Bear His Love

by Scarlett Grove

  Brock reached down and pulled her leg over his thigh, bringing her closer still. She could feel him hard against her core. His face tilted down, their eyes met, and Ginger opened to him. His lips brushed over hers and they felt each other’s spark, tasted each other’s breath. She pressed harder, wanted to feel him more deeply.

  His lips crushed hers, and his tongue darted inside her mouth. Hot desire washed up and down her spine, and his hand slid over her thigh and ass, gripping and pulling her closer against him.

  Brock’s erection throbbed against her sex. She gasped and ran her hand under his shirt, feeling the ripple and hardness of his muscles. His hand roved over her behind and slide down between her cheeks, rubbing over her heat as he rocked into her.

  Ginger pulled his shirt up, trying to get it over his head. When he saw what she was doing, he pulled it off the rest of the way and threw it on the floor. When he turned back to her, his green eyes flashed with need and desire. He examined her body and slowly slid down the zipper on her fleece jacket.

  She helped him slide it off and peeled out of her t-shirt as well. She sat there in her old bra, not feeling ashamed at all. He growled and toppled her down on her back, hard between her legs. He kissed her again, and rained kisses over her face and chest. He flicked off her bra and pulled it away.

  She covered her small pink nipples but he pulled her hands away and held them gently over her head. He kissed over her neck and shoulders and down to her breasts. He sucked each nipple into his mouth, kissing and teasing them until her core twitched in anticipation.

  “Brock,” she whispered, wanting him so much deeper.

  He traveled down her body and opened her pants, pulling them down under the covers. At that moment, he took off the rest of his clothes and deposited them on the floor. They were naked under the covers, their skin sliding over each other. He lay beside her, running his hands over her body, up her legs, gently over her mound, navel and breasts. He kissed her, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth.

  His hand grasped her breasts and plucked at her nipple, before he traveled lower again and cupped her heat. Ginger shivered--need, fear, and chill exciting her senses. Brock dipped a single finger into her wetness, rubbing up and down along the slit. Kissing her, he flicked her bud. Her nipples pulled tight.

  He vibrated his finger over her swollen clit, making her wetter by the second. She moaned into his mouth. Desire mounted in bubbling wet heat, it throbbed around her. A tight climax contracted from her core and radiated through her body.

  “Oh, yes,” Brock whispered, feeling her orgasm on his fingers. She could feel herself slick between her legs when he climbed over her and pressed himself to her body. Ginger moaned and clung to his shoulders. He kissed her as he leaned into her, pressing the head of his cock to her slit.

  “Brock,” she whimpered.

  “Do you want me inside you?” he whispered, kissing her neck.

  “Oh God yes,” she gasped, pulling him forward. She leaned into his kiss, and Brock slid forward, pushing inside her. She let out a crying groan, clinging to his shoulders as he sank deeper. His hips tilted back and thrust forward again, each time filling Ginger with a delicious spark of desire.

  She whimpered his name, running her hands over his body. He kissed her cheeks and neck, grasping her breasts and hips. The sparks of desire rushed into flames and each pump of his hips brought her closer to release.

  He kissed her deep and lifted her thigh up to sink farther inside her. “Oh Ginger. God I need you,” he groaned, pounding into her tight pussy. Her release gushed forward in a wet tide. She moaned, and Brock swore.

  His fingers gripped her hip thigh, his hips smacking into her. Her orgasm rolled on, and Brock clenched up inside her and propelled his seed deep into her womb. With rumbling groan, he climaxed. “Damn, Ginger,” he said. He pressed his lips to her cheek and pulled himself off of her. “Jesus. Need a minute.”

  She lay on his chest and giggled. “What?”

  “Girl, you blow my mind.”

  “No. I’ve never even done it before.”

  “What? Are you serious?”

  “Well, yeah. Is that okay?”

  “How could it not be okay? Baby, come here.”

  He pulled her tighter. “To think you came for me like that when you’d never even done it before. Did it hurt? You should have told me.”

  “It was perfect.”

  “Oh, sweet baby girl.” He kissed her neck and shoulders, holding her close to him. She could feel his love and tenderness all around her. She melted into him, wanting to let herself be cared for. “My bear has been rumbling for you since we met.”

  “Rumbling?” she asked.

  “He wanted me to bend you over in the woods and take you in every which way.”

  “You’re bear is a horny bastard,” she giggled.

  “He is,” Brock growled.

  “What about now? Is your bear satisfied?”

  “Never,” he growled into her neck, biting down gently on her flesh.

  “What does he want to do to me now?” she teased.

  “Uh. I probably shouldn’t say.”

  “Come on. Show me.”

  The faint light of the morning sun peeked through the window, adding to the soft glow from the kerosene lamp. Brock growled and grabbed her by the hips. Ginger saw his cock, erect and stiff already. He flipped her over on her hands and knees and ran his hands over her body. He pressed her head down to the bed and grabbed her hips.

  “Did your bear want to do this?” she asked.

  “Yes. And this.” He slapped her ass, stinging the flesh and making it jiggle. She gasped when he grabbed her hips and rubbed his cock over her sopping wet core.

  “What else?” she asked, panting.

  He pressed his cock against her and slid inside in one thrust, his hands tight around her hips. She cried out as he entered her, filling her and caressing deep inside her core. He used his hands and hips to move her swiftly over his cock, pumping up against her ass with each powerful thrust.

  Gingers breasts bounced under her and she moaned louder each time he slid over her inner spot. Climax came in steady waves, rolling along with Brock’s controlled thrusts. She offered her self up to the consuming pleasure, taking his shaft with throbbing anticipation.

  The harder he fucked her, the more she came until he climaxed again, filling her up with his come. The lay tangled in each other, breathing heavily, his arms around her chest.

  Chapter Twelve

  “We need to go soon,” he said, after some long moments had passed.

  “The smell of that coffee is calling me.”

  They climbed from the bed and put their clothes back on. Brock had already packed both of the backpacks and had prepared a small breakfast and a pot of coffee for them before they took to the road.

  “I think the best way to get down the mountain is if you ride on my back while I’m in bear form.”

  “Ride your back while you’re in bear form?”

  “It’s going to take two days to get down the mountain otherwise. Considering we were just held up at gunpoint and robbed, I don’t think we’ve got that kind of time. We need to stop James Salvo. He can’t be allowed to take your possessions and your land.”

  “It’s just a little weird to think about riding you as a bear. Don’t you think it’s strange?”

  “As a matter of fact, I’ve never had anyone except my brothers and my cousins ride my back when we were young and horse playing around the backyard.”

  “It seems like a very intimate thing to do,” Ginger said, biting her lip.

  Brock understood her misgivings. But he was determined to apprehend the man who had shot him. More importantly, he wanted to put a stop to the evil man’s plan to take what rightfully belonged to his mate.

  No one deserve to be robbed the way James Salvo was determined to rob Ginger. The fact that he was doing it to a girl as sweet and innocent and kind as Ginger made Brock’s blood boil.

>   “If you don’t mind, I don’t mind,” Ginger said, putting her hands on her hips with a determined expression in her eyes.

  They finished packing up the rest of their things and left her father’s house as clean as they’d found it. Out in the front yard, Brock peeled off his clothes and stuffed them into one of the backpacks. He stood in the autumn chill, completely naked.

  The expression on Ginger’s face was priceless when she looked him up and down. It had to make him chuckle, but he didn’t have time to think about it right now. They needed to get down the mountain as fast as possible and find justice for himself and for the woman he hoped to make his bride.

  Brock shifted abruptly, bouncing to a stand on his four wide feet. Ginger gasped and put her hands to her mouth in shock. He turned to her and faced her, his breath puffing in the cold air. She reached out a gloved hand and ran it up his soft muzzle. He closed his eyes and groaned at her touch on his animal form.

  He nodded his head up and down once and then knelt down. Ginger would have to carry the backpacks on her front and back during the trek while she clung to his fur to keep from slipping.

  She used his back leg to boost herself up on to his back with the heavy load of the backpacks on her. She scrambled up and found her seating.

  “Okay,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  Brock roared into the air and trotted down through the yard of the cabin and onto the trail. Feeling Ginger holding onto his back on top of him, he slowly increased his speed. His bear’s mind felt the thrill of his mate clinging to his body as his muscles worked between her thighs. The peace and comfort he felt from having her near filled his bear with euphoria.

  Determined to find justice for them both, Brock charged faster down the hill. Even in bear form, at top speed, the trek would be long and arduous. After several miles down the hill at a dead run, he felt Ginger slipping from his back. One of the backpacks went tumbling down the hill.

  He came to a quick stop, dislodging her even more. Ginger slid from his back, falling several feet to the rocky ground. She screamed and continued her slide down a muddy passage. Brock jumped forward, shifting in midair to his human form, where he caught her before she slid further into a ravine.

  “Are you all right?” Brock said, panting. He checked her body for signs of injury.

  Ginger shivered from cold mud covering her entire body. He held her tight, as she cried softly.

  “I’m okay,” she said. “Cold.”

  “We’ll leave the backpacks here. We need to get you down the hill before you get hypothermia.”

  Brock shifted again, barely enough room on the muddy trail to accommodate his massive form. Ginger stepped forward and cried out the moment she put pressure on her ankle. Brock pressed his belly to the ground to make his back lower for her to climb on. The mud coated his fur.

  She whimpered as she grabbed his fur and climbed on his back. Slowly he rose and waited.

  “I’m okay,” she said again.

  I’ve got you, Brock thought.

  He dug his claws into the mud and slowly pawed his way down and onto less slick ground. Ginger held tight to him, her cheek pressed against his neck, her thighs tight over his back.

  Brock increased his speed once he made it to the meadow where they had camped the first night. Ginger seemed fine on his back, so he charged forward.

  The rest of the trail was less arduous. He made good time, and by the time the sun had tilted toward late afternoon, he had made it to the bottom of the hill where the truck was parked.

  He knelt down and Ginger slid from his back with a relieved whimper. He shifted and helped her into the car, having a spare set of keys in a hidden compartment under the bumper.

  He turned on the car and pulled on a pair of pants he had in the backseat for just such occasions, and wrapped Ginger in a blanket.

  He’d have to get her home, clean, and warm as soon as possible. He backed out of the parking stop and onto the main highway toward his house.

  Ginger shivered in the seat beside him. He sped toward his house, passing cars and buses along the way as the sun sank in the bay.

  He pulled onto his family’s road and bumped over the gravel until they made it to his cabin. As soon as he got there, he pulled Ginger out of the car and carried her to the house.

  It was already warm inside. He brought her to the bathroom and started to help her out of her muddy clothes while he ran a warm bath.

  She looked up at him and ran her hand over his naked muddy chest. “Aren’t you cold?” she asked.

  “Shifters don’t get cold as quickly as humans.”

  The big bathtub filled up and she dipped her toe into it. With a sigh, she sank into the water, favoring her ankle less than she had before.

  She dipped her head under water and came out with a sigh. “I already feel so much better,” she said, washing her face. “Want to get in? There’s room.”

  He smiled and slipped out of his pants. He climbed in across from her in the circular tub. He handed her a bottle of shampoo and washed his own hair.

  “This is a nice tub,” she said, rubbing the shampoo in her hair. She rinsed it out and reached for the conditioner.

  “I installed it with my cousin last spring. Bears like baths.”

  “Your whole house is nice, from what I saw of it,” she said.

  “My cousin’s family has a construction business. We all build our own houses.”

  “You built this place?”

  “With some help from the Montgomery clan.”

  “That’s awesome. It’s cool that you have so many people in your life who are all so close. I don’t really have anyone like that.”

  “You have me,” he said, drawing closer. He put his arm around her and brought her closer to him. She sighed softly as he kissed her wet lips.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, running his hand up her inner thigh.

  “Good,” she whispered.

  His hand moved further along the inside of her thigh, coming to brush over her mound. She tingled in the water, encouraging him to continue with her tongue darting quickly into his mouth.

  He pressed his fingers into her crevice, rubbing her swollen bud. His fingertip ducked into her channel, and she reached over to grasp his cock.

  He ran his hand up and down her arm, her stroking palm exciting his desire and filling him with lust. He growled and pulled her closer, drawing her up on his lap.

  She continued to stroke him while he pressed the pad of his thumb into her clit. He sucked her nipples, and her body began to twitch under his touch.

  She moaned as he lifted her up to press against his cock. Brock growled and looked into her eyes. When she’d been hurt, it had killed him. All he’d thought about all the way down the mountain was her safety.

  Now that she was back here at his home with him, already feeling well enough to come to him like this, he felt pride and desire swell hard in his chest.

  He wanted her in every possible way. He gripped her hips and pulled her down on him. Her slick folds took him in, and her eyes blazed with excitement.

  She bit her lips and gripped his shoulders. He leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth, moving her up and down on his cock. Ginger let out soft panting moans, taking every thrust and pump from Brock as if he was filling her with bliss.

  “Brock,” she moaned. “Oh, God.”

  A light seemed to shine around her. She was gorgeously beautiful to him. Her wet red hair hung down her back and her freckled pale skin was washed clean and glistening in the bathroom light.

  He cupped her cheek in his hand as she leaned her head back. He dipped his thumb into her mouth and she sucked it, grinding forward on his lap.

  Her beautiful full breasts swayed in front of him, luscious and abundant. He ran a hand over her peaked nipple, and she moaned and sucked his thumb harder.

  He moved her over his lap, drawing out his climax with each thrust of her hips. He hugged her to him, moving her on him, taking her body
for his own.

  She cried out, her body squeezing around his cock. He let himself lose it inside her, pumping himself hard into her soft body. He held her tight for several long moments, the contractions of his orgasm holding him in their grip.

  Slowly, he let her go and slid from inside her, holding her close to him in the bathtub.

  She leaned her head against his shoulder, running her fingertip over his chest.

  “Let’s go get some rest, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her head.

  Chapter Thirteen

  They went to rest in Brock’s big modern bed. Ginger found that not everything in his log home was rustic and old fashioned. Much of it was updated and modern. For a mountain man, Brock had a lot of computers and gadgets. He also ran a business online to book his wilderness treks.

  When she got up in the morning, Brock had already sent someone to retrieve their backpacks from the trail, laundered her clothing, and had it ready for her to wear. She went downstairs to his big kitchen and sat at the window seat in the breakfast nook that looked out on a few water birds floating in a small pond.

  Brock handed her a cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, and sat with his own beside her.

  “Thank you,” she said, her stomach grumbling.

  “How are you this morning?” he asked, inspecting her face.

  “I’m good,” she said, smiling. “You’re place is beautiful. I love it here.”

  “This will be your home. If you choose to stay here.”

  “I hadn’t thought about it. Really. Very much.”

  “Do you want to stay with me?”

  Ginger’s heart tumbled. She was still in a kind of daze. It was so hard to believe that any of this was happening in the first place. Everything up on the mountain had been so surreal. Now that they were back, she was just so happy to be warm and safe that she didn’t know what was happening.

  Her heart buzzed for Brock. He’d been a hero up on the mountain, and she knew she could depend on him in any situation. She also knew he would do whatever it took to bring down James Salvo and help her find justice for herself and her father.