by Milly Taiden
“Who are the Greenfields?” she asked, glancing at the large mess they’d left behind.
Liam pulled out a cell phone and sent a text. “They’re our closest neighbors. I’ve asked Oliver and Caleb to help clean this up.”
“And they are?” she asked again, feeling all kinds of lost from lack of information.
“Two of our guards,” Ky replied. “They’ll come take care of making sure this place is cleaned up.”
At that moment, the sound of breaking leaves and someone approaching from the right side of the forest stopped the conversation. A man almost as tall as Ky with curly brown hair and a beard long enough to nest a family of pigeons approached them. “Hey there, Chief.”
“Hi, David,” Liam and Ky greeted at the same time.
“Ma’am.” He nodded toward Nita.
“Hi.” She waved.
“David, this is Nita. She’s staying with me.” Ky introduced them. “Nita, this is David Marsh. He’s one of the guards in the clan.”
She hadn’t been called a ma’am before. It was official. She was old. She wasn’t bothered though. David probably called every woman ma’am. His beard was bigger than his face. It was thick and full and there was a leaf or two stuck to it. She’d never been so tempted to check a man for small animals in his facial hair. She bet her car keys could hide in there and never be found.
“There’s no dead animals in there,” David said as though reading her mind.
“Sorry.” She’d been caught staring. A flush of guilt crept up her neck.
David smiled. Though most of his face was covered in hair, she just knew there was a handsome guy under there. “It’s okay. I do shave when the occasion calls for it, but with winter coming it’s easier to leave it as is.”
Hmmm, probably not smart to tell him it was only the end of summer and fall still hadn’t come. If he kept his beard growing he’d end up with a blanket for winter.
“David, can you see if you can find out from some of the others what happened here?”
David gave a sharp nod. “You got it, Chief.”
She held on to Ky and watched David turn to leave.
“Was nice meeting you, ma’am.” She could almost tell he was smiling that time.
She waved at David. “Nice meeting you too.”
“What will you do about the neighbors?” she asked, turning to face the hill again.
“Liam will go chat with them.” He frowned, holding on tighter when she slipped on a rock. “Let’s go back. It’s lunch time.”
She glanced over her shoulder when he said that. She’d thought Liam was at their back. He was already several yards away from them.
“Nice seeing you Liam!” she yelled.
Liam smiled, waved and turned back to the trail. Going up the hill wasn’t as easy as going down. She ended up depending on Ky and allowed him to help her most of the way up.
* * *
When they reached his cabin, the smell of food overpowered her. She didn’t realize how long their walk had been until her stomach growled. Ky smiled at her.
“We’ll feed you now.”
She would have been embarrassed except that whatever was being cooked smelled divine. Rays of sunlight highlighted the cabin in the woods giving it an almost fairytale look. It was like looking at a painting. Even the birds decided to chirp at that moment.
Seemed like nature was trying to tell her to move her ass out of the city. She’d not had a single allergic reaction or need for any of the meds she’d brought in case of poison ivy, poison oak, allergies, mosquitos or any other kind of bug bite. She rocked!
A short curvy blonde woman with her hair in a long braid down her back and a cropped top and shorts moved around the kitchen with ease. She stopped suddenly and turned to them, a wide smile covering her lips.
“Hi! I’m Jess.” She rushed forward and enveloped Nita in a tight hug. “You’re Nita. I feel like I’ve known you forever.”
“Thanks, that’s...so nice.” Weird but nice. She glanced at the bear but he was busy frowning at Jess.
“Do you mind if I leave you both alone for a few minutes?” he asked. “I need to make a few calls to make sure Liam’s all right and doesn’t encounter any resistance at the Greenfield place.”
“Go!” Jess urged. “I’ll keep Nita company.”
“Jess...”
“I’ll behave.” She grinned.
Some sort of non-verbal communication seemed to go on because after a few silent moments he sighed and left the room.
“Won’t you please sit, Nita? Tell me how do you like it up here?”
Nita had to smile. The other woman’s grin and energy was infectious. “I think it’s beautiful. I’m actually tired of living in the city. My place is too small. I’m wanting to get some flowers, a backyard, maybe a dog.”
Jess’s brows flew up. “Like a pet?”
Um, was there another kind? “Yes. I love furry little creatures.”
Jess burst into giggles. “I am so sorry.” She laughed. “You must think I’m crazy, but up here we don’t see many dogs. You know, the whole bear growly thing.”
“Oh!” That made sense. Sort of. “No wonder it’s so quiet.”
Jess snorted, standing to open lids on pots over the stove. “Stick around here when one of these guys is angry. Trust me, it is anything but quiet.”
“It’s very nice up here though. So open and green,” she murmured. The idea of a place outside the city rooted in her brain.
“Winter can be harsh,” Jess said, picking up a glass of ice water and taking a sip. “But if you have a cuddly someone to keep you warm, then it isn’t so bad.” She winked.
“I bet.” A nice big bear with lots of body heat to help keep her warm sounded really good.
“Jess, mom would like for you to help Mrs. Roberts go back to her cabin,” Ky said from the other room.
“Darn it.” Jess sighed. She turned off the heat on the pots and glanced at Nita. “The food is ready. Today’s special is baked salmon and vegetables for lunch and beef stew for dinner. The salad is in the fridge.”
Wow. Talk about multitasking. “You really didn’t have to.”
She raised a hand and stopped Nita. “I did. You do not want to be eating PB&J all day today and then tomorrow too. It’s sweet that he tries, but it gets old real soon. I had to endure a week of it when I got sick once and mom and dad were traveling. Suffice it to say I am no longer a fan.”
Nita was caught off guard by Jess’s impromptu hug as she headed out the door.
“It’s been lovely meeting you, Nita. We’ll have to catch up before you go home.”
“Absolutely. Thanks so much for the food.” She waved goodbye. Jess made her feel so at home. As if she were part of the family. Other than Tally, Nita didn’t have real close friends. It was nice to meet another woman who didn’t appear to be a psychotic bitch. With Nita’s luck, they always started out friendly enough and ended up blaming her for their bad decisions in life. It’s why she didn’t have many friends. It was why she only spoke to Tally about her life.
She closed the kitchen door and locked it. Then she headed for the sound of Kyer’s voice. Gliding her hand over beautiful carved wooden eagles, bears and foxes, she marveled at the craftsmanship. Someone had taken a long time to create those decorative pieces.
A smile crept over her lips as she listened to his voice grow closer.
“No. We will not back down and let it go. Tell them if we catch one of them on our land there’s not going to be calling the sheriff next time.”
Something about a man being so commanding and aggressive shot a spark of lust down her spine. She was such a sick freak. God. All she needed to do was get on all fours now and ask the big bear to spank her. Or even better, lick her honey. She bit back a laugh. Hah!
You need therapy. And sex too!
She reached the massive office and stood there at first, watching him face the large wall of glass showing a beautiful view of the woods. His big s
houlders tensed. Then he pressed a button on the cell phone.
“Selfish assholes!” he barked and turned to face her.
“Want to talk about it?”
Where the hell had that come from? She didn’t like talking about her own problems and there she was genuinely interested in whatever was frustrating the sexy bear. She’d prefer to see him smiling again instead of frowning.
She couldn’t stop herself from strolling right to him. It was as though her body had a mind of its own. She wanted near him. Closer. She stopped a foot away, watching his chest rise and fall with every breath.
“Your sister left,” she said.
Still he said nothing. The way his gaze focused on her mouth, dropping to her breasts and then sliding down the rest of her body almost started a brush fire in her veins.
“The food is ready,” she tried again, watching him lick his lips, his gaze stuck on her chest. If only he’d do something. Anything. She was so close to tearing at his clothes it wasn’t funny. “Are you hungry?”
“Starved,” he finally replied.
“Oh, well good. What are you in the mood for? There’s two different options on the stove. One’s a beef and the other a fish. I don’t have a preference.”
He closed the single step between them and grabbed her arms. “I’m not hungry for food.”
Thank. You. God.
She swallowed hard at the dryness in her throat. “Whatever you’re in the mood for, take it.”
If he needed more than that then he wasn’t as intuitive as she thought. She was pretty much offering herself to him for the taking. She held her breath and waited. And watched him. The deep frown lines lifted and his features changed into a sinful smile.
“Oh, I’m taking it. All of it.”
She didn’t get a chance to reply. He dropped his head and locked their lips together. The kiss—Dear God what a kiss —was better than any of the previous ones. This was full of hunger. Passion. Demand. It was as if the animal side of him had taken control.
She loved it. The way with which he slid his hand down her arms to the edge of her shirt. The warmth of his hands when he pulled the material up and above her head. Their kiss broke for all of a second before their lips were once again pressed together, tongues rubbing and breaths mingling. She gripped his shirt in her hands, the material soft yet annoying. There was too much between her hands and his body. She wanted it all out of the way.
She tugged on his shirt, until he got the hint and the thing came off. A sigh fell from her lips at the feel of his warm smooth skin. Blazing need pooled at her core. Her body vibrated with desire for Ky. This thirst for his touch, it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Somehow, someway, he’d managed to reach deeper in a few hours than other men had in the span of months. She didn’t know if it was his genuine interest in her and what she said, all she knew was the she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone. It was new and almost scary to want him with every fiber of her being.
Bone-deep desire for the man sliding his hands up her back and removing her bra grew with each of her breaths. His abs contracted under her palms. She glided her hands up his chest, through the slight mat of hair and scored her nails down his pecs.
A loud hoarse groan sounded from him. He broke their kiss, eyes bright with a hunger she loved seeing in their depths.
Her bra came off and his gaze slowly trailed down to her tits.
“You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She couldn’t say if it was the way he said the words, with so much honesty, but hearing him say it and watching his expression fill with lust broke her control.
“Touch me, please,” she begged in a soft cry.
“I can do better than touching,” he murmured. “I can lick, suck and fuck you for the rest of my life. Your body is an addiction I never want to give up.”
He yanked on the button to her shorts, pulling them and her panties down her legs. He didn’t give her a chance to enjoy the heated smile over his lips. He led her to a big brown sofa against the wall. The back of her legs hit the sofa and she fell on the cushion. She tugged on the fly of his jeans. The pants fell down his legs and that’s when she realized he went commando. Hot damn!
“My...”she gasped.
Breaths rushed out of her lungs while she tried to take in the entire vision of his body. His very big body with those really mind-muddling muscles. He was way past sexy and into hot damn of body categories. With his slightly hairy chest, legs and arms, he made her fantasize while being wide-awake. Then there was his cock. Large, stiff and with beads of pre-cum dripping from the slit. Her throat went dry with every peek she took at his shaft. To make things more interesting, she’d swear the more she looked at it, the harder and bigger it got.
“Touch me, Nita,” he whispered.
She raised a hand to touch him, stroking the hot hard length of him. She grasped him tight in her hand, moving her hand up and down his shaft. Once she got to the tip, she wet her thumb with the moisture dripping from his slit and rubbed it over the head of his cock.
She moved closer, ready to take him in her mouth, but he grabbed her face in his hands, forcing her to look up at him. He shook his head and dropped down to his knees, moving his hands to her thighs, pushing her legs wide open.
“Not yet, beautiful,” he said in a low gruff whisper. “I need to taste you before I lose my control.”
His features tightened with need. A large brown fuzz of fur had grown over his sideburns. She couldn’t have liked the view more. He was losing control over her. Her. Not some other woman. Nita. A primitive need to lose her own control along with him pushed her to act. She slid her fingers into his hair, gripping and tugging him up to her.
A new clash of their lips and she was on fire. He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples roughly. The ache in her pussy grew by leaps and bounds. She wanted him to fill her with his cock. She needed to be his.
She tugged her face to the side, breaking their kiss and moaning. “Please.”
Dear God if she didn’t get him inside her soon she might explode. He slid his lips down her jaw. Biting. Kissing. Licking.
Wetness dripped from her pussy. She was soaked. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and fireworks went off behind her lids. “Yes! Keep doing that. I like your mouth on my tits.”
The roughness of his beard combined with the painful bite from his teeth shot electric currents from her nipples to her clit. Intense arousal shook her to the core.
He squeezed her tits together, licking and sucking from one nipple to the other. The delightful torture only intensified her desperation.
“For the love of sanity, fuck me. Please...”
She sucked in breaths, trying to keep her brain in working order but the reality was she was so far gone nothing could help. Nothing but his body taking hers. Owning hers.
“Ky...I need more,” she groaned.
He lifted his head from her breast, her nipple still in his mouth and let go with a resounding pop.
“Your skin tastes so fucking good. Like hot sex and whipped cream.” He kissed the valley of her breasts and ran circles with his tongue down her belly. At the juncture of her thighs, he pushed her legs open and stared at her pussy. He inhaled and groaned. “Your pussy smells like the sweetest honey.” He licked his lips. “Bears like honey. And I think I will love eating your pussy and tasting that sweetness glistening on your pretty pink lips.”
With other men, her instinct would have been to suck her belly in and try not to notice the bump that she had. Not so with him. She was very aware of her body. She was a big girl and she’d accepted long ago she was not going to be any smaller. Heck, she’d embraced her curves and had come to love them. But that tiny niggling doubt tried to push its way forward to bring up the insecurity she’d fought so hard and won years back.
Ky caressed her inner thigh, heating her to the core with his penetrating stare. “You’re beautiful, Nita. Every single inch of you
makes my mouth water. Don’t hide from me.”
It was as though he’d looked inside her mind and knew that small niggling insecurity had tried to worm out of the hole she’d shoved it in. His words had brought back the security she had in her body. She was hot. She wasn’t tiny, but she was hot. And she knew he wanted her. From the tight lines of his face. From the way he licked his lips and inhaled. More importantly, from the hard cock she’d touched earlier.
“I want you. I want to fuck you in every way possible,” he said the words as a promise. “I want to slide so deep in you there will be nothing between us. I want my cock in your ass, fucking that dark hole too.”
“Ky...” she called to him in a soft whimper. “Please...”
His head dropped between her legs. He treated her large thighs with such gentleness, spreading them wider and displaying her for his view. His breath caressed her pussy. He curled his arms around her thighs and she ended up with her legs over his big shoulders.
“How badly do you want me to lick your pussy, darling?” His words taunted her.
“I want it so bad. More than anything,” she whimpered.
“Do you want me to flick my tongue on your clit or suck on it?”
“Suck it, lick it, and bite it. Do it all. I don’t care, just do something before I die waiting to come.”
She groaned, tilting her hips, trying to reach his lips. She needed that touch. His mouth on her twitching clit. Her muscles burned with need.
Right when she thought she couldn’t possibly survive another second without his touch, his lips grazed her pussy in a kiss so light she moaned at the torture.
“You’re so evil...”
He chuckled. The laughter caused his shoulders and her legs to shake with the movement.
“Baby.” He kissed the hard nubbin of her desire. “You have no idea how good I can be.”
She gripped his short hair in her fists. “I don’t want to hear how good you are,” she panted. “Show me.”
He licked her pussy again. Harder. Rougher. He splayed his tongue flat and swiped it up from ass to clit in a blood boiling lick meant to reduce her brain cells to jelly.