Smokejumpers Werebear 5: Keene and Chloe

by Kim Fox

  “I like them like this,” she said. The colors were muted in the night sky. The flowers were hiding their true beauty in a show of humbleness. Chloe never liked things too flashy.

  Keene raised his eyebrows like a little kid about to ask for something. “So…” he said. “There’s not much to do around here…”

  “And?”

  He grinned and pulled her closer. “Maybe we could make out…to pass the time?”

  She pushed away playfully. “No. I’m fine enjoying the view.”

  “Okay,” he said, letting her go and crossing her arms. “You let me know when you’re done.” He looked at his wrist pretending he had a watch on.

  Chloe breathed in the cool night air, a wonderful floral scent filling the valley. The stars were popping into view the longer she looked at the sky.

  “Almost done?” he asked.

  “No,” she said, trying not to laugh.

  “Don’t forget that tree over there,” he said, pointing into the forest.

  “I’m not there yet,” she said, still looking up. “I have to admire every star first.”

  “Great,” he groaned. “All five hundred trillion of them.” He sat down on the ground. Only his head was sticking out of the flowers. “I’m just going to take a nap. You let me know when you’re ready.” He disappeared into the flowers as he lay down. “And don’t let me sleep too long or I’ll get morning breath. And I want to be fresh for our make out session.”

  She chuckled and looked back at the moon. Keene had been the first person that she ever told what happened to her Dad who believed her. He hadn’t laughed at her or looked at her funny. He didn’t listen with a nervous expression or ask ‘what really happened?’ He didn’t judge her or call her crazy. He just listened. And was there for her. And was comforting.

  And now she had fallen for him.

  She sat down beside him and looked at his face. His eyes were closed with his arms behind his head. “Ready?” he asked, never opening them.

  She leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips.

  “Ready,” she said.

  He opened his eyes and smiled at her. She wouldn’t get sick of that smile. That was for sure.

  She leaned back down and kissed him with an open mouth. She slid her tongue in between his lips and tasted him.

  He brushed his hand down her arm. His touch was so delicate for someone so big and powerful. It was sexy the way that he was so rough and rugged with everyone else but so gentle with her. It made her feel special. Like a priceless vase that needed protecting.

  She placed her hand on his chest to steady herself and it vibrated under her. His inner bear was rumbling. She smiled on his lips.

  She ran her hand down to his stomach and felt the deep ridges of his abs through his t-shirt.

  Keene shifted his weight and placed his hands on her with a firm grip. He rolled her over until she was lying on the ground and he was leaning over her body. He kissed her hard and passionate. She moved her chin to keep up.

  He grazed her cheek with the back of his fingers and brushed his hand down past her chin, and down the side of her neck. Her nipples tingled as his hand continued down her chest, in between her breasts. Her body stiffened as his hands made their way to her stomach. She had a soft stomach and didn’t like anyone touching or looking at it. His hand raked over it and he kissed her harder and moaned into her mouth as he approached her belly button.

  Some guys were really attracted to larger girls. Chloe wondered if Keene was one of them.

  His hand slid over the belt buckle of her shorts and then turned to the side. He continued down, his fingers leading the way, onto her pelvis. Her pussy trembled as he made his way down her leg, so close to her privates.

  Her body relaxed again as he rubbed his hand down the inside of her thigh and down to her knee.

  Chloe pulled her mouth away from his and wiped the wetness from under her lip. “Your aim isn’t very good,” she said with a smile. “You missed all of the fun parts.”

  He brought his hand back up to her cheek. “Let me try again.”

  Keene kissed her once more as his hand slid back down. She arched her back as his hand reached her chest. He ran his hand down the top of her breast and cupped it. Her nipple hardened under his palm.

  His hands were so big. She wondered how big the rest of him was.

  She moaned as he moved past her breast and continued down. He brushed over her stomach and this time she stayed relaxed. He seemed so turned on by her body. She could feel his erection against her thigh.

  His hand glided over her belt buckle and his fingers pressed down the apex of her legs with enough pressure to make her moan.

  “Is that better?” he asked, pressing his lips back to hers as soon as he finished talking. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her taste.

  She stroked his tongue with hers as she nodded.

  He slid his fingers back and forth over her pussy and her hips moved to his rhythm.

  She moved her head to the side and gasped for air as her breaths became shorter and faster. She glanced over at the moon, shining its light on the two lovers. She had never had sex outside before but there was nowhere she would rather be. This was natural and erotic and it beat a bed any day.

  His fingers left her mound to unbuckle her belt. She was so wet. He struggled to get it open and she pushed his hand away impatiently. She ripped it loose as Keene shifted onto his knees.

  He unzipped her shorts and hooked his fingers into the waistband. She gasped and held her breath as he slid her shorts and underwear down her legs. Chloe had always been self conscious, usually choosing to do this in the dark, but for some reason it felt so right. She trusted Keene and she wanted him to see her.

  He slipped her shorts and underwear off of her feet and held her knees in his firm grip. His bear grumbled as he pulled her legs apart, spreading her wide open before him.

  She watched his expression. He stared with hungry eyes as he bit his lip. He inhaled long and hard, and then lowered his head down.

  Chloe loved to get eaten out but she always felt guilty, like the guy was doing it out of necessity or repaying the favor of a blow job.

  “You don’t have to,” she moaned. “It’s okay.”

  “Are you kidding?” he said, staring between her spread legs. “I have been wanting to do this since I first saw you in the street.”

  “Really?” she asked. Guys weren’t usually attracted to her from the start.

  “In those gray pants that hugged your thighs,” he moaned. “I’ve been wanting to taste you.” He lowered his head.

  Chloe gasped and arched her back as his tongue touched her. She was so wet for him and he licked it up with excitement.

  His tongue was everywhere, tickling her, caressing her, stroking her. He traveled from her pussy lips to her hole to her aching clit.

  She lifted her head off the ground, her face contorted in arousal when he sucked on her clit. Her legs started shaking. He held them up. The wildflowers tickled her feet.

  Time melted away as he worked.

  She slammed her head back on the ground as her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Orgasmic shock waves shot through her body as his swift tongue worked her and she felt like she was about to come.

  She whined as he removed his tongue, abruptly, without warning. “We’re going to come together,” he said, sliding off his shirt.

  His chest was the size of two men. Chloe had seen it before but it never lit fire to her insides like it did right then. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down.

  Chloe leaned up and looked down her body at his erection. Her head dropped back down and she closed her eyes. He was bigger than she thought.

  He crawled over her, his massive body, intimidating and sprawling. He towered over her and her eyes were somewhere near his nipples.

  The tip of his penis pressed against her lips and she moaned into his chest as he guided his cock inside her. Her pussy burned as he slid i
nside.

  Now she knew why he started with oral. A girl had to be sopping wet to get that thing inside her.

  It was so big, stretching her from the inside. She had a flashback of her first time. His size made her feel like a virgin again.

  He moaned as he pushed all the way inside her. His pelvis pressed on her clit and she felt herself close to the edge again.

  She spread her legs as far apart as her tendons would allow and he began to thrust in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around his large body. His torso was so wide that her hands couldn’t reach each other.

  He grunted and gasped as he fucked her. His chest was grumbling above her, his bear enjoying the claiming of his mate.

  “I love you,” he said between grunts.

  “I love you too,” she said back without hesitation. She had never said those words before and it was too quick but she didn’t take them back. That was how she felt.

  The slight pain subsided and she leaned back and closed her eyes. It felt good. It had been way too long since the last guy. And she couldn’t help but feel that it would be a long time until another guy, if ever. Something told her that Keene was going to be around for awhile.

  “Your body is perfect,” he whispered, as he fucked her. “Your curves drive me crazy. They make me so hard.”

  She rocked her hips in time with his.

  “I’ve been picturing your naked body for two days.” He thrust deep inside her. He pushed himself up on his hands and pulled up her shirt and bra. Her nipples were hard and stiff. Chloe moaned as he sucked on them.

  “I could do this all day,” he said, between grunts. “I could fuck you forever.”

  She could live with that.

  His back muscles became taut and firm as his grunts became louder. “I’m going to come,” he said, holding his breath. His last thrusts were harder and deeper.

  Her clit was throbbing, her pussy so sensitive. The sound of him reaching orgasm was so hot that it triggered hers.

  Waves of heated pleasure erupted from her clit and flowed through her body. She pulled his body into hers and dug the side of her face into his chest as she came. She screamed his name as he filled her tunnel with his seed.

  He was breathing so heavy and his arms were shaking. His heavy body buckled under his arms.

  He held her as he rolled over onto his back. He kept her pinned to his body. He was softening inside her but it still felt good.

  “I didn’t want to crush you,” he said out of breath.

  She gasped. She felt like she just climbed a mountain with no oxygen. “I appreciate that.”

  She rested her cheek on his vibrating chest. His skin was sticky from sweat but she didn’t mind. His bear was purring inside him.

  “I can hear your bear.”

  “He likes you,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

  “I like him too.”

  “I meant what I said before.”

  Chloe smiled on his chest. He was still inside her, keeping her warm.

  She ran her fingers down his ribs. “Me too.”

  “Come here,” he whispered.

  She looked up and he reached down and kissed her on the lips. She felt him hardening inside her as she stroked his tongue with hers.

  This was turning into a great night.

  seven

  Chloe waved to the pickup trucks as they headed down the path, kicking up clouds of dust. She covered her eyes as the strong wind blew the dust clouds over her. Keene was hanging out of the window up to his waist waving as if he was leaving on the Titanic.

  The Crew was heading out to breakfast at the diner where Alexi worked. Keene had begged her to come but she had an article to write. She was going with the Smokejumping story. She wouldn’t expose her new friends. Especially after last night.

  These were good people. The werebear that killed her Dad was just a bad apple. She couldn’t ruin the lives of every law abiding shifter because of what he did. Her Dad wouldn’t have wanted that.

  She walked over towards the kitchen and stepped into the lean-to for the first time since she arrived. She opened drawers and looked in cupboards, while picturing Sander frowning at her.

  Sander had left her half a pot of fresh coffee and a tray of croissants. She touched one and it crunched under her finger. It was still warm.

  These guys spoiled her and she loved it.

  She opened the cupboard and moved the mugs around looking for one in particular. She smiled as she pulled down a large gray mug with a faded picture on the side. The handle was chipped. It was the mug that Keene always drank from.

  She turned the mug and tried to make out the picture but couldn’t. It had been washed too many times and only a few random, faded, silver lines remained. She poured herself a coffee and dropped in two sugar cubes.

  She gripped the handle, brushing her thumb over the chip and turned the mug to where Keene lips would go. She took a sip and moaned. Nothing like a good cup of coffee.

  The trees whooshed and whispered as the wind picked up. They swayed to the rhythm of the wind. Chloe zipped up Jessica’s sweater and picked out the largest croissant.

  She was about to take a bite when a black car sped down the path. She ducked behind the kitchen counter as the car peeled into the camp. It wasn’t the guys, they were all in white trucks, and the way that the car was moving it seemed like trouble. As a journalist Chloe had been in many dangerous situations and had an instinct for spotting them.

  She peeked around the counter and watched as the car stopped and the doors opened. The driver, a large man with black hair covered in gray streaks, stepped out and scanned the cabins with his back to her. She couldn’t see his face.

  A stunning woman stepped out of the passenger side and looked around. She had bright orange eyes that contrasted strongly to her dark brown skin. Her long, black hair fell over her slender shoulders. She was wearing a black leather skirt with an orange tank top that matched her eyes. She was so striking that Chloe almost got caught staring. She jerked her head back around the corner of the counter just in time.

  These people were shifters. She could tell by the driver’s large size and by the color of that woman’s eyes. She had never seen eyes like that before.

  Chloe held her breath and listened.

  “They’re not here,” the man’s voice said. “Search those cabins. I’ll start with these.”

  Chloe poked her head back around the counter and watched the man enter Keene’s cabin and the woman walk into another one. My stuff is in there.

  Her pulse sped up. She turned towards the forest. Maybe I should run. But something told her that they could easily outrun her. She was downwind from them and they couldn’t smell her. She was safe unless they decided to search the kitchen or if one of them got hungry.

  Crashes and bangs exploded from the inside of the cabins. They must be tearing them apart. What are they after?

  The woman came out holding a package of band aids. “Looks like they’re living with humans.”

  “Wait until you see what I found,” the man said from inside the cabin. He walked out through the open door and Chloe gasped. It’s him.

  She would recognize that face anywhere. That horrible mustache, his cruel button chin and that dreaded scar along his forehead. It was the shifter who killed her Dad. What is he doing here?

  Chloe’s adrenaline spiked. She reached up and quietly opened a drawer and reached in for the knife inside.

  “Look at this,” he said, holding her GoPro and her red notebook. “Looks like that elder was right. There is a reporter living in the camp.” He played the camera for the woman. “They have video.”

  The woman looked at him with a tight jaw. “How do you know they were going to use it Logan?”

  Logan

  Logan handed her the notebook. “Look at this.”

  The woman nodded. “Still. It’s not proof that-”

  “Come on Lystra!” he snapped. “They’re living with humans.” He spat t
he last word out like it was vile. “They should be ashamed of themselves.”

  Chloe’s hand wrapped around the handle of a knife. She quietly pulled it out of the drawer and held it by her side. Now she was hoping that Logan would come check out the kitchen. She would dig the knife into his chest.

  Logan looked around and Chloe snapped her head back behind the counter. “This Hudson Crew always disgusted me. They’re way to friendly with humans.”

  A phone rang and Logan answered it. “What?” he snapped. Even his voice made Chloe’s blood boil. “I’m in the middle of an investigation. Fine. I’ll be right there.”

  “What is it?” Lystra asked.

  “McManus. He wants us back.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  “I don’t know,” he hissed. “When my boss tells me to come I come. I don’t ask questions. You should follow my lead and do the same. Now put that shit in the trunk and let’s go.”

  Chloe dug the back of her head against the cupboard and closed her eyes. She squeezed the handle of the knife. Would she get another chance to avenge her father?

  It was too late anyways. The car started and peeled out of the camp. Chloe stood up on shaky legs and placed the knife on the counter. She watched the cloud of dust dissipate in the air as the adrenaline left her body and was replaced by nerves. Her stomach was rolling. She ran behind the kitchen, placed her hands against the wall and threw up.

  eight

  Keene sped down the dirt road leading into camp like the truck was on fire.

  “Slow down Keene what’s the matter with you?” Ellis said, clutching the dashboard for support.

  He was excited to see Chloe and not Ellis’ complaining nor the sound barrier were going to stop him.

  Breakfast had been torturous to sit through. He swore that Barbara and Alexi were slowing down the service on purpose. He had never been so anxious to get through a meal. Normally eating was his favorite thing in the world and now it seemed like pure torture compared to being away from Chloe.