Her Grizzly Outlaw (4 page)

His
expression morphed into one of ecstasy, and she knew he was just as gone as she
was. Maybe
Tarren
should have stopped this before it
got this far, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted this so badly, and couldn’t
stop herself from being selfish and taking it.

“God,
Tarren
. It’s so fucking good.” He tilted his head
back, his neck muscles straining for a second, and she swore she could have
come from the sight alone.

“Kiss
me, Lucas.” She could feel the ridges of his six-pack, and when she lifted her
hands and ran the pads over the hardness, her internal muscles clenched around
his girth.

He
closed his eyes and groaned, and then started moving in and out of her fast and
hard. His hands were right by her head, and she heard his nails scraping on the
metal of the truck bed. With each thrust he seemed to go deeper into her,
claiming her more fully.
Tarren
wasn’t fool enough to
thinking this wasn’t just a one-time thing, because she knew that alcohol had
probably played a part in bringing both of their inhibitions down tonight. He
had never showed her any interest before, so instead of worrying about it she
closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of Lucas finally being with her.

“Being
inside of you feels so fucking good,
Tarren
,” he
groaned out, lowered his head, and stared at her with his piercing eyes. His
bear was right at the surface. She smelled the wild animal, felt the heat coming
from its body, and heard the roughness in its voice.

And
then he covered her body with his and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
The ecstasy started to take control, and she grew more vocal from her pleasure.

“That’s
it, scream it the fuck out,” he grunted against her neck. “No one can hear us,
and even if they could who the hell cares.” He didn’t state it like a question.

He
kissed her in long, drugging sweeps of his tongue along hers. Lucas started
pounding into her frantically now. The truck rocked slightly back and forth,
his claws were digging further into the metal, and the scraping sound filled
her head. This tightness started at the base of her spine, moved through her
entire body, and finally exploded within her.

Lucas
groaned against her mouth, and maybe she should have been embarrassed that
there was this wet, sucking sound as her pussy milked his cock. She didn’t care
though, because it felt so good. God, it felt so good.

“
Christ
, you feel so wet, so fucking
tight...”

Every
time he thrust into her deep and hard, this explosion of pleasure kept filling
her. She had gotten off, but it was like she was never going to come down from
this high.

Every time he pumped into her the
root of his cock rubbed her clit, sending her higher toward yet another orgasm.
Tarren
closed her eyes, squeezed his biceps with her nails, and cried out.

“I’m
so close,
Tarren
, so fucking close.”

She
gasped out as his words and the friction had her coming once more. A mewl left
her when he slammed into her especially hard. She tilted her head back, arched
her neck, and moaned as her orgasm moved through her so powerfully she felt
lightheaded. Lucas made this rough noise, and he grabbed one of her breasts,
molded his fingers around the flesh, and grunted in pleasure.

“Fuck.
I’m going to come.” Lucas growled out, became more frantic in his thrusting,
and then pumped into her twice before stilling. His big body was so tense above
her, and his muscles constricted and relaxed repeatedly as he came.

She
swore she could feel his cock get bigger inside of her. When he sagged on top
of her, and her pleasure waned, they didn’t speak. Their breathing was harsh,
her body sweaty, and her pussy contracted around his cock.

And
then Lucas pulled out with a groan and lay beside her. For several moments they
didn’t speak, and their breathing returned to normal.
Tarren
turned and faced him, not knowing what to say, or if she should say anything at
all. When he faced her, too, they stared at each other, and then he surprised
her by cupping her cheek and kissing her. It wasn’t all tongue and sloppiness,
but thorough. He pulled away, sat up, and started adjusting himself. Once he
was dressed and his cock wasn’t hanging out, she sat up and started getting
dressed, too. No point lying there nude and watching his hard body contract and
release with power as he put his clothes on.

He
got off the tailgate, fixed his clothing, and grabbed a beer. While she was
putting her skirt and shirt on he stared at where the party was going full
blast. She moved off the edge, but he was right there helping her down. They
didn’t speak, and this weirdness filled the space between them.

“Damn,
now it’s all fucking weird.” he said and looked at her.

“Yeah,
but I don’t regret it,”
Tarren
said, meaning it. She
smiled, and when he gave her a cocky half grin, placed his arm over her
shoulder, and pulled her in close, she knew he was about to say something
equally arrogant. “Yeah you don’t, because I rocked your fucking world.” Lucas
turned his head and stared at her, the teasing glint in his eyes having her
chuckle in response.

“I
think it was the other way around.” she replied, and nudged him in the stomach.

“Yeah,
you did,” he said, but then the silence stretched out again. “But seriously, I
think it’s safe to say that I don’t want any awkwardness coming between us.” He
let go of her shoulder and drank the rest of his beer. “I want to say I had too
much to drink.”

Damn,
well that was like him slamming a rusty nail right in her gut. So, she had
known things might get weird, well, would definitely get awkward afterwards,
but this just sucked. He turned and faced her fully.

“But
that would be a lie, because I knew what I was doing, and who I was doing it
with.” He set the empty can of beer on the end of the tailgate, and breathed
out. “But yeah, this is weird as fuck now.”

Self-respect
had her trying to occupy herself, keep herself busy, and so she rubbed her
hands on her skirt. “How about we just brush this one off as having a good
time?” It felt wrong saying that, but for the sake of not having things be
forever weird between them, she’d rather make it seem like she didn’t care.

He
didn’t respond right away, just stared at her, as if he were thinking really
damn hard about what was going on right now. And then he did speak.
“If that’s what you want,
Tarren
.”

She
swallowed, not wanting to say it was, because it was the complete opposite.

He
grabbed two beers, handed on to her, and then turned and leaned against the
truck, staring at the lake again. Nothing else was said about what they had
done, and it was like it had never happened, although
Tarren
felt like that rusty nail was still jabbed right in her stomach.

Chapter Two

The next night: The graduation party

The garage was packed with not
only the kids of The Grizzlies, but also their friends from school, and even
more were gradually trickling in. It looked like this party wasn’t dying down
anytime soon. But the majority of the people that kept coming in this late were
friends of
Nico
, Lucas, and Odin. Dakota and a few of
the guys that could actually drink legally were off to the side looking at one
of the bikes, and
Tarren
could see the pride in
Dakota’s face as he told his friends the breakdown of each part.

She went over to the keg, got a
cup filled for herself and Alexis, and walked over to her friend. “Here.”
Tarren
shoved a beer at Alexis, and some of the amber
liquid splashed over the rim.

“I think I am good on the alcohol
department.”

 
“Are you drunk?”
Tarren
asked and then took a big sip from the red plastic cup she held.

“No, but I got a good buzz going
on.”

Tarren
shook her head and felt her hair
move along her chin. Maybe she shouldn’t have gotten her hair cut in a bobbed
way? She picked up a strand of the dark locks, eyed it for a minute, and
sighed. Why was she suddenly questioning everything in her life, even something
as simple as her haircut? “This is our graduation party. If you’re not drunk
then you’re not having a good time.”

Alexis rolled her eyes, but
smiled at her. “I don’t want to get so wasted that when I crash for the night
my parents can smell the booze on me and see the vomit in my hair.”

Tarren
didn’t respond right away, just
drank several more swallows from her cup. She thought about if her dad found
her passed out because she was totally wasted. Yes, he would be pissed, but
strangely enough for as protective as he was he was also very forgiving of the
things she had done. Like when she had been caught making out in the driveway
of her parents’ house with Steven Harris. He wasn’t a shifter, but she knew he
had a big dick by the rumors in school, and the evidence she had felt when he
had pulled her onto his lap in the driver’s side seat. But when her dad had
come bursting out of the front door in nothing but his grey sweatpants and his
expression looking like he wanted to rip Steven’s limbs from their sockets, she
had seen the fierce papa bear he was once again. He might have been pissed, but
then she had been in the house and felt embarrassment that her dad had seen her
in that compromising situation. But he hadn’t yelled, hadn’t grounded her, just
pulled her in for a bear hug and told her that she needed to be careful of the
fuckers out there.

Tarren
pulled her attention back from
her little slut experience, or lack thereof, and smiled at Alexis. “Girl, if my
dad knew how drunk I really was he’d take away my car and make sure I never
left the house again.”

“
Tarren
,
Dallas is like a puppy compared to what my dad would do if he knew about all
the alcohol I’m drinking.”

Tarren
shrugged, but then nodded. Yeah,
Brick was one mean grizzly, especially when it came to protecting his little
girl. “Alexis, do you honestly think our folks don’t know we have beer out
here?”

“I’m sure they do, but—”

Tarren
held her hand up, stopping her.
“They are watching, making sure we are okay and don’t go anywhere, and would
put a stop to it if it got out of hand.”

Alexis nodded and took a sip from
her cup.

“How about we not talk about our
parents and just enjoy the fact we are free from high school?”
Tarren
grinned and finished off her beer. “How are you and
Nico
doing?”
Tarren
arched a
brow. “You do the deed yet?” Although it so wasn’t
Tarren’s
business,
and she really had no desire for the dirty
details, she was curious if Alexis and
Nico
had
finally gotten it on. It had been long enough that the two had been together,
probably heavy petting the shit out of each other.

Alexis nearly choked on her beer,
and
Tarren
chuckled. Alexis wiped her mouth, her eyes
starting to water, and then she started coughing.

“I guess that’s a no?”

Alexis shook her head. “No.”

“You’ve been together for like …
two years. How much dry humping can you possibly do with him?”
Tarren
took a drink, masking her smile as she gave Alexis a
hard time. “You need to get drunk and stop being the most sober one here.”
Tarren
grinned fully now. “Not only did
we
just graduate, but you turned eighteen not too long ago.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Alexis
looked around and took a sip of her beer, but right when
Tarren
saw her pulling it away she pushed it back at Alexis’s face. She sputtered,
some of the beer trailing down her chin again, and she lightly smacked
Tarren
on the shoulder. “What the hell?” Alexis started
laughing, but her cheeks turned red from clear embarrassment. Alexis scanned
the crowd again, and
Tarren
knew she was looking for
Nico
.

Tarren
followed Alexis’s gaze, and saw
Nico
and Lucas over by Odin and a few of the other guys.
The sight of Lucas smiling, of him just standing there in a plain black t-shirt
and loose fitting distressed jeans, had her heart racing. And then some skank
that was brought by one of the girls they went to school with moved up and
started acting way too friendly with Lucas. But what surprised her and made
Tarren
feel a spark of pleasure, was when Lucas pushed her
off right away, and then looked right at her.

God, she hated when the sluts
came out of the woodwork when they saw a big, strong, and muscled grizzly bear
shifter with a reputation for holding his own and beating the shit out of
anyone that crossed him.