Vega Brothers: Hannibal: BBW Paranormal Romance Pretend Engagement (The Bear Shifters of Vega Ranch Book 4) (8 page)

“I’ll fuck you any way you want,” he said as he thrust into her, drawing whimpers from deep in her throat. “You’re so sexy. You drive me fucking crazy.”

His deep sexy voice vibrated through her, stirring her on. She felt her orgasm rushing forward and she couldn’t stop it even if she tried.

“You’re going to make me come,” she moaned into his ear. She had never reached orgasm that fast before. This guy was a master.

She clenched her pussy around his cock, wanting him to come with her. “You’re so big,” she whined. “Fill me up with your come.”

Hannibal grunted louder and put a little more force into his thrusts. They both cursed and grunted, calling each other’s names in gasps and moans.

It came on like a rush, her orgasm ripping through her, making her arch her back to the point of pain. “Fuck,” he grunted, tightening his body which signaled his own release. The intense waves of her orgasm washed through her, each one hitting her more violently than the last.

Mikki closed her eyes and ran her nails across Hannibal’s muscular back as the flood of heat overtook her body. She moaned contently as the waves dissipated, coming on calmer and smoother through her body until she was left with just a warm peaceful glow.

Hannibal’s face was dug into the pillow as he took quick shallow breaths. “Are you okay?” she asked, tapping his back.

He rolled off of her with a groan and swallowed hard as he stared up at the ceiling. She turned onto him, resting her cheek on his chest and running her fingertips up his hard abs.

“I hope you brought your checkbook,” she said with a grin.

“Whatever it cost to do that again, sign me up,” he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. “It was worth every penny.”

Her eyes felt heavy as she smiled. “I hate sleeping alone,” she said.

He pulled her in close with his muscular arm. “Me too,” he whispered. “So, let’s never sleep alone again.”

She smiled as she drifted closer to the sleep that was overtaking her. “Okay,” she whispered. “Deal.”

He kissed the top of her head as she faded from one dreamland into another.

seven

“I’ve heard you say some stupid things during the past two weeks,” Mikki said to Jack while shaking her head. “But that is probably the stupidest.”

“It’s true,” the large bartender said, holding his chin in the air. “Rage Against the Machine got their name because the lead singer’s toaster never worked.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Machine,” Jack said, holding out his hands from behind the bar. “Toaster. It all makes sense.”

Mikki stared at him with a blank face. “It doesn’t make any sense. You don’t make any sense.”

“How do I not make sense?” he asked, jerking his head back.

She laughed. “It doesn’t make sense how you can be a functioning adult when you believe stupid stuff like that.”

Jack lowered his head and stared at her. “When you’re done insulting me table six could use a refill.”

Mikki turned towards the table and the guy in the trucker hat waved her over. “This isn’t over,” she said as she tucked her tray under her arm and headed over.

“Read a book some time,” Jack called out behind her. “You might learn something.”

She just laughed, ignoring him. The only books that were likely in his house were the complete collection of Big Uncle John’s Big Bathroom Reader beside his toilet.

“Hey, Mikki,” the guy in the trucker hat, Marcus, said as she approached. “You look different.”

She ran her fingers through her hair. “Really?” she asked. She hadn’t done anything different.

“Yeah,” Marcus said. “You look relaxed and happy. Like there’s a sparkle in your eye or something.”

She smiled shyly. That’s how she had been feeling since she spent the night at Hannibal’s yesterday. She hadn’t realized that it was coming across on her face as well. “Well, thank you,” she said. “Want refills?”

Marcus and his two friends nodded enthusiastically. “Alright,” she said, collecting their empty bottles. “I’ll be right back.”

“Hey, Jack Shit,” she called out to the bartender. “Three cold ones.”

Jack groaned at her as he walked over to the fridge.

Mikki took in an energetic breath and smiled. She glanced at her watch and quickly made the calculation.
Four hours until Hannibal picks me up.
She couldn’t wait.

She had been thinking about the sexy bear shifter all day since she left the Vega Ranch. She couldn’t focus on anything else. Every time that she tried, her thoughts would just scatter and eventually come back to Hannibal.

They had sex three times last night and once in the morning. He was an animal in the bedroom and every part of her was sore now from feeling the after effects of his passion. Her pelvis was aching from being stretched out by his big cock, her legs were sore from being stretched apart farther than she could normally stretch them, her back was hurting from arching it in ecstasy, and her jaw throbbed from sucking his dick over and over again. It was all worth it, though. She wouldn’t trade a second of last night to ease the soreness that she was feeling today.

“What is wrong with you today?” Jack asked, breaking her out of her trance. “You’re standing there grinning uncontrollably like a crazy person. I don’t know whether to ask you what’s up or call the insane asylum to come pick you up.”

“I just had a good night is all,” she said, walking over and placing her tray on the bar.

“Would that have anything to do with Montana’s most eligible bachelor?” Jack asked, opening the beer bottles and placing them on her tray.

She smiled as her cheeks got hot. “He’s not so eligible anymore,” Mikki said as she picked up the tray.

“What?” Jack said, leaning forward. “You’ve been letting me ramble on about Rage Against the Machine when you have some juicy details to tell me? Drop those beers off and get your ass back here.”

“I think I’m going to go clean the bathrooms,” she said with a wink.

“For the first time ever?” Jack barked. “Get back here. That’s an order!”

“Yes, sir,” she said, throwing him a lazy salute.

Mikki giggled as she walked over to Marcus’ table. She had barely slept last night but she felt ultra-awake, totally rejuvenated.
That’s love you’re feeling.

But was it? Could it come on that fast? It certainly felt like it.

“There’s our glowing waitress,” Marcus said, taking the beers from her and handing them to his friends. “How much do we owe you?”

“You know what?” she said, feeling amazing. “It’s on me.”

“What?” Marcus said. “We’ll pay you.”

They started to argue with her, trying to throw bills onto her tray when the bell over the door rang. Mikki turned around, hoping to see Hannibal, but her mouth and stomach dropped when she saw a man walk in through the door. It was her father.

She left Marcus’ table and hurried over before he could take a seat and ruin her night. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice coming out harsher than she expected.

Her father cleared his throat and rubbed his chin. “I came to see you, Michelle.”

Mikki folded her arms around the tray, holding it up against her chest. “I’m at work.”

He lowered his eyes and sighed, his bushy eyebrows crinkling together. “I try calling you but you never want to speak with me.”

Her gaze flicked upward as she felt a headache coming on.
Why can’t this guy take a hint?
It was time to get him out of her life for good. She had to be rough or he would never stop trying.

“There’s a reason why I never want to speak to you,” she said, looking over his shoulder with a pinched expression on her face. “I thought I had made that clear.”

Her father sighed. “I just thought since you’re older, I can explain what happened. You may have a different perspective on things.”

That one made her laugh. “If I live to be a thousand, I’ll still never understand why you did what you did to Franklin.”

His face turned bitter, angry. He had always been quick to lose his temper. Some things never change. “I didn’t want a shifter like him hanging around my little girl.”

Mikki felt her body tense as her grip tightened on the tray in her hands. “He was my best friend,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “And he was gay. You knew that!”

Her father took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. “I just did what I thought was best as a parent. You would have done the same.”

She didn’t even want to dignify that with a response. “You can leave now.”

He didn’t move. “Michelle. I came a long way to see you.”

“Jack,” she called out over her shoulder.

“Everything okay, Mikki?” Jack asked, walking out from behind the bar with his huge chest sticking out.

“That depends,” Mikki said, glaring at her father. “Are we done?”

Her dad raised his chin in the air and mumbled something about ‘Goddamn shifters’ as he glared at Jack.

“If you change your mind,” he said as he turned towards the door. “Please call me.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Mikki said as he walked out.

“Who was that?” Jack asked as she walked to the window. She watched as he stepped into his truck and drove out of the parking lot.

When was he going to be out of her life for good?
Not fucking soon enough.

“And done,” Jack said, turning off the light behind the bar.

Mikki sighed.
Finally.

She had a headache ever since her father had left. She hated being reminded of that hard time in her life and his stern face was a constant reminder.

“Let’s go,” Mikki said. He had ruined her night but she had a feeling that her night was going to get better any second now.

They stepped out of the bar and Mikki smiled as she saw Hannibal sitting on the hood of his car waiting for her. She immediately felt better after seeing him, her headache disappearing as fast as her bad mood. He was parked under a street lamp and the soft light was lighting up his handsome features. He looked good as usual in a button up black shirt that hugged his hard muscles and gray dress pants. The black sky behind him was on fire with bright stars and the moon was a gorgeous crescent. The cool air hit her face and she took a deep breath.
Tonight is about to get better.

“Oh,” Jack said when he spotted her man. “That’s why you cleaned up so fast.”

“Goodnight, Jack,” she said, skipping over to the sexy bear shifter who was waiting for her.

Jack chuckled. “I’d say goodnight but I know that you’re going to have one.”

“Hey,” Hannibal said with a sexy grin on his delicious lips as she approached him. “You’re looking as fine as usual.”

“Ugh,” Mikki said, threading her fingers through her hair. “I’m so sticky. I spilled beer all over me when I tried to change the keg.”

“That’s why you smell so good,” he said with a grin.

“You should try tasting me if you think the smell is good.”

Hannibal took her wrist and pulled her in close. “I plan on it.”

She laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips. “Mmmmm,” she moaned. “I’ve been waiting for that.”

“Me too.”

Jack waved out the window of his car as he pulled onto the road. “Are we going?” she asked. “I desperately need a shower.”

“Can I watch?” Hannibal asked opening her door for her.

Mikki stepped into the car with a grin on her lips. “No, but you can join me.”

“Alright,” he said, “but only if I can be in charge of cleaning your boobs.”

She laughed as he closed the door.
Something tells me that they’re going to be spotless.

Hannibal climbed into the car and started it. Mikki began stroking his leg as he pulled onto the road. She didn’t want to wait until they got home. Desire was already swelling inside of her and she wanted to get started satisfying it.

He groaned as she slid her palm up his hardening cock.

“Fuck, Mikki,” he said between gasps of breath. “I’ve been thinking of you all night.”

“Really,” she asked, unbuttoning his pants and sliding her hand inside. He lifted his hips and she grabbed his pants and underwear and tugged them down his legs, freeing his hard gorgeous cock. “What have you been thinking about?” she asked, grabbing his shaft in a firm grip.

“Your lips,” he moaned as she squeezed him.

“My lips,” she whispered, leaning down until she was within licking distance. “On your cock?”

“Yeah,” he grunted as the car sped up.

She puckered up her wet lips and kissed his shaft, making him moan. “Like that?”

“Just like that,” he said, starting to breathe heavy.

“What about this?” she asked, licking his dick slowly from the base to the tip with her warm tongue.

His dick jerked in her hand. “That’s fucking perfect.”

She smiled as she kissed it again. “I’m just getting started.”

He groaned as she puckered her lips on the tip of his cock. She opened her mouth and took him inside, sucking and tracing her tongue up the smooth skin of his shaft.

Hannibal pulled back her black hair with the blue streaks that had fallen over her face. He held it over her head as she worked, gripping his thick shaft with both hands as she lowered her head down on him, pressing his cock in as far as it would go.