by Lynn Red
“They’re here!” Jasper shouted as a Jeep that more resembled a small tank rolled into the clearing. “Who—” I started, and then noticed exactly what was happening. “Good lord,” I whispered as the small army of non-transformed bears rolled through the clearing and straight into the cave’s leering opening.
There was a short hail of gunfire, which surprised me a bit.
But as the song goes, sort of, baby I ain’t seen nothin’ yet. After a few seconds of the truck zooming around inside the cave, the thought occurred to me that there was something else going on in there.
“Get it on in there! Fast, these things aren’t gonna chase us forever!”
“Oh shit,” Ale said. “We need to get down, NOW!”
For the second time in about five minutes, Ale tackled me and shoved me to the ground, standing over top of me like a gigantic, fur-covered statue. Jasper dove down too, and Nana Singer just stood there, staring at the cave and laughing in a way that gave me a slight bit of concern for her sanity.
The truck with the lunatic bear cavalry in it blasted out of the cave with tremendous speed, so much so that it caught Exile off guard and crushed his left foot. The panther howled in pain, but kept clawing toward us. “Leave the truck! Come the hell on!” One of the bears piled out of the jeep, dragging one of his friends with him, and two others leapt from the back. Each of the two had a cub under each arm. “Run, boys!” he said as he dropped them to their feet. Without question, they did what he said. “And it wouldn’t be a bad idea for all you to quit lying there in the dirt and MOVE!”
As we went, one of the cubs said “Bomb! They got a bomb in there!” We stopped, but they kept going until they settled about twenty feet past.
“The hell’re you doin’, boy?” Jasper hissed as he did his best to keep up with them.
The lead bear just laughed. “I’ll show you, and we’re gonna get rid of two problems at once.”
Ale skidded to a halt and turned back with a smile. “You’re letting me push that button, right?” The trailing bear placed a semi-conscious Nana Singer gently on the ground before handing over the device. “Uh, boss, we better get a little further away. That thing’s kinda loaded up.”
“Exile!” Ale shouted, not paying any attention, even though the rest of us were backing away slowly. “This is for my father.”
With a flash that reminded me of those old nuclear weapon test videos from the 50s, a white wave enveloped us. I put my arm in front of my face which was about as useful as diving underneath your school desk to get away from an actual nuke. A wave hit, knocking all of us backwards. I fell hard on my ass, and when I closed my mouth, dirt ground in my teeth. A blast of fire shot at least a hundred feet in the air, and when everything cleared, and I could see, that where the truck, and Exile had once stood was now just a crater.
“Well,” Ale said with a smile, “I guess that’s one way to do it.”
14
It took longer than I thought it would to get back to the cabin. This time we didn’t have a bunch of panthers
“More! This way, pass that jug old man!” Roaringly drunk, the bear who’d been driving the bomb truck didn’t particularly care that half the liquor he tried to drink went straight down his chin and soaked into the already smelly shirt he wore. Jasper reluctantly passed the jug—the fourth of the evening—but not before taking another swig himself.
I, personally, had decided to abstain, as I was still completely dumbfounded at everything that had just gone down. Ale was right beside me, so when I started thinking about things too much—and be certain that I did—I just snuggled down against his arm. He grabbed my hand, stared into my eyes and simply smiled.
“What happens now?” I asked. “About, you know, my regular life? My hospital job, my apartment, everything else?” I fidgeted with his fingers, and chewed on my lip. “I mean, all that stuff still exists. I can’t just pretend it doesn’t. Ale? Why are you smiling?”
He leaned forward, grabbed his beer and took a long drink. “You sure you want that answered?”
Furrowing my brow and narrowing my eyes at him, I didn’t need to answer verbally.
“Okay, okay fine. All that stuff, or I guess those two things, do they really matter to you?”
“Well yeah, jackass, I didn’t go to school for four years and take a bunch of tests and board exams to be a registered nurse if it didn’t matter. And as for my apartment, uh, yeah? It has all my stuff in it. My TV, my uh...you know, all my stuff! You wouldn’t want to just leave all your shit behind and go off somewhere else, would you?” I looked over at him after grinding my teeth briefly. “Goddamn it, Ale, why are you smiling again?!”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Aly, all right?”
“Fine.”
“Seriously, don’t. Promise?”
“Fine,” I said again, this time looking up at Ale and falling into his eyes. “Just get on with it. I don’t want to sit here all day waiting for you too—”
Instead of an answer, he interrupted me with a kiss that started soft, with him just tasting my lips. He pulled back slightly and slowly ran his tongue along, teasing me to arch toward him when he left me, breathlessly waiting for another one. I was helpless to him, and the more I yearned and tried to get close to him, he just pulled back, never quitting with that damn smile.
“Kiss me again, will you?” This time, I’d had enough. I grabbed Ale by the collar and yanked him to me. He got the point, and kissed me so hard that it forced my head backward against the springy, threadbare couch. I grappled him back, gripping his face against mine. Our teeth clashed, and then he shoved his tongue between my teeth. I swirled mine against it, tasting him so deeply that it thrilled me to my very core.
A tingle between my legs warmed me, and then I slid a hand down Ale’s chest until I—
“Get a room, you two!” Jasper howled, then immediately laughed inappropriately loudly at his own joke...except it wasn’t a joke, and he was probably right, I noticed when I looked down and saw my hand had somehow—don’t ask me how—had managed to work itself underneath the top of Ale’s jeans.
I pulled it out and tried my best to play it off like it never happened in the first place, though my blushing and nervous laughter didn’t do much to help. “Uh...yeah, well,” I stammered. “I guess maybe that would—”
“Good idea,” Ale growled under his breath. “Except we don’t need a room. Especially not in this place. Plenty of better settings.”
*
“You still haven’t answered me,” I said as Ale led me to a grassy patch about a hundred yards from the cabin and we sat down in the cool, sweet, moonlit grass. “This is nice and all, but I need answers. I can’t just leave my life behind.”
“Didn’t you already?” Ale asked, arching toward me to try and kiss me again. As badly as I wanted it, as badly as I needed him, I couldn’t handle not knowing what it was he expected me to do, and pulled away.
“Not exactly by choice,” I said. “You kinda swept into my life and took me away.”
“You didn’t have to come,” he grumbled under his breath. “But I guess you’re right.”
I snuggled closer to him for his warmth, but also just to feel him against me. Just being with him gave me a sense of safety and security. Feeling the heat radiating out of him filled me with something I can only describe as radiance. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to go with you. What I said was I want to know where this is going.”
Ale looked up at the sky and I turned my head to his flowing, blond locks. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew he was staring into the stars and trying to figure out how he wanted to word his answer. I gazed up with him, taking in the depth of the skies. It was the darkest black I’d ever seen. The billion stars that blazed above us tore through the inky blanket with such wonderful fury that it made me wonder why I’d never noticed this before.
I closed my eyes so tight I could still see the sky in flashes of light behind my eyelids. Through my nose I took the d
eepest breath I could manage, and held the scent of earth and grass and Ale’s deep, leathery, masculine scent until my lungs burned. When I let the air out in a long, slow exhalation and finally opened my eyes again, Ale was about an inch from my face. Before I could react, he kissed me again.
At first he just brushed my lips with his, and a moment later, he cradled my head in his hand and pressed against me so hard I could feel him in my core. I threw a leg over him and sat in his lap. Even with him sitting up, his erection stoked a fire in my belly that I could hardly contain.
“I want to rip your clothes off right here and get that thing inside me,” I whispered next to his ear. From the goosebumps that flashed down my huge bear’s neck, I figured he liked the idea.
“Not so fast,” he whispered back before sucking gently on my earlobe and then stroking his lips and his tongue right behind my ear. Another chill shot through me, followed by a wave of heat that penetrated my entire body in a way that I didn’t know was even possible. I pushed my hips against his cock, groaning softly as wet heat seeped out of me. “Hey, hey, I thought I said not so fast.”
Ale smiled, and tilted his head back, inhaling deeply. “I can smell you in the air,” he groaned. “I’m not sure I can keep from doing exactly what you want.”
I grinned down at him when he opened his eyes. I felt a shiver run through him. Ale brushed the nape of my neck with his fingertips, giving me my own dose of goosebumps and shivers that crept down my back and then between my legs. I could hardly help myself as I stroked against him, grinding down with all my weight against the underside of his long, thick cock. Every inch of him drew a soft breath from my lips, and a growling rumble from Ale. He gripped my sides, and thrust up toward me so that every single thrust between us was harder, hotter, and sweeter.
“Kiss me,” he hissed, and I bent and did it. I think I surprised him because I pushed his head backward and he fell backwards and I toppled onto him, gasping as I went. Once we were on the ground, I sat up and kept shoving against him. It burned deep inside me how badly I needed him, how badly I wanted him.
Our tongues swirled together in a moment of sweet heat, and then before I knew what was happening, Ale grabbed my hips and flipped me over so that his beautiful face hovered above mine just inches away, and the thickness in his jeans pressed hard on my clit. I arched against his body, dragging him along my sex, and when he pushed back, the pressure drove me almost to the edge.
My breath quickened and my pulse raced. As soon as I threw my head back and began to let the orgasm course through me, Ale immediately stopped what he was doing, and the wave crashing against my belly ground to a halt.
When I opened my eyes, he was smiling down at me, gave me a quick kiss and whispered, “Not so fast.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re driving me crazy! And you still didn’t answer me about—”
Before I could finish, even though I probably knew he wasn’t going to let me, he held himself up on his massive arms and kissed me lightly, first on the lips, then brushed his tongue down my chin and along one of my collarbones. Tingling goosebumps rolled down my chest, puckering my nipples so that they brushed sweetly against the inside of my bra. I could hardly stand it anymore, but I knew he wasn’t going to let me off that easily.
“More,” I moaned, “give me more...please, please, please...”
In one smooth motion, Ale whipped my shirt off over my head but left my bra in place. “You want more?” he whispered, almost dangerously, in my ear. Wind whipped overhead, forcing ghostly voices to course through the trees and sent a chill snaking down my back. “I’ll give you more.”
He circled his tongue against my skin, then sucked, and then gave me little nips all the way down my chest, between my breasts, and to my belly button. Then, he came back up and cupped my breasts in his hands, circling his thumbs gently over my sweetly aching nipples. “You want more?”
Ale was taunting me, and I loved every second of it. I nodded my head, looked up at him and bit my lip. “More, yes, yes—”
He closed his mouth over my nipple, circling his tongue around me, and nibbling at me gently through my bra.
“Yes!” I screamed, throwing my head back. “Rub me, please...”
I grabbed Ale’s hand and put it between my legs. He leaned slightly to one side, and massaged my sex through my jeans as he kept on with his tongue. After a minute or so, he switched sides, and gnawed softly on my other nipple. When he did that, he took his hand away, slipped it inside my jeans and slid a thick finger inside my sex. I was so wet there was no resistance at all.
He hooked his finger inside me, hitting just the right spot. Before I knew what was happening, my body started shaking uncontrollably and a gasp escaped my lips. Ale ground his palm against my clit and shoved another finger deep inside as my quivering orgasm shook me to the core.
“How’s that for more?” he asked with a smile when the eruption quelled.
Instead of answering him, I grabbed his shirt and ripped it off over his head, and then hungrily unbuttoned his pants. “I need this. I really, really need this and I need it right the hell now.”
This time, he let me do what I wanted. As soon as I yanked his jeans down, Ale’s cock arched toward me, and I couldn’t help but wrap my lips around his tip. Slowly, I traced the lines of his head in circles until I felt him shiver. When he started bucking his hips and driving himself deeper, I grabbed his shaft with both hands and had plenty left over for my mouth.
Sliding my tongue around him again, I noticed that when I flicked it over the sensitive place on the underside of his tip, his shivers came hot and heavy. Me being me, I couldn’t help give him a little luscious torture, so I ran my tongue up and down Ale’s shiver ridge repeatedly as I pumped my fists on his shaft. Ale ran his hands through my hair, and then grabbed fistfuls. Each time I stroked him and sucked him, he clenched my hair involuntarily. Every time he yanked, tingles of pain that melted into pleasure coursed through me.
Ale’s cock twitched in my mouth, and he pulled me off. “Not so fast,” he said again, in that taunting, horrible way that thrilled me to the very core of my being. He took a few deep breaths, apparently to center himself and calm down for a second. “Not so fast. We got all the time in the world. We can take our time, Aly. Take off those jeans.”
Not wanting to question him, and being taken slightly aback by his commanding nature...though I guess by now I shouldn’t have been, I unzipped and slipped my jeans down over my hips. As soon as they were slightly down, Ale grabbed the legs and yanked them off me in one quick, smooth motion. Leaves crunched underneath my naked back and thighs as he crawled up me, running his tongue from my knee to the cleft of my legs. Over my panties, Ale slid his tongue along my slit and nestled it against my clit, massaging me gently and within seconds bringing me to another peak. When I tensed, he pulled back for just a second before closing his mouth over me and stretching his arms up to my breasts.
He sucked hungrily on my clit as he ran his tongue up and down my aching sex. “Please, Ale, please don’t make me wait,” I whispered. “I can’t take this anymore. You’re killing me!”
“You’re making a lot of noise for a corpse,” he said with another of his beautifully taunting smiles. “Hush. It’s my turn.”
Ale slid my panties down to my knees and then I kicked them off, not wanting any part of those things binding me up, and not wanting anything between me and him. Ale lowered his head and traced swirling kisses around my belly button and down to the top of my sex. He slid his tongue in massaging waves against my clit, slid a finger in and rotated it slowly. Every time I started trembling, he slowed, and whenever my breathing raced, he pulled back ever so slightly.
“You’re teasing me,” I said, giggling softly and looking down at him between my legs. I thought that I could look at this image for the rest of eternity and probably be just fine with it.
He sucked my clit one more time, and licked softly as he lifted his head. But instead of just looking
at me, he ground his chin against me as he rose. “You don’t seem to mind very much. I mean, I can stop if you want.”
Ale pushed himself to his feet and brushed off the orange-brown leaves. “Well anyway, I’ll see you later.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or reach for the pistol that was still strapped into a holster that I’d had wrapped around the leg of my jeans. Instead I decided to just watch him. “You forgot your pants,” I said a second later.
“Eh, bears aren’t all that judgmental about pants,” he said back, still turned toward the cabin and away from me. “I mean, look at Winnie the Pooh. He’s got a big gut, wears a shirt that doesn’t even fit over it, and on top of that, no pants, and everyone loves him.”
“Not everyone,” I said, “I had to watch my niece a lot last summer. Trust me. Not everyone likes Winnie after the first eighteen times you watch the movie—what was that?” Something crunched behind me, then a twig snapped. I turned my head in the direction of the noise momentarily.
When I turned back to face Ale’s beautiful ass, I found myself instead facing the distant cabin with nothing to see between where I was, and that rickety-ass old building. “Ale?” I asked, not sure where he’d gone, and starting to get a little afraid that something wicked this way was coming. Before I knew what hit me, some incredible force slammed into me, but somehow didn’t cause any pain. I felt my shoulders pinned to the ground, and I felt hot, sweet breath on my neck. I started to scream out for help with a hand clasped around my mouth and then I heard that damn laugh.
“Ale? What the hell?!” I asked, though it came out more like “mmrgrrmlgomglf” than anything resembling words.
“Do you really think I could walk away from you? But be quiet,” he laughed, “if they hear something like that they’ll probably come out to try and watch.”