Beary Sexy: A BBW Werebear Boxed Set

by Bolryder, Terry

  He pressed his lips together, considering it. He didn’t want to give her false hope. Nevertheless, she’d done outstanding. She had an amazing sense of balance that compensated for the loss of toe-heel control in one foot. She’d probably be really good in no time.

  “Normally I’d say no,” he said. “But given that you have a really experienced private instructor, I would think you’d be ready to audition for teaching next season. If that’s what you want. You could at least teach beginner lessons, I would think. Why do you want to teach though? Don’t you get enough teaching down there?”

  She nodded. “I do, but sometimes I’m not the most patient person.”

  “You wouldn’t like snowboarding lessons then. People get pretty angry after a few face plants.”

  “No, I mean, with the kids. I love them, don’t get me wrong, but I think I’d like the opportunity to teach all ages.”

  “It doesn’t pay well,” he said, testing the waters. For some reason, the idea of her being up here, teaching snowboarding, after he was long gone, kind of bothered him. He didn’t know why. Was it just that it hurt to think of her involved in his lodge and his life, while he wasn’t around to see it?

  She grinned a little wider this time and tossed her ponytail over her shoulder so she could pull her helmet on and start doing up the chin strap. She looked so cute in her outfit. So short compared to him, so chubby in the snow clothes. His own little marshmallow, and despite her entreaties not to lead her on, he wanted to eat her up. He was sure it probably showed in his eyes.

  Maybe she’d always been able to see that he wanted her. That a part of him was sure about her, while the rest was saying no way. Maybe it was intuition. But now she was asking him to stop, and he would respect that, or at least try to.

  “Look, Kylie, I just don’t want this to be about you not being good enough. I’m just kind of an odd guy. I need someone equally odd.”

  She raised an eyebrow, as if to answer that they didn’t come much odder than her. And he had to agree, but…

  “My kind of odd,” he said.

  She rested her chin on her gloved hand. “Don’t you think that’s a little boring?” she asked. “Someone just like you?” She shook her head. “I mean, your choice, but I sort of feel like when I find someone, I want it to be someone who complements my strengths, rather than mirrors them.”

  He swallowed, knowing his next words would seal the distance between them. “I hope you find them.”

  Her eyes hardened and he knew she took his meaning as he meant it. Look elsewhere. If he was expecting her to wilt or cry, he was wrong once again, as he always tended to be with her. “Fine,” she said. “Me too. So I pulled you out of isolation and you’ll teach me until I’m good enough to teach snowboarding, and then we’ll go our separate ways.” She folded her arms and took a step toward the door.

  He stepped in her way. “Fine.” He folded his arms as well and looked down at her imperiously.

  She looked up at him. “Suits me.”

  He nodded, taking another step forward. “Me too.”

  She gulped and looked up at him. “And no more kissing.” She took a minute step forward.

  He closed the distance and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Right, no more kissing. At all.” He touched her hair and loved the velvet softness of it. He could scent her, here in this cabin. She smelled of wildflowers and spring snow.

  She tilted her face up, lips slightly parted and waiting for his next move.

  This was it, his chance to be a man and walk away. Keep the promises, keep his distance, and stay true to what he said he wanted.

  Time seemed to freeze as they stood close to each other, his hands resting gently on her as he resisted the urge to pull her in for a kiss.

  “Kissing you would be a ridiculous thing to do,” he said quietly, leaning down toward her.

  “Yes, utterly ridiculous,” she said, reaching up to circle his neck with her arms. Her breath was sweet. She would taste like marshmallow. He wrapped his arms around his waist. Why couldn’t his body listen to his mind?

  “Such a bad idea,” he said, brushing her lips lightly with his. A touch that feather-light couldn’t count, could it?

  Her lips closed over his for a brief moment and pulled back. “The worst.”

  He’d have to teach her and leave her. He’d have to go back to his world and let her remain in hers. Let her find a man who could appreciate her for everything she was in a way that he couldn’t. He’d do that. He’d have to.

  But at least in this moment, he couldn’t let go of her. He had absolutely no ability to. So he scooped her up in his arms as she let out a little gasp, and stormed to the bedroom door before either of them could come to their senses.

  * * *

  Moments later, they were alone in the bedroom, his heart beating wildly. This was why he’d tried to stay away from her. This was why he had run when he did. The longer he was around this persistent, arousing, smart-mouthed little female, the more likely it was that he was going to act on the urges surging through him.

  And those urges had never been stronger than at that moment where she was telling him what would happen between them and how it would end, looking like it wouldn’t affect her at all.

  Suddenly he wanted to show her that it would affect her, that he was really something to lose, and she should look more disturbed by the idea. After all, he was.

  And she’d been drawn to him, like a magnet to a fridge, had let her body speak opposite her words as she came forward for a kiss. Even now, she was nuzzling into his chest, reminding him of another time he had carried her. His hold on her tightened and he paused at the door as he remembered that day.

  He’d been strolling through the lodge after a night run on the slopes, and seen her in another man’s arms. Scented bear. So he’d blocked the man’s way out, all of his protector instincts firing on max. It turned out the man was Leslie’s friend and was just carrying Kylie out because she was drunk, but Ryan hadn’t been able to resist taking her back from the other man, bear, and taking her home himself.

  If Janna hadn’t been with them on the ride down, he might have been the one to tuck her in, and wouldn’t that have been a disaster. From the moment he’d taken her soft little body in his arms, it had felt right. Too right.

  Maybe it was that moment that scared him, made him truly feel like he needed to run after the weddings. Get back into the snowboarding world and show himself exactly why they wouldn’t work together.

  He just had something he had always pictured for himself. A tall, strong woman beside him. Bear cub children. A mountain lodge. Even if Kylie was proving herself to be more adventurous than he had initially thought, he couldn’t shake the thought that she was all wrong for him.

  In every way but this.

  He set her on the wide bed that no one had shared except for him. It wasn’t his secret lodge, but no one else that had access ever used it. His brothers were busy with family and they never spent time on the mountain like he did.

  It was the perfect place to bed down after a long day of snowboarding, but it was too far away from civilization in his brother’s opinions so he hadn’t stayed here while recovering. They’d wanted him to have easy access to the lodge doctor.

  She looked up at him, staying quiet for once, as if she was trying to see inside his mind.

  Impossible.

  He’d always been able to hide what he was thinking from those around him, while usually being able to tell exactly what was on their minds. But he couldn’t right now. Not with her.

  “We can both agree this is a terrible idea, right?” she asked.

  He nodded. “Right.” He pulled his jacket over his head, giving her a flash of abs. His hair was mussed and he ran a hand through it, enjoying the way she bit her lip as she watched him. “A terrible idea.”

  “It’d be terrible if you took off your shirt,” she said. “Slowly.” She bit her lip to hide a small grin and he felt his own grin deepen.


  “Right, terrible,” he said, lifting the shirt over his head and relishing the shocked expression on her face. He knew his body was incredibly cut, from the constant exercise and the lifting. He was tall and strong, and had never been more grateful for it than at this moment. “Just like it’d be an awful decision if you started taking some of those snow clothes off.”

  “Oh, would it?” she asked, unzipping the puffy snow jacket. His mouth went dry as she dropped it off her shoulders, exposing her perfect, curvy body in a tight turtleneck. Her fingers played with the edges of the shirt. “I’d hate to make a bad decision.”

  She gave him a naughty wink and lifted the sweater over her head, exposing full, lush breasts in a satiny black bra with ample cleavage. He should tell her to wear a sports bra next time they went. But right now he was too busy thinking about licking the beautiful curves exposed to him.

  “And I totally should not help you remove your pants right now,” he said, kneeling in front of the bed to help with her snow boots.”

  “No,” she said, putting up a hand. “I’ll do it myself. Have to be careful of the prosthesis.”

  “Oh, right,” he said, taking a step back. “I guess I’ll work on my own then.” He reached for the button at the top of his snowboard pants. Her eyes snapped to his and she paused in taking off her boots to watch him. She shook her head and removed her boots and then her snowboard pants.

  She was left in cute, knee-high snowboard socks with horizontal stripes, a sweet pair of hot pink underwear in a boy short style, and that sexy bra, and he suddenly forgot how his zipper worked.

  Then she bit her lip and eyed him up and down and he remembered. He slid the pants off and stood in front of her in his dark gray boxer briefs, waiting for her to give the go ahead for more. He drew himself to his full height and folded his arms as he looked down at her on the bed.

  “All joking aside,” he said. “This doesn’t change anything between us, so I need to know now, bad idea or not, do you want to do this? Do you want to go all the way?”

  She chewed her bottom lip and shifted slightly on the bed. Gosh, the sight of her drove him crazy. He didn’t know how long he could stand there in his underwear, waiting for her to give him her answer. She arched slightly against the mattress and he let out a low groan.

  “Fine,” she said. “It doesn’t change anything. I still want you. Just this once couldn’t hurt.”

  “Just this once, then,” he said.

  “Better make it worth my while,” she said.

  He climbed onto the bed and leaned over her, crowding her back into the covers. He hovered like a predator, scenting her, placing a kiss lightly at the nape of her neck before pulling up to look down at her. “I don’t make any bad decisions without making sure they’re damn well worth it,” he said, studying her body with heat and excitement that she was finally his.

  He could feel his animal surging within, excited to be bonding with her finally. Rational thought and what “should be” were far from him at this moment, and he didn’t care.

  Much.

  “Show me,” she said, reaching up to lock her arms around his neck.

  Damn straight he would.

  Chapter 5

  Kylie couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She’d fantasized so much about him doing exactly this that it was far too easy to slip into the actual situation in real life.

  She’d had a full life, hadn’t really thought about men before he came into the picture. And then it had been just months and months of unrequited lust.

  And it had nothing to do with her being an amputee, because he didn’t know. He just felt the same then as he did now, that she wasn’t the right type. She’d like to know exactly what he wanted, aside from someone just like him.

  Narcissus.

  But it didn’t matter. That golden body, rippled and curved and hard all at the same time, impossibly huge, was hers, at least for this moment. It didn’t have to be forever, as long as she had now. She could go back to teaching, to her boring, normal life, and always have this to think back on.

  She was going to have sex with the Ryan Hart. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would actually happen, even when she’d been chasing him.

  She’d told herself there was something between them, had sometimes wondered if she imagined the way he looked at her. Now, seeing him on top of her, getting ready to make love to her, she knew she’d been right. He was attracted. He was just fighting it because she wasn’t right for him in other ways. Well, that was fine. But it remained to be seen if either of them could walk away after what they shared today.

  If it was as good, as explosive, as she hoped it would be, she was pretty sure it would be hard to leave.

  But he’d left before. Hadn’t even made it look difficult. She’d almost been too pissed to want to go pull him out of his self-pitying misery when his family had asked her to. But she was glad she had. If it took showing him one of her weaknesses and letting him help her learn something, then she was happy to do it. She couldn’t help caring for him. It felt like she had before she’d even known him.

  Or maybe she’d just always admired him, ever since he burst onto the snowboarding scene years ago. Many women did, but for Kylie it was different. It wasn’t just the muscles or the looks. It was the determination, the sense that he’d been through difficult things and conquered them, and the feeling that he was unstoppable.

  He was definitely unstoppable now. He pressed her hands suddenly above her head, her wrists pinned together under one of his. She looked up, lips parted in surprise.

  “Ryan?” she asked, wriggling slightly beneath his hold.

  “Pay attention,” he said, pressing her wrists down and coming forward to cover her mouth with his. Perhaps she’d just been unable to really believe this was happening, and that’s why she’d been distancing herself from it. But when his hips pressed into hers, and his lips opened hers as his tongue swept inside, and she felt heat between her legs in response to his touch, his control, she focused in completely.

  She was his. She couldn’t be otherwise. She turned in his arms, struggling lightly as he deepened the kiss, not letting her get away. It was a heady thrill, to feel so wanted by him after being rejected for so long. She knew if she really wanted to get away, he’d let her go in an instant, but she enjoyed playing with it, pretending to struggle so that he could demonstrate how easy it was for him to pull her back, how much he must want her for him to be doing so.

  His kiss was harsh, punishing, as he held her head in place, but aroused her to her core. He was just as dominant, just as overwhelming, as she’d known he would be. She pushed up against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, and he groaned against her mouth and pulled back to look down at her.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, stroking one finger along her cheek and jaw as he continued to hold her hands down with the other. She felt utterly powerless but completely safe.

  “Yes,” she said.

  He released her suddenly and she sort of regretted answering. Then he disappeared through the bedroom door. Where was he going? She ran a hand over her swollen lips. They’d only begun. It couldn’t be over now.

  Then he entered the room again, carrying only a scarf. A long, black, soft-looking scarf. What could that be for? It couldn’t be… She felt herself blush deeply as he walked forward, eyeing her with those icy eyes as he wound the scarf around his hand. He looked so powerful, so calm compared to how she felt. But she could see the fire in those eyes. Not unlike the fire she saw when he was in the starting position before a competition.

  And he looked very intent on winning.

  He hopped on the bed in one smooth move. He was so large but had a cat-like way of moving that was so smooth. She wondered if all athletes were so coordinated. He leaned over her and unclasped her bra, pulling it over her hands and tossing it gently to the side of the bed.

  Then he lifted one of her hands in his and pulled it toward the bedpost,
and it finally clicked what he meant to do with her exactly.

  “I didn’t realize your needs were so kinky,” she said, letting him tie her hand in the scarf which he then tied to the bedpost. He straddled her to reach for her other wrist, and she realized that what she’d thought was one scarf was actually two.

  “Not kinky,” he said. “Just fun. Something about how small you are, how curvy, how you melt in my arms, makes me just want to dominate you.”

  She just flushed and blinked up at him, not knowing how to respond to that, except that it sounded super hot.

  “And then you had to go and struggle a little, and I had to restrain you…” He eyed her as he finished tying the other hand and then a slow grin curved his lips. Damn, he had gorgeous lips. Naturally pigmented, deeply curved at the top. A nice contrast with those icy, light-blue eyes. “And then you enjoyed it so much, I thought you’d enjoy this even more.”

  She looked at both her hands and then back at him. She sighed. “Enjoy what? Being tied up?”

  “No,” he said, leaning forward to lick a long line from her belly button up between her breasts to the base of her neck, where he placed a light kiss. “How it feels when I do this and there’s nothing you can do to get away.”

  She squeaked as his hand closed over her breast. For some reason, she felt much more sensitive, much more ticklish, with her hands restrained. But as his hands stroked over her, she quickly relaxed into the exhilarating feeling.

  It was nothing like she’d pictured it, but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about him pinning her to a wall, holding her hands up. This was just like that, except that he had his hands free.

  And oh, the things he could do with those hands. He covered both of her breasts and squeezed them lightly. Then he tweaked the nipples with his thumbs as he took her mouth in a deep kiss.

  She arched against him and pulled at her bonds, pleased when they didn’t give. Then he gave a possessive little growl and caught her chin in his hand, holding her there as he took her mouth and gave her almost more pleasure than she could stand.