by Sophie Stern
I might be a virgin, but I can give a mean blowjob.
While I’ve never had a guy go down on me before, I’ve experimented with being the giver. As pathetic as it sounds, I never cared that they didn’t return the favor because it was so much fun for me.
Now I can’t believe what I was missing out on.
Carter owned my body. He radiated dominance as he played me perfectly, enticing every one of my senses until I was coming undone.
I’m not even embarrassed at how I was behaving like a lusty little minx. It felt too damn good to be embarrassed. Now I know exactly what I’ve been missing out on. I have a feeling that things with Carter are going to be very, very different than they’ve been with other people.
He gasps when I reach out and grip his cock, and I can’t help but smile. Maybe he thought his little virgin would be scared. Before he licked my body, I was. I was nervous and more than a little frightened, but now?
Now I want to see exactly how far we’re going to take this thing.
I push him back so he’s on his back and I continue to slowly stroke his cock. He’s thick and heavy in my hands. He feels good. I watch him as I stroke and he stares back at me, his gaze intense.
Fucking Carter. I can’t believe we’re doing this. Just in case it’s a dream, just in case I wake up tomorrow and this isn’t real, I lean down and kiss him.
He tastes like me.
His lips are full and plump and swollen from everything he just did to me, but I love it. I run my tongue along each of his lips, then I get lost in the moment and just go for it. Carter lets me control things for a minute, but I pull away.
“I want to taste you everywhere, bear,” I tell him. He groans, and I smile. Slowly, tempting him, teasing him, I move down so I’m kneeling next to his dick. His body tenses.
Some guys like it when you tease them a little bit first. Some like it when you slide your tongue along the head, then down the sides, then take their length in your mouth. I know everything there is to know about Carter Blair except this, but I get the feeling that he likes it hard and fast and rough.
So I don’t take the slow road.
I don’t tease him anymore.
I open my mouth and slide down until his cock hits the back of my throat, then I push down a little bit more.
“Holy fucking dragons,” he groans, and I feel his hand on my breast, pinching my nipple as I slide up and down his shaft, taking him as deep as I can.
Carter tastes fucking amazing. I’m so wet as I take him. Blowjobs are always fun, but hearing every little hiss and moan he makes means that this one is unforgettable.
Nothing will ever compare to this.
Finally, he fists my hair and yanks my back roughly, and my pussy clenches at the little shot of pain that rushes through my scalp. I like his little show of dominance. I like the little way I’m reminded he’s a bear, he’s an animal, he’s wild.
“I need you,” he kisses me.
“I need you, too.”
“I’ll go slow.”
“I don’t want you to.”
I like that Carter doesn’t ask me if I’m ready, if this is what I want, if I’m sure. I’m glad he doesn’t go through a billion questions to make sure my first time is special. It’s romantic as hell being with him in the clearing. The moon is shining down and the stars are bright, but even if we were somewhere else, even if we were in a plain old bed or on the floor somewhere, it would be special because it’s with him.
It’s with my mate.
The word floats through my mind and I push it back because that’s a discussion for another day. I don’t know if Carter views me as his mate. I don’t even know if he wants a mate. I just know that we both love each other and for now, that’s enough for me.
“Take me, Carter,” I murmur, and to my delight, he doesn’t wait another minute.
He positions me on the grass and gets comfortable between my legs.
“Over my shoulders,” he whispers, and I lift my legs how he wants them. I’m almost bent in half, but it doesn’t matter. Carter can see all of me, touch all of me, feel all of me.
Slowly, he trails his cock in my juices, rubbing up and down my core, teasing me.
“Don’t make me beg you,” I say. My voice is husky, almost deep. I’m so wet with need I feel like I’m going to explode.
“What if I like it when you beg?” He asks darkly, but before I can open my mouth to say “please,” he plunges into me all at once.
He kisses me at the same time, soothing the tenderness. I’ve used dildos plenty of times, so I’m probably not as sore as most virgins, but the feeling is different than what I’m used to. He’s bigger than the toys I have hiding in my night stand.
Carter nibbles my lips as he finds his rhythm and soon I’m thrusting my hips up to meet him with each stroke. My legs are sore from how high they are, but I don’t care. Carter Blair is making love to me and it’s the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me.
His body melts against mine, faster and faster, until I feel him tense. He whispers my name as he comes in me, and I watch his face as he gives in to the pleasure.
When he’s done, he holds me in the moonlight for awhile, but we don’t speak. There’s nothing to say. I’ve never felt anything that intense and I doubt he has, either. I don’t care that he’s been with other girls before. None of them knew Carter like I do.
None of them make him feel the way I do.
Suddenly, being with Carter is making my confidence soar and I just don’t want this night to end. I don’t want any of it to end. Maybe it’s the hormones or the emotional connection or something else entirely, but I really do want Carter to be my mate.
I don’t say it out loud, but I hold my breath as we’re snuggling, watching the stars. What would it be like to grow old with Carter? What would it be like to raise Colby with him? What would it be like to add cubs to our family? What would it be like?
I can picture all of it and even though it’s way too soon to be thinking about anything so serious, part of me feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this.
So when Carter rolls over and quietly asks me to marry him, the only possible thing I can say is “Yes.”
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
I kiss him again and we tumble around in the grass, laughing and giggling like kids.
“Are you sure?” I ask him. “It’s so sudden.”
“I’ve waited a lifetime for you, Savannah,” he growls. “I don’t want to wait a minute longer.”
“Wyatt and Hope are getting married tomorrow…” My voice trails off, but he knows what I’m saying and he smiles.
“I think Wyatt would be open to a double wedding. We’ll already have the minister there.
“Think Alex will mind?”
“Alex can stuff it.”
I giggle because I can’t believe it’s real. I can’t believe any of it’s real.
“I love you,” he tells me. “I’ve always loved you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Ditto,” I whisper.
“Tag,” he says, then Carter shifts and takes off running, and I can’t help but laugh because I really have met my match.
Chapter 14
Carter
The next morning is a whirlwind. Hope and Wyatt enthusiastically agree to allow us steal their thunder for a surprise double wedding, but we all agree to keep the guest list small.
As in, we’re only inviting Selena because she’s Savannah’s twin and she would murder us if we didn’t.
Savannah’s parents passed away years ago. She was raised by her grandma, who has also passed. She has an aunt and several relatives in Honeypot, but she doesn’t want to invite them. I don’t really blame her. Things are still tense because her cousin was the one who tried to burn down our damn ranch, but aside from that, it’s impossible to invite one relative without inviting them all.
“Should we live stream the wedding for y
our parents?” Savannah asks Micah, but he shakes his head.
“I’ll film it,” he promises. “I doubt they have Wi-Fi right now. Besides, it’ll be a good surprise.” She seems a little nervous, but my mom has always adored Savannah, and even though she won’t be here to see two of her sons get married, I know she’s not really going to mind.
Much.
Okay, she’ll mind, but she’ll forgive me because we’re her bear cubs. No matter how big my brothers and I get, we’ll always be her cubs.
Before we head down to get our marriage license, Savannah and I take Colby out on a walk. The poor kid has already had so many changes in his life, and now we’re throwing another one on him. Though to be fair, finding out Savannah is going to stay with us is probably one of the less horrifying changes.
After all, she’s pretty damn adorable.
We explore the woods a little bit and Savannah shows Colby her favorite hiding spots for when we play hide-and-go-seek or tag in the woods. Now that I have a cub of my own, I’m realizing how many dangerous spots there are in the woods, and I try not to freak out too much.
The real question is, how did my mother survive raising three brown bears in the middle of Colorado?
How did she manage to do this without having a heart attack?
Savannah keeps putting her hand on my arm to calm me down because she can see exactly where my eyes are darting. There’s a really sharp boulder over there and oh, Colby can’t climb on that tree because the branches aren’t strong enough and fuck, what if he slips on that hill and goes careening down it?
She laughs after awhile and whispers to me, “Jeez. Somebody’s getting old and crotchety.”
“Am not.”
“Are too. You look like you’re about to pass out. Take a breath or something.”
After awhile, we find a spot beside a creek and we all take off our shoes to dip our toes in the water.
“How do you like living with me, Colby?” I ask my son, and he smiles up at me.
“Good.”
“Listen, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
He looks nervous for a second and bites his bottom lip.
“Did I do something bad?”
“What? No! Why would you think that?”
“Are you going to send me away?” His voice gets high pitched and before I know what’s happening, he’s crying and Savannah is holding him.
“Hey, buddy, it’s okay,” she says. “You don’t have to be scared. Your daddy isn’t going anywhere, okay? He’s not going to leave you. Not ever.”
“But you’re going to leave me,” he whispers. “Micah said you can’t sleep over every night and you’re going to go back to your own house.”
“Actually,” Savannah glances over at me, and I nod. “That’s what we wanted to talk to you about. What would you think if I didn’t go back to my own house?”
Colby stops crying and looks up at her.
“Your daddy asked me to marry him, Colby. What do you think about that?”
He scrunches up his face and looks at me, then back at Savannah, then at me again.
“Do I have to call you ‘Mom’?” He asks.
“No,” she says quickly, shaking her head. “I don’t want to replace your mommy, Colby. I’ll never take her place, but I do love your daddy, and I do love you. We’ll find a different name you can call me, or you can just call me Banana, okay?”
“I love you too, Banana,” he murmurs, resting his head back on her chest, and for the millionth time this week, I can’t believe how damn lucky I am.
***
When we get back to the house, Micah is locked away in his cabin working on whatever and Alex is tending to some chores.
“Don’t forget!” I holler at him. “7 o’clock!”
“Aye, aye,” he gives me a mock salute, then turns back to the checklist he’s going through. Alex might be a grump sometimes, but he’s a fine employee. Without him, the ranch wouldn’t run nearly as smoothly as it does. He’s up first thing every morning checking fences, feeding the herd, and making sure the animals are all healthy. He ensures they’re all accounted for and when there’s a problem, he’s often the one who deals with contacting the vet and administering medical treatment.
Wyatt, Hope, Colby, Savannah, and I all pile into my car and head down to the courthouse to get our marriage licenses. Once they’re in hand, Savannah and Hope head into one of the little shops to buy suitable wedding dresses and Wyatt, Colby, and I head to Aidan’s.
Aidan is one of the coolest polar bears in Honeypot. He has a little bakery where he makes the most delectable cakes I’ve ever had. We park in front of his little shop. There’s a house behind the tiny bakery where he lives alone. I think most of the town is surprised Aidan doesn’t have a mate. He’s a damn fine baker and an even better friend. Getting married isn’t the only thing important in the world, but now that I’m on the verge of my own wedding, I wonder why Savannah and I didn’t do this years ago.
We step inside the shop and several little bells chime, announcing our presence.
“Just a sec,” he hollers from the back.
“Wow!” Colby rushes inside and immediately starts looking at all the treats. There are cookies, brownies, and of course, cakes. “I like this one! No, I like this one. No, no, no. This one is the best.”
Colby looks like his poor little head is going to explode from excitement and I do my best to help him to calm down, but nothing happens until Aidan appears and starts laughing at Colby’s big ol’ eyes.
“Hey little guy,” he says. He holds out a cookie and Colby glances at me before accepting it. I nod, and he takes the cookie and shoves it into his mouth.
“What do you say?” I ask him.
“Thank you,” he mumbles through a mouth full of crumbs.
“Who’s the little guy?” Aidan asks.
“My son,” I tell him.
A look of surprise flashes on his face, but Aidan doesn’t ask questions. A lot of shifters in Honeypot tend to be busybodies, but Aidan keeps to himself. It’s one of the things I like best about him.
“What can I do for you gentlemen today?” He asks, wiping his hands on his white apron. I know he’s been pouring over recipes and trying new things, but I’m not sure if Aidan is planning to expand his bakery or just his menu. We aren’t really close enough for me to ask him questions like that.
“We need two wedding cakes,” Wyatt says.
Aidan raises an eyebrow.
“When’s the big day?”
I glance at my watch.
“About four hours.”
Aidan narrows his eyebrows.
“Those will do,” I point at two chocolate cakes that are already made and frosted.”
“One chocolate cake, and one vanilla,” Wyatt corrects, nodding toward a white cake. When I look at him, he shrugs. “Hope’s a traditionalist. She’ll tan my hide if I don’t get her a white wedding cake.”
Aidan doesn’t ask questions. He just boxes up the cakes for us and tells us the total. To my surprise, he throws in two little cake toppers. Appropriately, each one is of a bear hugging a woman. I raise an eyebrow, and Aidan shrugs.
“You never know what people are going to want on their cakes,” he says simply. “I try to keep a little bit of everything in stock.”
“You didn’t ask who I’m marrying,” I say. Obviously, he knows Hope and Wyatt are together. Hope is a regular visitor to Aidan’s shop. Wyatt goes crazy for his lemon tarts. Anytime he has a bad day, Hope just pops on in, buys half a dozen, and serves them to him wearing nothing but a pair of heels.
Part of me thinks Wyatt doesn’t know Hope’s been buying them, that he thinks she makes them herself, but it’s not my secret to tell.
“I don’t have to ask.”
“No?”
Aidan grins, and I know I shouldn’t have pressed him.
“You’ve been googly-eyed over Savannah for years, brother. If it’s not her, then you can have my sho
p.”
“It’s not her. Thanks. I’ve always wanted to be a baker.”
He growls.
“It is her and we all damn well know it.”
“Don’t tell lies, Daddy,” Colby’s voice catches my attention and I blush as Aidan bursts into laughter. Caught by a child.
“Yeah, daddy. Don’t lie.” Aidan pushes the cakes toward me and waves us off. “Happy wedding day. Get out of my shop.”
“Is this how you treat paying customers?” I ask, but he’s already in the back of the bakery.
We head back to the car and return to the dress shop to pick up the girls. I expect they’ll bring the dresses back and spend the rest of the day getting ready for the wedding, but when we walk into the store, my jaw hits the floor.
Hope, Savannah, and Selena are standing in the center of the shop. Mirrors line both walls and everywhere I look, all I see is them.
Hope wears a long, white dress with emerald trim on the bottom. The corset top pushes her full breasts up and out, but doesn’t look trashy. No, Hope looks the epitome of a princess. I don’t know how she did it in the half hour we were gone, but she managed to find the perfect dress just for her.
Selena’s green dress matches the emerald trim on Hope’s gown and shows off her shoulders and legs. It ends right at her knees and has a cute, pin-up girl look to it. It flares out a little and I can see that she’s wearing a petticoat beneath it. Once she curls her hair, the look will be complete.
Then there’s Savannah.
There’s my perfect, amazing, gorgeous Savannah.
Her dress is also white, like Hope’s, but without the green. It’s all bright, pure white. Thin straps hold her gown in place. Like Selena’s, Savannah’s dress comes to the center of her knees before flaring out. Lace covers the skirt and there’s intricate embroidery on the bodice.
I’ve never seen her look so stunning.
“What do you think?” She whispers.
Wyatt and Hope are already making out in the store, much to the amusement of the store clerk, who is obviously used to shifter couples and their frequent displays of affection.
In response, I hurry over to her, dip her back, and kiss her like she’s never been kissed before.