The Little Bear Maid: A BBW Bear Shifter Billionaire Paranormal Romance Novella (Seattle's Billionaire Bears Book 4)

by Sable Sylvan

  While Carmen had laid back to soak up the rays, Aiden had made her various cocktails, and, while blending ice, fruit, and alcohol, watched as the woman who had enchanted his imagination before he’d even set his sights on her basking in the sun. Visions of her in that mermaid getup had danced through his head, and it was one of the main ulterior motives he’d had for bringing her to a tropical ocean vacation location...and the not so secret reason that, with the help of Kaua and her girls back in Port Jameson, he’d managed to have mermaid themed vacation clothes sent to the Maldives in advance, so that Carmen could keep playing the role of the mythical creature she reminded him of so much. Her pink cover-up had a shimmering golden scale pattern. Underneath the cover-up, she had on a two piece, the top designed to look like two purple seashells, the bottoms designed to have a fish scale pattern. However, neither of the pieces were heavily padded costume pieces, and they had very thin linings, so her every curve stood out...including the two nipples that, on being splashed with the icy beverage, had gotten hard and perky.

  “Damn,” whispered Aiden, brushing the back of his hand against those perky nipples. As his skin rubbed against hers through the fabric of the cover-up, the nipples came to a point. Aiden leaned forward and blew hot air on the nipples, making them get even perkier, before rubbing back and forth in small circles over his mate’s breasts.

  “You like what you see?” asked Carmen.

  “Do I,” said Aiden. “But I have a feeling that I’ll like what I taste even better.”

  Carmen pulled up her cover-up, expecting Aiden to want to undo her bikini top so he could suck at her big, beautiful breasts, but instead, Aiden pulled her legs closer to him and started to remove her bikini bottom, but, when it proved to take too long, the bikini fabric not wanting to budge, Aiden did something wholly unexpected. He pulled her up, pressed his mouth to the fabric between him and her honey pot, and instead of licking, he bit down, on the side of the fabric, not nipping his lover in the least, and pulled. Hard. He kept a grip on the fabric and ripped away the thin fabric concealing Carmen’s treasure from his mouth, and then, made short work of the rest of her bikini bottom, so that there was nothing separating any part of her lower parts from him, not even glittery fabric.

  “Hey, I thought you bought those for me special,” teased Carmen.

  “Trust me...I have something in store that’s far more exciting than some bathing suit. Top, off, now,” ordered Aiden, and Carmen wasn’t about to disobey. She undid the ties of the bikini top, which really only consisted of the two seashell style cups and strings holding it together, and threw it aside too.

  Aiden pushed Carmen into the right position so that he could do exactly what he wanted to her with his mouth. She was leaning on the hammock, in a comfortable position, but he was on his knees, in the water.

  “Are you sure you aren’t going to get cold?” asked Carmen.

  Aiden shook his head. “Just let me spoil you, babe,” said Aiden. “Hold onto that hammock.”

  Carmen held onto the hammock, her fingers in the holes of the fishnet material. Aiden pressed his mouth to her pussy, blowing warm air all over her, as if to heat her up, and soon, the juices started flowing. He used his tongue to lick in long strokes along her slit, but as he did so, his mate got wet, so that it became hard to tell what wetness was from his mouth and what moistness found its source in the watershed of her honeypot.

  Aiden was good at oral. Carmen had already known this and explored this side of him intimately over the last year, on practically ever surface of his amazing penthouse. However, what Aiden did next blew her mind.

  Aiden used one arm to keep her in place, his head between her thighs. The other hand was on her ample ass, which was set right into the hammock, which meant that every time Aiden pushed on her ass, he could move her, and the hammock, in the direction of his choice. Aiden started out by moving the hammock back and forth, so it was as if Carmen was riding his face...but without having to put in any of the effort.

  “Oh, Aiden,” moaned Carmen. “Oh, baby. This is so hot...leave it to you to find a way to make this vacation kinky.”

  “Hey, you say ‘hammock’, I say ‘sex swing’,” said Aiden, putting two fingers into Carmen as he talked to her.

  The sudden feeling of fullness in her honeypot made Carmen wiggle and squirm. She wanted more. Two fingers just weren’t enough, especially after she’d experienced the magical rod that was the cock of the one, the only, Aiden frikkin’ Dixon.

  “Aiden, I want you inside of me,” said Carmen. “Please. Fuck me.”

  “Well, you did say please,” said Aiden, rising up from the sands. He got up and looked down at his clothes, which were by now covered in sand, however, the white fabric left absolutely nothing to the imagination. There were of course wrinkles on the shorts...but there was no mistaking the large meaty rod that hung slightly to the left as anything but a fuck stick, a pleasure wand, a tool that was made for one thing and one thing alone...pleasing Aiden’s fated mate.

  Aiden walked closer to Carmen and whispered in her ear, “Care to unwrap a late wedding present, Mrs. Dixon?” He pressed her hand against his package and then, he did something absolutely wicked. He flexed it, so that she felt it shudder beneath her touch. “Trust me...I don’t bite. Much.”

  “Gosh, Aiden, you know all the right things to say,” said Carmen, looking down at the meaty package that her hands couldn’t help squeezing and touching. It felt even better than it looked. She ran her hand along the shaft, from head to base, and felt it grow beneath her touch. She reached the opening to the shorts, which were lace-up style, rather than button up or elastic, and slowly, and carefully, undid the laces that hid her treasure from her.

  “That’s right, take it out,” said Aiden, biting his lower lip as he felt Carmen reach through the top of his pants to get to his shaft, her hand brushing against his aching balls and almost making them release their fluids faster than he would’ve liked. “Take it out, and do whatever you frikkin’ want with it.”

  “What if what this mermaid wants is for her pirate to show her just how badly he wants her, after being adrift so long at sea?” asked Carmen, looking up at Aiden with an expression that said ‘innocent’ but meant ‘do me’.

  “Ah, a little role-play? I guess somebody hasn’t forgotten about that photoshoot...and neither have I,” said Aiden.

  “Oh really?” asked Carmen.

  “Of course not,” said Aiden. “You know, I keep copies of all these dirty pics in my wallet...and when the moment strikes at work, I take an ‘opportunity’ to give them a little... ‘appreciation’, if you know what I mean.”

  “You mean you...” started Carmen, blushing.

  “That’s right. Whenever I’m stressed or nervous, I take a look, and it gets me rock hard in an instant,” said Aiden. “I have that private executive bathroom...you’ve been there. Haven’t you ever wondered why I keep a special ‘men’s lotion’ in there?”

  “Oh, Aiden, that’s so...erotic,” admitted Carmen.

  “Yeah, and every time I cum, I think about you, and I’m always so relaxed that after, I always have a cool head in the boardroom,” said Aiden. “You’re my secret weapon...for my secret weapon. Now...what was this about a role-play?”

  “What role-play...you dirty pirate?” asked Carmen teasingly.

  “You sassy lass, you have no idea just how dirty I can be,” said Aiden, rubbing his dick over her slit, up and down from her clit to her entrance and back down. “You want some of this pirate’s gold?”

  “Oh, yes, pirate,” said Carmen. “But it seems like you want this booty badly...” Carmen bucked her hips up into the air, rubbing back and forth against the erect cock as if it was a mere fucking post.

  “What sort of a pirate could resist this booty?” asked Aiden, grabbing her ass in his hands and pushing it down, onto the hammock, hard...so that he could push and pull the hammock like he had before, his cock entering Carmen in one quick motion that filled her suddenl
y.

  Carmen couldn’t help but moan as Aiden used the hammock like a sex swing, holding tight onto his fated mate as he pushed in and out of his fated mate, using the hammock to move her body on and off of his hard shaft. Carmen held onto the hammock for dear life but kept her eyes open to watch Aiden. He had scruffy facial hair and a tan, as well as that amazing looking mate mark that looked like it must be a tattoo...and he could almost play the part of a pirate if it was not for his smooth skin, unmarred by the telltale calluses and scars of a true sailor. Even so, he definitely knew how to fuck like a man who hadn’t seen a woman in weeks, months, years, and was doing Carmen as if she was the last woman he’d have sex with for a decade, savoring every one of her curves with his hands while his cock explored every one of her inner curves, rubbing around her most sensitive places to make her move and moan with the motions of his body.

  “Oh, Aiden,” moaned Carmen, leaning back on the hammock. “This is...amazing,”

  Aiden pulled Carmen close and lifted her up so that he could press his lips against hers, running one hand through her hair while using the other to support her. Carmen wrapped her legs around Aiden’s hips, keeping his shaft firmly inside of her, as she continued to throw that ass in a circle, driving him in and out, a few inches each time, to get herself closer to that magical paradise she wanted to get to, not the tropical paradise surrounding them, or the blessed life they lived up in Seattle, but an entirely different sort of paradise...

  Aiden put Carmen back down on the hammock and kissed her gently on her face, leading down from her cheeks to her lips, then, from lips to neck, from neck to collarbone, to breasts, to all her body’s curves, rubbing any parts he could reach in that position with his hands, massaging every part of her body with his hands to make her body feel like it was beneath a tropical waterfall in a hidden island oasis.

  “Aiden, I’m so close,” moaned Carmen, before she bit her lower lip. Aiden kissed that lower lip and as soon as it was released from Carmen’s teeth, took it into his mouth and took the time to bite it himself. That was all that Carmen’s body needed, and she let go of the hammock, wrapping her arm around Aiden’s shoulders, one hand on his hair, the other on his back, nails digging deep, as she felt herself blossom around his cock.

  “Aiden, Aiden, Aiden,” moaned Carmen. This honeymoon, she’d gone jet skiing for the first time. She’d sunbathed with a good book. She’d tried exotic cuisine. However, being fucked in a sea hammock by her fated mate turned husband, well, that blew it all out of the water, as sex with Aiden always seemed to. “Aiden, keep going.”

  “Aye, aye,” whispered Aiden, pressing into his mate’s honeypot, which felt like it was milking him. He watched Carmen’s face as her eyelid fluttered shut and then opened, her pupils dilated from experiencing such extreme pleasure from him. He couldn’t help but twitch his cock inside of her to watch her reaction as she felt him move inside of her.

  Carmen ran her hands over Aiden. “Oh, Aiden, don’t stop,” moaned Carmen, feeling the mark on Aiden’s chest with the tips of her fingers, tracing every line and every floral motif as if to engrave it in her memory. She already could probably draw it with her eyes closed, but seeing that mate mark never ceased to amaze her. To think, that they’d both been looking for love for so long...but found it in such an unexpected place. Fate had a funny way of doing business, but Carmen wouldn’t’ve changed any part of their love story if she had the chance.

  Finally, Aiden could hold it no longer. He pressed into Carmen one last time, pressing the tip of his cock as deep as he could into her, before, with a loud groan, he let loose inside his curvy mate, filling her with hot white pleasure, before he pulled out.

  Leaning in to brush an errant lock of hair out of Carmen’s face, Aiden pressed his lips against her cheeks. Carmen felt as if she was falling...and then realized, too late to warn Aiden, that she was falling. The distribution of weight towards her side of the hammock had caused the supports of the hammock to bend, and finally, to snap. The hammock was only held up by two tree branches that had been stuck into the sand, and which weren’t meant to support their amorous hijinks. There was only so much stress the branches could take, and they’d reached their limit. Carmen and the hammock net, which wrapped itself around her, fell down, with Aiden rolling away just in time so he wouldn’t crush his mate. Carmen was on the sandy beach, in a few inches of water, laughing her ass off, as Aiden reached out a hand to help her.

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t catch you, babe,” said Aiden.

  “You think we’re gonna have to pay for that?” asked Carmen, pointing to the broken branches.

  “We? I’ll put it on your bill, then,” teased Aiden. He lifted Carmen up, wrapping her up in the fishnet that had been part of the hammock, cradling her in his arms before kissing her deeply.

  Carmen reached up and brushed Aiden’s dark brown hair out of his eyes before running the back of her hand down his chiseled cheeks. He hadn’t exactly had a reason to shave on this vacation, and the bristly beard that was growing in made him look wild and mysterious...untamed, unstoppable, and absolutely irresistible. “Well, hello there, handsome,” said Carmen, expecting Aiden to put her down, but he kept walking. “Whoa...where are we going?”

  Aiden kept walking onto the porch and through the curtains separating the porch from the master bedroom. “Carmen Dixon...you must be crazy if you think I’m done with you yet, my curvy mermaid,” said Aiden, putting her down on the white Egyptian cotton bedsheets. “The only question left is...are you ready for round two?”

  “Oh, Aiden,” said Carmen, pulling her handsome husband down so that he was on top of her, before tracing the outline of his mate mark with her index finger. “I was maid ready.”

  ...and they lived happily ever after

  The End

  Sneak Peek: Grizzly Bear Buns

  Helen had been driven up from Portland to Seattle in a limo filled with the two wildest girls she knew, her two freshman year roommates from Reed College. From the amount of premixed cocktails they’d been drinking and the dirty card games they’d been playing, any casual onlooker would have guessed that this was a bachelorette party. They’d be wrong, but also, almost right, as this was a party celebrating Helen becoming a newly single woman.

  That’s right. After five years with the same guy she’d had a crush on through college, who had only asked her out during graduation, she had learned why Joseph, who her friends called Scumbag Joe, had waited so long to ask her out...because he just wasn’t that serious about her, and to boot, he was a cheater. Even though Helen hadn’t been able to sniff out his philandering ways, she didn’t turn a blind eye to his antics once they were revealed to her via anonymous text messages and photos of Scumbag Joe and somebody who he had previously told her was ‘just a friend’, a twig thin redhead who looked nothing like the curvy blonde in the car who was sucking on a cocktail with a cock-shaped straw in her mouth.

  “I can’t believe we’re almost there,” said Jasmine, the girl who had arranged this party. She came from money and loved an excuse to have a party for anyone. “Bear Buns, here we come!”

  “What exactly is Bear Buns, anyway?” asked Helen, sipping at the penis colada.

  “You mean you haven’t heard of it before?” asked Alicia, refilling her drink. “It’s really and truly...an experience. I’ll put it that way.”

  “Come on, give me details. You know I hate going into things unprepared,” said Helen.

  “Let’s not torture her,” said Jasmine. “Alright, you know I know all the best places to have a good time, right Helen? Well...Bear Buns is a strip club.”

  “Oh no, no frikkin’ way are we going to a strip club,” said Helen.

  “Oh yes we are,” said Alicia. “And Bear Buns...well, it’s no ordinary strip club.”

  “First off, the guys are all drop dead gorgeous,” said Jasmine.

  “Secondly, they’ve got routines that are famous the world over, and yes, they go on tours, so seeing them in
their home base, the original Bear Buns lodge in Seattle, is a real treat, and we’re not gonna miss it just because little Miss Thang all of a sudden got shy,” said Alicia.

  “And third...well, these guys? They’re all bear shifters,” said Jasmine. “You ever see a bear shifter with his shirt off?”

  “Yeah, I see a few every summer, down in Portland, and...” Helen couldn’t finish her sentence. Instead, she couldn’t help but blush!

  “And they’re drop dead gorgeous. Handsome. Total hunks, right?” asked Alicia. “That’s why we’re going. Who needs some guy who is going to dance as if it’s a joke and put an elephant trunk on his cock and spin it around? Those are the kind of guys you pay to leave, not the kind you pay to have stay. Scumbag Joe? He wasn’t a real man. It’s time for you to raise your standards, girlfriend, and what better way than by having a bunch of handsome men at your beck and call?”

  “At my beck and call?” asked Helen.

  “You’ve really never been to a strip club like Bear Buns, have you?” asked Jasmine. “It’s simple. We have a table reserved, in a good spot, next to the stage. We’ll sit there, and we watch the entertainment. There’re dancers before and after who walk the floor, looking to give lap dances and table dances. If you see a guy you like...just give him a handful of bills, and let him do his thing. If one likes you, hey, you might even get called on stage.”

  “Called on stage? For what?” asked Helen.

  “To be part of the show,” explained Jasmine. “Trust me. It’s a once in a life time opportunity...and I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world, would you?”

  Helen took a minute to think things over, and then a smiled made its way across her face. “Yeah, you know, you two are right. I should have some fun. I deserve to have a good time. If I end up being asked to come up on the stage...well, I’ll do it!” said Helen confidently. “Yeah! I’ll do it!”