Bearly Royal_Brion

by Ally Summers

  His palm landed on her breasts. “I pictured you like this. Your perfect tits. Your hips. How hot and wet you were for me. How tight you were,” he groaned. His fingers dug into her flesh as they traveled lower.

  “I can’t wait anymore,” she urged.

  His hands landed at her knees, firm against her soft skin. He pushed them slightly, sinking his shaft only another inch. Now the thickest part of his cock stretched her.

  “Ohh.” Her tongue traveled over her lips, thirsty for him to give her more.

  “See how we fit together?” His teeth pressed on his lower lip. She could tell he was holding back. “You were made for me.”

  “Ohh,” she screamed. Her head thrashed to the side. She felt so full, the ache tearing at her to suck him inside her.

  Her bud was pulsing, her juices hot, ready to coat his entire shaft, but he wouldn’t give it to her.

  His hands slid from her knees along her thighs, until his fingers were sliding between her folds, massaging and rubbing. She tried to thrust forward and draw him inside, but Kyle was strong and held his cock exactly where he wanted it, while his fingers tortured her. The need was consuming her. She was going up in flames.

  “I’m a bear, Whitney,” he growled, his eyes glowing with lust. The blue lighting with sapphire embers.

  She nodded. “I know,” she moaned.

  “Say it,” he commanded her. His fingers began to pry against her, rubbing her wetness against his steel rod.

  “You’re a bear,” she moaned.

  He flicked over her nub and she clenched at him, grasping for him to fill her, bury himself inside her.

  “What do you want from me?”

  “I want your bear,” she cried.

  “What else?” His fingers pried wider and she knew she was dripping wet. The ache was so sweet and desperate. He had taken her so far, but there was somewhere else they could go. A place where their two bodies became one.

  “I want your bear to take me.” It was sudden instinct taking hold. She knew it was what he needed to hear. She needed to say the words out loud. It sealed their bodies. Their commitment. She wasn’t going to send him away. She never would. She was his.

  His sigh filled the kitchen as he plunged deep in her, pulling her ass to the edge of the counter with his strong hands.

  “Oh fuck, Whit,” he roared sliding over her slit before his shaft thrust into her again.

  She screamed his name, unable to control the shuddering that immediately gripped her body. He pumped against her, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her hands searched for something to cling to, but they flattened against the counter, arching her breasts toward the ceiling.

  He pinched and squeezed her nipples, while she rocked into him, trying to ride the fullness of him. She loved how he touched her, forcing shocks of pleasure straight to her core. Nothing had felt like this. Her body was made for his. She knew it. His bear. The man. The Ranger.

  He was possessive and powerful, taking what he wanted. She surrendered to him, knowing he was giving her his body too. He slid in and out of her, the friction heating as their sweat mingled.

  Kyle began to pulse and vibrate deep inside her, giving her his magical essence in powerful jolts. “Come, Whit, come.” His mouth crushed hers as their bodies hummed and quivered. She clawed at his back, riding the pleasure as high as it would take her.

  “Oh, baby,” he grunted, collapsing on top of her breasts. He nuzzled against her pink flesh, kissing her gently. “I love making you come.”

  She sighed. She could feel the warmth washing through her body. His magic was like lava hot and tingly.

  “I love it too.” She kissed the top of his head.

  His skin was damp against hers. He rose, his hardness sliding from her. She frowned at him.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “I wish you had told me sooner.” She sat forward on the counter, but Kyle stood between her legs. His hands playing with her hair.

  He chuckled. “When was there time?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t mean when you got back. I mean before you left.”

  He cupped her face, brushing his lips against her mouth. “My bear wanted you to know. But if I didn’t come back it would have ruined your life. I couldn’t do that to you.”

  She hooked her heels against his back, drawing him to her center. “I love that you wanted to protect me, but you should have told me, Kyle. I had a right to know.”

  “You make it sound simple. It wasn’t an easy decision.” His eyes were dark. And she realized the pain he must have gone through leaving her behind. It was the same pain she felt without him.

  “How does this work now? Are you leaving again?”

  “No. I’m here.” His hand traced the curves of her neck.

  “Here-here? As in, you’re staying for good?”

  “Mmmhmm.” He kissed behind her ear.

  “And this is where you want to stay?” Her body was tired and her muscles limp with exhaustion, but each kiss he planted lit a fire against her skin.

  “The kitchen?” He waggled his eyebrows. Oh God, he couldn’t possibly think she could do that again.

  “No.” She shook her head. “I meant longer than that. Oregon? The house?”

  His tongue rolled over her collarbone, sliding along her breast. She looked down at him in disbelief when her nipple perked against his hot breath.

  “I couldn’t think of a better place for our cubs.” He pulled it into his mouth.

  “Cubs?” He had mentioned it before, but she was caught up in the moment. The moment was starting to sink in. She would be pregnant in no time at the rate they were going.

  His tongue lashed against her, and she groped at his head pulling him to her. How could he have her on fire again? She was spent. Too many orgasms to count. Yet here she was craving him again. He was unreal.

  He pulled away from her and grinned. “Yes, cubs. Our cubs. Our family.”

  “Oh.” She looked into his eyes.

  “And now that I’ve claimed you, it means I only have one mission,” he growled scooping her in his arms.

  He carried her to the stairs. “What’s that?” she squealed, pretending to kick her legs in protest.

  His eyes blazed with desire. “I’m taking you upstairs to show you.”

  21

  Whitney

  “I think that’s everything.” Whitney stood back to admire the bookcase.

  Kyle walked up behind her, his forehead furrowed. “Where are my Army pictures?”

  She giggled. “You have a man cave in the barn. This is the living room.” She stood with her hands on her hips.

  He planted a kiss on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “I see how it is. You throw all my guy stuff outside.”

  “It’s not outside,” she huffed. “You have an entire barn. And an apartment. With a new bar.” She turned her back to him to make sure the bookcase was how she wanted it.

  For a man who only a few months ago could fit everything he owned in a few duffle bags, he had gone all-in on the house. He had been excited about buying furniture, and making this their home.

  She rested her hands on her belly, feeling the swell under her flannel shirt and she smiled. She wasn’t sure which time it was that made the magic happen, but she thought it had to be the kitchen island.

  It was when all the secrets were gone. She knew who Kyle really was. And she accepted him. She more than accepted him. She wanted him and his bear. More than anything she wanted his cubs.

  They were going to raise their family here at her family home. Together they would make new memories.

  She felt his arms slide around her waist, his palm cupping her belly.

  “I love you, Whit,” he growled into her neck.

  “I love you, too.” She leaned into his chest.

  “Thank you for giving me all of this. For giving me these babies.”

  Some days she would see him look toward the ocean and she wondered what he was t
hinking about. Did he have memories that haunted him? Did he have regrets? Did he wish he could be out there doing more than this? Did she have enough to keep him here?

  “Do you miss it?” She turned, circling his neck with her arms.

  “Miss what?” She could tell he was trying to muster a confused look. He knew exactly what she was talking about.

  “You know what.” She eyed him. “Being a Ranger. Saving lives. Keeping the entire country safe.” She had gotten good at reading his expression the last few months.

  “I have my own army here to keep safe.” He smiled.

  She sighed. “I’m being serious.”

  “I am serious. This family is my focus now. You and the cubs. Our home. It’s all I need.”

  “And what if they call you back? What if it’s not over?” She stepped back from his arms.

  It was the question that had plagued her for months. He wasn’t like other men. There was something that drove Kyle to protect and serve. He had left once before.

  “They aren’t going to call me back. I’m out for good. I promise you, Whit.” He walked over to one of the shelves, picking up a picture of him with Sam. “Where did you find this?” He held it toward her.

  “It was in that box of Sam’s things. I had never seen it before. I finally went through the rest of his closet.”

  They had their arms slung over each other’s shoulders. “I love that picture. I just wish he was here with us so he could see this.” Whitney wiped a tear that had slid over her cheek.

  He put the picture back on the shelf. “He would probably punch me for knocking his sister up.” Kyle laughed.

  She slapped him on the chest. “Hey.”

  “Well, it’s true.” He bent to kiss her on the lips. “But, I’d do it all over again.”

  “You would?”

  She saw the fire in his eyes and the way they were trailing over her breasts. She sighed.

  “Oh, yeah.” He waggled his eyebrows. “My bear has never been happier.”

  Whitney took a step backward, inching her way to the staircase. Kyle followed her like he was eyeing his prey.

  Her breath hitched in the back of her throat.

  “Never?” she teased.

  His hand scooped around her waist, drawing her to him. “Never.”

  His mouth descended to hers, and Whitney melted into his arms. “Never,” never sounded so good.

  Preview of Delta Bear

  Chapter 1

  Jax

  Jax threw his pack on the bed, looking around the dusty room. It should feel good to be home, but it didn’t. The Army had forced him to take leave. After two years in Razastan and a failed mission that almost cost him his entire team, he was back in the U.S., unwilling and restless.

  Nothing about it felt right.

  He tried to remember what it was like to live under a roof. The desert sky had been his ceiling. The conditions were rough, but his bear liked being outside. He was trained in the worst conditions. The men around him were tough and fearless. They had to be if they were going to be part of Delta Force.

  He closed the bedroom door behind him, inspecting the cabin as he moved room to room. No one had been here since he had left. It wouldn’t be long before his clan knew he was home. He didn’t want to think about the obligations he had to them.

  He opened a cabinet door in the kitchen. It was bare. As much as he hated it, he was going to have to drive into town for groceries. He slammed the cupboard, scattering dust around the kitchen. There were a lot of things he could live without, but food wasn’t one of them.

  Jax walked to his truck, slid into the driver’s seat, and started the ignition. He could make a quick trip into town to pick up a few things.

  ***

  He threw a few things in the shopping cart. He felt like all the other customers were watching him. Maybe he was used to being paranoid. Everyone in Razastan was a suspect. Even children carried bombs. He didn’t look at people the same way as everyone else. As far as he was concerned they were all walking weapons.

  He tossed a few loaves of bread into the cart on top of everything else and wheeled it to the register.

  He reached into his wallet to pay for the bags of groceries.

  The woman smiled at him. “Let me guess…you are back with that unit at Fort Phoenix back from overseas. I know an Army man when I see one.”

  “How did you know?”

  She ran the items over the scanner. “Well, your haircut for one.” She started placing the food in paper bags. “And I saw on the news last night a lot of the soldiers came home.”

  Jax rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t like talking about the Army.

  “It’s nice to see you home.” She smiled.

  He nodded. “Thanks.”

  “Did your family plan a big welcome home?” she asked, loading packages of steak into a paper bag.

  “Here.” He handed her the money. “No. Not really their thing.”

  She opened the register to give him change. “It’s nice when our soldiers come home. I love the banners and the flowers. I wish we could have a parade for you.”

  “That’s not necessary.” He knew he sounded gruff, but she was quickly getting carried away.

  “Do you at least have a girl waiting for you? Someone to cook you a hot meal?”

  This woman was damn nosey. “No, ma’am.” He took the receipt from her.

  “Well, it’s not much, but thank you for your service.”

  He tried to smile, but he felt eyes on him, and he didn’t like the attention the conversation was drawing.

  He loaded the bags in his arm and deposited them in the back of his truck. He couldn’t peel out of the parking lot fast enough. He wasn’t comfortable in the store. He wasn’t comfortable talking to the clerk. And he sure wasn’t comfortable giving her any information about his military status.

  He threw the truck in drive and headed back to the cabin. At least there he would have solitude. He didn’t know who needed it more: he, or his bear.

  Chapter 2

  Haley

  Haley looked at the clock. It was close to midnight. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. Her shift was almost over. The fluorescent lights overhead made everything look washed out. She wondered why hospitals still used them. They didn’t make the staff happy and they certainly weren’t good for the patients.

  She walked to the nurses’ station. “Any new patients?” she asked.

  “No, you better get out of here before that changes,” the night nurse responded. “It’s quiet for once around here.”

  “I think you’re right.” Haley smiled. “I’ll be in the doctor’s lounge if that changes in the next ten minutes. I hope we didn’t just jinx it.”

  She walked down the hall past the patient rooms and pulled the stethoscope from her neck. She massaged the back of her shoulders. She had been on her feet for twelve hours. The only thing she could think about was a hot shower, preferably at home.

  “Hey, you clocking out?”

  She turned to see Dr. Mors filling his coffee cup.

  “Yes, I have three days off. I’m going to sleep through all three of them.” She pulled her bag from her locker.

  “Didn’t you sign up for the Help A Hero Program?” he asked.

  “Shit. I did. My day is tomorrow isn’t it?”

  He took a sip of his coffee, his long nose dipping in the cup. “Yep. You better pick up your list on the way out.”

  “Any chance these soldiers sleep in?” she whined.

  He laughed. “The ones I worked with were up before the sun.”

  Haley sighed. “What are the chances I’ll get the ones that are more nocturnal?” She checked the clock over the door. Finally, midnight.

  “You remember what they said in our veterans training about disrupted sleep patterns.”

  “Right. I do. It reminded me of my psych rotation. I had just enough to help me with my patients, but not so much I felt like I had to psychoanalyze eve
ryone.” She remembered how much she enjoyed that rotation.

  The older doctor chuckled. “Believe me, these guys already think that’s why you’re there. The first two I met practically threw me out.”

  “Really?”

  “Oh yeah. We know we’re there to help, but it might not come across that way to them. Some of them just want to be left alone.”

  She flung her bag on her shoulder. “Good to know. Thanks.”

  “Sure thing. I have a patient to check on. Good luck tomorrow, and enjoy your time off. Good night, Dr. Manning.”

  “Good night, Dr. Mors.” She walked out of the lounge in search of the list she needed for the Help A Hero Program.

  “Michelle, do you have the volunteer information here?” Haley stopped at the nurses’ station.

  “Sure do. Hold on a second.” Michelle returned with a clipboard in her hand. “Looks like you only have one.”

  “One?”

  “Mmmhmm.” Michelle handed her the sheet of paper. “And this one didn’t get called in until after five.”

  “You mean the list was blank?”

  “Yep.” Michelle smiled. “There isn’t much on him. Only that he just returned.”

  Haley looked at the notes in the margin and shrugged her shoulders. “Not much to go on, but I’ll pay him a visit in the morning.” She turned for the door. “Good night.”

  Chapter 3

  Jax

  He sat on the front porch of the cabin. For the past two years he had the same ritual when he woke up. He’d unsheathe the dagger from the case he wore on his leg and sharpen the blade.

  It became part of his survival routine. His gun could misfire, but his knife would always be accurate and sharp. The edge of the blade scraped over the sharpening block as he dipped it back and forth.

  Jax could hear the engine before he even saw the car. His ears were tuned in to every little sound. He clutched the handle when he saw the car approach. Who in the hell would be driving out here? His cabin was in the middle of the woods.