Hare Today Bear Tomorrow (Mating Call Dating Agency, #1)

by Lynn Red

  He was standing up and holding Garnet’s hand. “What are you doing?” she asked. “What’s going on?”

  “We’re leaving,” he said. “I have a feeling that this isn’t going to be the first time they put people on this balcony and they ended up taking off before the meal was over.”

  “Aren’t you hungry?” Garnet asked, “you’re a bear after all.”

  “I’m starving half to death, but it isn’t for food,” he said as he clutched Garnet against him and pushed through the door. “I’m starving for you. And I’m not missing this chance, not for anything in the world.”

  She felt her chest tighten slightly, and tried her best to keep from acting like a lovesick puppy. Before she knew it, Garnet was shaking with a chill that started in the deepest parts of her core and radiated outward until the sensation curled her fingers into her palms, and the tiny hairs on the back of her neck against her skin.

  The two of them were silent as they made their way out of Le Chateau and back to the long, black Cadillac that brought them. The driver was dutifully waiting, and as soon as he saw them appear from the door, took the Bluetooth thing out of his ear and rolled down the window. “You guys ready to go already?” he had a smile on his face that told the pair that this wasn’t his first rodeo with Mating Call dates.

  Stacy grinned, and Garnet smiled despite her lingering misgivings. Who was this girl who was willing to trust someone based on two dates and a lot of talking and not much else? She shook her head, pretending it was a deflected chill that sent a shiver through her body. Climbing into the car after he opened the door for her, some of her lingering fear began to collapse. There was still a tiny shred of worry clinging to her nerves, but feeling this man sit beside her; feeling the warmth from his body and the beat of his heart when she touched his bared wrist with her fingertips, she started to think that maybe, just maybe, this was real after all.

  “What happens when the world goes back to normal? When we’re not on this weird, whirlwind vacation and we have to keep living in the normal universe?”

  Stacy stared at her for a long moment, his face reflecting the cool white of the streetlights they passed underneath in a slow, patient rhythm. “I don’t think we need to worry about that. Right now we just take things a day at a time, but Garnet?”

  He kissed the side of her neck softly, nuzzled her curly red hair and gave her another quick peck.

  “You’re really gonna ask me to keep my head on straight with you doing that?”

  Stacy laughed against her skin, sending tendrils of excitement snaking up her back. “It’s how you’ve been making me feel since the first time I laid eyes on you. Life won’t ever be ‘normal’ again. Normal for me is lonely, it’s waiting and it’s always seemed like it was just passing me by. Now, though? I feel alive. If this is the new normal, I can’t wait until we’re both old, gray and yelling at kids on our lawn.”

  “If you’re willing to put up with my,” she paused when Stacy kissed her again behind the ear, and cupped his face with one of her trembling hands. “Mmm… if you can put up with my haphazard tooth brushing, I promise I’ll only nag you a little about the laundry.”

  “Deal,” he whispered. “But only if you promise me one thing.”

  “Yeah?” she let another trickle of pleasured laughter trickle out of her lips as Stacy curled his fingertips against the sensitive skin on the nape of her neck. When her bear traced the line of her jaw and then trailed his lingering, fluttering kisses down into the hollow of her throat, Garnet grabbed his hair, getting fists full, and grabbed his free hand, pushing it against her sex. “What do I have to promise?”

  Her breathing was already harder, heavier, thicker with desire and the swirling pleasure this beautiful creature made her feel. He moved his fingers in such a way that they were massaging her sweetest place. She drew a quick breath, gritted her teeth, and laughed as a tiny, teasing orgasm shook her briefly.

  “You have to promise me that you’ll never change. You’ll always be just who you are and nothing more or less.” The heat from his breath prickled Garnet’s skin down the front of her shirt, and only seconds later, she felt her nipples harden. They rubbed sweetly against the fabric of her bra as they stiffened. Garnet closed her knees, gripping Stacy’s hand between her thighs, relishing the tension.

  “You can’t ever change either,” she breathed as he pressed against her again with the back of a thick finger. “You have to keep making me realize that every day is the best day of my life.”

  “Tall order,” he whispered against her throat before kissing along her collarbone. “But I’ll give it my best shot.”

  Back up her neck he kissed, hovering in front of her lips for just a second. “Deal,” she said again, then grabbed the back of the big bear’s head and forcing him against her, his muscled chest against her aching nipples when he turned to face her. His kiss enveloped her, and for the last few seconds of the car bumping along the road, the two of them seemed to melt together, two bodies becoming one.

  “Thanks,” she heard Stacy say to the driver, as he pulled away. “Really appreciate the ride.”

  Garnet felt like she was floating as he helped her out of the car, held her hand tight in his, and led her up the stairs and then to the elevator leading to their penthouse. She felt like she was floating in a warm, comfortable sea, where the only waves were soft, gentle ones that brought her closer to the sun for a moment and then receded.

  For once in her life, Garnet decided to just let herself be happy, after so long without it, she figured she deserved a little taste.

  8

  “My God,” Garnet whispered. “This shower is ridiculous. I don’t even care about the bathtub.”

  She turned the mutli-spray system on, watching the water bounce off the mosaic accent running around the middle of the stall. There were three heads in the wall at either end, and then a rain-style head that sprayed a gentle, but substantial, mist over the entire enclosure. “I want to live in this thing,” she said without realizing Stacy had come up behind her.

  She felt his hard, muscled chest against the top of her back first. His skin was hot, almost alarmingly so, and when she let her arms fall to her sides, she realized he was either naked, or really close. When she felt the thickness of him, long and hard against the small of her back, and reached up to feel his softest skin, she was slightly disappointed to find that there was a thin layer of fabric between the two of them.

  His hands slid down her sides, he tickled the inside of her arms with his fingertips, and then he nestled his fingers underneath the pajama top she’d pulled on. He lifted them up, along the base of her ribs, and then higher until his hands just barely brushed the underside of Garnet’s breasts. She trembled softly as his knuckles caressed the swell of herself, and then as soon as his hands retreated down to the waist of her leopard-print pants, she immediately missed his gentle caress.

  “You didn’t have to stop,” she whispered, turning her head to the side as Stacy kissed her behind the ear, pushed her hair aside with his nose, and trailed a series of soft, sucking kisses from the base of her neck down to one shoulder. “You could have grabbed me and never let me go and I’d never complain.”

  “We’ve got all the time in the world,” he whispered, fluttering another kiss where her neck joined her shoulder. “Or at least two nights in this place.”

  Garnet felt him laugh soundlessly against her skin, and pushed her hips backward against Stacy, cupping his cock with the small of her back. She stood up on her tip toes and slowly lowered herself back down to her heels, giggling softly as he moaned. His fingers slid beneath her waistband, curling against her skin until he felt the wisp of hair above her sex. For a few moments, the two of them stood there, washed in the steam pouring out of the shower, and just held one another.

  With each breath, his fingers went lower, and her rise and fall pressed harder. She let her head fall backwards, resting against Stacy’s chest, as he ravished her with kisses. One han
d went up her body, snugly encircling her sweetly aching breast. His thumb slid around her nipple in a slow, patient circle. Garnet let out a soft moan, and then as Stacy’s other hand maneuvered down between her legs, and his middle finger tested her wetness, she thought for a second her knees would buckle.

  It didn’t take more than two more kisses before that fear became a quickly accepted reality. Garnet let out a soft, quailing whispered moan, and as soon as her body began to feel very, very heavy, she realized that a pair of huge arms were keeping her off the ground. “I don’t think you’re gonna be able to hold me up much longer,” she laughed. “Then again, I really need a shower.”

  With a soft laugh that caressed her soul, Stacy plucked her up off the ground and cradled her in his arms. “It’s harder to get clothes off when they’re wet,” he said. “But I’m willing to work for it.”

  “Why not take them off first?” Garnet asked, twisting her neck to kiss his jaw.

  “More fun this way.”

  As soon as the pair stepped into the shower, gentle beads of water caressed them from every angle. “This really is something,” she said, with her eyes half-closed and her voice a wisp that seemed to come from the waking side of a dream. “If you told me this would be happening to me, ever, I’d think you were an idiot.”

  Stacy kissed her again, wrestling his tongue into Garnet’s mouth and hushing her. She breathed him in, inhaling his scent through her sensitive nose, and trailing her fingertips along the lines in his hard, muscled arms. The fabric of her clothes clung to her curves, and she felt the bear’s hardness through his underwear as she curled her fingers around the shaft. “Don’t make me wait,” she whispered before kissing his earlobe. “Let’s see how strong you really are.”

  Depositing her gently against the back wall, Stacy fiddled with the shower controls so that the water was only on behind him. “I want to see you,” he said with a smile. “Every inch of you, every single curve and line.” As he filled her ears with sweet whispers, he kissed down her neck and grabbed the collar of her pajama shirt in his teeth. With one determined yank, he popped the first two buttons.

  “That’s,” she breathed in and then out slowly, letting herself adjust to the helpless pleasure. “That’s expensive.”

  “I’ll buy you three more,” he said in between growling breaths. Her legs fell around either side of his hips, and she felt him grow between her legs, his cock pressing the soft, wet heat between her legs. “The good thing about never spending money is you can save it for when you really need it.”

  The next few moments were a wash of warmth, safety, and increasingly tight pulses between Garnet’s thighs. She felt him slide against her, and a second later, he tore away the remaining buttons. His lips found her nipple, tongue dancing softly across the surface. His other hand gripped her firmly, and he painted a slow, tantalizing circle around her peak with the tip of his thumb.

  Garnet shrugged out of the shirt and reached between her legs, grabbing for the waistband that kept them apart. A moment later, she’d found it, and yanked his boxer briefs down low enough to free his cock from the cotton prison. Even with her own pants still on, the heat of him was so intense, so deliciously urgent, that she felt her walls shudder as he nipped her gently, and she scratched a hot line down the center of his back.

  “Harder,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and needy. He thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding sweetly against her wetness. “Scratch me… yes…”

  She turned to face her bear, pressing her breasts against his dripping chest. He kissed her again, more hungrily than before. Garnet ran her fingernails down his back, leaving red hot trails in their wake. “Your nails,” he groaned. “Mmm… sharper.”

  That’s when she first realized that in her excitement, she’d managed to start her shifting and not even notice. “I’ve never done this before,” she said with a soft moan, “never had it so good that I went all bunny-style.”

  Pressing her back against the cool stone of the shower stall, Stacy enveloped her again, exploring her lips and then her mouth with his tongue. “Look at my eyes,” he said, his voice low in his throat. “Look what you’re doing to me.”

  His eyes had started to flicker golden, and the hair on his forearms and neck was thicker, furrier. She laughed softly and tangled her fingers in his growing coat. “I guess we’re both in the same situation?” he asked with a smirk, before devouring her again with another kiss. His lips painted a hot track down Garnet’s neck, and as he knelt in front of her, he ran his lips down the line between her breasts before centering himself, and his nibbling kisses, on her sensitive navel.

  At first, the water bouncing off Stacy’s back tickled Garnet’s skin, and the entrancing pleasure from her navel had her giggling softly, but then his mouth slid down just a little further, and the giggles turned to hair clutching and groans.

  “You weren’t… lying,” Garnet whispered, desperately tugging her pajamas down to give Stacy access to the place she wanted him most. “I hadn’t… seen… anything.”

  With a glance across a table, Stacy had stolen Garnet’s heart, and then with a flick of his tongue, he won her forever. He sucked gently and gave her a quick lash round the base of her clit. With a whispered breath, the air from his mouth caressed her sex, cooling the warm wetness. She arched her back against his face at the same moment that Stacy slid a finger just past her entrance.

  In slow, patient circles that matched the action of his tongue, Stacy hypnotized Garnet, pulling and pushing her closer to the edge.

  “You’re making me crazy,” she whispered, groaning between gasps. “How are you… you…” she descended into a shudder, and then her knees shook and she grabbed her bear’s shoulders to keep standing. When the first wave crashed and broke against her core, radiating outward, she let out a squeal of pleasure and joy mixed together like a red velvet cake batter.

  “I don’t care how wet we are,” Stacy said, licking up her belly and back to her lips. With his kiss, she tasted herself on his lips and his tongue. “I’m taking you to bed right this second.”

  Hoisting her up in his huge arms, Stacy held Garnet to his chest, unable to keep from kissing her for the few seconds it took to get back to the bed. He threw her down into the plush, fluffy down blanket, she yelped as she fell and immediately reached up, grabbing Stacy’s hair and pulling him down between her legs.

  For a moment, he buried himself in her sex, sliding first one finger into her, and then a second. Nothing in the world existed right then except him and her, and nothing in the world mattered as she breathed in the smell of their sweat and their sex and, she realized, their love.

  He pushed his fingers deep, caressed a spot that sent waves of electricity surging all the way up Garnet’s back. The chill of pleasure came after a wave of numbing, enveloping warmth. Stacy slid his tongue along her sex, teasing her clit one last time, and then looked up into Garnet’s eyes. Those burning blue eyes flecked with golden flames caught her attention and refused to let go.

  “Don’t make me wait anymore,” she whispered. “I already said yes, you know.”

  He kissed his way up, pausing for a few seconds to tease her nipples into stiff, pink peaks. His hands found her then, cupping her breasts and rolling circles around her with his thumbs. The tip of his cock danced against her wetness, threatening to enter, but just slipping along her instead. He lowered himself, using his weight to push another squeak of pleasure out of Garnet’s lips.

  “Take… me,” she whispered. “And never let me go.”

  “I’m here as long as you want me,” he whispered. “I’m… yours.”

  Stacy’s voice faltered slightly as he guided himself into her.

  The echo of his pulse pushing into Garnet’s core sent a shudder of ecstasy. She curled her fingers against his back, scratching as she pushed her hips up to meet him. It was all Garnet could do to keep from grabbing Stacy’s ass and pushing him as far as he could go, but for just that moment, she figured
she could take it a little slower than ‘locomotive on speed’ rate.

  He caressed her collarbones with fluttering kisses, and then warmed her neck with swirls of his tongue that preceded sucks with his lips. Gently he nibbled her earlobes as he stretched her around his girth.

  “How did it take this long for me to find you?” she whispered as he filled her all the way. His heat came to a rest so deep that Garnet felt like he was a part of her that she’d lost a long time ago.

  With a gentle shrug and a quick, sweet kiss, the big bear smiled down at her. “I guess sometimes the world makes us wait for things that are perfect?”

  If the physical pleasure he was giving her wasn’t enough, words like that could have sent her straight into a climax. Garnet slid her legs around Stacy’s muscled waist, and gripped him. “You’re never allowed to stop doing this,” she whispered.

  “Even when we go to work? Might be a little socially tricky.”

  She laughed as he drove in and pulled back. “I’ve never felt like this,” she said. “I’m laughing, I’m smiling and… I’m… oh my God!” the last part all came out in one syllable.

  “You better hurry up,” she said as the muscles inside clenched Stacy’s girth, squeezing him as he pushed in, pulled back and then drove forward again. “You’re gonna finish me off, and I’m gonna be sore and you’re gonna wish you weren’t so good at this!”

  She smiled again, staring straight into Stacy’s eyes. Then, she closed hers, and let these almost alien feelings of security and safety carry her away.

  “Open your eyes,” he whispered, kissing her neck, then her ear. “I want to see those eyes, I want to see your face, when you…”

  She opened them slowly. It was hard to keep them from fluttering as he pushed her closer to the edge. Tingles of electricity snaked up and down Garnet’s back, forcing her fingers to curl against Stacy’s back and her toes to curl against his thighs. She felt him thicken and pulse, his breath heightening to match.

  “You’re safe with me,” she whispered. “You can just be you. You don’t need to… to… to act.”