Bearly Sheltered (BBW Shifter Security Romance) (Big Paw Security Book 3)

by Becca Fanning

  Towering over her, he nodded at her politely, “Aye-o, you must be Bella. Don’t you worry ‘bout nuttin’, Brock filled us all in. Showers should be empty now if you want to clean up,” he arched a thumb back out into the hallway.

  “Thanks,” Bella said, stifling a yawn.

  “I’m Ivan, by the way,” he said, holding out his hand. His cheeks flushed bright red. He was shy!

  Bella took his hand, surprised that someone so tall and handsome would be shy. He had a cute twinkle in his brown eyes, even if they had trouble staying on hers for any amount of time.

  “I uhh…I’ll be down in the galley. Gotta have lunch ready by the time the guys get back,” he said as he turned out of the room and left.

  Bella felt a mischievous smile creep over her lips.

  Grabbing a towel from the stack near the door, Bella walked into the long dormitory style shower room. Individual stalls extended down on both sides of an aisle, drains and tiles covering the floor. No curtains said firmly that privacy was only a pretense.

  Not hearing any running water, she stripped and hopped into the first shower stall. She turned on the nozzle and hot steamy water cascaded over her. A single bar of Irish Spring was the only cleansing option: a spa this was not. Shrugging, she lathered herself up and turned around to let the water splash her back.

  Across the aisle, two stalls down, she saw a wide muscular back standing in the shower, one hand braced against the wall. This man’s head was bent down, and his other hand was pumping his manhood.

  Bella covered her mouth to stop from giggling. She’d never seen a man play with himself before, and she was curious enough not to waste this opportunity. She was sure he was really into whatever he was thinking about, because he hadn’t heard her turn on her shower. Idly rubbing the soap over her full body, she savored the sight of this man attending to his primal needs.

  Like a beast in the wild, this stud continued to stroke his cock, twisting his hand each time it reached the head. Muscles in his back and shoulders would twitch with each stroke, working hard to bring this poor man relief. His head came up and he gave his neck a stretch, then went back to jacking himself.

  Bella’s free hand snuck down to her pussy, already wet from both the shower and the scene in front of her. She slipped a finger inside herself, timing her strokes with this mystery man’s furious pumping.

  His speed intensified, signaling he was about to paint the wall of his shower with his hot spunk.

  Bella’s other hand dropped the bar of soap it was holding. It struck the floor, making a loud noise.

  The man looked behind him and Bella saw a scar running down the side of his face. Without a word, he dropped his cock, wrapped a towel around himself, and fled the shower.

  Mortified, Bella stood in the shower. What had she been thinking? She’d never been a voyeur, but this didn’t feel right. She resolved to make amends with him later. Sighing, she finished washing up and got dressed.

  Down in the galley, Bella found Ivan standing in front of an open refrigerator. He had to duck down to see everything in it, and he was frozen in this position. Bella watched him for a minute, frozen, before announcing herself with a cough.

  “Aye-o. You git all cleaned up?” he asked, straightening with a hand on his back.

  “Yeah. There was…uhh…someone else in there,” Bella said.

  “Must been Sean,” Ivan said. “He came down right before you. Looked like he got dressed soaking wet. Was in a real hurry to go pick up parts for our engine,” he said, things clicking into place for him.

  “What are you making for lunch?” Bella asked, walking up next to Ivan. Her arm brushed against his, and she felt him tense up.

  “I ain’t got the slightest. Can I be real wit’ you?” Ivan asked, his eyes pleading.

  “Sure, Ivan.” She said, looking up into those brown eyes.

  “I suck so bad at cooking. Like, when I’m at home, I just put shit in the microwave. But here,” he said, motioning around at the large communal kitchen, “they ain’t even got a microwave. It’s all fancy stuff and I don’t know how to cook good food.”

  “Then why doesn’t someone else make the food?” she asked, gently swaying back and forth against him. She felt him relax.

  “We all gotta take turns. It’s part of the responsibility. But when it’s my turn, they know it ain’t gonna work. They don’t even say it’s my day, they just say it’s pizza day,” Ivan said, hanging his head. “Because that’s what happens after I make a gross lunch. They just order pizza.”

  Bella touched Ivan’s arm. “Today’s not going to be another pizza day, Ivan.”

  Ivan’s face lit up. “Really? You can help me?”

  “I know my way around a kitchen. Now, lets see what you have to work with,” she said, leaning forward to see what was in the fridge. Her breast pressed against his arm. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed.

  “What?”

  “These ingredients are really good, Ivan. Organic greens, pasture raised beef…some great stuff here,” she said, bumping her butt against Ivan in delight. “You’re going to make something really good for them today.”

  “I am?” he asked sheepishly.

  “Well, I’ll help you a little, but you’re going to do it,” she said, smiling up at him. “I’ll tell you what we need, and you get all the ingredients out onto the counter. I’ll get the hardware ready.”

  Once all the ingredients were out on the counter, Bella rubbed her hands together in excitement. “Can you tell what we’re going to be making?” she asked Ivan.

  “This is all going into one thing?” he asked incredulously.

  “Chili,” she said.

  “Wait, but that’s chocolate,” he said, pointing at a block of dark chocolate.

  “You bet it is,” Bella said, her mind already planning out the preparation.

  “And those are noodles,” he said.

  “Oh Ivan, you’re gonna blow their socks off,” Bella beamed. “First, we should start sautéing the meat. Go ahead and slice that eye of round roast into small chunks.”

  Ivan was a great listener. He had no prevention or arrogance to get in the way of learning from Bella. Over the course of a few hours, she watched his self confidence bloom. He was chopping, dicing and tasting the food as he went along. Even adding the chocolate to the chili didn’t raise an eyebrow. Now the three gallon pot of chili was simmering on low heat, letting all those delicious flavors mix together.

  Ivan came back from the fridge with two beers. “Cheers,” he said as they clinked.

  “Cheers,” Bella said, winking.

  Ivan walked behind her, putting his beer down and resting his hands on her shoulders. His strong hands began to knead the muscles in her neck.

  Bella closed her eyes and moaned, relishing the pleasure of his touch. She leaned back, pressing her back into Ivan. She felt his dick stir against her back.

  “Uhh, sorry,” he said, making to step away from her.

  “Ivan,” she said, turning to face him. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. We’re two adults who solved a problem together. There’s now a bond between us,” she said, intertwining her fingers with his.

  “Oh,” he muttered.

  Bella leaned in close, angling her face up to him, her lips parted slightly. She wasn’t left wanting for long, as his lips pressed down on hers from above. She waited for his tongue to press into her mouth, but it didn’t. Instead she took the initiative and pressed hers into his mouth. A loud moan came from him.

  Ivan’s hands circled around Bella, grabbing her hard and pinning her against him. His massive cock hardened through his sweat pants, pressing against her belly. His hands went down to her big butt, scooping and squeezing her.

  “Whoa, slow down a little bit tiger,” Bella said through a smile. “Have you ever been with a woman, Ivan?”

  Ivan looked away, not saying anything.

  “Ivan, look at me,” she said.

  He obeyed.

  “It�
��s ok. We’ll just take it slow, like the cooking,” she said as she slipped a hand under his shirt, feeling the hardness of his abs. Her fingernails lightly scratched through the straight hairs leading up from his stomach.

  Ivan grunted in assent, his hands cupping Bella’s face. He leaned in and kissed her passionately. His fingers went through her hair. His cock now lifted straight away from his leg, threatening to rip out of his pants.

  Bella vaulted up onto the kitchen counter, making herself more easily accessible to him.

  His mouth quickly went down to her neck, tracing a line of kisses to her breasts. He pulled the dress straps off her shoulder and exposed her feminine abundance to the air of the kitchen. His mouth clamped around a nipple.

  Bella moaned and leaned her head back, focused totally on Ivan’s lips and tongue working her breast. He would alternate between sucking a mouthful of her, then flick her nipple with his tongue. Bella could feel her slit moisten up, ready and eager to take in his massive cock. Just the idea of him slamming his meat into her in this kitchen was enough to bring her to orgasm. Bella’s hand roughly pinned his face against her breast as she came. Bolts of lightning zapped through her body, and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his restrained cock up against her thigh.

  “Did you come?” Ivan asked, grinning.

  “Oh yes. Yes I did. Whoa,” Bella said, blowing her hair out of her face. Her hand went down to stroke him through his sweat pants. “Oh, it seems like something woke up.”

  Ivan’s eyes went half-lidded as Bella’s hand dipped into his pants. Her fingers moved through the sparse forest above the base of his manhood. Her mouth was already watering at the thought of his head slipping past her lips, coating her tongue in his pre-cum. As she grabbed hold of him, his hands stopped her.

  “Not yet,” he said.

  “Oh…ok,” she said, confused. She gave a little yip as his arms quickly and easily flipped her around. She now lay on the kitchen counter on her stomach, her ass and legs hanging off the end. “Oh, Ivan…” she cooed, ready for him to take her.

  She felt his hands go to her hips, and his thighs pressed against the backs of hers. She bit her lip, waiting for the head of his cock to part her lips and delve into her. But instead he left her for a moment to get some items out of the fridge.

  Bella felt him kneel down behind her and gently lick along her slit. His hot wet tongue worked her eagerly, tasting her juices and going back in for more. His strong hands spread her ass apart, giving him easy access to her inner folds.

  Ivan’s tongue folder around her sensitive clit, now fully emerged from it’s hood. He dipped a finger into her pussy, finger banging her while he licked.

  As Bella settled into his wonderful attentions, she felt a cold blast of cream hit her cooke. A whipped cream bottle was placed next to her, and Bella felt Ivan eat the sweet cream from her sex.

  He lay another cloudy line down her slit and dunked a fresh strawberry into it. He popped it into his mouth hungrily, savoring the hint of Bella’s juices. He licked his fingers clean and dove back in to clean every smidgen of cream off Bella.

  “AAA! Oh God don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Bella shuddered as she came again, squirting juices all over Ivan’s face. His open mouth caught every drop, and he swallowed happily.

  “Now, I’mma pound that snatch,” Ivan said, stroking his cock and placing the head against Bella’s opening.

  “Just shut up and fuck me already!” Bella pleaded. She braced herself, ready to be rammed by this virile bull. Laid out on the kitchen counter like a feast for some victorious conqueror.

  A loud rumbling noise came from the garage entrance. The fire company was back.

  “Shit!” Ivan said. His sweat pants were back on, but he stood close to the counter to hide his slowly deflating cock.

  “Shit!” Bella repeated, hopping off the corner and pulling he panties up. A moment later her dress was properly back on and she went to tend to the big pot of chili.

  As the firefighters came in for lunch, they were happily surprised to learn what Ivan had prepared for them. Bella made polite introductions to the rest of the fire volunteer fire brigade, and found herself sat between Brock and Carl.

  “So did you get situated fine this morning?” Brock asked, labeling himself a big bowl of the chili. “Sorry we left so suddenly…duty called.”

  “She knows how it is, Brock,” Carl said. “Looks like she did just fine,” he said, raising an eyebrow at the counter. At the whipped cream and strawberries. “That’s a honeymoon snack if I ever saw one,” he said, grinning.

  Brock chuckled, “Whoa…you…and pizza man Ivan?”

  “I think his days of pizza are done,” she said triumphantly, enjoying another spoon of chili.

  Both men nodded silently.

  Bella finished her meal and joined Ivan at the sink. “I’d like to pick up where we left off,” she whispered over at him.

  “Gonna be kinda busy all day, then me an’ Sean heading’ out to Pauxy to do upkeep at the station out there,” he said. He groaned as Bella reached below the counter and cupped his balls through his sweat pants. He looked behind him to see if anyone was paying attention to them, but none were.

  “Be honest, you were going to go jerk off first chance you got, weren’t you?” she asked, giving his goods a solid squeeze.

  “Yes yes yes Jesus!” he said.

  “Promise me you won’t. You’re saving this for me,” she said, giving him a soft tug to drive home her words.

  “Yes ok I promise!” he said.

  Satisfied, Bella let his hues go. She gave him a light pat on the ass and gave her farewells to the other firefighters. Many gazes lingered on her curvaceous body, and she made sure she gave them all a nice view as she walked away.

  Walking into her apartment, Bella found her roommate Kaylie, sprawled out on all fours with a man mounting her from behind. Except they were both wearing clothes.

  “Umm, hey,” Bella said.

  “Oh hi roomie,” Kaylie said from the floor. Her blonde hair was held back in a long ponytail, neatly hanging down her slim back. She was wearing a designer yoga outfit, which meant her daddy had come through with another wire transfer. “This is Oshkosh, a real honest yogi. He’s helping me align my chakras.”

  “Namaste,” the man behind her said, half-bowing over clasped hands. His beach surfer tan and seashell hemp necklace screamed poser layabout. But his body was nothing to sneeze at.

  “It’s nice to meet you Oshkosh,” Bella replied politely. Bella was certain he would align all the chakras in Kaylie’s pussy. Probably noisily and without regard for neighbors, but she realized she didn’t care. She was going on a road trip with some gorgeous hunks of her own.

  “So what asana is this?” Bella asked.

  “Huh?” the yogi asked, mystified.

  “Never mind. Enjoy. Make sure to wrap up your karma if you’re gonna poke around her dharma,” Bella said, walking to her room. All she thought about was a nice steamy shower.

  Walking across her room, she stepped on some strange object. She bent over and picked up her broken vibrator. For so many years, ol’ Ricky here had been her nightly comfort. But things were different now. With a layup shot that would make an NBA scout happy, she dropped the useless sexton into the waste bin across the room.