Slade (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey Book 5)

by Becca Fanning

  Addy stood in the front widow of Mel’s third-floor apartment, looking down at the street below as traffic continued moving into the night. She’d changed into her nightgown and robe, but couldn’t seem to settle. The night lights and sounds in the city were so different from what she was used to, that even after only a couple of nights back home, they were keeping her awake again.

  “You okay?” Mark asked, coming up behind her.

  “It’s the city,” she murmured. “I wonder if I’ll ever really get used to it.”

  They heard a siren in the distance.

  “I know the feelin’, darlin’,” Mark said, wrapping his arms around her from behind in a now-practiced move.

  Addy leaned back in his arms, comforted in a way she never would have imagined only a few weeks before. She shouldn’t feel this way after knowing Mark for only two months. She shouldn’t have let him stay in Mel’s apartment with her. But Mel and Matt were at this moment on their honeymoon in a cozy cabin somewhere near Gatlinburg, and she didn’t want to be alone tonight.

  She thought of the rest of the men in the apartments below. The original owner of the building—who had been living on the first floor—had decided to sell it to Uncle Bart after all when the second floor tenant had moved out. Luke and John were staying on the second floor, now, and Uncle Bart had moved into the first floor apartment. What her living arrangements would be once Mel and Matt got back was still up in the air, but for one week, she was going to explore what she and Mark might have together.

  Addy hugged his arms about her and sighed.

  “I shouldn’t be here with you,” she whispered, “but I can’t seem to care. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

  “I’m glad,” he said, kissing the side of her neck, “’cause I want you here with me, too.”

  She sighed and turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck and laying her head on his broad chest. She might have been content to stand that way all night, but as his lips began to explore her neck and move to her jaw, she raised her face and brought her lips to his. Her mouth opened under his prompting, and their kiss deepened until his arms were the only thing keeping her from melting into the floor.

  When he shifted to return his exploration to her neck and throat, she tipped back her head to give him open access.

  “I don’t know about you, darlin’” he murmured, “but I don’t think we’ll be sleepin’ in separate beds tonight.”

  “I hope not,” she said on a gasp, as his tongue explored a sensitive place along her collar bone.

  Mark chuckled and brought his lips back to hers.

  “I’m thinkin’ we’re a little too exposed out here in the livin’ room, too,” he said between kisses.

  Addy felt herself blush, and she would have pulled away from him and the front window, if Mark hadn’t been holding her so tightly. He laughed and lifted her into his arms.

  “Just like Scarlet O’Hara,” she murmured dreamily as he headed for the bedroom.

  “Except I don’t think I’d make it up a flight of stairs,” Mark said on a laugh.

  She giggled, until he set her down at the foot of the bed and went back to work, kissing her fiercely. She kissed him back, trying desperately to get her hands beneath his shirt so she could touch him. He was still wearing the jeans and sweater he had changed into before getting into the car, but the t-shirt beneath was tucked snuggly into his jeans.

  “Easy, darlin’,” he whispered, letting go of her just long enough to pull his shirttail free. Then her hands were on him, molding his torso, feeling the hard, smooth contours of his muscular chest. When her fingers found his nipples, he jumped and pulled her hands away.

  “That’s for me to do, sweetheart,” he said, trapping her arms behind her back with one hand while he used the other to pull the front of her robe open and went to work on the buttons on her nightgown.

  Then she felt both garments slip away, and she froze as the night air found her bare breasts. No man had ever seen her like this, and she was both embarrassed and excited as never before. She was breathing hard, her breasts heaving, and she could see by the street light leaking around the drapes that he was staring at her with bright eyes.

  Mortified, she pulled away, grabbing at her nightgown and robe.

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

  “Addy?”

  She took a deep, fortifying breath. “I…I’m sorry.”

  “You haven’t anythin’ to be sorry for, darlin’. I think maybe I should be apologizin’ to you, though. I thought you wanted…”

  “No!” She was crying now, almost frantic with needs twisting inside of her. She felt herself tingling with the first onset of a Shift, and she angrily grabbed at her hair, using the pain to keep her in the now.

  “Just tell me what you want, Addy,” he said, his words a gentle balm to her frantic nerves.

  “I want you!” she cried. “Only I’ve never done this before, and I’m bound to make a mess of it!”

  She heard his sigh, and was startled to hear relief rather than frustration in it.

  “Then I should be apologizin’ to you, darlin’,” he said, taking her gently by the shoulders. “I can’t say I’m the most experienced buck around, but I know better than to treat you like I just did your first time out.”

  Mark turned her to him once more and tenderly brushed the hair back from her face. He smiled.

  “I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was this wild, jumbled mess, soft as a kitten and the color of summer wheat.”

  Addy felt herself blush again and dropped her eyes.

  “I used to cut it myself.”

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded. “I’d just hack at it with scissors when it got in my way. Misty—the hairdresser Mel took me to see?—took one look at it that first time and just rolled her eyes.”

  He chuckled. “I guess she didn’t appreciate how much I wanted to run my hands through it,” he said, combing out the tangles of her new haircut with his fingers, until the soft feathers were in place once more. “I do like your new haircut, though,” he added.

  She managed a small smile. “I do too. And I think Granny was relieved to see it.”

  Mark laughed and pulled her to him once more.

  “We’re gonna take it slow this time, darlin’,” he said, lightly brushing his lips over her forehead and along her jaw. “Anything I do that makes you uncomfortable, you tell me. Hear?”

  “All right,” she said, though the touch of his lips was doing those magical things to her insides again.

  This time, he shed his own sweater and t-shirt before reaching for her robe and nightgown. She marveled at his musculature, running her fingers over his shoulders and down his arms. His chest was dark with thick, curly hair, which arrowed down and disappeared into his jeans. She barely noticed when her robe and nightgown slid to the floor, leaving her completely naked once again. She was too busy trying to unbutton his jeans. Then the zipper nearly defeated her, but he took over, slipping off his jeans, leaving only his shorts behind as he gently pushed her back onto the bed.

  Addy couldn’t take her eyes off of him. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured.

  His laugh sounded pained. “That’s supposed to be my line, darlin’.”

  But she shook her head as she pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs. She ran her hands over his body like a blind woman, the sensitive tips of her fingers exploring every inch of him. When she got to the waistband of his shorts, he lifted her off of him, reversing their positions.

  “My turn, darlin’.”

  “Let me see you, first,” she said, staying his hands.

  He hesitated, then lifted himself far enough to push his shorts down and away. Her eyes widened when she saw him, and she started to tremble.

  “I know how this is supposed to work,” she whispered. “I mean, I do live on a farm, but…”

  “We’ll do this a little different,” he told her with a chuckle, nudging her legs ap
art.

  She opened for him, and when he reached down to touch her intimately, she gasped when she felt a gush of wetness between her thighs.

  “Mark!”

  “It’s okay, Addy. It’s just your body tellin’ me you’re ready for me.”

  When her eyes met his in confusion, he smiled. “Trust me, darlin’.”

  “Okay,” she whispered, suddenly certain that she could and did.

  She felt that huge part of him at her opening and sucked in her breath as she felt him come into her, slowly at first, then suddenly filling her completely. There might have been pain, but it was gone in another moment as he began to rock inside her in an age-old rhythm. When his lips and hands found her breasts, she cried out again. But just as she thought she could stand no more, her whole body tightened, and this time his voice joined hers as their world shattered.

  Addy lay curled against Mark, listening to his heartbeat slow to match hers. She had never imagined anything like what they had just shared together.

  “Are you all right, darlin’?” he asked after a time.

  She smiled to hear the concern in his voice. “I’m fine. Actually, I may be a whole lot better than fine.”

  She heard the deep rumble in his chest and remembered him as a bear and the pleasure of wrestling with him in the meadow.

  “I need to tell you something,” she whispered.

  “What?”

  “I almost Shifted tonight,” she confessed. “When I panicked, just before we…”

  She broke off. It was one thing to do what they had and quite another to talk about it.

  “But you didn’t,” he finally said. “You stayed as yourself. You didn’t Shift, when I scared you.”

  She pushed herself up and looked him in the eye. “You didn’t exactly scare me!”

  When he only raised his eyebrows in that way of his, she blushed.

  “Well, all right, you did—for just a minute, though.”

  He reached up to push her loose hair behind her ear, letting his fingers trail down past her ear, along her neck and to her throat.

  “I’ll never be able to tell you how sorry I am that I did.”

  She reached out to close his lips with her finger tips.

  “It doesn’t matter, now, Mark. Really it doesn’t. I didn’t know what I was gettin’ into. Well, not exactly, anyway. But you made it good for me. You made it right. And I love you for it.

  He smiled. “Do you?”

  She nodded. “Yes. I guess I love you for a lot of reasons, but that one for sure.”

  “I’m glad.”

  Mark reached up to take her face between his big hands and pulled her down to kiss her. She felt herself start to tingle again, and it had nothing to do with Shifting. When he pulled one of her legs across his body, she sat up to straddle his thighs. This time he allowed her to trace her fingers down his torso, and when she reached the part of him that once more ached for her, he took her hips between his strong hands and lifting her, fitted her onto him.

  Addy sucked in a deep breath at the sensation. It was different like this. Bigger. Fuller. And she didn’t know quite what to do. Then he used his hands to first lift her then slowly let her down once more.

  “Ride me, darlin’,” he said, and his golden eyes burned for her.

  She did as he directed, grasping his hips with her thighs and bracing her hands on his shoulders as she moved up and down on him, guided by his big hands. After a time, he released her hips only to reach for her breasts. The aching pain/pleasure from his hard grasp shot straight to her groin, and she arched back, screaming her release. He followed her over the edge with a roar as he emptied himself into her once more.

  Much later, she stirred as she felt him pull the blanket up over her shoulders against the cool night air.

  “Mark?”

  “Go back to sleep, Addy.”

  “Okay.”

  “Addy?”

  “Hmm.”

  “Before you do, there’s something I should tell you.”

  “Hmm?”

  “I love you, too.”

  Her breath caught, and she suddenly felt warm all over.

  “I’m glad,” she whispered, dropping a light kiss on his furry chest.

  “So, from what you saw of them, do you think my family will be up for another weddin’ so soon?”

  “I hope so,” she said, snuggling in. “I don’t want to wait as long as Mel and Matt did, okay?”

  Addy felt his smile when he kissed her brow and allowed herself to believe in miracles.

  Bearly Together

  Big Paw Security Book VI

  by

  Becca Fanning

  “I can't believe I'm finally doing this, Cheryl. I'm so nervous.”

  “Beth, calm down. You love this man, right? He's the one you want to spend the rest of your life with, right? Then you have nothing to worry about.”

  “I know, I know. It's just so much to take in right now.”

  Cheryl stood next to her best friend, helping her out of her wedding dress. Months ago, Cheryl would never have imagined how Beth's life would play out. Beth, at Cheryl's urging, had went on the run from a powerful gangster their law firm was hoping to put behind bars. Cheryl and their boss, Jeff Kastner, had hired a shifter from a security firm to protect Beth. After a couple of dangerous days, Beth was safe and the rest was history.

  Cheryl stood back as Beth slipped out of the dress. Beth's smile lit up the room and it was impossible for Cheryl to not smile, as well. She was happy for her friend, beyond elated, but she also felt...a longing? Cheryl couldn't exactly name the feeling that lingered at the back of her mind.

  Cheryl had been friends with Beth since they were little kids. Inseparable throughout school, they decide to both become lawyers together. Beth had been accepted to the best law school in the country, moving halfway across the country to attend. Cheryl had been accepted to the second best, which happened to be no more than an hour's drive from their hometown. While Beth was traveling across the country, Cheryl had found herself living at home to save money.

  By some chance of fate, both had gotten jobs at the same law firm, but Beth was always getting the better, more high profile cases. It wasn't that Beth was a better lawyer – in fact, Beth had often told Cheryl she was the best lawyer she'd ever met. And now, Cheryl was getting ready for Beth's wedding rehearsal, overshadowed again.

  “You're going to meet someone real soon,” Beth said, bringing Cheryl out of her haze. She tried to give Beth her best smile, but it was halfhearted. “I know it always seems like things swing my way and that you get left out, but things are going to change, Cheryl. I can't have all of the good luck forever.”

  Beth came over to her and wrapped her arms around her, bringing her close. “I don't think that at all!”

  “We've been friends since before we could walk, Cheryl. I can read you like a book,” Beth said, and Cheryl knew she was right. Beth sat down on a small bench, motioning for Cheryl to sit next to her. “Sometimes I think that I've used up all of my good luck. I've had a great career, I've met a wonderful guy, and I have the best friend any woman could ask for. Now, it's your turn.”