Bear Anchor (BBW Shifter Romance) (FisherBears Book 2)

by Becca Fanning

  There was a burst of enthusiasm around the table, and Kitty shook her head in wonder.

  It is so easy for them, she thought.

  Mel and Kitty had outlined their preliminary plans for the whole family over pulled pork and coleslaw, and everyone seemed to want in on it. Bart had agreed that his front parlor was the perfect place for an office, and Matt had an idea about a possible joint venture with the owner of a small recording studio nearby who was currently in trouble financially. The brainstorm of ideas seemed never ending.

  “You still with us, darlin’?” Bart asked after a time, his voice a soft murmur in her ear.

  She smiled at him. “Barely.”

  “I think Kitty’s had it for tonight,” Mel said, and Kitty felt the warmth of her smile.

  And how good it feels to have Mel for a friend and colleague, now, she thought.

  “I think you’re right,” Kitty said, getting up from the table. “I can’t thank all of you enough for…” She broke off, suddenly at a loss for words.

  Mel stood and gave her a warm hug. “I’m so glad you invited me to go with you, Kitty, she said. “I think we’re going to be great together.”

  “You bet,” Matt said.

  “I couldn’t even begin to succeed without all of you,” Kitty said.

  Bart got to his feet and put his arm around her shoulders. “You were the spearhead on this one, Kitty, and deserve all the credit for it. And we’re all agreed it’s gonna be good for all of us, so let’s just call this a family affair and leave it at that.”

  In another few minutes, Bart led her down the back stairs and into the night. They crossed the alley and stopped between their two cars.

  “I don’t like the idea of you tryin’ to drive home tonight, Kitty,” Bart said.

  She looked up at him, trying to see his golden eyes in the shadows.

  “I don’t like the idea of going home at all,” she said.

  Bart smiled and brushed the hair back from her face. “Even better,” he murmured, kissing her brow and turning her toward his door.

  * * *

  They didn’t bother with the lights, but let the moonlight and streetlights coming through the windows guide their way into the bedroom.

  “We need to be more careful tonight,” Kitty said when he brought her to a stop at the foot of the bed and took her into his arms.

  “Oh?”

  He sounded worried, and she actually giggled.

  “I don’t want to ruin Meg’s dress,” she said.

  He laughed. “I’ll be careful,” he promised, loosening the belt that held the dress in place.

  When the belt was gone, the dress flowed to the floor along with it, and Kitty’s breath caught when he opened the front of her bra, releasing her breasts. The air conditioning blew across her heated flesh, where his mouth left a damp trail, and she felt an answering tingle in her nether regions.

  “Bart…”

  “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he said, returning his lips to hers. “We won’t be takin’ as long to get there tonight.”

  “Good!”

  He chuckled, but when he would have laid her on the bed, she twisted and pushed him ahead of her. He landed on his back in the middle of the bed, and she rejoiced at the sound of his laughter.

  “My turn,” she said, straddling his thighs and going to work on his shirt front with clumsy fingers.

  “Just don’t take too long,” he said, groaning when she reached for his belt but stopped long enough to feel the bulge at the front of his jeans.

  Kittle laughed breathlessly. “It won’t be long, now. Just scoot up on the bed.”

  He did as directed, and she moved away just long enough and far enough to pull off his shoes and socks, as well as her own shoes, slip, stockings, and panties, before she quickly returned to his belt buckle and pulled it apart. Then carefully unbuttoning his jeans, she felt for the zipper.

  “Careful, darlin’…”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be careful.” She pulled the zipper down and felt his member pulsing through his shorts.

  “Lift your hips for me,” she directed.

  When he did, she lifted up far enough to give her room to slide his jeans down. Once they were around his ankles, he kicked them off.

  “Sit up, now.”

  He did as she directed, and she peeled his shirt over his shoulders and threw it away, before pushing him back down onto his back.

  “You are so beautiful,” she said, as she settled down over him and ran her hands through the dark fur on his chest. His muscles were smooth and hard under the soft coat, and she let her fingers roam, following the line of hair as it narrowed down to the waistband of his shorts.

  “You got that wrong, Kitty,” he said through clenched teeth. “You’re the one who’s beautiful.”

  He grasped her under her arms, then, and pulled her up over him until he could reach her breasts with his mouth. She held herself above him with her arms on either side of his head as he feasted on first one then the other, leaving her gasping. When she couldn’t stand it anymore she slid down him to lay her lips on his, taking their kiss deep, all the while feeling the huge presence of his member between her legs. He had pushed down his shorts while she hadn’t been paying attention, and she felt her own wetness as she rubbed against him.

  “You need to sit up, now, darlin’,” he directed, placing his big hands under her arms once more and lifting her off him.

  Kitty cried out in disappointment, until she felt the prodding of his member at her center. She reached down to take him in her hands, feeling him grow harder still, then guided him to her opening. It was bigger this way, and she felt some pain as she slowly sank down onto him.

  Then he was thrusting up, hard, and pulling her down, her hips trapped in his big hands. Kitty squealed, arching back, her hands spearing through his hair, as she came down on him. He repeated the motion, first lifting then pulling her down, until the pain was eclipsed by a pleasure so big, she thought she would burst from it.

  And in another moment, she did, shuddering hard on her climax, her cry swallowed by his roar as his seed filled her.

  Later, she lay on him, her legs wrapped around his, his member still deep inside her. He had softened, but he was still there, still a part of her, and she felt complete. She sighed in contentment, and felt him pull a blanket up over her against the cool night air. When he turned his head to kiss her, she felt tears threaten.”

  “Did I hurt you, Kitty?” he asked, and she heard distress in his voice.

  “No! Well, maybe, at first, but then it was...it was perfect.”

  She felt his smile when he kissed her again.

  She sighed. “I love you, you know.”

  “Yeah, I kind of figured you did. Convenient, that, since I love you, too.”

  As his arms tighten around her, she felt his member begin to grow inside her, and in another moment, she felt herself quicken once more.

  “I can’t believe what you do to me,” she murmured. “It’s never been like this before.”

  “Good,” he said, the satisfaction in his voice unmistakable.

  Kitty laughed softly and hugged him close, at home in his arms as she had never been anywhere else before.

  “Are you gonna marry me, Kitty?” he asked after a time.

  She sighed. “I think I’ll have to. Bear-Cat is supposed to be a family affair, after all.”

  He laughed and rolled over, reversing their positions. Then he began to love her once more, and she let herself fly.

  Bear Chopper

  Grit and Growl IV

  by

  Becca Fanning

  Chapter 1

  Anna was just about to walk out of the meeting. She had enough of the bickering between managers of the departments that made the most money. They were always arguing about one bloody thing or the next. More often than not it was an argument aimed at stroking egos. All the damn testosterone in the room was going to drive her crazy. She hated being there when h
er boss wasn't.

  The motorcycle riding, gorgeous piece of sexy man she swooned over every time, rarely ever came into work. This was because he assumed he hired two competent men to run his business. If only he knew that was not the case he would probably clobber them all into oblivion, but it was not her place to say a word. Instead, she sat quietly listening to the incessant ramblings of the two pig headed fools who were in charge.

  Nomads Travel Core was one of those companies nobody thought would have made any sense. Anna remembered when it had just started up six years prior. She had been in her comfortable bank job, just carrying on as if there was not a single problem in the world. She had actually been the one to deal with the account when Aiden Savage from the motorcycle clan had come in. He had been such a flirt while trying to convince her to come work for him. The truth was that she was not going to leave her comfortable well paying job to go struggle on some pay check to pay check kind of salary. When his company had become the multimillion dollar franchise it is now, he had come back. She took his offer in a heartbeat.

  “Anna what do you think?” Jake, one of the pig-headed idiots was asking her.

  She glared at him. She was thinking maybe, just maybe, she should not say what she was thinking. Maybe she should just let them carry on, but she managed accounts and so in reality she had just as much power as they did. Besides, the other exasperated faces staring at her from around the table said that they had had enough.

  “I think you two are idiots,” she said unapologetically and waited for that to sink in. She even waited an extra couple seconds for them to have a comeback. When they remained in silent shock she continued.

  “Both your departments bring in the money. Jake, you manage cruise ship bookings and air travel. Simon, you manage all our hotel bookings throughout the seventy-eight countries we have listed. Why you both cannot see there is no need to bash each other is beyond me.”

  She started collecting her things. “Every two weeks you both call these meetings to update us and then go at each other like two girls. Enough though! You are both excellent workers and a little healthy competition only puts more money in all our pockets. However, because of all the testosterone killing your few brain cells, none of you can see that. Just because of damn testosterone.”

  She picked up her folder and looked at them with utter disdain.

  “I don't know about anybody else in this room, but I would rather go lobotomize myself elsewhere than stay in this room with you both any longer. So as to what I think…I think your arrogance and high levels of testosterone makes both of you two goddamn idiots who belong in an underground fight club and not running a prestigious business like this. I for one will not be coming back to any of these fortnightly meetings unless you both get it together. That is what I think.”

  With that she walked out of the conference room and did not look back. Moments later she saw others following her lead and smiled. Enough was just enough and those two idiots just needed to get that. If she had to face the firing squad in Aiden’s office when he came in for an update later that day, she would happily deal with it. Someone had to get them straight and on track. They were all in it to the same end. Jake and Simon needed to get that. If they couldn't then that was not her problem to deal with.

  “Good job!” Kelly, her assistant said poking her head around her door. “It was about time someone did us that solid.”

  She smiled and swiveled in her chair to look at the city below her. It had felt pretty great, but in the meantime she grabbed a hot dog and pondered on her fate when Aiden got in. At least if she faced the gallows she would go on a stomach full of her favorite meal. There was just something that was too depressing about going to hell on the verge of starvation.

  * * *

  “Hey Aiden! Get out here!” London called. He was about to smack the teenager silly for disrupting his stalking tendencies. He decided to ignore him as long as he could and turned his attention back to his computer screen.

  He kept hitting the replay button to watch her speak again. It was amazing how she managed to get the two men to shut up. Jake and Simon were the reasons he stopped going to those meetings. They were excellent sales managers, but clambering buffoons on a regular day. Truth was he no longer had the patience for their incessant childish tantrums and fights. They reminded him of the relationship he had had with his brother before he died. Sometimes he wondered if this was how exhausted his parents had been by them.

  “Aiden! What are you doing? We have to go!” London burst into his office.

  The newest motorcycle clan recruit was just eager to show his shifting prowess. Recruits were only allowed to wear the MC cut after they had been deemed loyal enough. And after they could shift effortlessly. There were a lot of laws and bylaws that governed their brotherhood. Top of that list was mastering your shifting abilities. Having been in the clan for eight years now, Aiden had been here several times before. He still showed up because it was a duty he had to perform. And if it could get London off his back then so be it.

  “I am coming!” he shouted irritated.

  “Ooh! Who is that?” London asked with his lustful eyes looking at the woman on his computer screen. “She is hot!”

  “Shut up and let’s go!” Aiden pulled him by the ear, but the seed had been planted.

  Anna was definitely one for the books. She had all the right curves in all the right places. The sexy pencil foot dresses and skirts she wore to work just made it hard to avoid looking. And those heels...man those damn heels had him thinking thoughts that would earn him an eternity in hell. She was the kind of woman that you just wanted to take home and do ungodly things to her. When he had met her the first time, her curly strands, belying her mixed ethnicity had entranced him. He had barely heard a word she said as he looked in her beautiful milky brown face framed perfectly by her curly hair. He had just kept saying yes, totally oblivious to what she asked. It is a miracle she had managed to set up his account the way she had. When his business had taken off, he had found out just how much of an accounting dynamo she was and he had gone back to steal her away from a boring bank job.

  He kept telling himself that he had just wanted her to work for him and it was nothing more than that. After the first month of having a hard on every time she walked by him, he could not be in the same space with her all the time. She never gave him more than a passing glance, but he could not ignore her existence. Now watching her put two arrogant men in their place was just something beautiful. He had those cameras installed in the conference rooms so he could see the meetings. It did not matter where he was. But he was sure he was committing some federal offense by just staring at her all the time from them.

  Something was wrong with him. He brushed it away as he hopped on his motorcycle and followed London to meet with the rest f the MC. He could use the distraction of a hunt right now.

  “Aiden is stalking a girl online!” London blurted out as soon as they got to Brett’s spacious garage minutes later.

  “One of these days I am going to kick your teeth out of your head,” he said to London. The boy laughed and nimbly danced out of his reach.

  Jackson, one of his oldest friends laughed. “Bro, you just need to go tell her how much of a hard on she gives you.”

  “That would be so crass,” he lamented. “A woman like that needs romancing.”

  Brett was the next to speak. “You might be so surprised. As bears remember we tend to be attracted to the right kind of woman.”