What a Bear Wants (13 page)

          “—daily nightmare?” Cade threw in.

          “Exactly.”

          “Oh, I can explain this clear enough.” Anoki said grinning. “I think our daily nightmare got the daylights fucked out of her and it made her nice and lax. Like when you grab a pup by the back of their neck.” He rocked back on his heels. “Good sex releases all types of endorphins my friends. And being that Gentle Ben looked none too happy when he went to find her about an hour ago, I would say my poking him with a little brutal honesty put his enormous ass into gear.” With another smile, he turned to head back inside of the main office. “Excuse me while my narcissism takes over and I sing my own praises.”

          “He acts like that’s a new part of his daily routine.” Cade murmured.

          Cree patted her pack mate on the shoulder. “Let him be great now, dear friend. Because the moment Fallon finds out he goaded that bear into chasing her down—”

          “—
he’s
going to be on the receiving end of those aforementioned facial lacerations.” He completed for her.

          The pair turned to each other and smiled. Both knowing that because of one grizzly, things were about to get a lot more interesting.

***

          “Did your hate for me die yet?” Ransom queried as he finally reached Fallon’s cabin with her still over his shoulder.

          “No.”

          He chuckled at the pout that he could hear in her voice.

          “Well can you hate me
and
unlock your door?”

          There was a sigh. “It’s already unlocked.”

          Stopping, he said, “Why?”

          “Why what?”

          “Why do you leave your door unlocked?”

          “Why
wouldn’t
I leave my door unlocked?”

          “Are you trying to make me crazy by answering my questions
with
questions?”

          “I don’t know,” She retorted mildly. “Am I?”

          Ransom growled as twisted the knob and stepped over the threshold. “Clearly my numerous threats about making this red tinted are going ignored.” He rubbed a hand across her ass.

          Fallon snorted. “As are my numerous threats to disassemble you like an action figure and scatter the parts.”

          Just for that, he began to spin around, ignoring her hits to his back and shoulders along with her shouts.

          “Goddammit Ransom McKenna you stop this right now!”

          He laughed at her and
kept
on laughing at her until he felt her claws dig into the back of his thigh. With a grunt Ransom went down, making sure to swing Fallon up and over his shoulder right before he landed in the middle of her living room floor on his back with her resting on top of him.

          Her hands slapped at his head. “As soon as I can see straight again, that’s your ass, grizzly!”

          Ransom grabbed her wrists and rolled their bodies until he rested between her thighs before pinning her arms above her head. “Violence is
not
the answer, baby.”

          Fallon’s eyes narrowed on him. “Says the man who possibly just left his younger brother without the ability to reproduce.”

          He smirked. “Okay, violence is the answer
sometimes.”
Keeping hold of her wrists with one hand, he used the other to trail down her jaw, staring at the way her bow shaped mouth parted and how her thickly lashed eyes gazed up at him from her heart shaped face. “So beautiful...”

          At his softly spoken words she tried to turn away from him but Ransom cupped her cheek and brought her face back. “Hey, you
are
beautiful.”

          Fallon snorted. “You already fucked me, Ransom. No pretty words needed.”

          His brows drew downwards. “You have no idea how to take affection or compliments do you?”

          She tucked her lips in and he had his answer. “Jesus Christ, Fallon. Haven’t you had boyfriends?” How did she not know this? Why hadn’t someone taken the time to show this woman exactly how mesmerizing she was without even trying to be?

          Mouth curving in bitter amusement, she replied, “Kind of hard when you’ve been labeled cold and unstable.”

          Ransom sucked in a deep breath then got to his feet. He held out a hand for her. “Come on.” This shit ended and it ended
now.
Fallon Wilder was a lot of things but cold and unstable were
not
on that list.

          Her brows rose. “Where’re we going?”

          His head cocked to the side as he wiggled his fingers and watched her closely. “Nowhere and everywhere, baby. Now be a good girl and follow me there.”

          Fallon stared at his palm for the longest time before she finally gripped it and allowed him to pull her to her feet.

          When Ransom swung her up into his arms she didn’t voice a complaint which was good because he would’ve simply ignored it. Her cabin was built like most of the others in the lodge so he had no trouble finding her bedroom but he
did
have trouble processing what he saw when he got to the doorway. It was just so...so...
girly.

         
His company had some of the best interior designers in the U.S. on call and he didn’t think even one of them could top the floral layout Fallon had in her bedroom. The walls were a vibrant yellow with trails of tastefully painted flowers while her bed was an extended California king complete with a canopy that also held the same theme. There were picture frames all around—on the desk in the corner, the dresser, and floating shelves. She’d had a skylight put in and if he wasn’t mistaken, he was looking at several bouquets of flowers that
he’d
sent her.

          “Fallon...”

          “Surprising huh?”

          Ransom swallowed, suddenly feeling too dirty to touch anything in what was so obviously Fallon’s private sanctuary. “Bathroom?” He asked gruffly, kicking off his boots and purposely leaving them outside in the hallway.

          She pointed to a door on his right and he made his way across the large room. When he stepped through it, she reached over and clicked the light on. Mediterranean tile and pristine porcelain greeted them and Ransom finally sat her down on her sink counter top before he walked over to the shower stall. Determination kept him silent as he went about the task of turning it on, impressed with the fact that she had four different shower heads that were all separately adjustable in temperature.

          When he was done, he turned to Fallon and once again held out his hand. Instead of hesitation, he received the immediate sensation of her palm sliding against his own. Slowly and calmly, he went down on his knees and unlaced her boots, getting her to step out of them. Then he rolled her socks down her feet and unbuckled the waist to her jeans, tugging them along with her panties down her curvy hips until she stepped out of those too. Standing again, Ransom pulled her t-shirt up over her head and unhooked her bra.

          He pointed to the shower. “Get in.”

          Fallon shot him a look but did as she was told, clearly understanding that control belonged to him. Later, outside of this moment, she could have it back but right now, it was his and he wasn’t relinquishing it. While she stood under the constant stream of water washing and rinsing her hair, he got undressed, neatly folded their clothes and set them aside near the hamper before climbing into the stall with her. Like the rest of the bathrooms, she’d gone for a larger shower so it made maneuvering comfortably behind her slick frame easier.

 Ransom curved his hands around her waist and brought her back against him. Dropping a kiss to the top of her head, he whispered, “Relax.”

He grabbed the candy apple scented body wash just over her shoulder and poured it onto the shower puff hanging from a tile hook. With steady strokes he gently scrubbed her soft skin until she began to melt against him. The way her waist curved in and flared out into thick hips made him bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from dropping to his knees again and biting her outer thighs instead. The ample rise of her ass brushed his cock which had risen the moment he took off her clothes and he heard her sharp intake of air.

Ransom ran the shower puff over her chest and watched her nipples harden with every pass until eventually she grabbed his wrist and stopped him, panting. He easily shook out of her hold, flicking the distended nubs until all he could hear were her whimpers. Her body was made for every single plan he had. It was sinfully lush with definition that didn’t overshadow the feminine parts of her. Her nut brown skin shone with a healthy glow, scars littering almost every exposed piece of flesh. They didn’t bother him in the least. And if he had his way, he’d taste every single one before the night was out.

“I need you to—”

“Shhh,” He soothed, one hand curving over her hip and sliding between her legs. “I know
exactly
what you need. Just let me take care of you.”

Fallon’s head fell back against his shoulder as he worked his middle finger between the slick folds of her pussy and strummed her engorged clit. Her gasp filled the space, going straight to his balls; causing them to draw up tightly. His cock left chalky trails on the dip of her back as she ground against his hand, seeking more.

Ransom pressed his mouth to her ear as he glided two fingers into her soaked passage, staring down at the way his hand moved inside her in an obscenely attractive way. “Do you know how good it feels to be able to touch you?” His thumb rolled over her clit and she went on her tiptoes. Ransom followed, not letting up in the pressure of his hand until he felt that telltale clench. Then he stopped, wanting to draw it out a bit longer, wanting her pussy to be on
fire
for him.

“The way you smell...the way you taste,” He ran his tongue up the side of her neck, nipping her just under her ear. “Completely and totally intoxicating, baby.”

Fallon gripped his hand, pushing his digits deeper as she moaned, her hips moving to meet his ministrations. Cream coated his fingers on every pass and he was tempted to lick off every drop. She tried to reach backwards and take him into her hand but his soft, “No” stopped her.

“I love the way your pussy grips me like it doesn’t want to let go.”

Her nails dug into his forearm when he found a certain spot inside her and stroked it insistently. Her quiet sob as she turned her face into his made him press his lips to her own, his tongue thrusting in and out the same way his fingers were doing with her sex.

Her groans and growls filled his mouth, spurring him to continue pleasuring her until she pulled out of their kiss. “Ah...Ransom...can you...please...”

“Tell me what you want.” He added a third finger as he dropped the shower puff and used his other hand to tug at her nipples. “Say the words.”

The undulation of her hips increased and a flood of juices met his hand as he increased the pace. “Uh...uh...uh...”

“Do you need to come Fallon?” Ransom sharply bit down on her earlobe as he pinched her nipple and she cried out. “Ask me nicely.”

“Please...can I...can I come?”

“Good girl.” He murmured into her temple before twisting his fingers until her nails became claws and she yipped. “Now you can come.”

“Mmmm...fuck, fuck, fuck...ahhh...”

Waiting until her over-sensitized body calmed, he propped her back against the tiled wall with a quick press of his mouth to hers and then hurriedly ran over his own body with soap, rinsed off, shut the shower heads down and found clean towels to wrap them both in.

Once again swinging Fallon into his arms, he started for her bed, shaking her a bit when she closed her eyes. “Look alive, baby. We are far from being done.”

He smiled a bit when he distinctly heard her murmur, “I feel like vaginal reconstruction is most
assuredly
in my future.”

***

          Fallon found herself gently laid out on her bed with a bear hovering over her, the smell of candy apples and his own natural earthy scent teasing her nostrils. There was something different about the way he handled her this time, something almost...tender. From their experience just an hour ago he clearly knew she wouldn’t break but Ransom was touching her with a soft reverence that made her heart beat a little faster and her exhales a little harder as he ran his lips over her forehead, the tip of her nose and her mouth, stopping briefly to linger there, nipping and sucking her bottom rim before releasing it with a wet pop.

          She whimpered and reached for him when he pulled away but he held fast to her hands. “Hush.”

          Fallon’s lashes swept upwards as she stared at the way his hair made a messy, highlighted halo around his head. “Why won’t you let me touch you?”

          Ransom swept his hands down her sides. “Because this isn’t about me.” His fingers danced along her hips. “The first time, in the woods,
that
was for the beast and the man.” He leaned over and kiss her collarbone. “This time is about
you.”

         
Shaking out of his grasp, she ran her fingers through his hair, playing with the silver tipped mass. “If it’s about
me,
I should get to do what I want right?”

          His brows rose. “No.”

          She burst into laughter. “Yes I should!”

          He shook his head. “I don’t like that smirk.”

          “What smirk?”

          “Your doggie grin. It’s the one you canines use when you’re trying to look innocent while chewing on shit that you know you shouldn’t be.” He pinned her arms above her head as he yanked her towel off and tossed it over his shoulder. “I trust neither you nor your sneaky wolfie ways, female.”

          “But if you let me do what I want,” Fallon softly murmured. “It could potentially end with your dick in my mo—”

          Ransom put a hand over her mouth, looking as though he were fighting for control as he closed his eyes and drew in a shallow breath. “You’re ruining my game plan, baby.”