just let this go and give in? “I may love you, Abel McAdams,” I said, breathlessly, using his real name for the first time, “but I am no fucking pushover. So don’t you ever pull that shit again. I won’t be able to take it. I won’t be able to—”
Bear cut me off. “Shut up.”
I wanted to be angry. I wanted to lash out at him and give him the verbal beating I’d planned the entire drive back in the truck but had somehow forgot. The last thing I wanted was for his demand to shut up to make me want to grab him by the beard and yank his face between my legs. I tried the anger route one last time, closing my eyes for a moment in an attempt to break free of the lust-fog that had taken over. I stomped my foot on the ground and took a deep breath and kept my eyes shut. “You can’t just tell me to—”
“Shut up,” Bear repeated again.
My eyes sprang open to find him gazing down at me, his eyelids heavy, his breathing erratic. Without thinking, I reached out and ran the pad of my thumb over the line of freckles under his eyes and much to my surprise he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. He grabbed my hand and brought my thumb to his mouth, briefly sucking on the tip.
My nipples hardened, begging to be touched.
“Bear,” I started again, desperate to say my peace.
“Fuck me,” Bear said.
“What?” I asked like I hadn’t heard him, but I had. Loud and clear. My body had too, every part of me impossibly turned on and aching for relief from the torturous arousal Bear had ignited. My core clenched and I pressed my lips together, trying not to give away how affected I was by him.
“You heard me. I know you did,” Bear said, slowly, seductively. He tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. “But just in case you didn’t, I don’t mind saying it again.” He dipped in close, his lips brushing against mine when he said, “fuck me,” again.
My hands, with minds of their own, slid from his face down his chest, landing on the ridges of his defined abs. “Or better yet,” he said, craning his neck to suck my earlobe. “I’ll fuck you. We’ll fuck each other. Doesn’t really matter, baby. I’ve been thinking of nothing else but fucking you in every position invented for six long fucking months and I’m not about to let anything get in my way, not even that smart mouth of yours.”
I hadn’t even realized we were moving until my back hit the side of the house and I was trapped between the wall and the heat of his hard, shirtless body. “I’ve fucking missed you,” he said, his voice raspy and deep. “So fucking much.” He rubbed his nose against mine then trailed it down my neck, sending shivers down my back and need between my legs as if he’d already touched me there. “So that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna fuck you, baby. I’m gonna make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.” Bear rocked his hips against me like he was sealing the promise, his hardness prodding against my stomach.
Bear continued fucking me with his words. “That dress you’re wearing makes me want to push my cock between your fucking tits.” His erratic breathing became harder and faster. “I can see your hard nipples.” He licked his lips. “Are you thinking about me tasting them?” He ran his fingertips over the rounded mounds of my breasts, then snaked a finger into the top of my dress, grazing a rough fingertip within millimeters of my nipple.
Tease.
Bear pulled back slightly and looked down at me. His gaze was dark. A mixture of lust and pain. His eyebrows knitted together. “It’s been too fucking long since I’ve touched you,” he said, the pad of his thumb finally making contact with the hardened peak of my nipple. As much as I tried to contain myself, I couldn’t. I moaned loudly, and it was as much because of the contact as it was because he quickly removed his hand from my dress, and I immediately wanted it back. He reached down, his fingers trailing up my thigh and back into my dress, stopping just short of the edge of my panties.
“I can feel how hot your pussy is for me and I’m not even touching it yet,” Bear groaned into my neck. “Let’s see if you’re as wet as you are warm.” Pushing the scrap of cotton to the side, he slowly dragged one long finger over my clit and into the wetness between my folds, causing me to buck against him when he traced my inner lips. “Holy shit. You’re so fucking wet, baby. So fucking beautiful,” he said, pulling his finger out and popping it in his mouth and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. “Fuck, I missed the way you taste,” he said, as if he’d just taken a bite of the most heavenly dessert there was.
His eyes locked onto mine as he gave his finger one last lick before closing the space between us and crushing his mouth to mine. The second my lips parted and I could taste myself on his tongue I was lost in the sensations of Bear and our connection, which had only grown stronger during our time apart.
I’d lost the war of words while Bear had clearly won the battle over my body. He pulled back just enough to speak, but not enough to sever the connection of our lips. His tongue still licking and tasting me between words. “We can still fight if you want, fuck knows I’m still angry enough, but if we are, we’re gonna do it with my cock inside your pussy. While I’m filling you. Stretching you. Feeling what’s mine.”
I shuddered. A full body shudder that was so strong I wouldn’t have been surprised if my teeth started chattering.
“Let’s go inside,” I suggested on a whisper. He smelled like soap, sweat, cigarettes, and need. The hard lines of his rippling muscles contracted rapidly as he struggled for more air. For more me.
For more us.
My breathing matched his as he grabbed the back of my neck and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, groaning when he released it, pressing his forehead to mine. “There has never ever been anyone like you,” Bear said softly. “You’re it for me, Ti. Don’t ever doubt that. But you’ve been a bad, bad girl.” The corners of his mouth turned upward in a crooked smile, his cock throbbing through his jeans against my belly. My insides ached and throbbed and pulsed, and whatever else they were capable of doing at the anticipation of Bear being inside me again. I wondered what was taking him so long to strip me bare and take me against the fucking wall.
Bear was as beautiful as he was hard. He was as complex as he was simple. He was both the storm and the calm. The fear and the solace. The rage and the peace.
My life and my love.
He was also the biggest fucking tease who was two seconds away from making me explode. “What are you waiting for?” I asked, my chest heaving like I was about to have a heart attack, my nipples so hard they felt as if they were about to fall off. My need dripped embarrassingly down the inside of my thigh.
Bear lowered his voice. “I was thinking that bad girls who don’t listen should be punished, and that maybe I should make you wait for what you want.”
Oh hell no.
I was about to take him up on his original suggestion to keep the fight going while we fucked when he dropped to his knees and dug his fingers painfully into my hips. He lifted my dress, pressed his face between my legs, and inhaled deeply. He licked over my panties, his tongue warm and wet through the fabric. “Your pussy smells like fucking heaven. Never smelt anything so good.”
“So fuck me,” I said, closing my eyes and leaning further back against the wall. Bear’s hold on my waist was the only thing keeping me upright. He stood back up, parted my thighs with his knee and rocked forward, running his shaft over my clit. “Is this what you want, baby?” he asked playfully. “Maybe you should beg for it.”
I was painfully aroused, my pussy contracting and clenching around nothing when it should have been massaging Bear’s cock as he drove it in and out of me. I was seconds away from giving Bear what he wanted and begging him to fuck me, but I had a better idea on how to end this game he was playing.
In a bold move I reached out and palmed his erection through his jeans. Immediately he threw his head back and hissed as he inhaled sharply though clenched teeth. “Fuck,” he groaned, rocking forward into my palm.
I removed my hand and pushed on his chest, catching him slightly off guard. His step faltered, but he quickly recovered. “What are you doing, little girl?” he asked, his deep vibrating voice massaging me from the inside out, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I took a step forward and lifted my dress over my head, tossing it to the ground. His gaze darted to my naked chest, and maybe it was the way he was looking at me, or maybe it was the way he licked his plump lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth like he was preparing to swallow me whole.
Or maybe it was just that I was ready to take what was mine and I was tired of waiting.
I rolled my nipples between my fingers and Bear’s mouth dropped open. “I missed your perfect tits,” he said, nostrils flaring. Again he dropped to his knees, this time to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Gently at first and then harder making me gasp. He rolled his tongue over it slowly and then faster and faster, the same way he would when he was licking my clit. I held on to the sides of his head for support, threading my hands through his long hair as he moved from one nipple to the other, leaving each sensitive peak for just enough time for them to turn cold in the warm night air.
He stood abruptly and kissed me hard. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me tightly against him, almost too tight. It wasn’t just a passionate kiss. It was a message. This was Bear telling me that I was still his. That he wasn’t ever letting me go.
I snaked my way between us, running my hand down Bear’s stomach. He broke our kiss to look down to where my hand was resting on the waistband of my panties. I watched his expression as I pushed my hand inside and dipped my fingers into my wetness.
“Fuck,” he said, the control he was so adamant about having moments ago to teach me a lesson was cracking quickly as he watched me push my fingers in and out of the place I needed him most.
“MMMMMMMMMM,” I moaned and although it felt good it felt nowhere near as good as when it was Bear’s fingers inside of me.
I was forced to remove my hand from my panties when Bear pushed them down to my ankles. I was completely naked. “So beautiful,” Bear muttered, undoing his belt. I pushed his jeans down over his perfect ass and they fell to the ground. He reached around me and lifted me up into his arms with one hand, pinning me against the wall.
Instead of impaling me with his cock, which is what I was sure he was going to do, with his free hand he circled my clit with his thumb and inserted two fingers inside my pussy while trailing kisses on my breasts and stomach. With just that little contact, I was already so close to coming and I knew from the pressure building that when I did come, it was going to be explosive. “Do you want to come on my fingers, or my cock, baby?” My pussy clenched around his fingers, approving of the sound.
“Cock,” I answered on a strangled cry, so close to release my core felt heavy and tight.
“Good girl,” Bear said, releasing his hold on me just enough so I could slide down and he could align his cock with my entrance.
There was nothing slow about him entering me. The teasing he’d started earlier was over. There was nothing left but pure animalistic need. In one swift and very hard thrust, he buried himself inside me, the pleasure so great that it bordered on a welcome pain. “This is mine. This has always been mine. I took your virgin pussy and claimed it, now it belongs to me,” he grunted as he fucked me hard and deep.
Over and over again he thrust furiously, finding a fast rhythm. He’d barely begun when the pressure became so much I began to crack until I was shattering, breaking, falling, convulsing around him in waves. The pulsing was endless as he drove into me harder and harder while I bucked on his cock, riding out the long waves of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.
I was still coming when Bear’s thrusting became erratic and frantic. Faster and faster, he pounded into me until I didn’t know if he was pushing in or pulling out. He let out a long, animalistic groan as he stilled, coming deep inside of me, filling me with his release.
I came down from my orgasm just in time to feel every bit of his as he emptied himself. He fucked me with small shallower thrusts as he rode out his own orgasm.
“Holy fuck,” Bear said, collapsing to the ground and pulling me on top of him.
“Yeah,” was all I could manage to say. I was lucky I could still breathe after that.
We stayed like that, lying in the grass in each others arms for what seemed like forever, yet would never seem like long enough. When he sat up, he pulled me up with him.
Bear tipped my chin up so I would look at him. The smile on his face reached his eyes, which were lighter and back to their usual blue. “Now we can go inside,” he said, standing up. I reached for my panties but he swatted my hand away. Bear surprised me by hoisting me over his shoulder and walking back toward the front of the house.
“What are you doing?” I asked, staring at his bare ass as he walked.
“We’ve fucked. Now it’s time to fight. But then, I’d like to fuck again, so no need for all the clothing bullshit.” And just like when he’d carried me to the truck, he smacked my ass with a loud THWAP.
“Owe!” I cried out.
“Don’t be such a little bitch, Ti. I plan on doing more to you tonight then just a few little smacks to the ass.” He carried me up the porch steps and into the house.
“That’s your dog?” Bear asked, stopping in the doorway. I couldn’t see what he was looking at, being over his shoulder and all, but I assumed he was talking about Pancakes who usually took up residence on the couch when he wasn’t running around the grove.
“Yep. That’s Pancakes,” I said. Bear set me down and I turned to see Pancakes on the couch just as I suspected, wagging his tail.
“No, no it’s not,” Bear argued.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, it is. You’re not afraid of dogs are you?” I asked, taking a step into the house. Bear grabbed my arm.
“I’m not afraid of dogs,” he said, never taking his eyes of Pancakes who continued to wag his tail and run from one side of the couch to the other.
“Good, then let’s—”
“But, that’s not a dog,” Bear said.
“What are you talking about?”
“Ti, I hate to be the one to tell you this.”
“Tell me what?”
Bear pointed to Pancakes. “Your dog…is a coyote.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Bear
After I fucked my girl a handful more times, we fell asleep in a tangle of limbs on the living room couch. I learned two things in those first few hours of our little reunion. Number one was that although fucking Ti had always been off the charts amazing, an angry fuck with Ti was an out of body experience. Number two, was that Pancakes, the coyote, liked to watch.
The other bit of good news was that I was positive there would be many more reasons on many more occasions for Ti to be pissed off at me in the future.
My little spitfire.
Out the front window the sky was lightening, the sun’s first rays were just minutes from turning the dark sky blue. I kissed the top of Ti’s head and she stirred. “No, I’m still sleeping,” she argued, keeping her eyes shut tight. She swatted around blindly with her hand. I grabbed her wrist and set her hand back down on my chest to avoid being poked in the eye.
“I gotta go, baby,” I reminded her. She answered back with a groan followed by soft snores. I laughed into her hair. “Stone has a lead on where Sadie might be. A tip from a women’s shelter a few hours north. Gus and Wolf are coming with me. Shouldn’t take that long to track her down.”
“Maybe she just wants to be left alone,” Ti groggily pointed out, lazily running her fingertips over my chest. That little touch was enough to send spasms to my cock, stirring it back to life as if it hadn’t just shot off multiple rounds into the naked girl sprawled out on top of me only a few hours before.
MY naked girl.
“Maybe, but whatever she wants, something feels off, and not just the fact that she’s actually alive. It just doesn’t sit right with me, none of it does,” I said.
Ti reluctantly sat up and yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her long hair fell all around her face in tangles. A red bite mark sat in the space between her shoulder and neck where I’d gotten a little carried away and I wanted more than anything to get carried away again.
I reached up and ran my finger over the bite mark and Ti smiled, knowing exactly what it was I was thinking. I tucked some of the crazier pieces of her hair behind her ears. “You’re downright adorable when you wake up, you know that?” I said.
“I am?” She bit her bottom lip and blushed like she was shy. Like I hadn’t taught her how to ride my cock like a fucking champion the night before.
“Yeah, in a ‘I’d like you to ride my cock again’ kind of way,” I informed her, rubbing my palm over my already hard shaft to show her what she was doing to me. What she did to me. Her gaze dropped to my hand, her tongue darting out to wet her lips and it was all I could take. I sat up and pulled Ti back down on top of me for a kiss. I had to go. But I had a few minutes. Maybe ten minutes.
Half hour tops.
A throat cleared, and we both looked up to find Rage, in all her pink T-shirted glory, staring down at us and our naked entangled limbs with a mixed expression of confusion and disgust.
Ti cuddled closer, pressing her tits up against me to shield herself from our visitor, yet Rage only seemed bored by our nakedness. She shooed Pancakes off the La-Z-Boy and took his seat. He whimpered, but only moved as far as her feet then dropped down on the floor. He propped his snout on his paws, continuing his creepy coyote voyeurism. I turned my attentions from Pancakes back to Rage. “You gonna leave so we can get dressed, or you joining