DECKER: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 9)

by Samantha Leal

  “I know,” I replied, sighing.

  Eric gave me a glance, stroking that lumberjack beard of his. “You’re a cute, caring woman. You don’t need him. You could do much better.”

  My cheeks began reddening even more. “You know how to make a girl blush. But caring, me? Not at all. I hate people.” We both laughed.

  “But I know you care about animals, so that means you’re a good person,” Eric told me.

  With that he turned to me, and we ended up looking at each other eye-to-eye. “So let’s forget him. I can help you with that you know.”

  “How can you do th-“ I began to ask. But before I could do anything, he kissed me straight on the mouth.

  Chapter Three

  With his face pressed against mine, his soft beard made the perfect pillow. As our lips touched, I almost wanted to pull away. I wasn’t used to a man being so forward, or for that matter, so hairy. But despite his burly appearance, his lips were soft, and tempting, and I felt myself kissing back. My tongue slid between his lips and met his. They began to mingle. At first, they lashed against each other in quick strokes, but after I became accustomed to kissing him, mine wrapped around his in a sensual dance. When I finally removed my mouth from his, a film of spit connected us, and then broke.

  I started panting. “Holy shit, you’re an amazing kisser. But I don’t even know if this is right,” I said. “We just met, and, you know, I still have a boyfriend.”

  “Not anymore,” Eric joked. “I would not have done that if I believed you and he were meant to be together. And besides, it feels like we have known each other for a long time already.”

  I began laughing. “It really does. But still, it’s no excuse for what we just…. Oh, fuck it!”

  Before Eric could do anything, I scooted up next to him, the phone dropping from the log, and I began kissing him with passion. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in, giving his lips a gnaw as I did. He let out short breaths, and sounded so adorable I almost laughed.

  “Sorry” I mock apologized, “I’m just so pent up. I didn’t realize how much I have had to hold back my sexual feelings. You’re right, it’s over with what’s-his name. Please take me now. I think I need this after a frustrating week,” I told him. “A frustrating year,” I corrected myself.”

  “Gladly,” he told me. His fingers ghosted over my bare leg, leaving a sensation of electricity behind after his finger had passed. His rough hands arrived at my skirt, and I felt one of them glide right underneath and then move up against the crotch of my thong. I absently realized with some relief that I wore my hot pink one today. As I felt his fingers probing gently at my mound, an instant sensation of pleasure burst forth from between my spreading legs as my body readied itself for him. There was still cloth separating his fingers and my sex, but the tease only amplified the excitement. I grabbed his shirt and began unbuttoning it as he sought to remove my skirt. Almost in unison, we disrobed each other, in a feverish bid to satiate our growing passion. As his shirt came off I could see that his dark hair coated his chest and arms to just the right degree to maximize his rugged sexual appeal. His well-defined muscles still shown through impressively.

  “You’re stacked. How does a tour guide get so buff?” I asked him, breathlessly.

  “Hey, being a tour guide is no joke. You have to get jacked. You never know when you might have to save your group by fording a raging river or wrestling a bear,” he laughed.

  I chuckled. “We have a comedian,” I said as I began rubbing his chest. The hair was so thick and beastly that it played right into what was quickly becoming my realized fantasy of being taken by a wild man. The thought of him inside me was driving me mad. Of course, I was not ready for that just yet. I knew that there was still plenty of delicious teasing foreplay to look forward to. I pushed him onto the ground and sat right on top of him, spreading my legs over his bulging pants clad crotch. I quickly removed my blouse and unclasped my bra in my rush to get to the main attraction. We were rapidly being surrounded by a growing clothes pile.

  “Like what you see?” as I shook my ample tits for him, a blush coming on. I had never felt so confident about my breasts. It felt so good to put them on display for him and feel the light breeze on my bare breasts and rock hard nipples.

  “They’re amazing,” he told me, as his hands reached to feel their weight as he caressed them each, thumbs and forefinger lightly pinching my nipples. At first, he gave them each a light tug, and then he began squeezing them more fervently. I panted harder, and increased the pressure of my hips as I rocked my pussy against the length of his still covered manhood. I knew I was already soaking my panties.

  “My boyfriend, or should I say my ex-boyfriend, never got me so wet so fast,” I told Eric. With that, I moved up on my knees until I was straddling his face, rubbing my engorged lips up against his chin and jaw. He quickly took the cue and pulling my thong to the side, lapped at my sopping pussy. It was almost more than I could take as he licked deeply at first and then delicately traced the outline of my lips before settling in to gently suck on my clit.

  That was all I could take and I quickly pulled my panties down completely, revealing to him my well-manicured pussy in all its glory. I was glad that I had trimmed up down there, and had I given it a good, cleaning this morning. My juices were seeping out, and I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Can we get these off already?” I shouted to Eric, as I began pulling down his pants, revealing his dark, hairy legs. As I removed his boxers, his erection sprung out, a thick tuft of pubic hair above it. I took in the sight of his cock with mild incredulity. He was beastly all over, but even more so down there. I wasn’t sure how much of him I could take. My body was craving every inch I would be able to cram in, though.

  Once again, I stood over him, only this time there was no barrier to prevent him from plunging into my ready hole. I lowered my womanhood onto his thick and waiting shaft. When his head touched my entrance, I began breathing heavily. Even that initial prod with his penis was enough to send me into a state of euphoria as my pussy stretched wide to accommodate his girth. I had to go slowly at first until the fat head popped past my tight wet gates.

  His manhood began sliding inside me, my juices providing more than enough lubrication for him to enter me now. Not even halfway in there and I already felt stuffed. I stopped for a bit and began thrusting my body in a slow rhythm. As I looked at Eric, he grabbed my hips so he could plunge even deeper inside me. I could feel my inner walls tightening around this man, almost as if they had a mind of their own. I spread my legs even wider above him as I surrendered to allow him to drive even deeper inside of me.

  As I picked up the pace, Eric slowly lowered me, and as he did, more of him entered me. I didn’t know I could fit so much down there. I was at my limit. My lips finally had come down to meet his legs, so that my clit was rubbing against him. I screamed in what was perhaps the greatest orgasm of my life. Something about being outside in nature, like an animal myself, allowed me to just totally let go as wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body. As I rode him at a faster pace, the explosions inside of me just kept coming, each one stronger than the last. Eric soon let out a moan of his own, and then I felt him explode inside of me. I could feel his hot cum filling my womb. Finally, with both of us exhausted, I crumpled on top of him as we stayed connected for a little while longer as we both recovered. Almost reluctantly I stood up, allowing his flaccid meat to pull out of me with a soft pop. Some of his cum dripped from my womanhood as well as I dislodged myself from his pole. When I stood, I felt dizzy, almost high.

  “That was amazing, the best sex I ever had,” I told him. It probably wasn’t the most tactful to say, but I added, “My ex, he just couldn’t compare.” The experience cemented in my mind what I needed to do. Even if this was a one-time thing it made me realize Josh just wasn’t right for me. Yeah the sex was great with Eric, but even more I just liked him. He was fun and sweet. He made me feel wanted and appr
eciated. And of course, the sexual connection was awesome too. I walked over to my dropped phone. A missed call from Josh. Of course there was a missed call. Without hesitation I texted him. “Sorry, but I can’t be with you anymore. It’s just not working out. I need a little time and then we can talk. But for now I just need a little space. But it is definitely over.” Then, I blocked his number. I went to my Facebook and blocked his profile. Was it an immature move? Probably. But I just couldn’t deal with him anymore. When I was ready I would let him know why I had to leave, but for now I was happy to have met Eric.

  As I looked over at him, I realized that he was still erect. When he stood up, I said, “You still have a hard on.”

  He nodded. “I can recover pretty fast, and plus, it’s been a while.”

  “Wanna go again?” I asked him, licking my lips in the most seductive manner possible. I know I probably failed at looking sexy, with pine needles all over my knees, and my hair a total mess, but it was enough to convince him. After all, I was butt naked. I put my hands on a tree, arching my back and sticking my butt out as much as I could.

  “I don’t know what it is about you, but you have me so turned on.” I wiggled my ass at him, raising my hips so he could see my pussy, wet and waiting for round two.

  He soon entered me from behind, pressing my body against the tree. I screamed in pleasure as his entire manhood filled me up. As we got going again, he held my hips firm as he pistoned into me. I lowered my shoulder into the tree so I could bend over even more and open up my core to receive his full cock. He was driving me into the tree as I struggled to stay on my feet. I felt like a dirty little slut, but this man could have his way with me however he wanted.

  As he began to slam into me even harder, I could feel his big balls beating a rhythm against my clit. He pounded my sopping pussy until we both climax in unison. This time my pussy flooded just as he injected his cum, so that when he finally removed himself from me, our mixed juices spilled out as well. At this point, I was barely conscious, and the only thought I could conjure was gratitude for birth control. It felt so good to feel him inside me with no barrier between us. I didn’t know how I knew, but I knew I didn’t have to worry about anything else from him. There was something healthy and vibrant about him I just couldn’t put my finger on.

  We soon cuddled up to each other, listening to the birds and watching the occasional squirrel or chipmunk as morning turned to afternoon. Cleaning myself up I asked him, “So, what are we? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Fuck buddies? I don’t mind either way. You were amazing.” Suddenly embarrassed at talking about definitions so soon I added, “I mean, not that it matters, it’s cool.”

  A chuckle escaped his bearded face. “Whatever you want. You’re amazing as well, just as I’d always imagined you would be.”

  Just as you always imagined? Of course, I was too fatigued to process what he said at the time.

  We spent a few more hours in the woods, and that’s when I saw that the sun was about to set. “Let’s get out of here. If you want we can go to my place and hang out, maybe watch some TV or just chill out. Or we could go to your place I guess.” I invited him.

  He gave me a look of concern. “I can’t go back,” he told me.

  I turned around. “What do you mean ‘can’t go back’?”.”

  He shook his head. “Because tonight’s a full moon. And besides, I don’t actually have an apartment. I lied.”

  I looked at him, unsure of what to say. I had had a feeling that he was lying, or maybe bending the truth about something. I still felt safe with him. Maybe this should have alarmed me, but it didn’t. He wasn’t making a lot of sense though.

  “What does a full moon have to do with you not going home to me? And why’d you lie about your apartment? You can be honest with me.”

  He stood there, unable to speak, sweat pouring down his face. “Are you a criminal on the run or something?” I half laughed. For some reason at that moment all of his odd statements about me came to mind as well. “And what did you mean with all those comments you made earlier…like that you already know me?” I wasn’t accusing, I genuinely wanted to understand this man. I could see something was troubling him.

  W-what do you mean?” Eric asked. The nervous stutter. It was obvious that he was hiding something.

  “Earlier, you almost said that ‘you never heard that I was in a relationship’, or something like that. You also said that our sex was ‘amazing, just as you thought I’d be.’ Plus, you hesitated when you said my name,” I pressed.

  “I don’t know what you mean … I mean, I just meant today…that I thought you looked single, and yeah I thought right away about sex with you … I mean … not in a bad way … I mean I really really like you … ,” he stammered, clearly trying to cover up.

  “Really? I think that you’re hiding something. Tell me what it is, or I’m leaving right now. Look I like you. We just had amazing sex and a great connection. It’s ok.”

  He looked at me, sweat soaking his beard. This burly, mountain man looked like he was about to burst into tears, and I almost felt badly for pressing him. “I’m… I’m…” he began. “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”

  “I’m pretty open minded, trust me,” I told him.

  “I’m a werebear,” he said.

  “A what?” I replied. “What the hell is that?”

  “That’s my name for it. On a full moon, I turn into a bear,” he said, with a matter of fact toss of his head.

  I cracked a smile. “Is that a metaphor for you being even wilder in bed? I mean are you saying you go nuts when the moon is out? Because I don’t know how much more I could take.”

  He shook his head, a serious look still present on his face. “I’m telling you the truth. I didn’t lie about me being a ranger. I was walking a group of people around the park for a special night tour, when a bear came. I know as well as anyone how to handle bears, as far as standing your ground and everything, but this one charged me anyhow. It bit me right in the arm.” He raised his shirt up and pointed to a ragged scar that was still clearly visible, even through his thick arm hair.

  “I thought I was done for,” he continued. “But then, just when I thought it was going to go for my throat, the bear let go of my arm and just ran off. I considered myself incredibly lucky. A week later though and, some weird stuff started happening. I started having these night sweats, and these crazy dreams where I was running through the forest…only it wasn’t me running through the forest. I mean, it was me, but I was an animal or something. I felt different in the dream. Stronger…and more aggressive. And more free…It was weird and I woke up scared…but also totally alive. Anyhow that stuff kept getting worse and worse. I was waking up soaked. I had no idea but it was almost the full moon. Then one night it was the middle on the night and I awoke, but I hadn’t really awake…I mean I thought I was still in the dream, but it was even more vivid…more real. Well, I finally did awake and I was laying naked in the forest. I realized that the night before was no dream…I had become a bear…I had just been fighting it. Now, every full moon I have been changing. I turn into a bear. Somehow I always stayed safe…I have learned to deal with it. I always leave the house before it happens. I mean, it’s crazy I know, but it’s true. People began reporting seeing a bear and it began to cause a stir in my town…” He finally trailed off, his train of thought interrupted by a glance up at the moon, which was already beginning to show itself.

  He was beginning to become a little agitated. He looked as though he was telling me the truth, but this was ridiculous. Beyond ridiculous. I loved picking apart hoaxes, and normally would have been all over some crazy story like this. I always questioned everything and would dismiss any claims that had no proof to back them up. I actually had a subscription to Skeptical Inquirer. And yet, somehow I believed him. Maybe it was just the oxytocin coursing through my veins. Surprised at how connected I already felt to this man, I looked around and realized that it was getting dark fast.
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  “I need to go,” he said, more anxious than ever, “before I turn.”

  The sky was growing dark fast, and the moon had appeared through the trees. As I looked at him I could have sworn his complexion was darkening. I blinked and was further surprised to see that his forehead seemed to be shrinking…or was hair growing in? Suddenly, as I tried to comprehend what was happening, he tossed his head back and let out a bellow that was changing from a yell to a roar, even as it left his throat. In a voice that was already changing, he rasped, “Run! I don’t want you to see me like this!” Even as the words were leaving his throat he began removing his clothes. I did run, but not far. I turned behind a tree 20 feet away and quickly looked back in his direction. He had somehow grown taller…his torso had stretched out and deepened, even as he had ripped through his underwear. His legs and arms had shortened and hair had spread across his body like a thick rug…a bearskin rug, I thought in wonder. The changes were coming so fast I couldn’t track what was happening first. Claws burst forth from what had once been human hands and he finally let out a full bear’s roar. As the shift finished and I stood there, jaw agape, he finally dropped to all fours. There was no trace of the man I had just been fucking all day. All I saw now was a bear. Briefly, he seemed to hesitate as he looked around for a moment. Then with one last glance, I could have sworn, in my direction, he took off into the forest. I just continued to stand there, staring at the spot where I had last seen his shape.

  I didn’t bother doubting my eyes, or pinching myself. I knew what I had seen. I just saw a man turn into a bear.

  “How?” were the only words that escaped my lips. How could a bite from a bear turn you into one? There were so many questions, and yet I began feeling tears go down my face. That’s when I realized just how much I cared for this stranger. I also realized what a shock the whole thing had been to witness. But would I ever see him again? As I walked to my car, more tears began to fall. The whole thing was traumatic to say the least. I had just dumped my boyfriend for this guy too, I thought, and now he turns into a bear and runs away. I had to laugh at both the ridiculousness as well as the irony of it all. One thing was sure though, Eric was the best man I ever been with, and I didn’t care what kind of creature he was. It didn’t bother me that I had only been with four guys.