Puck Bear Brides: Complete Series (BBW Werebear Paranormal Sport Romance Boxed Set) (10 page)

“I don’t intend to, sugar,” he said, his voice a deep, languid murmur—a gift of his Southern upbringing. “Not before you cum for me again.”

He hadn’t even gotten to shucking off his jeans, though they’d been in her apartment for more than an hour now, easily. It was so hard to focus on his own damn pleasure when at first she’d clung to him like he was some sort of an anchor in a stormy sea when he kissed her neck and then her nipples while fingering her, and then of course now… well, look at her.

Gorgeous. Mesmerizing. Hot as fuck, which was some sort of an accomplishment in frigid Wyoming in the middle of January. How could he
not
want to get her off again and again, especially when it meant she’d make those loud, high-pitched squeals of hers that left him snarling like a hungry beast, wanting to distill them in him?

There was just no way. He had to see her cum again.

“Relax, sugar,” he said, almost a purr, which for a polar bear shifter was an accomplishment in itself.

“You’re not making it very easy,” April protested with a half-smile, one he met with a grin as he scooted up off of his elbow.

His fingers pumped in and out of her slower now, the rough pad of his thumb flicking over her clit in maddening, tight circles as he kissed her stomach, her generous breasts, her neck, and finally her chin, coming face-to-face with her. April’s mouth was slightly open, her pink lips plump from a violent makeout session in the cab and then on their way from the front door to the bedroom, and her eyes were hazy with lust.

If I could see her like this every day for the rest of my life, I’d be one lucky man,
he thought, the notion coming out of thin air and smacking him over the head like a mallet.

For a second, his hand froze in place and his eyes filled with surprise. Memphis Corley was no one-woman bear. Not by a long shot. A guy with a scar on almost every square inch of his body, plenty of tattoos to denote both good and bad decisions in his life, and a crooked grin that could only spell trouble, he was just not the kind of guy to think about settling down. Not with anyone. Certainly not with some girl he just met.

And yet, here he was, knuckles-deep inside of her and still not getting enough of her.

“What is it?” April sputtered, catching her lip in the most adorable way for a moment as her chest heaved heavily.

“Nothin’,” he muttered, conjuring a smirk on his lips, though claiming that he wasn’t a tiny bit rattled by that left-field thought would have been a wild and inaccurate statement.

Instead of thinking about it some more, he went in for a kiss, pulling April to him by the back of her neck and crushing his lips against hers. His tongue snaked inside of her mouth and he held her in the kiss as he plowed his thick fingers inside of her tight pussy again, every motion making a satisfying wet sound as she pooled around him.

Immediately, the small tremors that he’d so enjoyed before started up again and April caught him by the arm with one hand, holding on tight as she breathed quick and short breaths. Her body twisted both against him and away, but Memphis wouldn’t let her wander too far.

“Cum for me, sugar,” he said, capturing her lower lip for the slightest second and pressing down hard enough to make her yelp but not to hurt her more than that.

When he kissed her again, feeling the strain of his rigid cock against the front of his jeans, she finally gave him what he’d wanted to see again. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, starting to throb as her muscles tightened and her breathing turned into one, drawn-out scream that Memphis muffled with his mouth, a smile perpetually tugging at his lips.

“That’s it,” he said softly, not ceasing the way he pounded into her, but leaving his thumb to taunt her clit less now as he eased her down, letting her back fall on the covers.

He maneuvered himself next to her, propping his chin on his hand as he watched her slowly thrum down from her orgasm, her voluptuous, curvy body like honey to him—irresistible. Without thinking much of it, he dipped his head to slink the tip of his tongue around her ear, slipping it along the delicate skin behind it and being rewarded with a fluttery gasp in return.

“That tickles!” she said, half in protest and half in encouragement, or that was at least how Memphis chose to hear it.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers from her, though he pressed them against her swollen lips and let them graze along the softness of her belly and then up between her breasts before bringing them to his mouth. He cleaned them off like she was the best thing he’d tasted in a long time—and truth be told, she was—all the while aware that she was staring up at him with a mixture of surprise and good old-fashioned lust.

“So you’re ticklish. I’ll keep that in mind,” he said with a chuckle, letting his hand rest on her stomach now, his big palm flat over it.

She was no small woman, with lush thighs and an ass that he could hold onto, and he would have been lying if he said that it wasn’t the first thing that drew him to her. But he’d stayed past the first drink because she was a combination of sweet and sassy and seemed completely oblivious to all the moves that usually worked in his favor. She’d barely even given him a look when he dropped his name, something that usually was followed by fawning gasps and women hooking themselves to him like he was the new coming of no-cal ice cream.

Memphis Corley, one of the best shutdown defensemen in all of the National Shifter Hockey League, had never been shy about using his considerable name recognition in his favor, and with this girl he’d been glad to find that it barely impressed her at all. A bear could only deal with so many puck bunnies before getting his full of them, after all.

The only thing she’d mentioned after they’d briefly discussed why he was in Cheyenne—which was for training camp—was that her roommate was a big Chicago Bluehawks fan and apparently had a little crush on him. Memphis had stated that he would prefer April to have the crush, but you couldn’t win them all. She’d grinned. He’d patted himself on the back for a good comeback.

“Keep it in mind for what?” she asked, quirking a brow at him.

“For later, obviously.”

“Later? I don’t think my body could take a
later
,” she admitted with a smile that just about swept him off his feet.

Good thing he was lying down.

“Oh, I can make you want later,” he said, stealing a kiss from her lips.

The whimper she let out as she kissed him back made his fingers curl against her tighter, pulling her to him. It was late as hell, and he was supposed to be back in the hotel sleeping so he’d be ready to climb on the bus the next morning and start the hellishly long trip back to Shifter Grove, Idaho, but as far as Memphis was concerned, April was worth
at least
one sleepless night.

Frankly, he was pretty sure that if he didn’t get to fuck her really soon, he might just lose what bit of sanity that hadn’t been pounded out of him by choosing professional hockey as a career path.

Things were just getting interesting, with his palm cupping her heavy breast and his thigh shoved between her legs, April writhing beneath him as they made out, when a sudden crash somewhere in the apartment made April scramble out from underneath him.

“Shit,” she whispered, practically throwing herself out of the bed as she dove for a bathrobe. “You’ve got to get out of here, now!”

April tossed him his shirt as she rushed to the door leading into her small bedroom, hitting the lock just as a hand fell on the handle.

“April? What’s going on?” a slightly muddled female voice called, knocking on the door. “Let me in! I have vodka and gossip!”

“Why? What’s going on? Jealous girlfriend?” Memphis questioned with a frown, peeling himself off her bed more than a little bit reluctantly as he pulled on his shirt.

They’d never gotten through undressing at the front door so his boots and jacket had made it to the bedroom as well.

“No, just… it’s the roommate I was telling you about,” April said, her cheeks lit with a blush that had to be equal parts mortification and the aftermath of his talented fingers. “She’ll kill me if she finds out I had you here. Just… you need to go. We have a pact... no men in the apartment and… ugh.”

April pulled a hand through her hair and Memphis shoved his feet into the boots, adjusting his cock in his pants and cringing through the process. He shrugged on his jacket while the mysterious roommate pounded on the door again, her voice getting whiny now.

“Apriiiil!”

“In a minute, Nicky!” April called back, flustered.

Memphis caught her in his arms and pulled her close for a moment, kissing her on the mouth as if he had all the time in the world. He was pretty sure he could scare the living hell out of any fangirl with one well-placed growl, but he wasn’t the kind of guy to go against a woman’s wishes. Even though every fiber in his body wanted to toss April back on the bed and fuck her so hard she’d forget all about any lost sense of morality she might have had.

“I wanna see you again,” he said, keeping his voice as quiet as he could.

“You’re leaving tomorrow though, right?” April asked, though he caught the hint of a smile that crossed her expression when he said it.

“I am. But we have games all over the place. I’ll send you tickets,” he said with a grin, squeezing her for a moment before letting her go. No way was he done with her yet, which was another surprising change to his usual modus operandi. “Now, how am I supposed to get out of here?”

“Window. Fire escape,” April said, her sense of urgency returning as she ran past the bed and opened the window up as wide as it would go, motioning toward a rickety fire escape ladder outside.

Memphis looked at the ladder dubiously, glancing from her to the window, before shrugging his shoulders slightly and squeezing through it and into the chill of the winter night.

“You’re gonna show up, right? You wouldn’t leave a guy out in the cold, Miss April, now would you?” he asked, waggling his brows at her.

“Just get out of here,” she laughed, but she leaned out of the window for a second to plant a kiss on his lips before slamming the window shut and scooting to the door again.

Memphis shook his head with a sigh, beginning his descent from the third floor, with his dick still hard and his mind revolving very pointedly around the pretty little thing he’d had in his arms a minute ago. And how she wasn’t there anymore and how that bothered him like nothing else could.

You must be getting old, Memphis,
he mused wryly as he dropped down the last ten or so rungs on the ladder, the snow squelching under his boots.

But that didn’t make him want to see her again any less.

CHAPTER TWO

April

“April! What is this bullshit that I’m reading?” Sally Tarley called from across the hall, rousing April from her seat like a bullet to the brain.

She’d just been daydreaming of a very long, very
detailed
scene involving her favorite polar bear hockey player, who hadn’t stopped popping up in her thoughts every chance he got lately.

“Oh, someone’s in trouble,” Nicky commented with a sly grin, which looked a little bit
too
eager to see April get reamed by her boss.

“Coming, Sally!” April shot back, grabbing her pocketbook from the desk and running into Sally’s office.

“Close the door, April,” Sally said with a sigh that verged on exasperated, throwing her a look that was all vinegar.

April complied with a frown, closing the door that was usually kept open and sinking into a chair across from Sally with a very pronounced feeling of dread. Tarley Events was one of the biggest event-organizing and marketing firms in all of Cheyenne, specializing in lavish affairs that usually ended with at least some B- or C-lister drinking too much champagne and making an ass out of themselves in front of clamoring paparazzi.

As much as April would have wanted to claim that to not be the fault of the company, she knew that Sally Tarley didn’t shy away from anything to get a good buzz going for her events. More than once, April had found herself doing things she didn’t quite find palatable because of it. It didn’t help much that her heart wasn’t entirely in it when it came to her current employment, but that didn’t make Sally’s foul moods any easier to bear.

“What’s wrong?” April asked, flipping open her notebook and finding a page that wasn’t filled with scribbles of that one novel she dreamed of writing but by the looks of things would never get to.

“I was going over the marketing drafts you made for the next St Paddy’s Day Ball and I have to say, this shit is
atrocious
! Please stop thinking that you’re some writing savant here. I don’t need a thousand words on why someone should go to the event, I need taglines! Catchy! Punchy! In your face! Not this… whatever this is,” Sally said, holding up April’s carefully organized proposals in a misshapen heap in her hand.

“Noted, I’ll cut the bullshit,” April said with a quick nod, feeling her stomach twist.

She’d worked hard on that proposal. Not only hard, but she thought that finally they could use something other than slimy taglines and promises of mountains of booze and boobs, which seemed to be the common theme for all events coordinated by Tarley Events. Okay, so maybe she had gotten a
little
carried away with describing the options for the campaign leading up to it, but was that such a bad thing?

Apparently it was.

“This just brings me to my next point. I’m sure you know this is our low season. Past Christmas and New Year’s, nothing happens until the weddings start rolling up in the summer. We’re scraping at the bottom of the barrel here and frankly, I don’t have enough work to go around.”

Oh no,
April thought, her hazel eyes growing wide with worry.
If I lose this job I’ll be so screwed!

“Sally, I’m sorry for the mistake. It won’t happen again! You know me, I’ve been working for you for three years now!” April began, her fingers clutching the pages of her notebook.