Catching the Bear: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (The Callaghan Clan Book 3)

by Meredith Clarke

  Calvin started to say something, probably offering up his den, but I jumped up and told her my plan. “I brought a tent. Unless you prefer sleeping in the Jeep.” I felt Calvin’s eyes studying me but I didn’t care what he thought. Kenzie was mine not his.

  She stood and stretched. Her shirt rode up a few inches, allowing me to see the porcelain skin underneath. In the fire light she practically glowed. A low rumble ignited in my chest, my bear clawing to the surface again. We both liked what we saw.

  But Kenzie was special. She deserved more than a one night stand even if it would kill me not to be able to touch her tonight. She was watching me and I had to pull my eyes away from her stomach.

  “How big is this tent,” she asked with a smirk.

  “Two person.”

  “And sleeping bags?”

  “Two of them.”

  “Hmmm….” She walked over to me and placed her tiny hands on my chest. “Fine, but no monkey business.”

  “I’m a bear.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “Yes. Yes, I know.” Turning to Calvin she handed him his jug, still half full of moonshine. “Thank you so much for letting us stay here tonight.”

  He bowed his head and started stamping out the fire. “My pleasure.”

  “Wait here,” I said. “I’ll go grab our stuff. Why don’t you find a good spot for a tent?” I tapped her nose and hustled off before she could slap me. A few minutes later, I popped back up over the hill and found Kenzie dragging some smaller logs through the underbrush. Jogging over, I set the camping gear on the ground and took the log from her. “What are you doing?”

  “Well, this spot looked like the flattest and most comfortable place for a tent. But there were some big branches in the way.”

  I stared at her in awe. Ms. City Girl had actually found the perfect spot. Smiling, I continued to pull the small logs out of the clearing while Kenzie unzipped the tent bag.

  “So how do I—oh!” The tent flipped open and immediately took shape. Kenzie covered her heart like she’d been frightened. “Now that is awesome. I’ve never seen one of those before.”

  Laughing at her amazement, I set the tent in the middle of the open area. “Pretty sweet, right?”

  “Very sweet.”

  Using a rock to jam the stakes into the ground, I was finished in under a minute. “My brothers make fun of me.”

  “For what?” she asked sincerely while she handed me the sleeping pads and bags.

  “They say a pop-up tent is not manly enough. In fact, they don’t even use tents most of the time.”

  She looked surprised but then her lips turned up into a smile. “Well, I am very glad that you brought a tent. I’m not sure how I’d do sleeping out under the stars in the middle of these woods.” She shuddered and I had to stop myself from scooping her up.

  “We would protect you out here,” I said, jerking my chin back toward Calvin’s den.

  Kenzie climbed into the tent and spread out the sleeping bags. Then she scooted to the back and patted the space next to her. Kicking off my shoes, I squeezed my giant body through the tiny hole and zippered us inside. She giggled when I brushed against her.

  “I can’t see a damn thing,” she said.

  “Got you covered, babe.” I grabbed her hand and pressed it against the opening for her bag.

  She started to scoot in but then stopped. I could smell the embarrassment in her before she said anything, “Okay, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but…I can’t stand sleeping in clothes.” She sucked in a breath and quickly added, “I mean other than my underwear.”

  I had no doubt my laugh woke up Calvin. “Listen toots, whatever you need to do is just fine by me.”

  She reached out to punch my arm, but got me in the face instead. “Oh my god,” she flushed. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to actually hit you.”

  “Sure you did,” I teased.

  Her hands cupped my cheeks and she moved her face closer to mine. When her heart sped up, I felt my arousal growing. “I would never hurt you, Bo Callaghan.”

  This time I was the one who dragged in a ragged breath and started to pull away.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked, a hint of disappointment scratching the edges of her voice.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I growled.

  She sat back on her bag and sighed. “Why would you hurt me?”

  “Because,” I started and then found a way to say what I wanted. “You know my reputation. And you’re too amazing to simply be another notch.” There, I’d said it.

  Kenzie rested her hand on my thigh and squeezed. “Do you mean that?” she whispered.

  This time I cupped her cheek, my hand covering the entire side of her face. “Kenzie Parker, you are the sexist, most gorgeous, and enjoyable woman I have ever been around.”

  No sooner had I finished my words than I felt her soft lips press against mine. It started off gently. A “thank you” for my kind words. But then her passion grew and my bear demanded more touching. Now.

  I rubbed my tongue against her lips, asking for permission and testing the waters. She responded immediately by crawling into my lap and sliding her tongue into my mouth. Good god she tasted magnificent. Different from everyone else in so many ways. Her hips moved back and forth against my erection, small moans coming from her lips with each grind. I growled over and over, pulling her close to me and enjoying each little movement. Slipping my hand underneath her shirt, I maneuvered it around her back and unhooked her bra with one hand.

  She smiled into my lips. “You are a pro, aren’t you?”

  “You have no idea,” I groaned as I cupped her breasts. Large for her tiny body and so scrumptious I wanted to tear into them right now.

  Kenzie leaned back and pulled off her shirt. I held her away from me for a few seconds admiring her delicate white skin and hardened nipples. “Wow,” I breathed. “So much better than I could have imagined.”

  She giggled. “Can you really see me that well?”

  “You bet,” I whispered right before suckling on her breast.

  “On my god,” she called out. Grabbing my head, she pushed me closer to her. “That feels so good,” she moaned.

  That boosted my ego and I got an idea. I would show her the Bo Callaghan she deserved. The one I kept hidden from everyone else. Flipping her over, I laid her down on her bag, nipple still between my lips and hands roaming up and down every inch of bare skin I could find.

  “What are you doing?” she asked with a smile.

  “Tonight is all about you,” I said, untying her boots so I could pull off her jeans.

  “All about me?” she squeaked. Lifting up her hips, she helped speed up the process.

  And the moment I had her in nothing but her panties, the scent of her arousal nearly killed me. Take her, my bear ordered. Claim her. She is yours.

  Was she? Would she ever have me?

  I hooked my fingers underneath the stings on her bikini and slowly started to guide them off her legs. She laughed again and I could see the heat flushing in her cheeks. So fucking sexy.

  “What are you doing, Bo?”

  “I’m showing you just how much you mean to me. Now lay back and relax.”

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. Bo’s charm, sex appeal, and ridiculously professional flirtation had broken through all of my boundaries. I never hooked up with someone I’d just met. Never. But Bo was different. He’d been so gentle with me all day and night. From the hunting trip, through dinner, and afterward when I got to see him just relax and be himself. He hadn’t been trying to impress me by putting on a show. And that’s what finally got my attention.

  Bo’s moist lips brushed kisses all around my stomach as he maneuvered the panties off my legs. Laying naked and exposed to him in this dark tent would have normally made me uncomfortable. But not now. Not with Bo. Although when he pulled away and I heard him stop breathing, a wave of fear skittered over me. “What’s wrong?” I wished I could s
ee his face because I had no doubt the dimples were back out.

  “You wax,” he breathed.

  “I’m a city girl.” And the next second I felt his tongue dart over my clit. “Oh!” I called out in surprise.

  He growled again, I noise I was starting to really appreciate. “You are flawless,” he whispered.

  I knew that was far from the truth but it certainly felt good to have someone like him say it to me. But when his lips began kissing all around the waxed area, I couldn’t even remember why I’d tried to fight my feelings before.

  “So smooth,” he kissed me again. “And so soft.” Another flick of his tongue and I was lost to him. His smile brushed up against my stomach as he breathed in my scent. “What are you doing to me, Kenzie?” The words rumbled out of his chest and a burst of pride, that I could have this kind of power over someone like a Bo Callaghan, gave me the courage to demand what I wanted.

  With both of my hands on his head, I pressed him between my legs. His teeth grazed my moistened folds in delight and he immediately began doing what he’d intended. Sucking on my opening and rubbing his nose against my clit had me bucking like a wild horse in no time at all. Holy hell, did Bo know exactly where to touch.

  “Jesus Christ, you are beautiful,” he murmured between strokes. “I’ve never seen anyone as sexy as you,”

  I smiled and then called out his name when he added two fingers into the mix. Stroking, sucking, and flicking everything that he could, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out very long. And sure enough, a few seconds later, the sensation that I was flying high rose up out of my core. I’m coming!” I yelled, too into this to worry about Calvin hearing. Burst after magnificent burst of orgasm had me pulling Bo against me even more. He continued to use his fingers to get every last wave out of me. And when I finally relaxed, he climbed on top of me and kissed my lips.

  “You deserve to be treasured,” he whispered.

  With a devious grin, I rubbed my nose against his. “You can treasure me any time you want.”

  His laugh filled my heart—deep, honest, and lovely. “Oh, Kenzie. You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

  As he inched upward, I felt his hard bulge slide against my sensitive folds. Already tingling from head to toe, the sensation had me begging for a second round. “I’m ready for more now,” I said, grabbing his earlobe between my teeth and pushing his erection into me. He froze, his tense muscles sexy as hell. I wrapped my legs around his, pulling him closer. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

  “Kenzie,” he breathed, “I can’t.” His shuddering body melted into mine when I kissed him.

  “I’m not ready for this night to be over,” I whispered in his ear. “I like you, Bo.” Grazing my teeth over his neck, I continued, “And I want to see how many more times you can make me come.”

  Needing no more persuasion, his lips crashed into mine. With one hand under my head, holding me close to his face and the other pushing down his pants, I relished in the weight of his body on mine. Helping him free his hard cock, I called out in surprise when I finally released it and it landed on my stomach. With fingers wrapped around his soft skin, I squeezed him. So big. So beautiful.

  As Bo began teasing my clit again with his fingers, I slid my hand up and down over his impressive length. His erection moved in my grip each time I touched the head. A small drop of moisture slipped out, dripping on my stomach and giving me an added lubricant.

  Bo sucked on my nipples, going from one to the other with ease while bringing me closer to climax with his fingers again. “Now, Bo. Get inside of me now,” I begged.

  The head of his cock pressed against my opening and just a small portion pushed inside. The width and sensation of his tease had me lifting my hips up and begging for more. A moment later, he slammed all of his length into me and a scream of pleasure came out of my mouth. So big.

  “Kenzie,” he said. “You’re feel so damn good.”

  His fingers never stopped stroking and his lips never stopped moving. And while intensely physical, we weren’t just fucking. No, he was taking his time to make sure every part of my body was loved by him. Something life-altering was happening, I could feel it and I secretly loved it.

  He slid in and out of me with a precision I’d never felt before. Twisting his hips just right, and moving his pelvis perfectly against mine. It didn’t take long for me to feel the pressure building again. But I wasn’t ready for it to end. Not yet.

  “Bo, wait,” I breathed into his mouth.

  “What? Am I hurting you?” He froze again, muscles taught and plentiful.

  “I want to be on top,”

  He chuckled and didn’t argue. With one quick move, he flipped us over so that he lay on his back and I was straddling him. His hard cock stayed firmly inside of me, pushing against so many sensitive spots. “Good thing you’re so tiny,” he said.

  My head almost hit the top of the tent, but I still had plenty of room to move. With hips grinding slowly, I rode his dick like a pro. Back and forth, up and down, circling and rotating and hitting every spot. My hands ground into his chest, my thighs squeezing his hips. His fingers dug into my cheeks, holding me as close to him as possible. I didn’t know what had gotten in to me. Whether it was the fact that it had been a while since I’d had sex with a man or if it was just Bo’s erotic charm, my inner woman roared to the surface and demanded to be taken care of.

  “Kenzie,” he breathed. “I’m so close.”

  A wicked grin danced across my face. Me, Kenzie Parker, had taken this grizzly man and made him putty in my hands. My lower body warmed, the tingling giving way to another burst of orgasm. I pushed against him some more, grinding close and hard, squeezing my insides around him as tight as I could. His hips bucked up, my head hit the top of the tent, and we both called out together as we came. Several hot waves of liquid shot into me, making my pleasure last even longer. His body shook underneath mine, the sweat feeling marvelous in the darkened tent and little private cave of our own.

  “Holy shit,” he breathed after the last pulse pushed out of him. With a laugh he said, “Holy shit,” again.

  I let out a breath and collapsed onto his chest. His heart pounded against my ear, slowing the longer we stayed there, pressed together like nothing could rip us apart. A final shudder passed over him and he wrapped his arms around my back and squeezed me tight. I sensed the magic of his bear near the surface. It had now become a source of comfort for me, despite knowing him less than a day.

  I thought about that for a minute. How was this possible? Could I be falling for someone I just met? We had so much more in common than he even knew. Had that been it? Was that what was pulling me toward him and into his arms?

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, kissing the top of my head.

  “Nothing,” I whispered.

  “Kenzie?” His tone told me that I couldn’t lie to him.

  “I just…I don’t know what’s happening.” I turned so that my chin was pressed against his chest and I could see his face. Now that I’d been in the dark long enough, my eyes had adjusted slightly. “I’ve never done this.”

  He smiled. “Sex? Because I’m pretty sure you knew what you were doing.”

  I gave him a small slap on the peck. The movement caused him to slip out of me a little bit. I didn’t want that. “No, silly grizzly. Sleep with someone I just met.”

  “No?” he teased, “because you’re pretty good at that too.”

  He slapped my ass and rolled me onto my back. Slowly pulling out of me, I felt some of his liquid drip onto my inner thigh. He reached down and wiped it up with something soft, kissing my lips in the process. “Well, I don’t do that either.”

  I huffed and gave him a look I knew he’d be able to see in the darkness.

  With a laugh, he continued. “I’m serious, Kenzie. What we just did…what my bear…” His voice trailed off long enough that I didn’t think he would continue. “You’re special,” he whispered, tucking my hair b
ack and gently caressing my face with his fingers. “You’ve done something to me that has changed me forever.”

  He kissed me, gently and slowly. Not all urgent and rushed, but a sensual kiss that had tingles running down to my toes. Bo was right—something had happened between us that I couldn’t explain. So when he nestled down behind me and wrapped an arm over my hip, I almost instantly fell asleep. Me. In the middle of the scary woods with god knows what lurking around outside. I was able to fall asleep next to my giant grizzly.

  I slept so deeply that I was surprised when a noise outside woke me up in the morning. It sounded like some kind of scratching. But it didn’t scare me because I could still feel Bo pressed up against me, breath slow and steady as he continued to sleep. Wiggling out of his arms, I turned so that I was facing him. Laying on our sides, we looked ridiculous. Me and my five-foot frame next to a man who could eat three of me for breakfast. Smiling at that thought, and remembering what happened between us last night, I reached up and touched his hair. It had fallen across his face, long enough to cover his defined cheekbone. The light brown curls almost perfectly matched his grizzly fur and framed his handsome face better than I could have ever painted.

  In his sleep state, he smiled as I touched him. And that smile nearly cracked my heart. I felt so much joy, so much…. love for him right now that I could barely contain it. And while the normal me would have questioned whether or not I’d been spelled, the Kenzie lying next to her grizzly shifter just filled with warmth. My grizzly shifter. Mine.

  The scratching got closer but Bo didn’t stir. I kissed his nose quickly and then slipped back into my clothes. They were in a ball at the edge of the tent, my shoes somehow getting lodged underneath my sleeping pad. Smiling at the memories of how that might have happened, I quietly tied up my boots and snuck out of the tent. The cold morning air blasted me in the face, feeling good but also making me want to snuggle up against Bo again.