Joel (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 5)

by Becca Fanning

  Tyler laughed and Mary flipped him the bird. “See you in a few days, bro.”

  “Take good care of her!” Brett yelled as Tyler revved the bike’s engine.

  “I always will!” Tyler called back.

  They arrived at a fancy hotel an hour away and Tyler helped Mary off the bike. It had been a little awkward to ride in a dress but she managed. “Do you want dinner?”

  “I’m not all that hungry,” she said. She rubbed her bare arms and Tyler pulled her close to him.

  “Then we’ll just go up to the room.” Tyler took her bag and grabbed his own and they walked into the hotel. The front desk people looked a little shocked to see a tattooed guy in a motorcycle cut walk in but they quickly hid it.

  “Hello!” The woman at the front desk said enthusiastically. “How can I help you?”

  “I have a room booked.” Tyler fished out his wallet and handed her a card. The woman swiped it and her eyes widened as his information came up on the screen.

  “Oh, Mr. Lance. Of course. We have it all set up for you. Do you need two key cards?”

  “That’d be great.” Tyler flashed her a bright smile. The woman slid the two key cards and his credit card back across the table to him.

  “If you need anything just give us a call. I’ll be here all evening. Room service, questions about the spa, just give the front desk a ring and we’ll handle it. You’re in room 1001.”

  “Thanks so much.”

  “Do you need someone to get your bags?” The woman gestured to the tiny bags on Tyler’s shoulder.

  He laughed. “No, I think I can manage.”

  “Have a great night, Mr. Lance. Mrs. Lance,” the woman nodded to Mary. Mary opened her mouth to correct the woman but Tyler was pulling her away before she could get the words out of her mouth.

  In the elevator, Tyler pressed the button for the top floor. “She was all over you,” Mary said pensively.

  “Because I booked the best room in the entire hotel, darling. It wasn’t flirting. It was what they do with anyone who books this room.”

  She looked up at him. “Why did you book the best room?”

  “Because I wanted you to relax somewhere really nice.” Tyler was used to girlfriends who wanted to spend his money. It was one of the downsides of his job. But Mary was perpetually unassuming and never expected anything from him besides his company. So he wanted to spoil her with the best suite that money could buy, good food and a day at the spa together.

  They exited the elevator and he looked at the signs for the room. Mary stood in the hallway with him. Her hand was nestled in his larger one. He stopped in front of the room number on the key card. He looked at her, suddenly feeling nervous about everything.

  “Since it’s your first time, I wanted things to be special,” he said, pre-explaining the room’s set up. He had purchased one of the top floor suites for two nights. It was going to be two full days of them getting to know each other. Something they so needed, especially after everything with Brett and the Tribe.

  “You didn’t have to do anything. It’s with you, so it’s going to be special.” She was blushing slightly, and he loved it. He pushed open the door and stepped into the room before her. He wanted to see the look on her face when she saw the room. She followed him in tentatively and then her eyes went wide. He had filled the room with candles and there was a line of rose petals leading to the large bed.

  Mary gasped and Tyler put his hands on her hips and moved up behind her. “It’s like a fairytale,” she whispered.

  “Only the best for you,” he replied. He picked her up, bridal style and walked until he felt his knees hit the edge of the bed.

  He lowered her down, carefully. Her hair spilled back onto the pillows. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He felt like a young boy, about to have sex for the first time. He was nervous. He so wanted to make things perfect for her.

  She leaned back, propped up by her forearms. “You going to join me, or are you just going to watch?”

  He laughed. “I could watch for a little while, if you’d like.”

  Her nose scrunched up. “I’d much prefer if you undressed me.”

  “I think I can handle that.” He followed her onto the bed and leaned forward to kiss her. Their lips met in a searing kiss that made his cock harden. He kissed down her neck and his hands moved up her silky calves to her thighs. He pushed the hem of her dress up, until he exposed her underwear. He sat back and looked at the red, lacey confection.

  “Woah,” he whispered.

  “I figured you would like them. I bought them two weeks ago. I was planning on you seeing them at the apartment on our movie night, but I fell asleep on you.”

  “Good call on the purchase,” he said, his voice choked.

  He lifted the dress over her head and took a moment to observe the beauty in front of him. Her breasts were encased in a bra that matched the panties she wore. He ran a finger between her breasts and his tongue followed. She arched up into his touch and he closed his eyes, and tried to steady his breathing. If she was going to be this responsive the whole time then he was afraid he wasn’t going to last long. He took one breast in his hand, gently massaging it. Her hand went to the edge of his slacks, and she went to tug his shirt out.

  “I want to feel you,” she whispered. He yanked his shirt up, and peeled it off, displaying his muscular torso and all his tattoos to her. Her eyes widened and she ran her hands down his chest and to the edge of his pants. She bit her lip as she looked at his cock, clearly visible and hard through the fabric. She tentatively ran one hand over it and he shuddered in pleasure. She smiled at his reaction and her hands went to his belt.

  She fumbled for a moment, but just as he reached down to help her, she figured it out. She lowered the zipper slowly, almost too slowly, and reached in. He gasped as she took hold of him.

  He was warm, and hot, and silky in her hand. She wasn’t quite sure how to describe the feel of him. The very tip of his cock was wet with pre-cum and she ran her finger around the ridge of the head. She was rewarded with his low moan.

  “Fuck, Mary. You need to stop that.”

  “Why?” she asked, confused.

  He leaned over her, his arms bracing his body weight on either side of her. “Because if you keep doing that, dressed like that, I’m going to cum.”

  She smiled. “That’s what I want!” She squeezed slightly and his eyes fluttered shut.

  “Not yet. I’m not going to cum before we even start anything. This is your first time. We’re focusing on you.”

  She pouted but released him. “Fine. But can I suck on it later?” She had never wanted to do that before. But being with Tyler made her want to try everything.

  He laughed. “You can do whatever your heart desires, after I make you cum a hundred times.”

  He lowered his head and kissed her once more before starting down her body. He left a trail of kisses down her front. He sucked on her nipples, wetting the lace of her bra. Her hands fisted in his soft hair as he moved further down her body.

  He kissed the small protrusion of her hip bones before moving between her legs. He lifted her right leg and put if over his shoulder. He did the same with the left. She propped herself up on a pillow to watch him. He rubbed her inner thighs, and she relaxed into the soft bedding.

  It seemed like he spent ages just massaging her, his warm breath teasing her center. And then, without warning, he leaned his head down and licked her through her panties. She shot up immediately at the sensation. It was amazing. He sucked on her through the lace. The warmth of his mouth did delicious things to her. She felt heat pool in her stomach and wetness flooded her sex.

  Tyler pushed aside her panties and slowly pushed her lips apart. She felt shy for a moment, before she heard him whisper “Gorgeous.” His tongue found her clit and one of his fingers gently teased her entrance. She could feel her insides clench at the sensation of his fingers so close to being inside of her.

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�Tyler,” she moaned. “More please.” He looked up at her, not moving his mouth from the tiny bundle of nerves. His tongue pressed down, flat, on her clit and she felt her world fall apart. The orgasm moved through her faster and with more force than any orgasm she had ever given herself. She cried out and her thigh squeezed against Tyler’s head.

  Then, as the spasms calmed, he slid his finger inside of her. He worked a spot inside of her with such fervor that she was cumming again and again. It was as if it would never stop. She chanted his name over and over. Her words blurred together until she was only making sounds. Another finger joined the first and his tongue lashed at her clit, bringing her to another orgasm.

  “Please, please!”

  “Please, what?”

  “I need you inside of me,” she said, her cheeks flushed with desire and embarrassment. She had never said anything like that to a man before.

  “I am inside of you, darling.” He wiggled his fingers, proving his point.

  She felt her skin heat even more. “Not that.”

  “Use your words. I want to hear that pretty little mouth say something filthy.” There was something animalistic about him. Something fierce and scary, but gentle. He stroked her thigh, as if reassuring her that he was here. And she could do everything on her own time. There was no rush.

  She closed her eyes, blocking out the heat of his gaze. She took a deep breath and said, “I want your cock in my pussy, please.”

  “Your wish is my command.” His fingers slid out of her and she opened her eyes just in time to see him lick her juices off his digits. He pushed his pants off, fully exposing his rock hard length. He leaned over her, and his lips found hers. She could taste the sweet tang of herself on his lips.

  He took his cock in his hand and ran it up and down her slit, wetting himself with her juices. He made a noise low in his throat. “You’re so perfect,” he said, looking down at her.

  He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and slowly, very slowly, began to slide into her. “Tell me if anything hurts.” She nodded and one of her hands gripped the sheet while the other dug into his back.

  She could feel herself opening to him. She hooked her legs around his waist and he slid in an inch more. He continued until he was fully inside of her. She had never felt such an intense feeling of fullness before. She looked between their joined bodies, and she shivered. It was such a hot image.

  Then he began to pull out. She gasped as every inch of him slid out of her, teasing the nerves around her entrance. Then he pushed back inside, slightly faster this time. She buried her head against his shoulder, and bit down slightly. He groaned and pulled out of her once more.

  He was slow and gentle at first, but then she came again and his pace changed completely. He moved faster, the head of his cock hitting the end of her rhythmically. She pulled him closer, their chests pressed together.

  “Tyler. More,” she begged.

  His arms went behind her back, holding her to him in a vice grip. He grunted as he thrust inside of her. There was no rhythm to his movements. Sometimes he pulled all the way out and she was rewarded with the full length of him, and sometimes it was only an inch or so before he rammed back into her.

  She lost count of the number of times she orgasmed. Her inner walls tightened around his cock and each time he made a noise that made her giddy with pleasure. She was doing that to him. She was making him come undone.

  “Mary…I’m going to…fuck. I’m going to cum,” he mumbled against her ear. His lips slammed down onto hers as his thrusts became even more erratic. She came again, and then he did. She felt the tension in his shoulders release and she was filled with warmth.

  He took a deep breath and pulled out of her slowly. “Fuck,” he said appreciatively. She smiled. “I’m going to clean you up, hold on.” He jumped out of bed and she pouted, already missing his warmth.

  He appeared a moment later, washcloth in hand. He gently cleaned between her legs and she flinched slightly. “Sorry darling. You’re probably going to be sore for a bit.”

  “It was worth it,” she said. He tossed the cloth into the bathroom and climbed back into bed. He snuggled up behind her.

  “You’re so beautiful when you cum,” he said against her skin. She laughed and rolled over so she was pressed against him.

  He pulled her in close and ran his nose along her shoulder. She turned her head to look at him. “We should do this again, sometime,” she said. Her tummy was still aflutter with everything he had done to her.

  He laughed and kissed her shoulder and her cheek. “You can count on it.”

  End.

  Riding Bearback

  Bear Ranchers Book I

  by

  Becca Fanning

  Damn cows! Damn them all! Jess Lincoln, her black hair flying free from her ponytail, swore as she ran through the knee high grass. The cow loped out of her way, dodged around a scrubby bush and cantered off in the opposite direction.

  She hadn’t signed up for this, not at all. The property description had said quite clearly that this damnable ranch, in Colo-stupid-rado, had stupid people…what were they called? Oh yes, hands who worked with the cows. No one had said that they would all be gone when she got there, or that the fences were in reprehensible disrepair, or that in the face of an oncoming thunderstorm, the stupid creatures would scatter to the four corners of the state.

  Jess stopped her helter-skelter run and hands on knees began to suck in lung-fulls of air. The stitch in her side was becoming a problem. A cow turned brown, expressive eyes on her and mooed dolefully.

  “Yeeesh, and to you too,” Jess said.

  “That’s not how ya do it!” That was Old Charlie. He had come with the ranch, but since Jess guessed he was at least a thousand years old, he was no use to her. He leaned against the still standing part of the fence and smiled his toothy grin. He was an African American man with a dandelion, powder puff of white hair that stood up like Albert Einstein’s. Jess had known Charlie for five minutes and already he was getting on her nerves.

  She could’ve stayed in New York. It was a big city, with bustling people and cabs. She could have kept her old job at the ad agency, or found a new one since Conrad, her ex, probably still worked there. Actually come to think of it, she could have chosen a lovely tropical island in the Bahamas instead of this cow-infested dust bowl. But then she looked up at the view; the plain stretching out ahead of her to a line of trees, and then the mountains in the distance. All this space, all this land, and she’d bought it for a steal.

  Sighing, Jess turned to look at Old Charlie. “Okay, so how do you suggest I get these dumb creatures back?”

  He shrugged. “You know how to ride a horse?”

  “No,” she said wrinkling her nose.

  “Well then, you’re poked,” he said and shuffled his way back up to the main house.

  “Thank you, oh so much for that,” Jess yelled after him.

  He just waved a wrinkled hand at her and went on his merry way.

  Oh well, nothing for it. She ran around for a while as the clouds rolled in overhead and cows trotted out of her way in a distressingly unconcerned fashion. It was almost as though the beasts knew that she had never so much as petted a cow before.

  Eventually she flopped down in the turf her sides aching, while above her the sky began to boil. Lightning flashed and licked the depths of the clouds turning them bright for an instant before letting them fall dark again. And of course the sun was setting. It was going to rain and get dark all at the same time and she was so far out of her comfort zone, it was on another continent.