Breakwater: Custer (BBW Bad Boy Space Bear Shifter Romance)

by Becca Fanning

  Jace broke the kiss, saying, “Don't worry. I'm okay. We're okay. Once this meeting is over, I'll meet you back in my room and explain everything.”

  The shifters, more than she'd ever seen before, filed into the meeting room. Unsure of what to do, Emma sat next to the other woman at the bar. She learned her name was Beth, who the shifters had just rescued. Emma tried her best to explain how the shifters and their Clan worked, though she knew only a bit more than Beth did. After a few drinks, Emma wished her a good night and retreated to Jace's room, waiting for him as patiently as she could. She hopped in the shower, finding one of Jace's huge shirts and pulling it over her body before crawling into his bed.

  He came in only a few minutes after she'd finished her shower. He sat on his bed, not saying anything. She hoped he wasn't reverting back to his silent ways. After everything they'd been through, after everything they'd learned from each other, she didn't know if she could handle him shutting himself off from her.

  “We had to go out and rescue that woman, Beth. She was being hunted by some gangster scumbag she was prosecuting in court. It took seven of us to protect her. We lost a man. I was hit a couple of times.”

  Emma ran her hands over Jace's body, noticing the blood soaking through his clothes, red covering nearly every part of his body. “Oh, my God.”

  “It's fine. Russell got me patched up. I didn't get it as bad as Clive, either. But we disobeyed Marcus, the leader of our group, and in turn disobeyed the Clan Leader, Joe. There was talk of exile, but nothing is going to come of it, this time. I need to rinse off. Will you be here when I get out?”

  “Do you want me to be?”

  “More than anything.”

  Emma sat under the covers, waiting for Jace to come out of the shower. She didn't have to wait long. After a few minutes, she heard the water shut off. The door opened, steam rolling out, and Jace entered the room, a towel wrapped around his body. He flexed his sore muscles and Emma felt her heart beating faster at just seeing him move.

  “You know, I don't hate shifters,” Emma offered. “I don't know if I ever did. Just… with everything that I'd heard, or learned in the precinct… it messed me up.”

  “I know. And I have nothing against cops, even if some of the members do. We can make this work, Emma. It doesn't matter that we're different. If I matter to you, we can do this. Be together. Be happy.”

  “Can we?”

  “If you want to.”

  In answer, Emma peeled the covers back, Jace's shirt hugging her curves and not leaving much to his imagination. His nostrils flared, his eyes burning an even brighter gold than before. He came to her, his dark hair still wet, lifting her out of bed. Jace held her in his thick arms, pushing her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his hips.

  She felt his towel fall away, heard it drop to the floor, but she barely noticed. His lips were on hers, kissing, his tongue pushing deep past her own, exploring her mouth. He broke the kiss, his wet lips on her cheek, moving towards her neck. Goosebumps broke out across her body. He lips wrapped tightly around an ear, his tongue flicking across it. Her goosebumps exploded even more, her body shuddering in pleasure. She moaned into his ear, sucking, running her fingers through his hair.

  Jace's hands moved over her body. One large hand trailed just below her navel before fluttering up over her stomach, pushing underneath the shirt, and then grabbing one of her breasts. His large hand easily cupped it, his fingers tracing delicate circles over her areola, before a finger and thumb pinched lightly. Emma squirmed at the pleasure and slight pain. Between her legs, she felt herself getting wet. She longed for him to push himself deep inside of her and fill her.

  Instead, he slowly lowered her down until she was on her feet. Jace dropped to his knees, running a lone finger over her wetness. She moaned and bucked forward in pleasure, feeling his finger dance away.

  “Please...” she begged, but he wasn't ready. He pressed his lips against one thigh, mercifully close but so far away. His tongue danced over her slit before finding the other thigh, trailing down all of the way until his lips kissed her knee. He grabbed an ass cheek with each hand, pulling her close, his mouth never stopping.

  Slowly, teasingly, he moved his lips back up until they settled over her. His tongue darted down, pressing against her clit, pleasure washing over her body. It quickly moved away, lips kissing every inch of her, drinking her in. His tongue parted her lips, sinking deep into her, one of his fingers pressing against her. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the wall, fingers still moving through Jace's hair but letting him work her body just how he desired.

  His tongue never stopped moving, his lips never stopped kissing, and his finger never stopped working its magic. Soon, she realized she was about to cum. Pleasure was building to a crescendo, more and more, and she tried to push it away as best she could. Finally, her pleasure peaked, and she could do no more. With a scream of pleasure, ecstasy washed over her body, wracking her body in the best way possible. Her orgasm lasted longer than ever before, and when it was finally over, she was weak and smiling.

  Jace stood up, kissing her lightly on the lips. Reaching a hand down, she felt for his thickness, pleased to hear him let out a low moan of pleasure as she wrapped her hands around it. She reached a hand down to the wetness between her legs, making sure her hands were slick, then grabbed him again. Her hands slid over his length with ease. Jace's moans were loud. Anyone can hear, she thought, but she realized she didn't care.

  Together, they eased back towards the bed. Jace leaned back and Emma came close, swinging a leg over his body and straddling him. She grabbed his shaft, thick and hard, and angled it between her legs. The head of his cock spread her lips wide, and she wasn't sure if his largeness could even fit inside of her, but she lowered herself onto him anyway.

  He entered her wetness, sinking slowly deeper and deeper into her. Her moans started quietly and increased until they were filling the room the more she sank onto him. Within a few seconds, she had sank completely onto Jace's massive member. He lay still, letting her work her body and adjust to his size. Slowly, she started to grind back and forth on his body, wetness seeping out of her.

  Jace reached his large hands up, pulling the shirt off of her body and tossing it somewhere on the floor. His eyes went wide when he finally got a complete view of her body, his hands never stopping as they moved from her ass, to her waist, to her breasts. He squeezed, rubbed, and groped in all of the best ways, ensuring that no inch of her body went unnoticed.

  Still, she kept moving against him, feeling him deep inside of her. His thickness filled her up in ways she never thought was possible, pleasure making her whole body weak. He placed his hands around her hips, starting to guide her, rocking his hips up and down in time with her rhythm.

  They were both moving, together, not just two people anymore, but one. Emma gave in to his movements completely, surrendering her body to the utmost pleasure he was bringing her. Sweat rolled down their bodies, both of them slick and wet. She placed her hands against his toned chest, bracing herself as she felt the beginning of another orgasm building deep inside of her.

  She redoubled her efforts, bucking against him, her moans splitting the air again. His breathing became louder, bestial, rugged. She could tell that he was nearing the edge of his own orgasm and she longed for him to cum inside of her, fill her with his warmth. She moved against him faster and faster, and together, they came.

  Pleasure washed over her body again. She felt herself tightening around his thickness, giving him more resistance as he pushed as deep into her as he could go. Between her legs, she felt his member twitching, shooting his seed deep into her, feeling its warmth oozing through the most private part of her. Still, they kept moving, screaming and moaning, until the pleasure finally subsided. Inside of her, she felt his massive length slowly shrinking.

  Emma slowly raised herself off of him, feeling his cum dripping out of her. She laid on her back, next to Jace, both completely
spent and used. They were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, cum, and her juices. Both were silent for a few seconds, each catching their breath.

  Rolling over, Emma placed a hand on Jace's chest. He wrapped one of his arms around her, pulling her close. She wrapped a leg over his body, his hand gripping her butt and not letting her go. They lay like that for a few minutes longer, Emma closing her eyes and just absorbing everything that had just happened.

  “I think I love you,” she heard him whisper. For a man that didn't have much of a way with words, she couldn't be more surprised by what she heard.

  “What?” was all she could manage.

  “I love you,” he repeated. “After everything we've been through, it's really made me realize how incomplete I was. How broken. How I was only worried about the Clan and my job protecting people. There's more out there than being a member of the Clan. There's you.”

  “I love you, too,” Emma said, nearly surprising herself by saying it. But once she did, she realized how undeniably true it was. In only a short matter of days, she'd had her life completely changed. There would be hurdles, sure. Shifters and police officers would probably never get along. But that didn't mean that she couldn't try her best with Jace. “I love you, too.”

  Bear Patches

  Grit and Growl Book II

  by

  Becca Fanning

  April Morgan was the best mechanic in the state. Hands down. She would bet her life on it. But no one took her seriously and it drove her crazy. Especially in her tiny town, where the motorcycle club owned the mechanic shop. It wasn’t that they weren’t good, she was just better.

  And that was why she stood in front of Asphalt Mechanics, her hair cropped short, bandages wrapped around her chest to press her breasts down, and a ‘fuck it’ attitude clear on her face. She was about to go where no girl had ever gone before.

  She walked into the office. “Hi, I’m April. I’m supposed to be starting my job today.”

  “You’re the new secretary?” The man at the desk looked at her dubiously. She wasn’t dressed particularly nicely. She was dressed like she was going to take apart cars.

  She resisted the urge to raise her eyebrow and gesture to her outfit and tool bag. Instead, she smiled and said, “No, I’m the new mechanic.”

  The man’s eyes widened and he looked at his desk for what she assumed was her paperwork. “You’re A.J.?” he said, not looking up at her.

  “Yes, April Justine. I go by A.J.”

  It hadn’t been an accident that she had put her nickname down on the application, or that she had her brother pick it up and drop it off. She had been in the game long enough and she always took into consideration some of her father’s words of advice: “Cars are a boys’ game, and sometimes you need to convince everyone you’re less of a girl. It doesn’t make being a girl bad, it is just the way it is right now. Hopefully it’ll change.”

  Her father loved cars. And when it became very clear that her older brother was more interested in April’s Barbie dolls than cars, April quickly became the child who came to the car shows and helped with her dad’s projects once she was old enough. At first it was just an annoying thing that her dad made her do, but it quickly became her obsession.

  April loved cars and she loved being a girl who worked on cars. If it was up to her, she would have a full face of makeup on to repair engines. She had been a cheerleader in high school, and joined a sorority in college. And she was one of the only girls in her engineering classes. Barriers or not, she wasn’t about to let something as silly as looking good in a dress stop her from what she loved to do.

  “Oh, I thought the young man who dropped off the application…”

  “He’s my brother. Now do you mind pointing me in the direction of Brett? He left a message for me, saying that I’d be reporting to him for a bit.” April crossed her arms and tried to look as menacing as possible. The man looked at her one more time before picking up the phone on the desk and dialing a couple of numbers.

  “Brett? Hey, it’s John at the desk. Your new employee is here…Yeah, A.J….right well you may want to come up here…okay. Okay. Thanks.” He hung up the phone. He looked rather disgruntled.

  “He says head back to the garage. He’s working on the ‘60s Ford Mustang.” April nodded and began to turn around. “Do you need to see a picture of what one of those looks like?”

  “Naw, I’m good. I’ve restored a ’64 and a ’68 before, so I have a pretty good idea what they look like.” April exited the tiny office and headed back to the garage. She drew a number of looks but she ignored them. It was her first day of her dream job, damn it, she wasn’t going to let anyone bring her down.

  She entered the garage and looked at the row of cars. It was clear that the shop was into both regular repairs and restorations. That suited her fine. She spotted the Ford Mustang and headed in that direction, she stopped right in front of it. It was hoisted up slightly and she could see a man’s work boots sticking out from under the car. Based on the boots alone, this guy was enormous.

  She cleared her throat and he slid out from under the car. She was right, he was enormous. He must have been over six feet, and he was bulky as well. His well-muscled arms were on display, and one arm was completely covered in tattoos. His dark blonde hair was cropped close and stubble darkened his jaw. He pushed himself up off the ground and looked at her.

  “Can I help you darlin’? Which car is yours?” She took a step closer, and tripped on a large wrench that someone had left on the floor. A small noise of shock left her as she fell right into him. He caught her before she hit the floor. Cradled in his arms, she realized just how imposing of a man he really was.

  He looked at her, eyebrows raised. She blushed as she realized that he was still waiting for the answer to his question. “Uh, none of them. I’m the new mechanic.” She pushed herself up and took a step back from him. She squared her shoulders, and tried to regain the ground she had just lost. She just met her boss and already she was sure he thought she was a silly little girl.

  He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Really? You’re A.J.?”

  “Yep. April Justine. A.J. is fine though.”

  He looked her up and down. It wasn’t sexual, but there was heat behind it. “Great. There are a few oil changes that need to get done today. I can show you where those are.”

  She nodded. “Sounds good.” She wasn’t going to argue the point that she could do more. She was happy to wait and let him figure that out himself.

  “I’m Brett. I run this shop. You’ll report to me, and I’ll give you your assignments.”

  She smiled. “Great, sounds good.” She wanted to roll her eyes.

  He brought her to one side of the garage and pointed to a line of cars that were parked by the fence. “This is your area, and those are the cars that need to be dealt with. Just give everything a once over and if anything looks like it needs a tune up just let one of the guys know so they can handle it.”

  “Okay,” she drew the word out, not quite sure why she wasn’t allowed to fix something small.

  “Just oil changes for now. Maybe we’ll move you up to tire rotation if you do well with this.” Brett patted her back and walked away. April looked at the long line of cars. She was going to be the best darn oil changer that this shop had ever seen.

  Two evenings after April was hired, Brett closed down the shop, signed off on everyone’s sheets, got on his motorcycle and headed to Jeanette’s newly refurbished bar. After the fire, Brian had gotten the guys together to fix up the place. The damage had been extensive, but the insurance paid out quickly and they were able to fix things up. The new version looked pretty similar to the original, but there were a couple of changes. A few new pool tables, a brand new television for the nights when there was a game on. Jeanette had even updated the kitchen, and sometimes let Brian’s girl cook up some specials. But most nights it was just the usual burgers and fries fare. Brett was always thrilled when Carrie made specials
though. He couldn’t help but be a little jealous of Brian. Carrie was a good girl, sweet and kind but stood up for herself when she needed to. And she was a damn good cook.

  Sometimes he loved his bachelor life: he could stay at the shop as long as he wanted and no one complained about all the old cars he fixed up. He could hang out at the bar almost every night with his friends. But when he looked at how happy Brian and Carrie were, he thought about how nice it would be to come home to someone who missed you and a home cooked meal. God knew he was useless in the kitchen.