Grizzly Secret (Arcadian Bears Book 3)

by Becca Jameson

  She nodded. He was right. It felt so good.

  Forever they stood there, drinking in each other’s gazes. Her arousal increased by the second, as she knew his did at the same time.

  Suddenly, she was falling backward. She grabbed his waist with both hands to keep from hitting the floor. But he had her firmly in his grip. He lowered her onto her back over a pile of blankets and settled himself on his side next to her.

  He leaned his face in his palm, never breaking eye contact. His other hand smoothed down from her shoulder to flatten between her breasts and then lower. He then gripped her waist, fingers spread wide enough that his thumb rested against the underside of her breast and his pinky returned to torture that same inch of exposed skin at the small of her back.

  She breathed deeply, each inhale drawing more of his essence into her system.

  “We could walk away,” he finally said.

  Her eyes widened in confusion.

  He gave her a wry smile. “I don’t mean forever. I mean we could leave here now without having sex.”

  “Would it make a difference?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

  “No. It would change nothing. Touching you for the first time changed nothing. Kissing you for the first time changed nothing. Making love to you won’t, either. None of those things will alter the fact that you’re mine.”

  “None of them will fix our problems, either,” she pointed out.

  “This is true.” He lowered his face to lightly touch her lips with his again. “If we walk out the door right now, we will leave completely unsatisfied and unable to sleep.”

  She smiled against his mouth. “And if we have sex first, you think you’ll be fully satisfied and sleep like a baby?” she teased.

  “No.” He sighed. “It’ll be worse. I’m sure.”

  She chewed on her lip for a moment, knowing already in her heart she would let him take her tonight. She’d known it before she left the house. It was the reason she wore her sexiest bra and panty set and told her mother she would be late. “What do we have to lose?”

  He grinned again. “My virginity for one.”

  She gasped, swatting at his forearm. “You think I gave mine away to someone else?”

  His smile widened. “I had hoped not. But I wouldn’t blame you if you had.”

  She shook her head. “No. Of course not. It’s always been yours to claim. Even when I was in total denial, it was yours.”

  His face lit up. “Good.” A twinkle in his eyes teased her. “This will take about six seconds, then.”

  She giggled while her nipples puckered to stiff peaks and her pussy clenched tight. “Maybe if we get this out of our system, we can walk away.”

  A slow smile spread across his face. “Sure. We can go with that story if you want.”

  She shuddered, changing the subject. “It’s freezing in here.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t think we’ll feel it.”

  “You’re right.” They’d be glad the room was cold as soon as they touched skin to skin.

  “I brought blankets.”

  “Several loads of them, it would appear.” She patted the floor at her side.

  “Yeah. I carried more every time I came. That couch makes me cringe. I’m sure it’s a pullout, but I’m not willing to touch it to find out. And the only other surface in this cabin is a cot in the basement. Not going there, either.”

  “There’s a basement?”

  “Well, more of a cellar. Not someplace I would take a woman.”

  She nodded, shuddering at the idea. “Then I’m glad you amassed a stack of blankets.” They were stalling.

  Silence took over. He released her waist to thread his fingers in her hair. It was a mess of curls panned out around her. “Why do you always wear it pulled back like this?”

  She shrugged. “I’m lazy and always late.”

  “It’s so damn sexy when it’s down.”

  His words reached deep, sending a chill down her spine.

  He ran his fingers through the locks, staring at them. “So soft. I’ve wanted to run my hands through your hair for as long as I can remember.”

  Heat rushed up to her cheeks. She wiggled her free arm under his and flattened her palm on his chest. “I’m hoping there are other parts of me you’ve wanted to touch,” she boldly stated.

  He dropped her hair to cup her face. “You have no idea.” And then his lips were on hers again.

  She lost herself in the kiss and the sensation of his fingers running back down her body. He briefly gripped her waist, and then he cupped her breast for the first time.

  She moaned and arched her chest toward him.

  His thumb slid across her nipple, making her gasp into his mouth. “Easy, baby. You’re so damn hot.” His ability to communicate into her mind came in super handy all of a sudden. It also steamed up the cabin.

  Seconds later, he slid his hand under her shirt, flattening his palm against her belly.

  She gripped her knees together, imagining she might come the moment he touched her breast even through the lace of her bra.

  He chuckled into her mind. “Firecracker.”

  She ignored him and wiggled to one side to slide out from under him and sit up. “Take your shirt off, Alton. Stop teasing.” She whipped hers over her head with more courage than she’d ever exhibited in her life. She needed him. Now. Inside her. Tonight was not a night for foreplay.

  He tugged his shirt off with one hand. She didn’t even know what it looked like. He kicked off his boots next while she did the same. When he reached for the button on his jeans, she boldly rose onto her knees and undid hers as well.

  Apparently, he drew the line at their separation with her fingers fumbling at the button on her jeans. Ignoring his, he grabbed her by the waist, lifted her to her feet, and released her button and zipper seconds later. He tugged the denim down her legs and tapped her feet to get her to step out.

  She held on to his shoulders, touching his firm muscles for the first time.

  When he drew her toward him, gripping her hips and setting his lips on her belly, she thought she might die. “Yes,” she hissed.

  He lowered his mouth to the lace of her panties and licked along the seam until her knees buckled.

  Before she completely collapsed from the inability to concentrate on remaining upright, he swung her onto her back once again and leaned over her. His eyes met hers for only a second, the heat in them intense. And then they slowly swept down her body.

  “Jesus, Jos. You’re sexier than I imagined.”

  She couldn’t speak out loud, but she did manage to communicate into his mind. “I could say the same about you.” She lifted a hand to plant it on his chest.

  Alton set his fingertips on the upper swell of her breast and then danced them across to the other side and down lower. He swung a leg over her body, straddling her. As if he had hours of experience with bras, he popped the front clasp and then licked his lips again, the reverence in his gaze heating her skin and making her nipples jump to stiff peaks.

  He finally cupped the swell of her breasts and stroked the skin so gently goose bumps rose in the wake of his fingertips. The moment he made contact with her nipples, she moaned.

  A smile spread across his face. He glanced at her eyes and then back down, lightly pinching the tips of her breasts.

  She grabbed his biceps, impressed by how firm the muscles were. “Alton…”

  “Not gonna rush this, baby.”

  She swallowed. Rushing was exactly what she had in mind.

  He scooted down her body, grabbed the lace of her panties, and dragged them off her. Before she had a chance to grasp her total nudity entirely, he nudged her legs apart with his knee and set it between her thighs. When he did the same with his other knee, she closed her eyes.

  It was asking way too much for her to watch him looking at her so intimately.

  He stroked his palms up and down her outer thighs next, his thumbs coming closer and clos
er to her sex.

  She fought for every breath, struggling to focus on the need for oxygen while his fingers spread her lower lips and the cold air in the room made her hyper-aware of how wet she was.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispered. “So wet for me.” He hadn’t touched the moisture yet, so she had to assume he could see it. Smell it.

  Her face heated further.

  He reached between her folds and stroked upward until he flicked the tip of his finger over her clit.

  She cried out, grabbing for his waist, fumbling in an attempt to touch more of him with fingers that weren’t taking messages from her brain.

  “So sexy. Come for me, Joselyn.” He used her full name, making it super obvious he was acutely aware of who he was with and what this meant to him.

  She squeezed her knees together against his thighs, her instinct to close her legs taking over.

  “Uh-uh.” He was shaking his head when she blinked. And then he set one hand on the floor next to her head, leaned over her, held her gaze, and swirled her wetness around her clit. He flicked it expertly.

  “How do you know what you’re doing?” she asked into his mind, unwilling and unable to voice her concerns. How many women had he done this to?

  He smiled and responded out loud. “You’re my first in all ways, baby. Don’t freak out on me. I’ve done my research. I know how to take care of you.”

  She lifted her hips toward his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. She believed him.

  “Watch me. Watch me while you come for me.” His tone was both soft and demanding at the same time.

  She stared into his eyes, her mouth falling open as the first orgasm she would ever have at his hands washed through her body. Most of her muscles clenched as she came against his fingers, hard. She dug her fingertips into his waist.

  He eased his touch as she came down, and for the first time in a while, she forced out a sentence. “Make love to me, Alton. Now.”

  He lifted up onto his knees and shrugged out of his jeans while she watched. When his cock popped free, she gulped. It was significantly larger than she’d imagined.

  He chuckled into her head. “Glad you approve.”

  She flinched, realizing she hadn’t blocked that thought. It was impossible to block him while she was this aroused. Even moments after coming, she was ready for him. More ready perhaps.

  As he slid farther down her body, he reached between her legs and stroked through her lower lips again. His firm length rested against her thigh.

  She grabbed his waist again, urging him with her hands.

  He slid one finger into her, and her eyes rolled back. Holy shit.

  Sure, she was a virgin, but she’d used toys on herself over the years. She shouldn’t be that tight. Why did his touch elicit far more sensations than her vibrator?

  He added another finger, and she moaned.

  “You are the sexiest person on earth. I’ll never tire of watching you come undone. I’ve never seen you so…open.”

  Under normal circumstances, she might have been mortified, but none of that was necessary. This was Alton. Her mate. The man she should be bound to and would if their stupid families weren’t in a lifelong brawl.

  So many years spent in turmoil. Fighting it now was futile.

  She gripped at his two fingers with the walls of her channel, craving more. Craving him. Craving everything.

  When he removed his fingers with a slight pop and lifted them to his mouth to lick them clean, she stopped breathing. Everything he did was more smolderingly hot than the last.

  “Mmm.” He moaned around her taste, and then he set his hand on the other side of her head, threaded both sets of fingers in her thick hair, and lodged his cock at her entrance. “You okay?”

  “Jesus, Alton.”

  He held her gaze. “Baby,” he groaned.

  “Do it,” she demanded.

  With one sharp thrust, he entered her, taking her breath away, claiming her so quickly and so thoroughly, she lost all ability to think. Every brain cell focused on the stretch of her pussy around him. Too tight.

  She dug her nails into his waist, trying to accommodate him.

  He didn’t move. She was fairly sure he didn’t breathe, either. His arms shook beside her head.

  And then she realized she too had not breathed. The shock of him filling her so fast and so full froze her in her spot. The initial pain fled just as quickly, leaving her needing more. She squirmed, sucking in a lungful of air. “Move. Alton, move.”

  He misunderstood her, his eyes widening as he pulled out.

  She shook her head, wrapping her legs around him and holding him lodged at her entrance. “No. I mean fuck me, Alton.”

  He hesitated a moment and then slid back inside. The second pass was so much better than the first, and she whimpered around the intensity of sensation bombarding her. Her lip quivered.

  Alton groaned. “You okay?”

  “Yes. Do it again.”

  He slid back out and thrust back in, his arms shaking. He was holding back. He didn’t pull out again yet. Instead, he lowered his face and kissed her. He licked the seam of her lips, entered, and tasted her all over again.

  A starving man. Desperate.

  She let him kiss her, but her mind was on her pussy and how badly she needed to come again. If he would just…

  And then he released her lips, pulled almost out, and thrust back inside her tight warmth.

  She bit her swollen bottom lip to keep from screaming. Why? No one was anywhere near them to hear her cry out.

  She was going to come. He set a pace, thrusting in and out of her faster. She tilted her pelvis toward his cock so the base hit her clit with every pass. Tipping her head back, she concentrated on how incredible it felt to be filled by him. So much better than any toy she owned.

  She was ruined.

  On that last thought, she came, gripping his cock and causing him to scream her name as he came right behind her.

  He lowered himself over her, propping his body up with his elbows to avoid crushing her, though she wished he wouldn’t. It would be worth it for him to flatten himself over her so that as much of their skin made contact as possible.

  Instead, when he finally caught his breath, he eased out of her and slid to his side next to her. One leg remained lodged between hers, and one hand flattened on her belly.

  She stroked her fingers up and down his biceps.

  He breathed heavily into her ear. “You’re mine.”

  She smiled. “I’m yours.”

  She didn’t realize she’d fallen asleep or notice when he covered their bodies with one of the blankets, but suddenly she was wide awake, bolting upright. Sweating.

  The dream.

  She twisted to one side to find Alton next to her, reaching for her. “Baby, you okay?” His hand landed on her arm, tugging her across his chest.

  “Yeah. Nightmare.” She sighed as she snuggled against his side and flattened her palm over his pecs. “Not the first one. I have the same one often. I don’t even know what it’s about. It evaporates the moment I wake up. But every time I’m left feeling like you’re gone.”

  “Gone? I’ve never even been there before.”

  “I know. It makes no sense. But I reach for you. You’re never there.”

  “I’m here now.” He held her closer, chasing away the demons as he kissed the top of her head. His hand roamed up and down her back.

  For how long? “What are we going to do?” she whispered to his chest.

  “I don’t know yet.” He squeezed her tighter.

  “What time is it?”

  “Late. After midnight.”

  She drew circles on his chest absentmindedly. “I feel like I’m going to hyperventilate. I can’t lose you.”

  He cupped her face, tilting her head back and searching her eyes with his deep brown penetrating ones. “You’ll never lose me.”

  “You can’t know that.” She grabbed his forearm with her hand as if she could hold on
to him and keep him from slipping away. “When I leave here, I won’t even have any way to communicate with you.”

  He lifted a brow as if to insinuate she was to blame for not insisting they bind together immediately.

  She rolled her eyes. “Come on. Don’t make me the bad guy here. You know as well as I do we can’t bind right now. Our families would freak out. Why do I have to be the voice of reason? You can’t seriously tell me you’d enjoy starting World War III.”

  His shoulders fell. So did his expression. “No. You’re right.” He set his forehead against hers. “But I hate knowing how much you’re hurting. And I can’t stand the thought of not having constant contact with you.” He kissed her lips softly, a feather’s touch.

  Joselyn climbed over his body, emboldened, straddling him. The blanket slid down to expose her chest. She went from sad and concerned to aroused in a heartbeat. As she slid her hands down to his waist, she deepened the kiss. “Need you again,” she muttered against his lips. She had no idea what the future would hold, but she was here now, and she intended to have him again.

  “Me too, baby.” He released her face to run his palms down her body.

  Wetness flooded her pussy at the way he looked at her. And the way he kept calling her baby in that soft, reverent tone of his.

  “Don’t move.” When his gaze roamed down to her chest with a serious expression, she glanced down also. She gasped. Her full breasts were heavy, swaying between them. No wonder he licked his lips. The visual was sexy even to her.

  “Alton…”

  “Please, don’t say anything. Let me have this. Let me memorize every inch of you. I’ll need it to get me through long, lonely nights without you in my bed.”

  She swallowed, fighting the tears that wanted to leak from her eyes at the reverence in his voice.

  With his free hand, he trailed one finger up her torso and between her breasts.

  Her nipples jumped to attention, begging for more, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

  She watched as he slowly spiraled her breast, circling around and around as he drew closer to her nipple. Willing him to touch it didn’t affect him at all. And she knew he was inside her head listening to her every desire, or at least the thoughts she permitted him to see. She could allow him all the way inside her mind if she wanted, but she held something back, as if not entirely willing to give him complete access.