever looked at her while
growing up.

He looked at her as if he wanted
her in that moment, and her arousal for him went to the point of breaking her.
But he looked at the lake again without making a move, and she swallowed past
the roughness in her throat. She looked down at his crotch, saw that he was
most definitely hard, and breathed out softly.
Tarren
shouldn’t have reached out to grip his bicep right then, but she did. She
wasn’t drunk, knew that this was what she wanted,
had
wanted. She was going to just take it and hope Lucas didn’t
think she was crazy.

He
looked at her, and
Tarren
felt his bear rise up. She
didn’t stop herself from leaning forward, slanting her lips on his, and
breathing the same air as he did. She tasted the alcohol on his tongue, and her
heart jumped behind her ribs. They kissed for several seconds before she pulled
back just long enough to look at his face. There hadn’t been any tongue in
involved in the semi-soft kiss, but it was passionate and had her blood
pressure rising. And then the sound of Lucas tossing his bottle to the ground
filled her ears.

He
speared his hand in her hair, gripped the strands in a hard hold, and pulled
her forward. Lucas had his mouth on hers seconds later, stroked her lips with
his tongue, and grunted in response.

He continued to kiss her, licked
at her lips, sucked on her tongue, and had her becoming so damn wet that her
panties were soaked clean through. She gripped his broad shoulders, curled her
nails into his flesh, and pulled him closer. A moan left
her,
just spilled past her lips as he took control of the kiss. She knew that she
might regret this in the morning, or hell, even right afterwards, but she
didn’t care right now.

Her
nipples were hard, stabbed through the layers of her clothing, and rubbed
painfully against the material. He groaned against her mouth, and cupped both
sides of her face, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss and own her
completely. That was how
Tarren
felt: completely
owned by Lucas. They breathed the same air, moaned at the same time, and then she
found herself on his lap, straddling his hips, and grinding herself on his
erection. God, he was huge, but then again he was a grizzly bear shifter, and
the son of one of the biggest males she knew.

“I
should stop this, but right now I want you too fucking badly,
Tarren
,” he said against her mouth, and then started
kissing the side of her face, and moved down to her neck. He ran his teeth over
her pulse point, which was beating fast beneath her ear.

“No,
don’t stop.”

He
groaned against her neck, and she let her head fall back as he slid his hands
onto her shoulders. He grabbed her breasts, massaging the mounds, and she swore
she felt his cock jerk beneath her. She held onto his shoulders tighter.
Tarren
felt high from the feeling of his hands on her, of his
mouth and tongue seducing her, and of his breathing matching her own.

He
bit the side of her throat, and a gasp of pleasure and pain left her. Her clit
throbbed with every beat of her heart and her pussy was so wet she couldn’t
stand it any longer.

“I
need you,
Tarren
,” he said on a grunt. This might be
the very best, or the very worst, thing she had ever done, but she couldn’t
stop this even if she wanted to.

“I
am so wet for you, Lucas.”

He
stopped sucking and licking at her neck, and then leaned back and stared at her
face. “Are you sure,
Tarren
?” His voice was hoarse,
scratchy kind of, but deep and turned her on so damn much.

Tarren
wasn’t about to tell him that
she wanted this because she had loved him for years. She just nodded, licked
her lips, and waited for him to make the next move. There were blankets strewn
across the back of the truck, and although she wasn’t a virgin, she also didn’t
care that her first time with Lucas would be right here and right now.

She
looked down, moved back an inch so she could see the impressive bulge between
his legs, and felt her lips part slightly at the sight of it.

He
gripped her ass, gave it a hard squeeze, and she moaned out, wanting more. She
needed
more.

An
animalistic sound left him, and there was no doubt that Lucas was all bear
right now.

The
sound that came from him was so raw, so low, that she felt the vibrations right
down to her clit.
Tarren
grew even wetter, swollen
and ready for him.

He
took her mouth in a brutal kiss that had their lips pressing together and their
teeth clashing. And before she knew what was happening she was on her back with
Lucas’s big body over hers.

They
were alone and had this arousal moving back and forth at an astounding rate. He
wedged his knee between her thighs, pushed them open, and settled between them.
Her skirt rode up, and she had never felt more thankful that she had worn such
an easy access outfit than she did right now.

He
fully lowered his body to hers, pressed his erection against her pussy, and
ground himself over and over again. Over and over, he thrust against her,
pumped his hips like he was really fucking her.
Tarren
knew she could have gotten off like this alone if he kept it up.

“I
can’t stop now,
Tarren
,” he said against the base of
her throat.

“Then
don’t.”

He
closed his eyes and for several seconds stayed that way. But when he opened
them and looked at her, she saw his bear flash across his face.

His
chest rose and fell, as if he were trying to control himself. God, she had seen
him shift into his bear before, had even seen him try to control himself when
an altercation took place at school. But right now it was completely different.
Lucas was primal, intense, and growling like a wild animal.

“I
need to be gentle,
Tarren
.” He looked down at her
lips, and she felt his nails turn into claws and prick at her waist.

“I
don’t want gentle, Lucas.”

“
Tarren
—”

She
cut him off with a kiss. With one hand holding the back of his neck, she moved
her other between their bodies and pushed her skirt all the way up to her waist.
Her panties consisted of a thong, but those could be torn away, or pushed aside
depending on how wild this little scenario got. He broke the kiss, moved back
on his haunches, and went to work undoing his jeans. Her heart thundered
against her ribs, and her throat felt so tight.

He
moved a hand under her ass once he had his jeans unbuttoned and the zipper
pushed down. She lifted her bottom up, and then he took his other hand and tore
her panties right from her body. A shocked, aroused gasp left her. He pushed
his jeans down past his hips, grabbed his cock, and started stroking himself
from root to tip as he stared at the area between her thighs.

His
dick was thick and long … huge. The tip was round and wider than his shaft, and
his balls were big. Lucas still had his shirt on, but she wanted that gone,
too. She grabbed the bottom, pushed it up his chest, and then Lucas was
grabbing the back of it, pulling it up and over his head. He tossed it aside,
took hold of her shirt, but before he could tear the material, she was rising
up and into a sitting position to take it off. Her bra was the next to go, and
then there she was, laid bare and naked for him and stared at this colossal
male right in front of her.

His
chest was hard and defined, and showing her what exercise and sports could do
to a body. He was also a bear shifter, and because of his animal genetics he
was honed and crafted to male perfection.

He
grabbed his wallet and took a condom out. Watching him roll that latex on his
dick should not have been as arousing as it was, and if she could have gotten
wetter she would have. As it was she was soaked, and the product of her desire
for him was smeared across her inner thighs. He moved back between her legs,
braced his forearm beside her head, and looked into her face. For several
seconds all he did was stare at her, both of them breathing heavily, and the
arousal bouncing between them with so much force she couldn’t breathe.

Lucas
placed his hand on her pussy, rubbed his fingers along her slicked folds, and
she moaned out and arched her neck. “Goddammit, you’re so fucking wet,
Tarren
.”

She
licked her lips and nodded.

“You’re
so ready for me.”

“Lucas.”
Tarren
whispered his name.

For
several seconds all he did was move his fingers up and down her slit. And then
he touched her clit and her back bowed on its own, a moan left her, and she
almost came.

“Fuck,
Tarren
, you’re ready to explode, aren’t you?” He
lowered his head and started licking her pulse point at the base of her throat.
Over and over she felt his roughened tongue tease and torment her, and she even
felt the slight prick of his canines scrape along her flesh. They were
elongated, and that meant his bear was right at the surface. It must be taking
him a monstrous amount of strength to keep the beast back. That had her hotter,
more aroused, and ready to be fucked by him.

When
she was about to scream for him to shove his cock inside of her he removed his
hand from between her legs, brought his fingers to his mouth, and licked them
clean while she watched him. She felt her eyes widen at the eroticism of the
act, and her breathing stalled. Just fucking stopped.

When
he kissed her and speared his tongue between her lips, she tasted herself on
him. It was a flavor that was slightly musky, a little bitter from his beer,
and had this minty tinge from the gum he had been chewing earlier.

And
then Lucas placed the tip of his dick at the entrance of her pussy. A gasp left
her at the feel of him pushing that huge and thick length into her. He was
stretching her to the point that the pain and pleasure mingled as one, and this
intense sensation of being claimed encompassed her until she felt like she
would suffocate.

“You
feel so fucking
good
,
Tarren
.”
His eyes were closed, his breathing still haggard, and Lucas continued to shove
all those thick inches into her. Sweat beaded along his forehead, and these low
grunts were so arousing that she lifted her ass, trying to take more of him.
Lucas placed a hand on her hip, hard enough that it was uncomfortable and that
his nails dug into her flesh, but it still felt so damn good. Her inner muscles
clenched
on their own,
and a moan left her.

“You
can’t do that,
Tarren
, or I’ll come before I am fully
inside of you.”

She
reached up and grabbed a chunk of his hair, pulled him down to her mouth, and
kissed him to make sure he knew that she wanted this more than anything else.
He groaned against her lips, and in one hard, quick thrust, buried himself
fully inside of her.
Tarren
felt his balls slap
against her ass, heard the deep grunt he made, and then she sighed.
Tarren
wrapped her legs around his hips, and he slid in
even further, which seemed impossible.