“Yeah. But the cops are on it now. We’re trying to see if we can gather evidence for the hive, too.”
“That’s just so… low. I mean, it’s honey. There can’t be that much competition.”
“It’s not really about the honey. They’re just in competition with us in general.”
“Want me to sneak onto their property and film them doing something illegal?”
He pulled his mouth into a smile. “Maybe.” He moved close to her and held her gaze. “Kora.” He picked up her hand and held it. “You kept our secret. My secret. You didn’t have to. But you did. And I can’t tell you how much that means to me.”
Her heart raced as she looked into his eyes. Her stomach fluttered and she wanted so badly to reach out and touch his bare chest. Why did he have to be bare chested?
“To be honest, I almost didn’t,” she said. “I kept thinking about having the story of the year and how I’d go down in history as the one to bring the truth to light. How I’d win a Pulitzer Prize for journalism. But I kept thinking of you. I thought of all the others, too, and what it might do to the world, like you said. And that mattered, but not as much as what it might do to you. To be honest, I’ve started to have feelings for you. I know that I’ve ruined it now and you have no reason to want to get to know me, but—”
He pressed his lips to hers. It was so sudden, her eyes widened in surprise, then they closed and she relaxed into the kiss. Their mouths moved together and all she could think was, he’s kissing me. He’s actually kissing me, which means he can’t hate me. I still have a shot.
She pulled back a few inches. “Can you ever forgive me for being so selfish?”
“But you weren’t. You didn’t do it, even if you had the thought.”
“But part of the reason I kept the secret was because I wanted to win you back. And that was selfish, too.”
“Well”—he kissed her again—“I kinda like that part of your selfishness. Maybe I want to be won. It’s been a very long time since I felt this way about someone. I was nearly heartbroken after our last conversation. Then you wouldn’t return my calls, and I thought it was over. I thought I’d scared you off. It’s happened before. It happens all the time.”
“That’s sad. I’m sorry you have to deal with that. But, your secret is safe with me. I’ll do whatever I can to protect it because it means protecting you and your friends.”
She leaned forward, eager to be kissing him again. But they were seated too far apart and leaning forward to kiss wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted all of him, in fact. And she wanted him now. If his chest and stomach looked like a washboard, she could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.
“So, do you have a private bedroom?” she asked.
His lips formed a slow smile. “I do.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it.”
“Then, let me show you.” He took her hand and led her up the stairs. In the hall, they turned into the second door on the right. He closed the door and locked it.
“Don’t you have a tie or some sort of sign you put on your doors when you have a girl in your room?” She sat on the bed.
He stalked toward her, his eyes hungry. He bent down to kiss her, then pulled her to her feet.
“One second.” He went to a stereo by the bed and started the music. “That’s better.” It was something with a beat, but not too heavy. Good rhythm, though, which would come in handy later.
Now that he had her standing, he ran his hands up and down her body. He stood back to look at her.
“You are a beautiful woman.”
“And you haven’t even seen all of me yet.”
He reached behind her to unzip her skirt and tugged it down until it made a pool at her feet. Then he slipped her blouse over her head. He looked again and nodded.
He kissed her and caressed her body. She was starting to get antsy. She reached up to unhook her own bra, but he grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“Oh no.” He flicked his tongue along her jaw. “That’s my job and we’re going to do what I say now.”
She let her hands fall. “Okay. Am I allowed to touch you, then?” she asked with a playful tone.
“Yes. But not below the waist. Yet.”
She touched everything she could, running her hands along the muscles in his back and over his stomach. She pinched his nipples and bit along his neck. She grew impatient again and moved to unzip his pants.
“No.” He caught her hand again.
“You have to get them off.”
“No.”
He turned her around so that her back pressed against his chest and hard body. He ran his hands over her, stopping to slide under her bra for a moment, under her panties for a shorter moment, then back up and along her stomach.
“You are driving me crazy,” she said, squirming.
“That’s the point.”
He slipped one bra strap down over her shoulder. Then he cupped her bare breast and flicked her nipple gently. She moaned and pressed her hips back against him, but he moved away from her.
“Stop it. Stay still.”
“I can’t help it,” she said.
He took both her hands in his and bent her arms so that they were pressed against her back. It was making her so hot to be teased like this. She was dizzy with it, felt like she’d pass out before he entered her. If they ever got to that part.
He slipped down the other bra strap and unhooked her bra so that it fell to the floor.
“Now,” he said. “What do you want?”
“I want to feel you.”
He released one hand and she rubbed it over his hard cock through his pants. She unzipped his pants, half expecting him to stop her again. But he allowed it and she managed to one-handedly get him free of his underwear. She stroked him, feeling his length.
He pulled her panties down and bent her forward so that her hands were on the bed. He reached around to her pussy and slid his finger inside her. She almost lost it right then, but bit her lip and held out for more. He moved in and out of her slowly, pausing to spread her juices around and make her wet all over.
“I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything,” she breathed.
“Get on your knees.”
She turned and dropped down. He didn’t have to ask or command. Before she was fully in position, she took him into her mouth, stroking as she sucked him and licked him.
He made a deep growl and she went even wetter. He ran his fingertips along her shoulder and neck, tangled her hair in them and massaged her scalp. He pulled her head back to stop her.
“Now. My turn. Stand.”
He dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart. She moved her feet to keep standing, but found it very difficult when he put his tongue on her. He flicked her clit and moved his finger in and out. She tried to pull back, to stop him, but it was too late.
She reached down and dug her fingers into his hair as she came all over his face. He smiled up at her and held up one finger.
“Let’s see how many more we can get,” he said.
He lay her down on the bed and rolled her to her side. He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, and she finally got a full view of his extremely fit body. Everything about him was large. Everything.
He knelt with his legs on either side of hers and brought one of her legs up. He held her knee up with her other leg straight. She’d never tried this position before and it seemed unusual. But then he leaned over her and his cock was so close to her pussy, she moaned in anticipation.
He rubbed the tip against her, circling her clit and slipping it in a tiny bit before taking it back out. From this angle, he had full access to every part of her. He gripped her ass tight and pushed into her a little farther.
“Amir,” she moaned. “Stop teasing me and fuck me already.”
He laughed. “No.” Then he pulled out completely.
She groaned in frustration. He teased her more, dipping
in and out of her, but never entering her fully. He rubbed her clit while making shallow thrusts.
She started to get lightheaded again and the rush was right there. She bit her lip and moaned. Then, suddenly and forcefully, he thrust into her hard and deep. She came as he entered, crying out loudly in the surprise and the rush of bliss. He leaned down to kiss her and held up two fingers.
“You’re driving me so wild,” she said. “I can’t take it.”
“You’ll take it.” He smacked her ass. “You’ll take everything I give you.”
She moaned again and thought she would bite through her lip. She gripped the sheets so tight, they started to pull off the bed.
Amir kept her knee up and thrust into her several times, deep and hard, like she liked it. He circled around and moved faster and faster until she cried out loudly again and he held up three fingers.
“Ahh,” she cried out. “I don’t think I can take anymore.”
“At least one more.”
He pulled out of her and rubbed the tip of his cock all around her, getting her wet again. He stuck his finger in and out a few times, then slid into her slowly. He pulled backed and pushed in slow, slower. Then he did something she’d never felt before.
He took his wet pinky and circled it around her ass, letting the tip press in ever so slightly. She was surprised by the sensation and surprised even more at how she liked it. She moved her hips back to press her ass against his pinky. He slid it in farther and as he moved his cock in and out of her pussy and his pinky in and out of her ass, she came hard and slow. It was a long orgasm. Longer than she’d ever had before in her life.
She lay still on the bed, unable to move. He thrust into her a few times hard and fast and then he fell into shudders beside her.
She looked up at him, amazed. “The first time I saw you, I thought you’d be a good lay, but holy crap. I never imagined this. If I’d have known, I wouldn’t have waited weeks to sleep with you.”
He grinned and kissed her. “Glad you liked it.”
“Do me a favor?” she said.
“What’s that?”
“Do me again.”
He laughed and let out a sigh. “Give me a few minutes to recuperate.”
“I don’t think so.”
She moved down to take him in her mouth again, until he got hard. It didn’t take nearly as long as she thought it would. Then she slid up his body, positioned herself over him, and slid him inside her.
Now that she was in control, she didn’t waste much time. She may not have drawn things out slow like he did, but he felt so good inside her, she didn’t want to take it slow. She slammed her hips into him again and again until they both came one more time.
“Can we rest now?” he asked. “You might kill me if you make me cum one more time.”
“Okay, but only for a little while.”
He turned on his side and pulled her close, then kissed her a little while they lay tangled in each other.
“You’re wild,” he breathed into her ear. “I like that.”
“You’re the wild one.” She growled at him and bit his earlobe.
When finally, she got up later to go home, she found a message waiting from Davis. She listened to the voice mail, then looked at Amir with a grin and squealed.
“What?” he asked.
“That was my boss. He just gave me a raise and promoted me to senior journalist because of the story I did and the video.”
“Excellent. You did good work.”
“Yeah.” She chuckled. “He actually said, ‘someone willing to trespass and break and enter just to get a story deserves to be promoted.’ Which means, in Davis language, that he’s happy with my work.”
“I’m glad.” Amir reached out and hugged her waist, kissing her stomach as he sat on the bed. “I changed my mind,” he said. “Don’t leave. Stay and make love to me again. We need to celebrate.”
“Again?” She dropped her purse and leaned down to kiss him. “Four times in one night wasn’t enough?”
“I can never get enough of you, wild one.”
Kurt
Bear Dating Agency III
by
Becca Fanning
The car pulled up to the edge of the forest, and Stacey McKinley got her first glimpse of the mark. He was tall and broad, with a chest almost twice the width of the man beside her in the car, and he had a floppy mess of wet, blonde hair that he was trying to tame. It was a damnably hot day, the sun beating down on a happy crowd of campers by the lakeside. The damp blonde had just pulled himself out of the water, where he’d been recovering a small dog who could barely paddle. He was returning the dog to its grateful owners, his damp park ranger’s uniform sticking to every curve and bulge of his muscular frame.
He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man Stacey had ever seen.
“Kurt Best,” the man beside her said, flicking through a notebook. “Owing seven thousand dollars, payment date was one month ago.”
Kurt looked happy and cheerful, not the sort of guy who was hiding a considerable debt. Stacey watched him among the crowd, seeing how those campers seemed to idolize him. What did he even need seven grand for? Surely a ranger’s salary in a park as large as Fairhaven was damn good money. Stacey found herself drawn to his cheerful face, that playful grin with the dimples. His eyes might have sparkled, if she’d been close enough to make them out.
“Hey, you listening to me?” the man beside her asked.
He’d said something else, after the seven thousand, but she hadn’t heard it. Now, she tore her gaze away from the lakeside and the sunshine, back to the dark recesses of the car. Their windows were tinted to block the sun, and the AC was blasting a frozen stream of air straight at her legs. The man beside her put his hand on Stacey’s knee, and he was just as cold to touch.
“Sorry Jack,” Stacey said with a stammer. “I was just thinking.”
“Good,” Jack answered with a thin smile. “It’s going take strategy to get to this one. Best’s line is that he can’t pay, he doesn’t have the money, but I think it’s bull. You’re gonna get in there and find out if he’s got savings or possessions we can reclaim. A car, a property share, whatever. You got that?”
Stacey nodded. She had to play the role Jack had made for her. It was her job, had been for a few years now, and it paid well. When she’d first met Jack, he was only a doorman throwing people out of nightclubs. Now, he was a collector, and she was too. It was their job to source money back from those who’d borrowed from Big Al Moschino. Once they had Kurt’s seven grand, they’d see a nice slice of commission. Jack took hold of Stacey’s hands, like he was thinking the same thing.
“We do good work together,” he said. “Just focus on the task.”
Stacey felt her stomach do a flip. Jack sometimes tried to cross a line in their partnership. She hated it but the money was too good to pass up.
“I’d better get to work scouting this guy out,” Stacey said, breaking their contact to reach for the door.
She was almost out of the car when Jack cleared his throat. Stacey looked back at him, seeing the hope in his dark eyes turn to grim seriousness. He got little lines on his pale face when he was serious, and there were shadows beneath his gaze.
“One other thing I ought to mention,” he began.
Stacey waited in silence.
“This guy,” Jack continued, “I’ve got intel that says he’s a shifter. He can turn into a bear, Stacey. Be careful.”
Stacey simply nodded, and walked towards the lakeside.
Kurt Best was probably the easiest mark Stacey had ever had to find. She had watched him at the lakeside all afternoon, reclining in the Californian sun from a respectable distance, until the crowds seemed to be drawn away by an imaginary dinner bell. The sun was fading when Kurt got into his Land Rover and cruised away, but he soon popped up again at the grill-style restaurant where dinner service was beginning. Stacey had booked herself a table for one, and she was sitting alone
in the corner when the maître-d’ approached her.
“Excuse me, miss, but I wondered if you wouldn’t mind sharing your table?” he asked politely. “We’re almost at capacity.”
When Stacey looked up and saw Kurt standing behind the waiter with a hopeful grin, she couldn’t believe her luck. She nodded, and the waiter vanished a moment later, leaving the bulky ranger to settle himself in a chair. He was still dressed in his uniform, though he’d dried out, and smoothed his blonde mop of hair back into an unruly wave. He had a shadow of pale fuzz growing about his jaw, and a sprinkling of chest hair visible in the v of his shirt.
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