by Jenika Snow
“I won’t take you right here,” he said against her mouth, and ran his tongue over her bottom lip. “Even though I want to, baby.” They both groaned at the same time when he thrust his cock against her belly, showing her he was hard. “I could take you right against the door, make it fast and hard, and have you coming in a matter of minutes, but I’m not going to fuck you in the clubhouse.”
“I don’t care where I’m at when you take me. I just want to be with you.”
He tightened his fingers on her neck and moaned. “Shit, you can’t say things like that when I’m trying to hold off. I didn’t want this to be about just sex with us—”
“But it’s so good,” she whispered.
He grunted, and licked her mouth over and over again, as if he were trying to memorize her taste. His erection was so big, and she remembered the feeling of him inside of her, stretching her body to make himself fit. God, he was huge, and she’d felt every inch of him filling her, getting her off … owning her.
“I want to do this right with you, make this relationship good, baby,” he said.
“It’s good. It’s right.”
He chuckled softly. “I know it is, baby. Believe, I know it is, but I want to take you places, show you off. This is all new to me, and I might be a biker, rough and demanding, but I want to have you on my arm and show you off. I want a motherfucker to look at you and see that you’re mine.” He took a step back. “And moving away from you, away from this, was hard as fuck.” He flashed her a shit-eating grin, and she couldn’t help but reciprocate the action.
“You didn’t introduce me to any of the guys out there.” She smiled when he made this low, annoyed sound.
“I shouldn’t have brought you here, especially when I knew they’d probably be partying, but fuck, they always seem to be partying.” He pulled her into a hug, held her close to his hard, big body, and kissed the top of her head. His touch was so gentle, and it seemed to go against the grain of the appearance he carried around. But she knew not to judge a book by its cover.
He pulled back again. “Come on, sweetheart. I want to introduce you to the men I have known nearly my entire life. Those guys out front I’ve known since they were born, but they are at that stage in their life where they only think about fucking, drinking, and then of course the club. They haven’t lived the life the original Grizzlies have.” He led them out of the room, away from the party, and into a backroom that had just as much noise going on as the front of the club. Inside sat a big poker table in the center of the room, the cigar smoke filling the small space, and the light hanging over the table illuminating the green felt as if it glowed.
The six men sitting at the table all stopped when the door opened, some having cigars hanging from their mouths, others with beer bottles half way to their faces. The men all slowly stood, their height substantial, intimidating, and a little frightening. These were all bear shifters, all men that had lived gritty lives, probably taken many, and lived for the danger and violence the world offered. They were like Drevin, loyal and hard, dominating, and they were all staring at her as if they could see right into her soul.
“Brothers, this is Allie,” Drevin said proudly, and pulled her close to his body. She’d never felt safer than she did with him, even if he was just like these other bikers.
“This your old lady?” one of the members said, this one wearing a Sergeant at Arms patch on the front of his leather cut, and sporting a scar on his face. He was probably the scariest out of them all.
“Yeah,” Drevin said without hesitation. She never knew, or at least didn’t understand, what the big distinction was with being a girlfriend or an old lady. But she knew enough from movies and books to know that being a biker’s old lady wasn’t light stuff. It was a big step for Drevin to claim her that way.
“Your old lady, huh?” The one that wore a President patch spoke, his gaze locked on her.
She couldn’t show fear or discomfort in front of these men. She’d asked for this, asked for Drevin to want her as much as she wanted him, and that meant she was part of this world now. Straightening her shoulders, she took a step forward, needing to show them she didn’t shrivel in the face of something different. “Yeah, that’s right,” She said with just as much pride as Drevin had said.
The guys looked at each other, then at Drevin before finally returning their penetrating gazes to her. Then they all burst out laughing. They moved toward Drevin and clapped him on the back.
“I like that this one has a set of balls,” the one that wore the VP patch said, and flashed her a grin. These men were older, probably in the late fifties or sixties, yet they looked just as powerful as the younger men out front.
Drevin started introducing her to all of the guys: Jagger, Dallas, Diesel, Brick, Stinger, Court. They were friendly, welcoming her into the “family”, and she felt like she belonged instantly.
“Have a drink with us,” the one named Court said, but before she politely declined the sound of crashing came from the main room of the clubhouse.
“Shit, damn drunken kids,” Jagger said, and everyone moved out of the room, heading toward where the noise came from. The music was still loud, but there were clearly males shouting and cursing at each other. When they entered the main room Drevin made sure to keep her behind his wide back, but she could see the action on the other side of his arm.
“Damn kids,” a woman said from behind Allie, and she looked to her left. The woman that stood next to her was older, but still so beautiful. She also had this look in her eyes, this one that said she knew a lot, was experienced in life, and probably could handle these men with an iron fist.
“This is kind of crazy,” Allie said, feeling stupid for saying anything aloud.
The woman smiled and nodded. “Yeah, these guys are always starting shit, but it’s usually with others and not each other. She looked over at the guys again, the smile still on her face. “I’m Tatum by the way, the unofficial den mother of these heathens.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Allie.”
Tatum turned and faced her fully. “I’m really glad Drevin brought you in, just sorry it had to be to see this shit.”
Allie shrugged. “I’ve seen worse, believe me.”
Tatum gave her a sad smile. “That’s a damn shame, sweetheart. I’m just sorry it had to be when you were meeting everyone.” Tatum patted her on the shoulder. “I better go get the first aid kit.”
She watched Tatum head in the back, and turned and faced forward again. Drevin pulled her closer to his body once more, and she felt the strength he emitted pour into her.
The biker named Mason and another one were in the center of the room. Blood came from Mason’s nose, but he wore this grin, this sadistic almost smile that said he might like getting hit. The other man swung out, connected with Mason’s jaw, and had the guy crashing into a table. There was already one down, and glass bottles were shattered all over the floor.
“Mason. Jakob,” Jagger barked out, his anger clear. The music was suddenly turned off, and all eyes were toward them … toward the original, older members. Jagger moved forward, closer to the younger, already patched in males.
“Mason,” the one named Court said. “Son, what the fuck are you doing fighting with another member?” Mason was obviously Court’s son given what she just heard and the similarities in their appearance. It was clear fighting with a brother of the club, even if they were both patched in, was not something that was tolerated.
Mason stood his ground, and crossed his arms over his chest. “What? We were just playing around.” He wiped the blood from his nose that started to trickle out. “Ain’t that right, Jake?” Mason said without looking at Jakob, without even sounding like he gave two shits they’d been caught.
“Jakob, what the hell is going on?” Diesel stepped forward now.
Jakob glanced at Mason, narrowed his eyes, and looked back at Diesel. “Nothing, Dad,” he answered, then turned and headed over to a member that looked striking
ly similar to Jakob. They had to be related, most likely brothers. “Come on, Bodhi, let’s get the fuck out of here.” The two men left, and when everyone turned and faced the original Grizzlies again, the tension lightened a little.
“I need a fucking drink,” Brick said. Then the tension broke, and everyone started partying again.
“I think we should leave,” Drevin said to her. “I want to be alone with you, just enjoy you without the fucking drama.” Drevin pulled her close, cupped the back of her head, and grinned down at her. “Just you and me, baby.”
“Man, what in the hell was that?” one of the younger members asked Mason. They were not too far away, and she heard them well enough.
“It was nothing, Cain, just a little testosterone being thrown around.”
She glanced at Mason’s direction, saw him look at her, and smirked in a hardened way. He grabbed one of the barely dressed women hanging around the club, and he disappeared down the hallway. Damn, she was in for drama by being with Drevin. As she turned back around and looked at him, saw the way he watched her, with all these emotions on display just for her, she knew she’d walk through fires to have this with him. The two of them was all that mattered.
Chapter Twelve
Drevin pulled his bike to a stop in the nearly deserted parking lot of the Steel Corner wildlife preserve and lake. There was one lone truck parked in a shadowed corner, and the sun was just starting to set over the horizon. The lake could be seen, and the lingering light from the sun sprinkled the top of the water. Drevin had never been one for romance or endearing shit like that, but it was definitely growing on him the longer he was with Allie. He climbed out of the SUV and went over to the passenger’s side door. Before he could open it she was out and standing before him.
“I wanted to be a gentleman,” he said on a grin, even if he wasn’t a gentle man in the least.
“Being a gentleman is overrated.” She rose on her toes and kissed him. He’d taken her out here tonight because he wanted to be alone, surrounded by the wilderness, and just enjoy having the time to be with a woman. He wrapped his hands around her waist, pulled her close, and claimed her mouth. They stayed locked in that embrace for several seconds before he finally pulled away and took her hand in his. They went up the slight incline that led to a path that made its way around the lake. He didn’t care if this romantic type of behavior might not be considered manly, especially for a shifter. Allie had expressed interest in doing this, and he wasn’t about to deny his woman anything.
They walked for about ten minutes before he pulled her to the ledge of the rock outcropping. The lake was only a few feet below, and when he pulled her close to the side of his body he instantly grew hard. He was a monster, an animal when it came to being with Allie sexually. It was like being with her only fueled him higher, made him want more of her, and that he’d surely tear shit up if he didn’t have her.
“Drevin?” she asked softly.
He turned and looked at her.
“Can I see it?”
He lifted a brow, his thoughts totally in the gutter. When she rolled her eyes, clearly knowing what he was thinking, he grinned.
“I mean your bear. Can I see your bear?”
His animal rose up, anxious to show off, to let her touch him, stroke him, just be with his primal side. “You want to see my animal, baby? You want to touch him, let him be close to you?” He was getting excited, anticipating this.
“He won’t hurt me, will he?”
Drevin growled low, moved closer, and grabbed her waist again, pulling her to him. “He’d never hurt you. We are one and the same. He wants to protect you, make you feel safe, and hurt anyone that thought to take you from us.”
“Then I want to see him,” she said almost breathlessly.
His woman didn’t need to ask him twice. He moved back, breathing in and out as he felt the shift overtake him. But first he removed his clothing, because if not they’d be torn to shreds as his body grew. When he stood before her naked, he allowed his bear to come forth. Skin tore, muscles stretched and expanded, and he felt his feral animal rose to the surface. Fur replaced flesh, he grew to a staggering height of over ten feet tall, and his hands and feet became paws tipped with massive, deadly claws. He stood before her, his bear now taking control, aware of his surroundings, and always on alert. He focused on Allie, took in the way she examined him, took a step back, and scented her fear lightly coat the air. He didn’t want her to be afraid, but he was a massive beast, and her human instincts told her to be wary.
He dropped to his front legs, moved closer to her, and huffed out. She moved back another step until a tree stopped her from retreating. He huffed out again and glanced down at the hand she slowly lifted and held out to him. He came closer to her until his nose brushed along her fingers.
“Come here, Drevin. I want to touch all of you.” She looked amazed, sounded like it as well. Her fear slowly started to fade, and he loved that, grew pleased about her accepting him. “You’re so big. I’ve never actually seen a shifter in their animal form.”
He moved closer, and she speared her hand in his neck fur.
“Can you understand what I’m saying?”
He moved his head up and down, butted it gently against her side, telling her without words he did understand her. She smiled, and he felt his human and bear fall harder for this woman. She was theirs. He rested his big body beside her, and closed his eyes, just reveling in the feel of her running her hands through his fur. For several minutes all they did was stay like that, with her breathing steadily, moving her hands over his body, and finally pressing her face against his neck. She felt safe with him, and he fucking loved that. He’d protect her with his last breath, and never let her get hurt.
“Drevin, will you shift back?” Her voice hitched, and she moved away an inch.
It only took her a moment for him to turn back into his human. He stood before her naked, his clothes still on the ground, and his cock standing hard and at attention.
“Be with me, Drevin,” she said and started removing her clothes. She was now naked and aroused, and that turned him on even more. He went toward her, and kissed her hard and possessively. He grabbed the back of her head, molding her closer to him.
“Baby, if we don’t stop I’m going to end up fucking you on the forest floor like some kind of animal.” His cock punched forward even harder, more insistent.
“Maybe I want you to take me right here on the forest ground, Drevin. I want your animal to claim me.” She was the one to pull him closer now, take control of his mouth, but his inner beast wasn’t about to be dominated.
“You asked for this, baby,” he growled and moved them so she was now pressed to the tree trunk, her tits hidden from him, but her ass on full display. “You’re mine, Allie. My old lady, my woman.” He claimed his female with nothing stopping them, no one around, and his bear growling in approval. “I’m not letting you go … ever.” He got on his haunches and spread her ass cheeks. He stared at the tight hole of her ass, and without thinking, because his bear took control, he started licking between the cheeks of her bottom. He speared his tongue between her mounds, ran it up and down the crease, and groaned in approval. This was his. She was his. And he’d take her in every way possible until she screamed for more. And Drevin would give it all to her.
Chapter Thirteen
Allie crawled out of bed and sat on the edge of it. She was still so tired, and although it was well past ten in the morning, she hadn’t been able to fall right asleep when they got back to Drevin’s house. She’d lain there in his arms, loving that she felt safe, protected in his embrace. His breathing had become deep, even, and she’d known he’d fallen asleep with her tucked close to his body. God, how had her life turned out to be so … great? She’d never envisioned feeling this happy, especially not so soon or with a bear biker. But here she was, sitting on Drevin’s bed in his home, smelling him all around her, and loving that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
She stood and stretched, walked over to the bathroom that was attached to the room, and looked around at the masculine stuff on the counter. His room was pretty void of anything that could be considered decorative. Aside from the bed and dresser, he had a framed picture of the MC, all of the original members she’d seen yesterday. But they looked so young, and she knew it had been taken decades ago.
The bathroom held a few of his personal items: toothbrush and toothpaste, a bottle of cologne, and even a grease-stained rag that sat on top of the toilet. The shower was wet, and she knew he’d been here not too long ago. She wished he’d woken her up, maybe with something illicit and erotic. Her body instantly heated at those thoughts. Last night there hadn’t been any sex, hadn’t even been any heavy petting or making out. He’d said he wanted to hold her, keep her close, and feel her body heat seep into him. It had been sweet almost, caring and intimate, and she’d soaked it all in. She turned and faced her reflection, removed the oversized shirt she wore … his shirt, and brought the material to her nose. She moved that their combined scents filled the fabric, saturated it, and she couldn’t help but smile. Allie looked at herself in the mirror, took in the bumps and rolls on her belly and thighs, and the scars on her inner arms. Although she’d always hated looking at herself in the past, she didn’t so much anymore. Drevin told her continuously how beautiful she was, how her body made him hard, aching and needy. How could a woman not appreciate the way she looked when she had a man that treated her so well?