Liv dropped her head back against the seat. Her hands looped around my neck.
“I can’t convince you to ride with me? You never know what big bad wolf I’ll meet on the way.”
“You can take care of yourself just fine.” I reluctantly pulled myself off her. A ride to Barrow in a car with her dressed like this was not going to end well for the take-it-slow plan. But my ice bear could keep an eye on her, no problem.
Her tits had felt great smashed up against me. I couldn’t wait to lick those nipples of hers until her pussy was drenched. “How about I come back later?”
“Like when? Gary has taken Leo out on a friend’s fishing boat today.” Liv propped herself up on her elbows and eyed my cock outlined against my jeans.
My heart hammered in my chest. “What do you suggest?”
Liv ran her tongue over her full lower lip. “How about I blow you first?”
6
Liv
Tristan’s eyes dilated. He wanted me, there was no denying that, but he was being cautious. I’d rattled him with my suggestion.
Good. Things between us needing shaking up. They’d been stagnant long enough.
I loved how bold I was with him. It was Tristan, after all; even when I’d just met him, I felt like I knew him forever. Later I’d figure out that what attracted me to Ted was a sense of danger. After getting pregnant, dropping out of college, and marrying him, I discovered he was more immature than anything else. But enough about Ted. I wanted to blow Tristan so he’d never think of me as “just a friend” again.
I squirmed on the seat. Thinking about it was making me wet, but something was holding him back. I bet having his cock shoved down my throat would help him get over it. God, please oh please, don’t let him mention Ted again.
“Now?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“If you insist.”
“Climb in.” I scooted over on the seat.
Tristan unbuttoned his jeans, but his cock was so hard against the zipper it was difficult to operate.
My fingers brushed his aside. I carefully unzipped his jeans, then slid down his briefs. His cock sprang forth, bobbing in the air. He was seriously hung.
His head looked divine. I wondered, Maybe I could come while sucking him off?
“Do you want to lie down?” I gauged how much room we had on this front seat. Not much. And then there was the massive steering wheel. Luckily, I was a girl who liked a challenge.
I leaned over. His right hand rested on my ass. It was subtle but possessive. I liked that. Immediately an ache started deep within me. I knew my panties were wet already.
Pushing my hair behind my ears, I opened my mouth, taking the tip of his head inside.
“My only regret, baby, is that I can’t finger you this way,” Tristan hissed. “But you take care of me, I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
I wanted to say it was good for me, but with my mouth full of cock, the best way to communicate was to take more of him. Slowly, he advanced in my mouth. I gobbled him up, running my tongue around his dick, sucking him, altering the pressure around my lips.
His fingers pressed into my ass harder the more I sucked. He breathed faster.
It was such a turn-on to hear his growing excitement—not to mention feel his thick cock in my throat.
“Your mouth feels fantastic. Can you take just a bit more?”
I extended even more, letting his cock hit the back of my throat. I loved the power I had.
“That’s it. Your sweet mouth wrapped around me is heaven. You OK?”
I increased my sucking.
His clean-shaven balls pressed against my chin. When his cum shot down my throat, I swallowed. When he was done, I released him.
I wiggled back up on the bench from under the steering wheel.
Tristan’s head was lying against the headrest. He opened his eyes. “That was incredible. You are one talented girl.” He reached out an index finger to stroke my mouth. “Your turn.”
“Sadly for me, that’ll have to wait for another time. I still need supplies in Barrow. I can’t hang around all day sucking your cock.”
“More’s the pity for me.” Tristan tucked his cock back in his briefs. “You aren’t really going to blow some guy if your truck breaks down, right?”
I touched my thumb to my mouth. “You expect me to kiss and tell?”
Two hours later, we pulled into Barrow. Tristan had driven the whole way without one word. I chattered nonstop. Strangely, after that fairly spectacular blow job, Tristan was more tense than before. I, on the other hand, was loose-limbed and relaxed.
The more tense he became, the more turned on I got.
“I can’t believe we made it. I thought you’d pull over and fuck me,” I said as the truck wheezed to a stop. We’d pulled into one of the many open parking spots on Main Street.
A muscle worked in Tristan’s jaw. Although he cut the engine, he stared straight ahead. “Don’t think that didn’t cross my mind every one of the shitty nineteen miles we drove. It was all I could do to stop myself from putting your legs over my shoulders and fucking that pussy of yours. Because tell me this: it is wet, isn’t it?”
I shivered. His voice was tense and dark. The anticipation was practically killing me. “Yes.”
“Good. Now get the damn supplies so we can get out of here.”
“You’re not coming?”
“My cock is so hard from sitting next to your jiggling tits and beautiful mouth, getting out of this truck isn’t advisable.”
I opened my door, grabbed my bag, and exited, swinging my ass. I wondered if I had time to get a quick drink. My throat was dry. I could only imagine what Tristan would do if I told him how thirsty his cum made me.
7
Tristan
The trip into Barrow was uneventful, but that didn’t make it less torturous for me. Having had a taste of Liv was making my ice bear spirit restless.
Claim her.
That thought pounded in my brain. It took all my powers of conversation to be civilized until we returned to Icy Cap. We unloaded the truck, making multiple trips to the kitchen.
Gary and Leo appeared while I was out at the truck.
“You guys back already?” the ghoul asked.
“Yeah.”
“That was a record time for a trip to Barrow.”
“We made good time.” Getting blown before a road trip is an excellent motivator, but I kept this observation to myself.
“Leo and I were going to watch a movie. Unless Liv is free now?”
She wasn’t free now if I had anything to say about it. “How about you guys get started on the movie? Liv can stop by and get Leo when she’s done?”
The ghoul considered me for a moment, but then he and Leo headed off without a word.
I carried another box inside.
“Was that Leo and Gary?”
“They were stopping by on their way to watch a movie. You’re supposed to go pick him up when you’re ready.”
“You should wait until I invite you in.”
“We are way past playing games,” I growled low. Instead, I backed her up against the kitchen table. “Are you wearing panties?”
“That’s what you were wondering after all that time in the truck?” She reached for a print apron hanging from a hook on the wall, slipped it over her head, and tied the waist strings. Without waiting for an answer, she opened the fridge door. The chill blast felt great. I didn’t know how much more of this Icy Cap heat wave I could take. She handed me a beer.
“Among other things.” My gaze dropped to her lips.
We stood toe to toe. Her nipples grazed my shirt. She took a swig of my beer. Watching her swallow triggered memories of her taking me in her mouth just hours before.
I had wanted her for so long. Convinced myself I could never have her. Now she was here. Things were different between us.
I set my beer aside and tugged her closer to me. Her hands flattened against my chest.
With one hand, I cradled the back of her head, tipping her for a deep kiss. The other slid over her apron, caressing her breasts and belly before slipping under the fabric. When my fingers slid inside the waistband of her shorts, she made a little moan in the back of her throat.
My fingers pushed her panties down. I’d known she’d be wearing them, but it was an excellent excuse for pleasurable exploration. I crooked my finger to stroke her, losing myself in our kiss.
Abruptly I ended our kiss and removed my hand.
Liv blinked at me, dazed. Her lips were swollen and red. “Are you hungry?”
“Not for food.” I fingered the apron ties, nuzzling her neck. “I like this.” I backed her up against the sink and pressed my pelvis against her soft belly.
Liv slid her palms up my chest and pulled my shirt loose from my pants. Her fingers slipped down, stroking my dick, then cupping my balls. She stopped to loosen the apron around her neck.
“Leave it, but take off the blouse.” I wanted to pop those buttons off, but I let her tease me. “Do that any slower and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Liv raised an eyebrow at me. She removed her top. She had her panties on under her apron.
I surveyed the flat kitchen surfaces. “Turn around and put your hands on the counter.”
She did before looking back over her shoulder at me.
“Now, bend over.”
8
Liv
In my fantasy I hadn’t counted on feeling exposed, but that was exactly how I felt on tiptoe with my ass in the air.
Tristan wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me against him. His other hand ran down my back. When his fingers reached my panties, he ran them along my butt crack. I shivered. He palmed me, his fingers stroking the front of my panties while his palm pressed into my folds. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and squeezed my legs together in frustration. I needed the release only he could give me.
“Feel that?” His hands grabbed my tits. He kneaded my nipples, tugging on my erect points. No gentle stroking. In the polished chrome kitchen backsplash, I saw myself with Tristan behind me.
He caught my gaze in the reflection. I was restless with desire. I pushed my ass against him.
“Should I go down on you now?” he growled in my ear.
“No! Take me from behind.” I needed him buried deep inside me. “Please, please,” I whispered. “Right here. Right now.”
Tristan’s clever fingers worked me. The only sound in the kitchen was my panting.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I need your cock.” I squeezed my legs, trying to find some relief from the tension building inside me.
Tristan increased the stroking with his clever fingers.
“Every time you’re in this kitchen, you’ll remember me fucking you.”
“Oh, God. Yes,” I ground out. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me now.”
Tristan withdrew his fingers. When I heard his zipper, I wanted to weep with relief. “Come on.” I lay my torso down on the kitchen counter. My palms rested near my head. Words were meaningless. I wanted this man inside me now. Anything else was pointless.
His cock pressed against my cleft. I rose even higher on tiptoe, trying to give him access. He felt hard and thick. I wiggled my ass against him, trying to coax him as the tip of his dick entered me.
“Ahhh.” I straightened slightly, trying to pull him deeper inside me.
“Stay down. You’re going to need to hold on.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you might wind up in the next room.”
I shivered. “Try it.”
Tristan thrust inside me, lifting me off my toes. One of his arms encircled my waist, holding me against him. With his other hand, he gripped the counter until his knuckles whitened.
I was lost. I loved smelling his sweat, knowing I was driving him wild. The sensation made me dizzy. “Harder.”
“You feel so fucking good.”
My knees hit the cupboard door every time he thrusted. The banging sound echoed through the kitchen. I was greedy for the orgasm that would send me spiraling into ecstasy.
And like that, we climaxed together.
Afterward, as we sprawled on top of the kitchen counter, the sound of our panting filled the otherwise silent kitchen.
“Better?” Tristan smoothed my curls aside, kissing my neck.
My laugh came out as a pant. “Better. I was worried you’d be all tender and romantic on me.” I straightened but didn’t move out of his arms.
“You’re the kind of girl who only needs a hard fuck.”
“Hey.” I glanced back at him. “You don’t know everything about me. Don’t be so cocky.” I fingered his dick behind me. “Darn. Spoke too soon.”
* * *
In the lower forty-eight states, it’d long since been dark. But up here, when the days lengthen, they do it in a hurry. I’d called Gary and arranged for Leo to stay the night in his guest room, and Tristan and I had moved to my cramped and stuffy upstairs bedroom. At least now I wasn’t surrounded my hair-removal products. That kind of stuff makes a shifter nervous.
We made love off and on throughout the night, pausing to sleep, only to start up again. I could never have enough of Tristan; he was like my drug. Everything with him felt right. Maybe it was missing him for all these years. Now that I was with him, I didn’t want to waste a single minute.
Ted’s sudden death taught me that much, at least. It showed me I was done waiting for things to improve in my life. From now on, I would follow what I needed for my son and myself.
“You miss Ted,” Tristan said.
“Do we have to talk about him now?” I asked. My fingertips lay over Tristan’s heart. I could feel the steady beats, loving their rhythm.
“I don’t want you to feel obligated.”
“To Ted?” I propped my head up on my elbow. “He was your friend. I’m only going to say this once: Leo was the only good thing to come out of that marriage.”
Tristan’s pupils dilated. His lovely mouth set into a tight line. “I thought he made you happy. Did he hurt you?”
“What do you think? You know how much he drank in college. Imagine him with a wife and son in Ohio and nowhere for an ice bear to run around. I don’t waste time grieving over him.”
“That bastard.”
I couldn’t disagree. But I didn’t want to run Ted down. He was gone. I was free. I’d paid a high price for my choice.
“No one is ever going to hurt you again,” Tristan said quietly.
“What about Leo?”
“I have a feeling in a few years that problem will take care of itself. Not many want to tangle with an ice bear shifter.”
“What about you?” I asked.
“You think I’d harm Leo?” Tristan asked.
“I meant be his friend. He needs someone to learn from.”
“My job is to protect the residents of Icy Cap. I’ve no problem with that. Being a mentor, though, is not in my skill set. From what I’ve seen of Leo, he’s completely Ted’s kid.” He yawned.
“Now what’s that supposed to mean?” I scooted away from him.
“Leo’s a little wild. Like his dad.”
“He’s ‘a little wild’ because he’s four years old and already shifting into an ice werebear.” Reason had left my brain. This man who majorly rocked my world had just criticized my son.
That felt bad. Wrong.
Even worse, there was a place deep inside me that knew Tristan was right. I’d hoped just being here would be enough. But I had no idea how to be a parent, let alone to a shifter.
Still, I didn’t need it called out. And right now was horrible timing. My body was still quaking with aftershocks. I was not interested in a commentary on my parenting. Talk about a mood killer.
9
Tristan
The morning after our fuck-fest was a mess.
Literally. A blizzard snapped the neck of our spring thaw. The wind howled. The windows frosted from the inside in Liv’s house, as I’d predicted. A sticky snow covered the new grass. Visibility was zip. It was a great day to be an ice bear. A human? Not so much.
My bear spirit woke me up, wanting to get outside. I resisted, knowing some cuddle time would be high on Liv’s list after our recent activities. I wasn’t opposed to that at all. But my ice bear spirit paced inside me, yearning to get out that door.
Maybe that was why I’d said the stupid thing about Leo. I didn’t mean it how it sounded. What I meant was, instead of Leo being “all boy,” he was “all bear.” And of course I knew Ted was Leo’s dad; I’d meant the power of werebear genetics was clear to me now in a way that I’d never really understood before.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want Liv to be my mate. I’d thought I missed that chance, but now I had a new opportunity. I’d love her to bear my offspring someday. Fucking her felt so right—and judging by her eager participation last night, she felt it too.
Leo was a handful. More than she could deal with on her own, but not out of lack of love or instinct. Her son was a shifter; she was human. She could try her hardest and never understand what it felt like to shift or have your bear spirit deep within call to you.
I had to get out of there. Clear my head. I threw my clothes on. Our disagreement had dropped the temperature in Liv’s cramped bedroom faster than the Arctic chill outside. She’d rolled over, giving me her back and not speaking.
Opening her back door, I narrowly missed colliding with Gary.
“Is Leo here?” he asked.
“He spent the night with you.” I said. The hair on the back of my neck rose.
“He did, but this morning when I was making breakfast, he snuck out.”
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