Smokejumpers 2 Werebear: Bear Shifters

by Kim Fox

  “Can we go to the east side of the park tomorrow?” Amanda asked as she prepared the plane for landing. She looked at him with a sexy grin. “There’s still a lot more I want to see,” she said, biting her lip.

  Beckett turned his head and looked out his side window to hide his smile.

  Amanda did her thing and landed the plane. She was a very competent pilot and really handy with the repairs from what he had seen so far. The plane was flying much smoother than it had in years.

  She taxied the plane back into the hangar and shut it down as he took off his headset.

  “Well that concludes your flight with Amanda Airlines. Careful when exiting because your large package,” she said darting her eyes to his crotch, “may have shifted during flight. Thank you for flying with us and may you have a warm afternoon and a hot and steamy night.”

  She blew him a kiss and hopped out of the airplane, leaving Beckett sitting there with his head swimming. He climbed out of the plane and stretched his back as Matteo walked into the hangar. Amanda said hi but he blew past her without even an acknowledgment.

  “Did you have fun?” Matteo asked.

  “She was testing the plane, getting a feel for the surroundings.”

  “Cut the bullshit. I can smell her on you.”

  “Excuse me?” Beckett replied. That was no way to speak to an alpha. If it kept going in this direction than he was going to have to crack the whip.

  “There was a wildfire while you were gone,” Matteo said, crossing his arms. “We couldn’t get there because we had no plane. Or a pilot.”

  Beckett could feel his heart beating in his chest.

  “Luckily it burnt itself out between the cliffs and the river,” Matteo said.

  Beckett had nothing to say. He looked past Matteo at Amanda walking to her cabin. He was unable to look Matteo in the eyes.

  “You’re neglecting your duties.”

  “That’s enough,” Beckett snapped. “I took care of it. I don’t want to hear you complain about her again. I forbid you to mention her.”

  Matteo clenched his jaw and stared him down. Beckett puffed out his chest as adrenaline started to flow. His second looked ready to challenge him.

  Matteo exhaled sharply, spun on his heels and stormed out of the hangar.

  This is why…

  Beckett shook out his tense hands and exhaled long and hard. Matteo had no business questioning his alpha but as mad as Beckett tried to be, he couldn’t help but think that Matteo was right.

  four

  The next morning Amanda decided to make her famous cinnabuns for the guys. It took a lot of convincing, fighting actually, to get them to surrender their outdoor kitchen.

  “It’s a man’s job to cook for their women,” Sander said, gripping onto the wooden counter as Amanda tried to pull him away.

  “Please just go sit down and put your feet up,” Finch pleaded. “I’ll make you a fresh coffee and we’ll cook whatever you want.”

  She tickled the inside of Sander’s armpits and he finally released the counter in a fit of giggles.

  “But I want to cook for you guys,” Amanda said. She had never met men so eager to pamper women before. She wasn’t aware that such a species even existed. “My granny used to make these. Trust me, you’ll love them.”

  They reluctantly agreed, after Amanda threatened to get up early and cook for them every morning, and left the kitchen. They sat by the fire with their heads turned, watching her. Keene was biting his fingernails and Sander was pacing around the camp, staring at the ground and muttering to himself.

  They had a nice outdoor setup and Amanda was impressed. Big logs were planted into the ground and soared over her head in a rustic lean-to. They had stone flooring, with large wooden counter tops, a huge fridge and stove hooked up to a generator, and all of the necessary kitchen instruments. Amanda picked up a long, sharp machete out of a drawer. And some unnecessary ones as well.

  Beckett came over with a bucket full of fish. He was out fishing in the river when she had woken up. “I’m getting some complaints from the members of my crew that you’re being uncooperative.”

  She opened the oven and checked the cinnabuns. They were starting to brown nicely. “Yeah, well your crew is a bunch of babies.”

  He laughed. “It makes them very uncomfortable to have women doing the work. They feel that women should be the ones lounging around, getting their feet rubbed while they do all of the cooking and cleaning.”

  Amanda poured powdered sugar into a bowl for the icing. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” she asked.

  He shrugged. “Maybe a bit, but I want you to do whatever makes you happy. And those cinnabuns smell amazing.” He opened the oven and took a whiff.

  She dipped her finger into the powdered sugar and touched the tip of his nose, leaving a white mark. “Don’t touch.”

  “Hey I’m the boss,” he said, wiping the sugar off his nose and then licking it from his finger.

  “When I’m cooking,” she said, mixing the ingredients in the bowl, “I’m the boss of the kitchen. Now get those stinky fish out of here.”

  “Wow you’re a real ball buster of a boss,” he teased.

  She bit her lip and raised her eyebrow. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  Beckett disappeared into his cabin to clean up and the timer went off. Amanda took out the tray and smiled. That cinnamon smell always reminded her of her granny.

  She drizzled the icing over the hot cinnabuns and placed them on a serving plate. “Breakfast is ready,” she called out.

  The boys ran over and each grabbed one, leaving the two biggest pieces for Beckett and Matteo. Matteo had been gone all morning. Amanda didn’t know, or care, where he was.

  “Amazing,” Keene said, licking his fingers.

  “So good,” Ellis said, moaning.

  Amanda glanced back at the kitchen. There were piles of dirty bowls filled with caked on batter, trays coated in hardened glaze, and broken eggs all over the counter and floor. It looked like the Swedish chef from the Muppets had been cooking in there.

  She threw a dishtowel at Sander. “You guys can do the dishes.”

  “Thank you,” he said, clearly relieved. He smiled and ran to the sink.

  Beckett checked his reflection one more time in the mirror before leaving his cabin. It was already later in the morning but it was darker than usual and there were black clouds hovering in the distance. The area would get some much needed rain.

  “Why are you so dressed up?” Quint asked, as Beckett walked by the picnic tables. Amanda giggled. He was wearing a button up shirt and his nice jeans, the ones without any dirt stains on them.

  Beckett brushed him off. “How is our new chef?” he asked.

  “Boss these are amazing!” Sander said. “She can cook in my kitchen anytime. Well, no more than once a week.”

  He took the biggest cinnabun, poured himself some coffee and sat down in front of Amanda. “Guys it looks like rain today,” he said. “Go prepare the camp.” They scattered like deer at the order.

  “So?” Amanda asked, as he took a bite and chewed.

  “Delicious.” The soft roll melted in his mouth. Sander couldn’t cook like this.

  “Good.” Amanda looked down at the coffee cup in her hands. “Before, you said that you want me to do whatever makes me happy. Did you mean that?”

  He nodded as he took another bite.

  “Good. Because going flying today would make me happy.” She raised her stunning eyes to his. “With you.”

  “Not a good idea,” he said. “We’re on call. We need the plane here in case there’s a fire.”

  “We can take my Cessna. It’s going to rain anyways,” she said. “And in the highly unlikely event that there is a fire, and it’s not being put out by the rain, Finch can fly. He told me he is a pilot.”

  “Probably the worst pilot that you have ever seen,” he said. “His license expired, probably before you were born.”

  “Look
at those clouds,” she said, pointing to the dark sky. A foot rubbed up his leg and he almost choked on the cinnabun in his mouth. “Please. I want to do that again.”

  Do what again?

  Beckett wanted to go as well. So did his bear the way that his chest was vibrating and purring. It was going to rain this afternoon. That was for sure. If there was a fire then the rain would probably put it out before they even got there.

  “Alright,” he spat out, before he could convince himself otherwise. The wind could always shift directions and send the rain clouds away. He pushed that thought out of his mind as Amanda ran around the table, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into his shoulder and squealed in delight.

  “Let’s go now.” Beckett wanted to leave before Matteo came back from his hunt. He didn’t want to see the disapproving look on his face.

  Amanda ran off to get the plane ready.

  Beckett walked over to Ellis, who was stacking the chairs and carrying them to the storage shed. He hoisted ten, large Adirondack chairs over his shoulder as if they were made of cardboard.

  “I’m going up with Amanda,” he said. “I need to get her familiar with the area. You’re in charge until Matteo gets back.”

  Ellis’ face dropped. “I’m saying this as your brother who loves you, and not as a member of your crew. I think that’s a bad idea. We missed the fire yesterday. We’re still on call.”

  “It’s going to rain,” Beckett replied.

  “Maybe,” Ellis said. “Maybe not. I know what it’s like for your bear to get caught up with a girl, but, I think you should stick around today.”

  “My bear is not caught up with Amanda.”

  Ellis raised his eyebrow. “Come on bro. I know you better than that.”

  Beckett sighed. His brother had a point but he already told Amanda yes and he couldn’t bare to disappoint her.

  “It’s going to be fine. It’s gonna rain. We won’t go far. Just call me on the radio if you need me.”

  Ellis shrugged. “Alright Boss,” he said, and carried the chairs to the shed.

  “It’s so much smaller in here,” Beckett said, looking around the inside of Amanda’s plane. It was only a two seater with some spare room behind them.

  She glanced down at their thighs touching. “It has some perks,” she said with a smile.

  She was a natural with this plane, flicking switches and steering it as if it was an extension of her enticing body.

  They barreled down the runway and climbed into the air. Beckett glanced out the window at the shrinking camp below. Second thoughts crept into his mind like a cancer. He shook them away. Too late now.

  Amanda checked her instruments and turned to the east, away from the dark clouds coming in.

  “I snuck a picnic basket,” she said. He turned his head and there was a picnic basket behind their seats with sandwiches and a bottle of wine. A nice bottle, not one made by Quint.

  They flew for awhile chatting and admiring the spectacular scenery. The snow capped mountains in the distance looked like they were painted on the sky. They flew over a small herd of deer who were running in terror from the noise of their plane.

  Beckett glanced down at Amanda’s thighs and swallowed. She was wearing a skirt today that was showing off her curvy legs. Her skin looked so smooth. He wanted to caress it.

  “That looks like a nice landing spot,” she said, pointing to a clearing down below. “We can land there and walk to that river and eat lunch.”

  She prepared the plane for landing as Beckett took the opportunity of her distraction to glance at her legs and breasts a couple times.

  The plane touched down in the valley and she shut off the engine. “Hungry?” she asked. Her breasts pressed into his arm as she reached over his seat for the picnic basket. His inner bear rumbled.

  “Your bear sounds hungry,” she said. “But is it for food or something else?” She jumped out of the plane before Beckett had to answer.

  Beckett glanced up at the sky once he was out of the plane and surveyed the dark clouds. The sun was still shinning on them but it wouldn’t be long before those clouds came rumbling in. It was already after twelve. They had already been away too long but Amanda looked so happy and she made the effort of making lunch. He couldn’t disappoint her now. He would eat fast and insist they head back right after.

  Amanda ran up ahead and disappeared through the trees. It wasn’t far to the river ahead. Beckett jogged to catch up.

  His heart skipped a beat as he saw her sitting on a large moss covered rock with the sun basking down on her. She had spread out the food and was opening the bottle of wine. She popped the cork and pulled out two wine glasses as he sat down beside her.

  It was a great spot, one he had never been to before. The Montana wilderness was full of hidden treasures like this: tall swaying trees, beside a slow moving, babbling river. It beat any city he had ever been to.

  She handed him a glass of wine and held hers up. “To new jobs and to new friends,” she said. They clinked glasses and took a sip. Beckett moaned as the wine filled his mouth. He forgot how good wine was supposed to taste. He forgot that it wasn’t supposed to burn on the way down, that is wasn’t supposed to cause pain.

  They took off their shoes and spread out next to each other, drinking their wine and watching the river travel down to who knows where.

  Beckett finished his glass and Amanda topped it back up. “Trying to get me drunk?”

  “Well, we can’t waste this nice bottle, and I have to fly…so it looks like its all you.” She emptied the bottle, holding it up, until the last drop fell into his glass. “And if you get tipsy and lose some of your inhibitions…then that’s not my fault.”

  “It sounds like you’re trying to seduce me,” he said taking a long sip.

  She raised her eyebrow. “Is it working?”

  “I’m holding out for now,” he replied.

  She reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her legs. She unhooked them off her feet, held them up for him to see and then tossed them into the river. The hungry river swallowed them up and took them away in its current.

  “How about now?” she asked.

  His bear started purring.

  “There he is,” she said. “But he’s the easy one.” She leaned over, brushing her breasts against Beckett’s arm, and inched her lips to his ear. “You’re the hard one.”

  Beckett could feel his heart beating in his head. He swallowed hard as her warm breath tickled his neck. Her hand slid up his leg and stroked his erection, bulging through his shorts.

  “Wow,” she whispered in his ear, “you are the hard one.”

  He stared at the river, trying to control himself, as her fingers unbuckled his belt. She pulled his zipper down and slid her hand in, feeling his cock.

  He was rock hard and her palm rubbing up and down his shaft was erasing all doubts in his head. She pulled his cock out and stroked it with her hand, jerking him off while she kissed and flicked her tongue on his neck.

  “You can tell me to stop anytime,” she whispered between kisses in a deep, throaty voice.

  He didn’t want her to stop. It felt too good.

  She moved her head down, his skin shivering where her lips had been, and wrapped her thick lips around his cock. He leaned his head back and moaned as she went up and down on his dick, stroking his hard shaft with her tight grip and sucking on his tip with her full lips.

  She increased the pace, bobbing up and down on his erection, sucking him hungrily. He already felt like he was going to come, about to paint her tonsils with his seed.

  He reached down under her skirt and grabbed her bare ass. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and gasped for breath as his fingers pulled back the folds of her wet pussy. She moaned and dove back down as he slid in a finger inside her, then another one.

  Beckett leaned down on the hard rock and lifted her up by the pelvis and brought her leg over his head, lowering her pussy onto his mouth in a
sixty nine position.

  He spread her pussy lips with both hands and licked the delicious pink inside with his tongue. She moaned and sucked his cock harder, as he plunged his tongue into her tight hole, tasting her sweet pussy juices. She moaned and writhed on his face as he flicked her clit with his tongue.

  It was a beautiful sight, having this beauty’s legs spread before him and he ate her out with lustful pleasure.

  She dropped his cock as he found her spot with his tongue. He licked it hard as he rubbed her swollen clit in small, fast circles with his thumb. Her hips bucked as she whimpered and cried out his name.

  She postured up, forgetting his cock, and grinded her hips on his wet mouth. “Ahh,” she screamed as he pressed harder. “Stop. I’m going to come.”

  She jumped off his face and turned around, straddling his hips. “I want you to fuck me.” She was breathing heavily, her hair a mess. He grabbed his aching cock and guided the tip into her opening.

  He watched over his stomach as her pussy lips wrapped around the head of his cock. His erection was swallowed as she lowered her hips.

  The sun disappeared as the rain clouds made their way overhead. Small drops of rain fell down on them from above as their bodies merged into one.

  She felt so tight on his cock, silky smooth, and he moaned as she bounced up and down, guiding him in and out.

  She pulled her shirt off her head and unclasped her bra. Her tits were perfect. Big and shapely, soft and full. Her pink nipples were hard and stood straight up. He leaned up and took them in his mouth, kissing and sucking them as the warm rain started to beat down on them.

  She grabbed his shirt and frantically pulled it off his head. Her fingers clawed at his rain soaked chest and abs as she writhed on his dick. Her wet hair stuck to her head and her voluptuous breasts heaved as she bounced up and down, taking him all the way inside her.

  Intense and heavy rain slammed into Beckett’s face as he opened his mouth and cried out. Amanda placed both hands on his chest and leaned on him as she bounced her hips up and down on his cock, fast and hard. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart as his whole body seized up and then released.