Breakwater: Leo (BBW Bad Boy Space Bear Shifter Romance) (Star Bears Book 1)

by Becca Fanning

  “Are you saying you don’t want me in that way?” she asked in surprise.

  He shook his head. “I’m sayin’ this isn’t about ‘sex’, darlin’. Or at least it’s not only about sex. I’m not gonna just have sex with you. I’m gonna make love with you. Now maybe those women didn’t know the difference. Maybe your mama didn’t know the difference. But tonight I need you to know the difference.

  She shook her head, incredulous. “How can you love me after only two days?”

  Luke smiled and brushed the hair back from her face. “There’re all kinds of love, darlin’,” he said. “There’s what we already have for each other, based on courage and mutual respect. There’s what we’re gonna feel come mornin’, when we wake up makin’ love together in that big bed. Then there’s what we’re gonna feel for each other when we’re both old and gray and watchin’ our grandkids play.”

  Candace felt tears threaten and reached up to take his face between her soft palms. “Courage and mutual respect is a good place to start,” she whispered.

  She pulled his face to her then, and their lips met.

  The contact was charged and in no time they were struggling with the fastenings on their clothing. She pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders, he drug her soft sweater up and over her head. Even as they continued the dance, Candace felt her belly clench in anticipation, wanting him inside of her, needing to surround him. Maybe this wouldn’t last. Maybe it couldn’t last. But if it didn’t, it wouldn’t be because of either of them. There might be outside forces that pulled them apart, but she now knew those forces would have a fight on their hands.

  In another moment, they were completely naked and tossing pillows to the floor as they rolled around on the huge bed. Luke was laughing, but Candace could only marvel at his physique. Tall, yes, but his body was a miracle of smooth skin over hard muscles that contracted wherever she touched him. His chest was covered with a delicious, dark-brown fur that was incredibly soft and silky under her lips and tongue.

  “Ah, darlin’,” he moaned, when she found his nipples with her mouth, “It’s gonna be over too soon, iffen you keep that up.”

  She sat up on him, her thighs straddling his. “You don’t like that?”

  He grinned helplessly. “What I like doesn’t have anythin’ to do with it, darlin’.

  Her smile blossomed, and she shifted, sending a jolt through both of them as her secret place rubbed against that one part of him that was hardest and hottest of all. She took him into her hands then, wanting to know all of him.

  “They showed me pictures,” she whispered as her fingers explored him, “but I never knew how it would feel…”

  Luke laughed and lifted her off him, tossing her aside then coming down on top of her. She clenched, suddenly afraid, certain that it couldn’t possibly fit inside of her, and the pain many of the women spoke of would ruin this for her.

  Luke seemed to feel her withdrawal, because he settled on his elbows and began to kiss her again.

  “It’s gonna work, darlin’,” he said as though reading her mind. “I promise.”

  His lips trailed over her face and down her neck. When they reached her breasts, she dug her fingers into the bedding, and arching her back, she begged him for more. He gave it to her, but only for a moment before moving on down her body, pausing along the way long enough to nip her ribs and belly with his teeth.

  Mad with wanting, she opened her legs wide in invitation, and she felt him touch her there. She gasped as his fingers found her, and wetness gushed.

  “Luke!”

  “I have you, darlin’,” he said, his voice a husky growl. She felt his big hands lifting her hips off the bed

  “Please!”

  “We’ll get there,” he promised. “Just wait. But this is your first time, and I gotta make it right for you.”

  “No! Please! Don’t wait! I can’t stand it if you wait!”

  “Sure you can,” he said on a chuckle, his lips roaming farther.

  But when she screamed, he came up over her again, and that part of him that had made her afraid was coming inside her. Her inner muscles clenched around him, and suddenly there was only Luke as they cried out and tumbled over the edge together.

  The recording session had gone particularly well, today, and Candace thought she might begin to float she was so happy, as she helped Luke pack up his drums. His brothers and uncle were loading the rest of the gear into the van while Mel and Addy sorted the music and filed it safely away. In a few minutes they would be heading out for dinner then going home again.

  Home, she thought with a smile. Uncle Bart had bought the second house, so she and Luke now had the first floor of the first house to themselves. In the past three weeks they had made love in every room, and she found herself blushing at odd times, remembering the pleasure. That was the one thing her mother and the other women had never mentioned, and she wondered if any of them had ever known pleasure with a man.

  Candace found her eyes roaming to her husband, enjoying the ripple of his muscles under his snug t-shirt as he loaded the vehicle.

  “Never gets old, does it” Mel whispered in her ear.

  Candace started then blushed when she looked up to see both Mel and Addy watching her, their grins telling her they knew just what she’d been thinking about. She started to speak, then froze in terror when she heard a familiar voice

  “You really thought you’d get away from me, didn’t you?”

  Candace turned to face the one man in the entire world she had prayed day and night she would never have to meet again.

  The Manager hadn’t changed. Even in the bright lights of the studio, he was all darkness, from his ebony skin to his black-pinstriped suit, to his black shirt and tie. The four men at his back—two black and two white—were dressed in much the same way, though she knew their clothing would not be as finely cut.

  “Candace, Mel, Addy,” Luke said. “Come over this way.”

  All three women began to comply, but the Manager pulled a gun and pointed it at Luke.

  “I don’t think so. I’ve just come for what’s mine,” he said in an amazingly smooth voice. Candace knew under that smoothness there seethed a bubbling caldron of fury—all of it directed at her.

  “There’s nothin’ here that’s yours,” Luke said, sounding remarkably calm for someone with a gun pointed at him.

  “Don’t bet your life on it,” the Manager said, letting just a hint of the heat show. “I spent a lot of time and money on this particular whore, and she belongs to me. I’m just here to take back what’s mine.”

  Candace forced herself to take one step toward him. “Don’t hurt anybody,” she said. “Please.”

  The Manager’s eyes flickered only briefly to her, before he ignored her.

  “Saul, Johnny. Get her.”

  Two of his minions began to move toward Candace. They ignored the other women which was their mistake. Suddenly a scream rent the air, and Candace turned just in time to see a mountain lion leap for one of the men. The Manager turned in surprise, raised his gun, and fired, but his shot went wide, and before he could make an adjustment, he was flattened under the charge of a vicious bear. Only seconds passed, and before the other men could get to their own weapons, the room was suddenly filled with bears, who were taking down the bad men like a farmer harvests his grain.

  Once every last one of them was down, the Saint men Shifted back so they could disarm each of them. They conveniently found handcuffs on the four minions, which the brothers used to subdue them. Luke picked up the manager’s gun and pressed it to the man’s forehead.

  “Don’t shoot him, Luke!” Candace cried. “Please!”

  Luke controlled himself, but just barely.

  “What the hell is going on in here?”

  The studio manager, hearing the commotion, came bursting into the room.

  “Call 911,” Bart said. “These clowns tried to kidnap our women.”

  Candace lay in her husband’s arms late
that night, and tried to sleep. He had loved her slowly and carefully, trying to set her mind at ease, but she still couldn’t turn off the images of the day’s fiasco at the studio.

  At least it’s finally over, she reminded herself for the umpteenth time. I suppose I should worry about what’s going to happen to my mother, but I just can’t.

  “Hey, you still awake?” Luke asked in a sleepy voice.

  She nodded. “I can’t help it.”

  Luke shifted, letting her down carefully so he could lean over her.

  “It really is over,” he reminded her. “The cops believed everything we told them, because they wanted to. The so-called “Manager” has been on their radar for a long time, and you gave them what they needed to bring the guy’s whole empire down. They owe you, and they know it. That lieutenant who showed up promised to keep you out of it, so you’ll never have to testify. It really is over, darlin’.”

  She shook her head. “I know. It’s just that I can’t get the picture of him pointing his gun at you out of my mind.” She reached up to play with the silky fur on his chest with trembling fingers. “If Addy hadn’t…” She broke off, still finding it hard to believe what her new friend had done.

  Luke grinned, though. “Addy was sure somethin’, wasn’t she?”

  Candace had to smile, too. “Yes. Yes, she was.”

  He grasped her roving hand in his and held it to his lips.

  “We’re all right, then, aren’t we?”

  She searched his eyes in the dim light and reached her other hand up to cup his face.

  “I think I love you, Luke Saint,” she whispered, surprising herself at the depth of the feelings she already had for this man whom she hadn’t even known a month.

  He took a deep breath. “I’m glad to hear it, darlin’, ’cause I love you, too.”

  “Do you?”

  He nodded. “Do I need to show you some more?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “You don’t need to do anything. Of course, if you want to...”

  Luke sighed with satisfaction. “I’ll be happy to do just that, darlin’—for the rest of my life.”

  He settled over her, and she opened to him, cradling him between her thighs as he entered her slowly but inexorably. Then he was moving inside of her once more, and all her cares went the way of all bad dreams at the break of day.

  Dancing Bearback

  Bear Ranchers Book III

  by

  Becca Fanning

  It all began with the morning paper. Funny how things like that could happen. One moment you’re dipping the last of your toast soldiers into a runny boiled egg, with nothing much on your plate for the day, and the next…well the next thing, anything could happen.

  That was what Willow Davenport thought as she passed the morning paper to her Aunt Vanessa over the coffee pot. Aunt Vanessa had her usual facial masque of avocado, egg white and some sort of clay on her face and was likely to scare the holy hell out of anyone not used to this sight. Willow and her sister Rosemary had lived with their aunt since their parents died over fifteen years ago. They were used to her little ways.

  Aunt Vanessa took the paper and looked at it. She held her glasses off her face as she squinted into them.

  “And?” she said.

  Willow rolled her eyes. “Look down the column!” she went around the table and pointed emphatically at the paper.

  “See?” she said.

  “It’s the property section. Are you finally thinking of moving out?” Aunt Vanessa asked with mock exasperation.

  Willow shook her head and moved back to her seat, and her rapidly cooling coffee. Fall was well and truly underway and the mornings were beginning to get chilly, while all around them the trees changed color.

  “No, silly!” Willow chided, “Just read it.”

  “Ranch for sale. The Homestead Ranch in the San Luis Valley… hey hold on a moment! That’s old man Sawyer’s place next door!” Aunt Vanessa said. “So, I guess Sally-Anne has finally decided the place is too much for her.”

  “What’s too much for who?” Rosemary asked as she entered the kitchen. She was dressed in tiny shorts, a tank top and blue bunny slippers. Her long blonde hair was held on top of her head in a messy bun, and she was still rubbing sleep out of her blue eyes. Willow smiled at her sister and poured her some coffee.

  “Thanks,’ Rosemary said sitting heavily in a chair and scratching her ribs. “So what are we talking about?”

  “Old man Sawyers’ ranch,” Willow said scooping the last of her boiled egg out with a teaspoon.

  “Didn’t he die, like four months ago?” Rosemary asked, deftly slicing a grapefruit in half and sprinkling sugar all over it.

  “Doesn’t all that sugar defeat the purpose of the grapefruit?” Willow asked.

  Rosemary glared at her and added more sugar. “So now his wife is selling the ranch?” she asked.

  “It looks like she is. This is good for us,” Willow said.

  “Oh?” Rosemary asked putting her feet up on the table, and having them slapped off by her aunt, who poked her nose out from behind the newspaper just so she could swat them.

  “Feet off, you uncultured child! Willow, what do you want me to do?” Aunt Vanessa asked lowering the paper.

  Willow stared at her aunt incredulously. “Oh, come on! You’ve only been talking about expanding the show forever. Just think about it. That is some lovely land. We could finally open the hotel and restaurant that you’ve been dreaming about for ages.”

  “I don’t know,” Aunt Vanessa said taking a dainty sip of her coffee so as not to mess the facial masque.

  “Oh, but Aunt Vanessa!” Rosemary piped up. “It’s your dream, and Will is right. This is your chance!” She bounced up and twirled around tracing a half moon in the air. “Just think about it. The Outlaw theatre, hotel and restaurant. Come for dinner, a show and stay the night! It’s perfect.”

  Rosemary traced the name in imaginary lights in the air. Willow could see it in her imagination. It was what Aunt Vanessa had been working towards her whole life, and she was certain this was the time. The Sawyer’s ranch was just beautiful. It had everything including a river, a small lake and a forest. The possibilities were truly endless.

  “Let’s go take a look,” Willow said. “It can’t hurt to have a peek, now can it?”

  Aunt Vanessa looked uncertain.

  “Oh, please!” Rosemary begged falling dramatically to her knees. “Please, aunty.”

  “Oh, fine,” Aunt Vanessa said huffing. “But we’re going to morning rehearsal first.”

  The Outlaw Theatre only did one kind of entertainment. It was a cabaret show of singing and dancing, and the subject matter was that of the Old West. If you were ever considered an outlaw, then you would feature, somewhere, in the show.

  The current repertoire was inspired by Billy the Kid and Doc Holiday, who had actually visited Colorado in the 1800’s.

  Dressed in her practice gear of a lycra body suit, heels and a cotton wide skirt, Willow was ready to take on the role of Big Nose Kate. Kate had been Doc’s on again, off again girlfriend and Doc was played by Randal Somes. Randal was so gay, and it was so obvious, that Willow had to try really hard not to laugh during their love song duet. Somehow singing about endless love to a person like Randal, was just too funny.

  But she made it through. Then came the dance routines, the songs about being an outlaw, written by Aunt Vanessa, played by the band, sung by the cast, and then the big finale.

  Finally, practice was done. The theatre offered a matinee performance at 15:30, but there was still plenty of time. So the performers and band members went their separate ways.

  Willow raced to change her clothes. She flung on jeans, a green Tee, a jacket and her knee high boots. Last she twirled her long, curly, strawberry blonde hair up into a bun on top of her head and she was ready.

  She met Rosemary in the hall and there they waited for their Aunt Vanessa. She eventually appeared, hair done up, in jean
s and a white blouse. Her denim jacket had sparkles all over it and her boots were her best.

  “Well,” she said when seeing the girl’s faces, “I’ve known Sally-Anne my whole life. I think it would be rude to show up on her doorstep looking like trailer trash.”

  “Did we say anything?” Rosemary asked.

  “I sure didn’t,” Willow said. “But come on, we gotta go.”

  They piled into Aunt Vanessa’s SUV, and Willow drove them along the track to the neighboring farm. It was a good half hour drive. There had been a few storms lately and all the rain had rutted the roads, leaving holes and dimples in the dirt. It made for a very bumpy ride. Willow drove slowly, having had a tongue lashing from her aunt before about wearing out shock absorbers by driving too fast on bumpy roads. The SUV was Aunt Vanessa’s baby, part of the settlement from her last husband.