Adam (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 1)

by Becca Fanning

  “No.” She dropped her arms to her sides. “It totally freaks me out. But doesn’t being around Logan freak you out still?”

  “Yes. Especially after he almost died today.”

  When he said it like that, it brought reality into sharp focus. No matter what happened with them, he still had saved Logan’s life today. Tears came to her eyes as she thought about it.

  “I can’t thank you enough for that.” She wiped her eyes.

  “No need.” He stepped closer again and wrapped his arms around her.

  “I want to date you and spend time with you and Logan both. If you’re okay with the bear thing, I’m okay with the kid thing.”

  “Okay.”

  He looked at her for a long moment, then pressed his lips to hers. She melted into him, letting his warmth flood over her. She pictured his hard muscles as she moved her mouth against his and felt his tongue slip between her lips. She wanted him and her whole body wanted him, too.

  Beck’s phone ringing broke their kiss. He’d ignored it the first time, then the second, but on the third, he pulled back from her and sighed.

  “Sorry,” he said. “I guess I should see what’s going on if they’ve called three times.” He looked at his phone. “It’s my brother.”

  He answered, but held her close as he listened. “Are you kidding me?” He shook his head and said, “Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

  “Everything okay?” she asked when he hung up.

  “Remember that arsonist I told you about? And the ladies that attacked our hive?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, first of all, I can tell you now that they’re a rival bear clan. All women like my clan is all men. Knox just told me that they got off on some technicality. So, it looks like no justice will be served after all.”

  He narrowed his eyes in disgust.

  “I’m sorry. That’s really awful.”

  “Yeah.” He sighed. “I should get home and talk to them. We have to figure out what we’re going to do. How we’re going to protect ourselves from them.”

  She nodded. “Sure. I understand.”

  “I’ll call you later. And I really will this time. I want to make sure Logan is still okay anyway. And maybe we’ll go out this week?”

  “I’d love to.”

  He kissed her again, more briefly this time, then got in his car and drove off.

  Harmony turned into Rachel’s driveway and stopped the car, then got Logan out.

  “But I want to see Beck, too,” he whined. “It’s not fair!”

  “Logan, you got to play with Beck all weekend, and several times the week before. You’ll see him soon, okay? But we need to have some time alone tonight. Some grown up time.”

  Logan stuck his lip out. “Fine.”

  “You’ll get to play with Rachel all night. You love sleepovers.”

  “Will I get to stay up late?”

  “I’m sure Rachel will let you stay up a little late.”

  His frown faded. “Okay!” He ran toward the house.

  “Hey guys,” Rachel said, opening the door.

  “Thank you so much, Rach.” Harmony gave her a quick hug and set Logan’s bag down in the hall. “I owe you big time.”

  “Uh huh,” Rachel said, grinning. “You owe me steamy details of your night with McHunky.”

  Harmony chuckled. “It seems like we’ve been waiting so long for this night.”

  “It’s been two months,” Rachel said, “That is kind of long.”

  “I know. It’s just been tricky. I didn’t want us to have to rush or worry about waking Logan for our first time, you know?”

  Rachel wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh, I know. I just hope he’s as amazing in bed as he looks like he’d be. And maybe he’ll have to hook me up with one of his business partners. Those men are all huge and buff.”

  Harmony hugged her again, then squeezed Logan tight. “Be good,” she said to him. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “First one to the Xbox gets to choose the game!” Rachel said.

  Logan ran into the other room and Rachel followed, waving goodbye to Harmony.

  Harmony drove home and changed. She’d picked out this outfit just for tonight, but now that she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, she felt a little nervous. She hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time and this lingerie left her feeling very exposed.

  But, it was Beck. Beck, who she’d gotten to know over the last two months, who’d become close to Logan and loved hanging out with him. Beck, who’d even watched Logan one night so Rachel and Harmony could have a girls’ night out. Beck, who she was not only going to bring into her bedroom tonight for the first time, but who she was also going to say “I love you” to tonight. She hadn’t said those words or felt like this in a really long time, either.

  There was a knock at her door, and her heart leapt. She was so filled with anticipation, her palms were already sweating. She opened the door slowly, revealing herself a little bit at a time.

  Beck stood watching with a smile of pure desire on his face. When the door was fully open, he took his time looking her up and down.

  “Dang, you are hot,” he said. He stepped into the house and closed the door behind him. “I almost can’t even look at you, you’re so hot.” He adjusted the crotch of his jeans. “You’ve already got me hard.”

  She smiled and walked backwards into the bedroom. He followed her and once they were in her room, he closed the door and wrapped her in a tight embrace. He pressed her back to the wall and kissed her.

  His body pressed against hers, trapping her between the hard wall and his hard cock. Her head felt light with desire, and every inch of her body longed for him.

  “It’s been so long,” she whispered.

  “We’ll take it slow.”

  “I don’t think I want you to.” She lifted his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. She ran her fingers along his muscles, stopping to pinch his nipples.

  He raised an eyebrow at her and reached out to do the same. She squirmed and bit her lip.

  “Do you like that?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “How about this?” He dragged his fingers down and slid them under her panties, then slipped his finger inside her.

  She let out a moan. “Yes,” she said.

  He pushed her panties to the ground and moved her legs farther apart. “You’re so wet already,” he said.

  “That’s because I want you so badly.”

  She unzipped his jeans and pushed them to the ground. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and took his hard cock into her mouth.

  As she stroked and sucked him, he leaned against the wall with one hand, his other hand on top of her head. “That feels so good,” he said.

  “Good.” She stood up and kissed him.

  Then, she wrapped one leg around his waist. She was still pressed back against the wall. She pushed her shoulder back and thrust her hips forward, letting his dick slid between her wet lips. He rubbed against her clit, sending tingling waves through her body.

  He growled softly in her ear. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you right now. Foreplay time is over.”

  He picked her up and pressed her whole back against the wall. Then he thrust his cock inside her, making her cry out in pleasure.

  He held her ass and moved her up and down on his dick, using the wall to press inside her deeper.

  “You feel so good,” she said. “Harder.”

  He obliged by thrusting in deeper and faster, slamming against her as hard as he could.

  “You’re going to make me cum any second,” he said.

  But she cried out right then as the waves of pleasure rushed over her. She was dizzy with the feeling.

  He thrust in several more times, moaned loudly, then held her close to him, panting and leaning against the wall for support.

  After a minute, he pushed off from the wall and carried her to the bed.

  “That
was so good,” she said, panting.

  “I agree.”

  He pulled her body close to his, curling around her so her back was against his chest.

  They lay like that for a long while. He let his fingers trail over her breasts and nipples, rubbing them between his fingertips until they grew hard.

  He reached down and stroked her clit gently and she moaned. He spread her wetness around her and lifted her leg up and back so it lay over his.

  He was hard again and he pressed his dick against her, rubbing the tip around to get it wet, then slipped it inside her.

  She gasped in the sudden pleasure, then let out a moan. She pushed her hips back into him, moving him deeper inside her.

  He rubbed circles around her clit as he moved in and out of her, slowly this time.

  They moved together, gently forward and back, letting the feeling of touching each other take over them. The sensation built slowly until she reached back and gripped his hips, pulling him forward and she cried out in orgasm. He finished a few moments later.

  He wrapper her in his arms again and held her close.

  “I think I could do that for the rest of my life,” he said.

  She turned to face him, her legs tangled in his. “I wanted to tell you something tonight. I’ve been waiting for just the right moment.”

  “What is it?”

  She touched her forehead to his and said, “I love you.”

  He closed his eyes and his mouth spread slowly into a wide smile. “Really?”

  She nodded.

  “Tell me again.”

  “I love you,” she said.

  “It’s been so long since I heard that. It feels so good.” He kissed her, then looked into her eyes. “I’m in love with you.”

  She let her fingers slip into his hair. “It’s been a long time since I heard that, too.”

  “Don’t think this is weird of me, but I love Logan, too.”

  “Really?”

  Tears came to her eyes at this. It was one thing for him to say he loved her, but to love her son as well?

  “Thank you for convincing me to give him a chance. You’re right. Hanging around kids isn’t nearly as scary as I thought it’d be.”

  “Neither is hanging out with a bear.”

  He chuckled. “Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

  “Same.”

  He closed his eyes and she closed hers and they drifted off to sleep, tangled in each other’s hearts.

  Hart

  Bear Dating Agency IV

  by

  Becca Fanning

  “Oh my God, Elise, he’s perfect.”

  Jane Walsh leaned carefully on the edge of the hewn wooden crib, peering in with a lump in her throat. The baby boy was tiny, a perfect replica of humanity in every way. Tiny hands with tiny fingers, tiny lips that blew bubbles as he breathed. He even had tiny dark, hairs starting to sprout from his scalp. He was two weeks old, peaceful and perfect. And, when he opened his eyes to look at Jane, they shone with a ring of glittering gold.

  “Say hello to Isaak Best,” Elise told her brightly.

  Elise had been working less and less in the run-up to giving birth, and Jane hadn’t seen her for more than a month by the time she came to visit Fairhaven Park. Now, Jane could see that it was all so worth it, the slowing down, the taking time to create and care for something so beautiful. It stirred her heart into a warm, deep sensation, and she found herself watching little Isaak with a wistful smile on her face.

  “You want one, don’t you?” Elise asked her.

  Jane turned, eyeing up her favorite client carefully. Elise was glowing with all the charms of new motherhood, despite the tired shadows lurking beneath her eyes. Jane was more than just Elise’s agent, she had grown to be a dear friend to the slightly younger woman. She weighed up her options for answering the big question, and nodded slowly.

  “Sure I do,” Jane replied, “but that involves meeting a man, making commitments. It just takes so much time, Elise. It’s time I don’t have right now.”

  Even as she spoke, Jane couldn’t help but glance at her cell phone, which she’d kept one hand on in her pocket the whole time since she’d left LA. It was on silent for baby Isaak’s benefit, but the emails and instant messages were already piling up. Every five minutes, someone somewhere had a crisis for her to solve. She felt the wistful feeling leave her, a wave of stress returning to turn her body tense.

  “But when will you ever have time, if you don’t stop and look once in a while?” Elise challenged. “Why don’t you call Karina Vasquez? Her agency sent me up here in the first place, remember?”

  Jane shook her head at once.

  “Not everyone can be as lucky as you and Dietrich,” she insisted. She glanced at her phone again. “I really ought to check this. Do you mind?”

  Elise gave a sigh, which seemed to signal that she did mind, but Jane started to move away from the crib all the same. Her steps were heavy as she walked away, and at the door she looked back on the scene of a happy mother, and a woman in love.

  “I…” Jane began sadly, but she couldn’t let go of what she really wanted to say. “I’m just here for the week, working out-of-office, to see you and get to know Isaak. Love just isn’t on my schedule right now. It’s not like I can just expect a man to fall out of the sky and-”

  The door hit Jane square in the chest, and she stumbled backwards. Baby Isaak began to bawl at once, filling the room with the shrill cry of shock. Jane shrieked too, for as the door swung open, a tall, muscular man crash-landed at her feet. He had rolled his head into his arms to prevent any damage, and beyond him the hatch to the Rangers’ Lodge attic was wide open. His collapsed ladder had sent him flying towards the bedroom, and he looked up into Jane’s eyes with a sudden awareness.

  His eyes were golden, shimmering like all those of the Best shifter clan, and when he grinned shyly, his teeth were gleaming. He flicked a strand of dark blonde hair from his face, and gave a small, apologetic shrug.

  “That’s what you get for daydreaming on a ladder, I guess,” he mused.

  “Jane,” Elise said, a wry smile playing at her lips, “this is Hart, Dietrich’s cousin. I don’t think you’ve met.”

  She could have stayed and talked to Hart, but the messages were plaguing the back of Jane’s mind. He was handsome, like all the Best boys were, but also boyish in his clumsiness despite being one of the eldest. Hartwin Best. Jane loved the German name. It was a wrench to excuse herself and head downstairs, seeking out a decent cell signal, but it had to be done. People in the city were depending on her, and she wasn’t the type to let them down.

  She walked several yards from the huge, ornate frontage of the Rangers’ Lodge, down towards the edge of the woods. It was mid-morning, which meant that the world of offices and phone banks Jane had left behind was just starting to get into full swing. She flicked through the emails on her phone, browsing for the ones which needed urgent replies. Then she stood with the cell glued to her ear, listening to voicemail after voicemail about this, that and the other. Which models were going to get the new Chanel campaign, what shoes should be bought in for the latest ingénue to wear. It was dry stuff, but it really mattered. It could be the difference between whether Jane still had a job this time next year or not.