When I See Her Smile (Bears in Love Book 2)

by PA Vachon

  “Trevor, we need to talk about the fact that we’re mates,” Rebecca began.

  “I know we do,” I replied. “We also have to talk about Janet. You need to know what that’s about.”

  And so, sitting there on the couch with Rebecca holding my hand, I told the story of how two years before, Janet was in on spying on our clan, how she reported our comings and goings that facilitated the kidnapping of Lauren, and finally, how she had attacked me once Hatchet was dead. I told how she stabbed me, and I bled. I bled a lot. Even as a shifter, I bled almost too much.

  As I told my story, I could see the tears trailing down her cheeks.

  She laid her head on my shoulder in a comforting way. I took my free hand and ran it down her hair. It felt like silk and was a soothing distraction. I settled back into the couch cushions, pulling her back with me. On a large sigh, I finished my story about how after Janet stabbed me, she shifted and ran. I told her how I hadn’t seen Janet in two years. And that as soon as I met my mate, Janet came out of the woodwork like a long-lost relative looking to reconnect with a jackpot lottery winner.

  Rebecca turned into my arms and wrapped her delicate hands up and over my shoulders, straddling my lap she cuddled in. It wasn’t sexual; it was in an emotionally healing way. Of course, I still got an erection from the contact. She was my mate, so erections would happen until we were parted by death, hopefully a very long time from now after many happy years together.

  I continued to smooth my hand over her hair, enjoying the silky feel of the strands, lulling me into a peaceful place. I slowly closed my eyes and listened to Rebecca’s rhythmic breathing that signaled she had fallen asleep. I followed her into a dreamless contented slumber minutes later .

  Chapter 7

  ~Rebecca~

  I woke up and, with a stretch, realized we were still on the couch. We had both fallen asleep. At some point, Trevor had laid us down on the couch with me lying flat out on top of him. It was one of the most restful nights of sleep I had ever had. I looked up into Trevor’s face to see him relaxed, almost with a smile on his face. I loved when he smiled. Since he didn’t do it often, it always made me feel really special to bring out his happy. As I slowly extracted myself from Trevor’s lap, I felt his arms tighten reflexively. I stilled, almost not breathing. I wanted Trevor to get more sleep. He was beginning to look a little haggard, and it worried me. Looking down at his face as I stood up, I had to admit it sometimes felt as if we had been together for years, instead of days. Literally it had been a couple days, not weeks, not years, just days. I was still blown away from the feelings that Trevor inspired in me -- the heat, passion, jealousy, and possessiveness that I had never felt with Alan. It was nice to feel wanted, needed. I watched him sleep for a few moments before heading for the restroom to shower and get ready for the day.

  I started the water and let it heat up. As it came to temperature, I stripped down and got in. Just as I was about to close the curtain, I heard the door open behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Trevor, his eyes glazed over a little, staring at my ass. I grinned at him and nodded my head in a ‘come on in’ kind of way. He smiled, stripped off his clothes, and headed right for me.

  “Babe, you are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Trevor said. “I can’t wait to wrap you up in my arms.”

  “Trevor, you don’t have to say those kinds of things to me,” I replied. “I’m passable and I’m okay with that.”

  “Passable?” He questioned. “Baby, passable wouldn’t give me a boner every time I saw you.”

  I smiled up at him and leaned into his large muscular body. On a sigh, I kissed his chest and twined my arms around his waist. I laid my head down and closed my eyes, letting the water hit me in the face. Luckily, I wasn’t one of those people who hated water in their face or I would be making drowning noises right about now.

  “Trevor, I want to stay like this for as long as you’ll have me,” I told him.

  “Baby, that’s gonna be forever,” he stated. “I told you, fated mates are forever, till death do us part. Like when full humans marry, but we don’t divorce.”

  I sighed again and looked up into eyes the color of storm clouds on a gray day. I smiled up at Trevor and worked my arms up around his shoulders. As I reached up, I pulled down a bit on him to get to his lips. Being just over five foot five to his six foot four was a little bit of a stretch when I wanted a kiss. As his lips touched mine, I rubbed against his erection, loving the feel of his silky hardness. It amazed me how something so hard could also feel so soft and warm. I let my right hand trace down Trevor’s pectoral muscle and over his rock hard abs to the deep v that started at his hips until I had what I really wanted in my hand -- his rock hard cock. I gave him a gentle squeeze, causing him to inhale deeply. On his exhale, I stroked to the tip, applying just enough pressure to keep him on edge. On his next inhale, I stroked back to the base, to the nest of neatly trimmed dark curls. I let my hand then trail down to gently squeeze his balls. Upwards, stroke down and gently cup his sack, I then went back to stroking his dick, not too fast, not too hard. On my next downward stroke, I looked up coyly and slowly sank to me knees. Once on my knees, I stroked him twice more before putting my mouth on him, shallow at first and then a little deeper. I took him to the root. On the next upward slide, I used my tongue on the underside of his flesh. On the downward curve, I went a little deeper, taking him into the opening of my throat, at which point he groaned out my name in appreciation. I loved listening to him like this, knowing it was me and my actions that made him go weak in the knees. I worshipped at the apex of his legs for several minutes. I felt him take my head into his large, amazingly strong hands and start to slowly pump in and out of my mouth. I continued to use my tongue, adding in a little nip of my teeth here and there. Just a touch to let him know that even though he had me by the hair, I still was controlling this interaction. That lasted long enough for him to speed up and then stop. Once he stopped, he gave my hair a tug to get me up off the shower floor. I raised myself up and slowly kissed my way back up to his lips, stopping occasionally to drag my tongue over his sweat dampened skin. At some point, he had maneuvered his body to keep most of the spray from the shower head out of my face. We were kissing each other desperately, as if it would be the last time we would ever be intimate. Trevor pulled away from my kiss to look into my eyes, saying,

  “Babe, we need to get out of the water. I want to fuck you in our bed.”

  “Our bed?” I queried as Trevor led me to the loft.

  “Yeah, baby, our bed,” he answered. “After finally telling you that we’re fated to be together, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you out of my sight again.”

  I sighed, partly in exasperation and a little bit lovestruck girl. I wanted to stay with him, but I was still afraid that I wouldn’t be enough, that he would walk away or cheat like every other man I had been with.

  “Baby, I see those wheels turning in your head,” Trevor soberly said. “I’m in this for the long haul, no cheating. Ever.”

  “I know you say that, Trevor,” I told him sadly, “but you can’t guarantee that you won’t stray.”

  “Not only do I guarantee it,” Trevor said seriously, “but I also promise I can’t cheat. Once we meet our fated mates, that’s it. No more erection for anyone but the one that the fates picked for each of us.”

  I leaned into him and kissed him fiercely. I was so hot right now, one touch would set me off. And Trevor somehow knew it.

  While I watched him, he trailed one of his large strong hands down over my hip and onto one ass cheek, pulling me into his erection once again. I wanted to climb this man like a freaking tree.

  Trevor caressed my ass again, slowly working his way to my crack. One finger lightly traced my butt. He pulled me to him, using my long hair as a handhold. He deepened our kiss even more and walked me to the edge of the bed, caressing and kissing me the entire five feet from the loft stairs to the bed. As the bed hit the back of my knees, he p
ushed me gently back and worked his way to my breasts. Taking one stiffened peak into his wet mouth, he took a sucking pull on my nipple, causing my back to arch up off the mattress. His other hand lightly twisted my right nipple and toyed with my breast intermittently. Once Trevor had my left nipple hard enough to cut glass, he moved to the right and proceeded to do the same thing. As he suckled at the my right breast and kneaded my left, I could feel his hard cock pulsate at my opening. With short jabs, he was dipping into my sex just enough to keep me on fire.

  “Trevor, no teasing,” I begged. “Please, I need you to fuck my needy pussy.

  “Not yet, baby,” Trevor said. “The teasing is half the fun.”

  “More like torture,” I whined.

  Trevor laughed. As I began to laugh with him, he slammed into me, deep. This caused me to gasp loudly in a mix of pleasure and pain. He immediately pulled almost all the way out, leaving my pussy gripping at his cock, trying to keep it deep inside. The feeling was like nothing before. On his next inward thrust, I could feel my orgasm build.

  “Ah, Trevor…,” I moaned out, “more, deeper… Please, babe, harder. I need it harder.”

  I was like a bitch in heat where his cock was concerned. The harder he fucked me, the better it was.

  Trevor thrust into me a little faster and definitely deeper, hitting the opening to my cervix in a punishing thrust. The pain was welcome, not a hurting pain, more of a sexual pleasure pain. It was just enough to make sure I could feel him deep inside my pussy. I felt myself contracting around his invading dick. One thrust and then another, and I was orgasming harder than he had ever had me orgasm before. I opened my mouth on a silent scream.

  Trevor followed me over the edge by milliseconds, calling my name hoarsely as he emptied his essence into my womb. Good thing for birth control. I was not ready for children, but I could see them later on down the road with Trevor’s eyes.

  Trevor, rested his head between my breasts, breathing heavily he said,

  “Babe, I love you.”

  I was speechless. No one had said those three little words to me without adding ‘too’ after them. I had always said them first. After a moment, I was able to get him to lift his head. I looked deeply into his emotion filled eyes and said,

  “Trevor, I will love you forever.”

  He leaned in and kissed me softly. I returned his sweet kiss with one of my own. I sighed contentedly and cuddled into his big form.

  Trevor rolled us to our sides, dragging me closer to hold me tightly. I loved the feeling of security that his arms always gave me. It was like finally coming home.

  Chapter 8

  ~Trevor~

  I watched as Rebecca Ann slowly faded into an exhausted satisfied sleep. Once I was sure she wouldn’t wake, I slipped from the bed to keep watch out my front windows. I was not going to let her be taken or hurt. She was now the most important person in my life. I would die for her if I had to.

  As I stood at the window, I watched for any signs of trespassers and wondered when Janet would strike again. I also thought about Regan and Rory. I needed to ask Ian or Marcus how the girls were doing. Hopefully they would be coming home soon.

  I watched the sun peek over the trees, a soft pink and red. I greeted the new day with a sense of unease. I could feel something coming but I wasn’t sure what.

  I was lost in thought and didn’t hear when Rebecca Ann came down the stairs behind me. I felt her arms encircle my waist as she placed a kiss on my bare shoulder blade. I turned slightly to see her eyes. She smiled up at me with one of her high wattage smiles, the same smile that had drawn me in to begin with. This was the smile that made everything worth it.

  “Hey, baby,” I said. “Good morning. You want some breakfast?”

  “I would literally sell my liver on the black market for some coffee right now,” she replied huskily. Her voice was a mixture of sleepiness and roughened from our lovemaking the night before.

  “I’ll make some,” I replied “Head for the table, and I’ll get you your first cup of the day.”

  I walked towards the kitchen, watching her walk to the dinette table that I had in the breakfast nook area. Without an actual dining area, it was a great tucked away place to eat, drink coffee, and talk.

  “Baby, were you serious last night about this being our place?” Rebecca Ann asked with uncertainty.

  “Sweetness, not only did I mean it, I figure we can head for your mom’s to get your things so we can get you settled in here,” I told her seriously.

  ‘I’ll take you up on that,” she said. “I was thinking for a bit before I came down. I want to be with you, Trevor. I love you and I don’t want to be apart.”

  “Sounds like perfection, sweetness,” I said with a grin. “You’ve just made me the second happiest man on earth.”

  “The second? Why not the first?” she asked with a silly grin.

  “Because Lauren is pregnant again and that makes Ian the happiest man on earth,” I replied as I sat next to her on the bench seat at the table that was set into the small nook off the kitchen.

  “Aww, you’re just a big ol’ softy, aren’t you?” Rebecca Ann smiled her cutest smile and leaned into me.

  “Baby, I’m never soft around you,” I teased. “As a matter of fact, I think we can wait to head to your mom’s place.” I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. Lowering my head, I captured her lips in a blistering kiss so hot it felt like fire.

  “Trevor,” she leaned away to talk, “if we’re doing the whole moving in together thing, we need to head out and get my stuff. The sooner I am out of my mother's house, the better.”

  “Ok, babe,” I agreed. “Let’s get dressed and we can go.”

  We headed up the stairs to get the rest of our clothes. Once we were done, we wandered out into the compound to get into my truck. The weather was a little bi-polar in our part of the world, and it was pissing rain at the moment. Of course, we like to say ‘If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute… It’ll change.’

  We left the compound and headed into Fall City to Rebecca Ann’s house. Pulling into her mom’s driveway, I noticed a car that had out of state plates. It wasn’t Alan, so I wondered who it might be.

  “Babe, do you recognize that car?” I asked, concerned.

  “No, I don’t think so,” she said warily.

  I got out of the truck and headed around to open her door for her. I was concerned enough about the strange car that I wanted to keep her close to me. We walked up to the porch hand in hand. I was checking out the neighborhood, looking for any danger that may be present. My polar bear was on high alert.

  Rebecca Ann squeezed my hand and smiled up at me in reassurance. I didn’t let go of my vigilance, but I did smile back at her to let her know it was all good.

  Rebecca opened the door and pulled me inside. Closing the door behind us, Rebecca headed for her room and I stayed near the door. I could hear voices coming from the kitchen area but couldn’t make out the words. Unlike my animal, my human senses were normal. No hyper hearing or laser vision for me in my human form.

  I looked down the hallway to see if Rebecca was on her way out when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa in the kitchen with someone I was very familiar with, David. What the hell was he doing here?! Reacting purely on instinct, I headed into the kitchen at a fast pace, slamming into David I took him down to the ground. I could hear Lisa yelling at me, but my rage at finding an enemy so close to Rebecca drowned out her words. I smashed my fist into his face, the sound of cracking cartilage resounding off the walls of the enclosed kitchen. I drew my fist back to strike another blow but I was taken out by a frying pan to the head and I went down hard. I didn’t lose consciousness, but I was seeing stars for sure. I reared back and let out a growl of frustration and pain. By this time, David had wiggled out from under my frame and was sitting up holding his nose, the blood running in rivulets down his face and onto his t-shirt. I heard Rebecca Ann come into the room and I turned to look a
t her to tell her to run to my truck and go. But instead, I watched as she aimed a double-barrel shotgun at David and then I heard I her ask,

  “What the fuck is going on?” She seethed in anger. “Why are you guys beating each other up and who the hell are you?” she pointed the gun directly at David and stared.

  “My name is Johnny Wallace,” David answered nasally. “I’m here trying to stop Janet and the rest of Hatchets clan from doing anymore damage.”

  “Johnny?” I yelled. “Since when is your name Johnny, David?”

  “It’s always been Johnny,” he said. “I’ve been undercover for the last three years, trying to stop Hatchet and now Janet from exposing us to the world at large.”

  “What the hell are you doing in this house?” Rebecca yelled at David. Or Johnny. Whatever the hell his name was.

  “I’m here trying to warn your mother and you about what Janet has planned,” he began.

  “What the fuck is that psycho bitch planning?” I asked in anger.