“We couldn’t have done it without you,” said Chloe.
“Just doing my job.”
“Well, we better go mingle, but we’ll definitely catch up with you again later,” said Ash.
Brady waved to a few people and then a couple with a little girl stood next to them while they were waiting for their drinks.
“Jenna Paxton, this is Christopher and Lilly Renner, and their daughter Kaitlin.”
“I’m pleased to meet you,” said Jenna first shaking Christopher hand and then Lilly’s
“Daddy, let’s go and get ice cream,” said Kaitlin, pulling on her father’s arm.
“Sweet tooth calls,” said Christopher, waving goodbye and leaving Lilly on her own.
“When are you due?” asked Jenna, pointing to her bump.
“Not until spring,” said Lilly.
“Lilly has her own cleaning company,” said Brady. “In fact, I’ve given her the contract for the new condo and townhouses.”
“And now all I have to do is find more cleaners as I can’t do much myself these days.”
“If I hear of anyone needing a job, I’ll be sure to tell them,” said Jenna.
“That would be great. Brady has my number. And I suppose I should go and find my husband and daughter before he lets her eat too much. Nice meeting you, Jenna.”
“You too.”
“Hi Brady.”
A tall dark man approached them. With him was another woman with yet another bump.
“Jenna Paxton, this is Nick and Ava.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said Ava.
“Jenna is the person to thank for all the work that’s been done on Sophie’s adoption,” said Brady.
“That’s great. I think Ash looks very happy with his ready-made family,” said Nick.
“Speaking of which,” said Brady, pointing to Ava.
Ava rubbed her bump.
“Is this your first baby?” asked Jenna.
“No. Actually I have grown up son from a previous relationship. He’s spending Christmas with us and he’ll bringing his new girlfriend so I can’t wait to see them both.”
“Could we have everyone’s attention please?” said Ash.
Everyone quieted. “Thank you so much for coming here on this cold and snowy evening to help us celebrate becoming the official parents of Sophie Ann McWilliams.”
Everyone cheered and clapped.
Ash raised his hand. “I want to thank my cousin Bear and his wife Hannah for agreeing to be her godparents. And to Sophie’s Spirit Guardian, Brady Walsh, for his more than generous trust fund he’s set up for her. And last but not least, we owe a huge thank you and our gratitude to Jenna Paxton who not only got Chloe out of a much of trouble…”
Ash turned to her and pulled a face and she pulled one back.
“But also for making this whole adoption process go without a hitch. Would you four come up here and take a bow?”
Brady put his hand on the small of Jenna’s back as he allowed her to walk ahead of him up to the front of the room. Jenna hugged Chloe, and then Ash. Hannah took Sophie and kissed her.
“Can we get a photo of all of us together?” said Ash.
“You want me to snap some shots for you?” asked a man, grabbing the camera.
The six of them moved closer and put their arms around each other. Despite Ash and Bear being tall, Brady towered above them by a few inches.
“Thanks Dane,” said Ash, taking the camera back.
“Once again, thank you for coming tonight. Load up on food and drink because there’s plenty of it. The next time we’re all gathered here will be for my wedding to Chloe on New Year’s Eve,” said Ash.
Jenna dabbed her eyes. Being the career-oriented woman she was, she never thought of herself as a romantic, but something about those two young people made her believe in love and happily ever after.
****
As he drove home, Brady recalled how he’d noticed the tears in Jenna’s eyes just after they’d all had their photo taken, after Ash had reminded everyone about his upcoming nuptials.
The last thing he needed was to get involved in a woman with romance in her heart and matrimony on her mind. Maybe he should just drop her back home and call it a night. However, he was Brady Walsh, and when he had desires which needed to be met, he went on instinct while common sense flew out of the window. Not the best quality for a guy who had a billion dollar empire, but she was his first human and she fascinated him way too much to call it an evening. The sides of her coat drifted apart, and even in the dim light of the car, he could see the outline of the stockings and garter. He definitely wasn’t dropping her at home now and wasting his gift.
“You haven’t seen my office, have you?” he asked. They were getting close to it. He had something in mind. Yes, his fantasy to play out. He guessed she’d enjoy it too.
“No, I haven’t.”
“You want to stop by? I can show you around. I have a well-stocked bar.”
“I can’t say no to that.”
Brady indicted left and turned into the parking lot. He pressed a remote control button on his steering wheel. The garage door opened up underneath the building.
“Wow, you don’t even have to even get wet and cold like the rest of us,” she said.
“Main thing is, I don’t have to scrape snow and ice off my car.”
“Yeah, I hate that, especially first thing in the mornings.”
He turned off the ignition and flicked a switch from inside the car that powered the lights to the door that led directly to his office.
“Very high tech and spoiled, if I might say so,” she said, exiting of the car.
He was the first to admit he loved his gadgets and toys. One of the perks of working hard. He opened the door and encouraged her to go ahead of him. He followed behind and then reached in front of her to open the next door. He flicked on the light.
“Oh my, this looks better than my home.”
He spent a lot of time here and he liked it to feel like a home with the couch and big screen TV. He even had his own bathroom and shower. And a pull out bed. He’d only used it once, and that had been last month when he’d been wheeling and dealing so much he was too damn worn out to drag his ass home.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Brady asked her. He took off his coat and set it over the back of the couch.
“You have white wine?”
“I certainly do. Take your coat off and make yourself at home.”
Brady walked over to the drink cabinet, opened it and grabbed the bottle of wine. He uncorked it and poured Jenna a glass. For himself, he opted for Brandy. He carried the drink over to her.
“Thank you,” she said, before she took a sip.
Brady sat and held the snifter in his hand, rolling it back and forth in his palms a few times before taking a sip.
“I’m betting this is a wonderful view when it’s light. It’s pretty nice now with the stars twinkling over the mountain range.”
“You like star gazing?” asked Brady.
“I’ve never tried it.”
“Then next time we have one of our stargazing events, you’ll have to come along.”
“Stargazing? You belong to a club?”
“No, most of the people you met tonight have a monthly get together.”
“Really? I didn’t know that many people were into astronomy.”
He glanced at her over the rim of the glass. They did it for the sole purpose of looking for their old home, but he couldn’t tell her that.
“I’m guessing you want to see the gift you gave me.” She put the wine glass down on the table.
The thought of it made him hard.
“I’d like that. How about you give me a little show while I enjoy my brandy?”
Jenna stood and reached behind her back. The distinct sound of her dress zipper being undone echoed all around the room. He took a sip of brandy while his cock sprung to life.
He’d placed a stack o
f condoms in the right hand drawer of the desk, knowing he might be bringing her back here at some point. He hated the thought of putting the monstrosity on his dick again, but it was the price he paid for dabbling in human pussy.
Jenna let the dress slid off her shoulders and then onto the floor. She stood before him in a bra, the panties he’d purchased, plus the garter belt and stockings. A perfect fit. He’d chosen well. The lace panties allowed him a view of her curls. Did they fascinate other male shifters like they did him? Her thighs were smooth and gorgeous, and he couldn’t wait to part them and dive into the treasure nestled at their apex.
“Turn around,” he said.
He took another sip as he watched her pirouette. Her ass cheeks hung below the scalloped lace at the back of the panties, and the straps of the garter lay against her skin.
“Now come over here to me,” he said.
She walked toward him. He liked a woman who did what he said.
Jenna perched herself on the edge of his desk. Brady ran his fingers under the straps of the garter, enjoying the softness of her skin against his own. Next, he touched the black lace on top of the stockings. The contrast so vivid and sexy compared to her creamy pale skin.
“These suit your body so well,” he said.
“And to think I wasn’t going to wear them.”
She moved off the desk and settled on his lap, taking his glass from him, sipping the brandy, and then kissing him. He licked her bottom lip and then slid his tongue inside her mouth. Jenna put her arms around him.
“Are we going to do what we did the other night?” she asked.
“You want to?”
Jenna ran her finger down the side of his face. A simple gesture that felt so damn good.
“I think I would.”
Brady rested his hand on her right thigh, slowly inching his way up to the side of the panties.
“Are you going to rip these off me again?”
“No, because they cost a lot of money.”
“How much is a lot of money?”
“You shouldn’t ask that question when something’s been given as a gift.”
She nuzzled close to his ear and then nibbled on its lobe.
“I know, but I want to know the value of the underwear that’s adorning my body.”
He smiled. “$120 and worth every cent.”
Jenna whistled. “I expect to pay that for a dress, not some undies.”
“Not just any undies, but the finest French lace,” he said, fingering it and making sure he ran his hand hard enough over her mound that she felt it.
“But I’ve made them wet,” said Jenna.
“You’ve made them wet or I’ve made you make them wet?”
He pushed his hand underneath the edge, ventured into her curls, and then felt the hotness of her folds. She was right about her being wet. He could smell her arousal and it blended with the smell of the brandy rising up from the glass. He took it from her, finished off the last of the liquor and placed the snifter on his desk. He pushed his finger downward close to her opening. She spread her thighs without being asked.
Within seconds, his fingers were warmed by the coziness of her pussy. Its walls clamped down on his fingers as he began to thrust them back and forth. Jenna lent into him, kissed him and twirled the hair at the nape of his neck as he tickled her pussy.
“You know exactly what a woman likes.”
He was an expert on pussy because shifter women’s clits were inside theirs and not outside like humans. Shifter men learned quickly how to tickle a pussy or they faced the consequences of an angry female, often in the height of her mating cycle when they were at their most desperate and fiercest. Sometimes being an amateur at the art of clit stroking meant a male shifter never got laid. Sometimes it meant he was hurt.
Brady had never had run into any problems like that.
Jenna quivered on his lap and threw her head back and groaned. He liked the little gurgling sound she made at the back of her throat when she came.
“I have to thank you for the underwear,” she said, sliding off his lap and perching herself on the floor in front of him.
She unzipped his fly. Was she going to do what he thought? He went rock hard and his balls tingled with anticipation. Jenna pulled out his dick from his boxer shorts and stroked him.
“I’m not just saying this, but you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s gorgeous.”
Yeah, most women commented on his size. But a big guy like him would look pretty stupid with a small member dangling between two muscular thighs. He’d been the child of a huge Kodiak bear mother and an oversize grizzly bear father, so there’s no way he was ever going to be small.
She pushed his legs apart, squeezing herself in between them. He closed his eyes knowing what she was planning next.
Yes, oh yes.
Jenna’s mouth went around his shaft, first licking it and then taking its circumference between her lips. She was the first women to do this without him having to ask for the favor.
He gripped the arms of his chair, doing his best not to dig his nails into the fine leather and marring it. He knew his eyes had changed color. She was giving him so much pleasure he was on the verge of shifting, and there was no way he could let that happen. She could never find out what he was. What the others in the group really were.
“I want to come inside you,” he said, sitting up on the chair and opening the drawer.
Jenna let his dick slide out her mouth. He handed her a condom.
“Sheath me, push your panties to one side and straddle me.”
He held his cock for her, wincing when the tight rubber prison covered his prize possession. She stood and pushed the lace over to the right side of her crotch and then maneuvered her knees either side of him before slowly impaling herself down on his cock.
Shit, she was a tight one. No shifter women had ever fit him this well.
Jenna rocked up and down, her boobs dancing in front of his face.
“Take off your bra,” he said.
She stopped, reached behind her back and bounced again. This time her boobs bobbled just inches from his mouth. Their pink nipples hardened and wrinkled the faster she moved. She put her arms around his neck, pressed her body into his and cried out as her pussy gripped him. She tugged on his hair as they kissed and he beat his cock against her pussy walls.
“I don’t know how you do that but keep on doing it because it’s…”
She didn’t get the rest of her sentence out because she’d climaxed again. Her fingers combed through his hair, tickling his scalp, making his whole body come alive. He wanted to take her another way. He stopped moving his cock and they sat still while he played with her nipples.
“You know what I would like to see?” he asked. “You, bent over my desk.”
She slid over his lap and did just what he’d asked. Wiggling her ass at him, he ran his hands over it. Feeling the lace, smelling her arousal, knowing he’d want to shift and run after they were done.
He pulled the garter belt and panties all in one go and let them slide down over her hips and thighs. He stood and let his own pants and boxers fall to the ground. Slowly, he parted her ass cheeks. Her pussy glistened from her previous arousal. He put his nose in the air. So sweet, so enticing. Such a different scent to a lady shifter. Jenna’s was sweeter and sharper.
Brady lifted his cock and inch by inch was slowly eased into Jenna’s tightness. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the job at hand. He was going to thrill her and then take his own gratification like never before.
Chapter Six
Jenna found the whole thing sexy and naughty. Bent over the desk of a client being fucked senseless by him. The desk moved a few inches in front of her as Brady pounded into her, groaning and moaning somewhat like a bear.
She wasn’t sure why imagined bears every time she thought of him.
He went still again and she knew what that meant. He was going to do the wild thing with his cock. It bea
t a steady rhythm against her pussy walls as she grabbed the papers on his desk, hoping they weren’t too important because she was rearranging them.
“Geez, that’s so good,” she cried.
She offered more of her ass and pussy to him, doing her best to back into his body so she got the full effect. She cried out when the first of the orgasms took her, and then another, and another. She’d never thought she could have too much of a good thing, but maybe she could.
No, it was impossible. Another orgasm on the horizon, she held on tight, curling her toes upward and then down as a really good one hit her. She glanced down at her thighs. They were wet, wet, wet. Not even his huge cock filling her could stop evidence of her excitement from gushing from her body.
“Fuck me more. Fuck me rough and dirty,” she screamed out.
Had that been her? Hadn’t sounded like her, but it was. She even had a dirty mouth now.
She leaned over, this time almost too weak to stand from one climax after the other. But then he began thrusting again, grunting and breathing like he’d been running for hours and then, swoosh, she felt a warm gush inside her and knew he’d reached his limit.
He held her tight, wiggling his dick before pulling out of her. Jenna took some deep breaths. She never thought sex could be this good or this exhausting.
“I’m going for a run.”
She stood up and saw him already zipping up his pants.
“Right now? It’s snowing, and it must be in the twenties, if not colder.”
“My favorite running weather. You can pull out the bed over there if you like, and keep it warm for when I get back.”
****
Running as his man half would have been downright stupid in this weather and in the dark, probably dangerous too. However, as his bear half it was perfect. He didn’t understand why real bears hibernated. They were missing something special like pounding through the woods with snow circling around, making their coat wet. It was invigorating. He picked up his pace. He planned to get a running club together. He’d invite Ash and Bear, Christopher, Dane, Trent, and now that Liam seemed to be more sociable, him, too. Maybe even his nephew Sam might like to come along. The Mighty Bears. Nick Pearson might like tag along, but he was a wolf shifter and they probably had their own group.
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