Bear Seeking Bride: Trent (Bear Canyon Brides #3)

by Ruby Shae

  He settled the bill and they walked out of the restaurant hand in hand.

  “Do you want to?” she asked.

  “What?”

  All he could think about was holding her in his arms all night long.

  “Walk a little?”

  “I can’t go far,” he said.

  It seemed they were like a ping pong table tonight. As soon as one of them got over an issue, the other popped up with one. Would this be the one to send her away?

  “How far can you go without pain?” she asked.

  “About four blocks.”

  “Good. Let’s go out two and come back two. Next time, we can park a few blocks over and do the same thing, deal?”

  “Deal.”

  He smiled at her giddiness, and marveled at her easy solution. So many people wanted to offer their advice, which usually meant walking for miles and trudging through the pain the next day. Most people didn’t understand his role on the job site, and because he still worked actively with his brothers, they assumed there was nothing wrong with his leg.

  In bear form, he could walk longer distances, and even run, though not very fast, but his human form was limited.

  He briefly wondered if he would be able to pleasure Olive properly, but then pushed the silly thought aside. There were plenty of ways to please his woman and he planned on practicing a lot during their lifetime. Hopefully, by the end of the week, she’d understand her ex-losers were the ones with the problems, not her.

  Olive held his free hand and matched her pace with his. It was late Sunday night, so most of the shops were closed, but that didn’t stop her from looking in the windows. She asked questions about the town, and he pointed out his favorite sandwich place and coffee shop.

  Every now and then a bear would pass them on the sidewalk, or run past them down the street, but she didn’t recoil or try to hide behind him. Instead, she questioned him.

  “When do I get to see your bear?”

  “Whenever you want, sweetheart.”

  He’d wanted to show her as soon as possible, but he hadn’t wanted to force the issue.

  “Tonight?”

  Yes, please.

  “Yes, if you want. I don’t have to undress, so I can do it here or back at the hotel.”

  “Let’s go back to the hotel,” she said.

  She let go of his hand and walked to his other side while he turned around.

  On the way back to his truck, he explained what she would see during the thirty-second shift, and how even though he would have the form of his animal, he would still fully think as his human. The only thing different would be his form.

  “Will you stay with me, Trent? Will you hold me tonight?”

  Could he? He wasn’t sure he could lay with her all night and not beg her to fuck him, but he would try. For her, he would do anything.

  “If you’re not afraid, and you still want me to after you see my bear, then yes, I will.”

  She smiled at him and suddenly his comfort didn’t matter. If she let him, he would hold her as long as she wanted.

  ***

  “Are you ready?” Trent asked.

  “Yes,” Olive answered from behind the island that separated the kitchen and the small living space.

  He’d made her stay behind the bar in case she freaked out. It was rare, but sometimes humans had a difficult time watching a shifter change forms. If he noticed her distress from the other side of the room, he could shift back before she could do any real damage.

  Even though the air conditioner ran in the background, sweat broke out on his forehead when he remembered the last time he’d shifted in front of a woman he was supposed to marry. His ex had looked at him with disgust and told him to never change forms in front of her again. She’d burned down the house a few months after that.

  Somehow he’d forgotten that tiny detail until tonight. Not once in four years had he thought about the fact that she hadn’t accepted his other form. It should have been a deal breaker, but he hadn’t called off the wedding. He didn’t know why, but he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

  How would Olive react when she saw his bear?

  “Trent? You okay?” she asked.

  “Yeah, sorry. Here I go.”

  Thirty seconds later he sat on the hotel floor in his bear form and studied her face. If she was disappointed or disgusted, she hid it well. In fact, she smiled and came out from behind the counter.

  “That was amazing,” she said. “You’re amazing. Can I touch you?”

  He nodded once and she kneeled down in front of him and slid her hands down his arms, burying her fingers in his fur.

  Oh my god!

  Her hands felt like heaven and the urge to shift and claim her rode him hard.

  She touched his paws and surveyed his claws before she moved to his face. Her gentle fingers caressed his muzzle and tugged on his ears while she looked him in the eyes.

  When she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, he knew he had to get away from her. He backed out of her arms and into the arm chair, knocking it over, then he ran into the bedroom, shifted back and locked himself in the bathroom.

  Olive’s hurt and confused look nearly broke his heart, but he couldn’t go back out there until he could control his emotions. His deep, measured breaths filled the room, but he couldn’t slow his heart or force his erection to deflate.

  What the hell is wrong with me?

  He’d never been so out of control, and though he wanted to reassure Olive, he didn’t want to hurt her. Lust rode him hard and the seconds ticked into minutes with no resolution. In a last ditch effort, he started a cold shower and stripped out of his clothes.

  The cold water sizzled off his skin, and he barely felt the cold. He concentrated on deep breaths and counted backward from one thousand. Somewhere around five hundred, he started to feel somewhat normal.

  “Trent? Is everything okay?”

  Oh shit! Why didn’t I lock the damn door?

  She was in the room and his desire for her ratcheted back to his initial response.

  “I’m fine,” he said carefully. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  “Okay. Did I…do something wrong?”

  He hated the pain he heard in her voice.

  “No, sweetheart, you did everything right. Too right, it seems. I’m having a hard time calming down.”

  “What do you…oh.”

  Her voice lowered to nearly a whisper when his meaning registered, and he barely heard the last word because of the running water from the shower.

  “Yeah.”

  Please get out of here!

  “Is this normal?” she asked.

  “No, it isn’t, but it proves we’re meant to be together. I need you to wait for me in the other room now, sweetheart.”

  “Well, do you want to…can’t we just take care of the problem?”

  “No!” he yelled, and then he softened his voice. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

  “You won’t. I trust you, Trent. It will be okay. Let me help you.”

  He shut off the water and yanked the shower curtain open, careful to keep his bad leg hidden. She looked at his cock and her eyes widened, but she didn’t back down.

  “Go into the bedroom, remove all of your clothes and wait for me on the edge of the bed.”

  She followed his command without question and another dose of lust surged through him. He dried off slowly, giving her time to complete the task, and then he wrapped his towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom.

  He smiled when he saw his cane just outside the door, and he used it to help him into the living space. He grabbed a chair from the small dining table and pulled it behind him into the bedroom.

  She fidgeted when he entered the room and he realized, based on her past, how difficult following his orders must have been.

  The air conditioner kept the room cool, and her dark pink nipples were hard. They stood out against the soft pink areolas that surrounded
them, and looked like ripe berries ready for eating. He wanted to suck them both into his mouth, but it would have to wait until later.

  He placed the chair in front of her, and sat down. His aching cock tented the towel, begging for release, and he knew he didn’t have much time.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said, and pulled her close for a quick, chaste kiss. “Lean back and put your legs on my knees.”

  “What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice wobbly, as she completed the task.

  “I’m going to taste you.”

  She gasped, but she didn’t move away from him. He pulled his chair closer to the bed, spread her legs and looped her knees over his shoulders. She was shaved bare, and he growled as he leaned forward and licked her soft pink folds.

  Olive tensed at the initial contact, but as his tongue slid along her lower lips, she relaxed and threaded her hand through his hair. He didn’t know if she would encourage him or try and push him away until her fingers flexed and she pushed his face deeper into her cunt.

  Her other hand fisted the bedspread and tiny mewling sounds released from her throat.

  “Grab your tits, sweetheart,” he said between licks. “Pull on those ripe nipples.”

  She released his head and grabbed the soft flesh. He held her hips and feasted on her pussy like a starving man. Soon her cry of release filled the room, and he licked up every drop of her honey until her garbled moans resembled something similar to words.

  “Come sit on my lap,” he said, pulling on her hand.

  Olive sat up and looked at his cock warily. One hand held hers, and the other was wrapped around the base of his dick.

  “Are you sure? I’m not a small girl, and I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

  “I’m sure,” he said, and squeezed her hand. “You said you trusted me. This is what I need from you right now.”

  She moved off the bed and stood straddled over him without any other objections. He guided his cock into her entrance, and she slowly sank down on him.

  Goosebumps erupted over his skin, and a light sheen of sweat dotted his forehead again. Her pussy molded around his cock as if she’d been made just for him.

  “Oh god, sweetheart, you are so tight. Your pussy feels amazing.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to move. She used her thighs to raise and lower herself up and down his cock and he let his hands explore her smooth skin as his tongue explored her mouth.

  He wanted the moment to last forever, but the fact that he’d lasted this long without exploding inside of her was a tiny miracle.

  “Enough,” he said, effectively stopping her slow movements. “I need more. Now.”

  He grabbed her waist and moved her up and down his dick. She moved her hands to his shoulders and followed his lead. She bounced hard and fast until her release swamped her and she screamed his name.

  He utilized the adrenaline coursing through his veins to lift them both and lay her down on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs wide and he pounded into her relentlessly until he roared his release and she milked his cock dry.

  Still joined, he collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her chest.

  “Are you okay?” she whispered, smoothing her hand over his head.

  He pushed his weight onto his palms and studied her. Instead of making their first time slow and sweet, he’d fucked her hard and fast like an animal, yet she was concerned about his well-being. Her sentiments melted his heart.

  “I’m fantastic, sweetheart. That was incredible. I didn’t hurt you did I?”

  “Not at all. It was wonderful for me,” she whispered. “I was worried about your leg.”

  “I can’t feel anything right now,” he laughed, “but I think it will be fine. If anything, I’ll be a little sore tomorrow. I haven’t done this in a while.”

  “And, I was…okay?” she asked, tentatively.

  “You were better than okay, sweetheart. I’ve never had a connection like that with any woman, and you were perfect. I told you the problem was with your exes, not you.”

  She kissed the top of his head and he stood and pulled out of her warm channel.

  “Let’s get into bed. I want to hold you all night long.”

  He stood and then sat in the chair, and Olive pulled down the bedding. She crawled into the center and waited for him to join her before she wrapped herself around him and drifted off to sleep.

  He held onto her in the darkness, staring at the ceiling and reveling in her warmth. His mate was by his side and he intended to keep her there for the rest of his life. He’d never felt this way with anyone, and though he was still angry at his brothers, he also owed them an apology.

  For the first time in four years, he felt something other than anger and hate.

  He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.

  Chapter Five

  The following morning, Olive woke to the shrill ringing of a phone.

  “What is that?” she asked sleepily.

  “Cell-phone,” Trent mumbled.

  She sat up half way to look around the room, and then plopped back on her pillow when the noise stopped.

  “Thank god,” she said.

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head before the ringing started again. She grabbed a pillow and used it to cover her ears.

  “Bad phone,” she said. “Make it stop.”

  Trent sat up, grabbed his cane and surveyed the room. The phone started ringing again.

  “Where are my pants?” he grumbled.

  “Bathroom,” she yelled from under the pillow.

  She heard him walk into the bathroom and pull the annoying device out of his pants right before it started ringing again. He hobbled back to the bed, checked the caller ID and answered it on the fifth ring.

  “What?” he barked to the person on the other end. “Yes, everything is fine...Yes, I’m sure…No, I’m not…Because I’m spending the day with Olive…Yes, she is…Yes…Okay, hold on.”

  He handed her the phone.

  “It’s Travis. Go easy on him,” Trent said, “he wants to make sure you’re okay.”

  “Hello?” she said into the phone.

  “Hi Olive, its Travis, Bree’s husband. How are you today?”

  “Well, I’d be better if you hadn’t woken us up,” she said, and Trent smiled and kissed her shoulder, “but otherwise I’m fabulous.”

  Trent pulled the sheet off her naked body and kissed her soft stomach. She vaguely realized she didn’t flinch when he’d exposed her. How could she when he seemed to worship her every curve?

  “And you stayed the night with Trent?” he asked.

  “Yes, I did. Travis, do you make it a habit of phoning all of your brother’s conquests the morning after?”

  “I’m sure you know my brother hasn’t had a conquest in four years,” he said.

  “You’re right and I’m sorry,” she said, all teasing aside. “Everything went great and we are getting married. I’m supposed to have lunch with Bree later, can you, Tyler and Dawn join us?”

  “Good girl,” Trent whispered before he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

  “That would be great. What time did you girls plan to go?”

  “Um…eleven-thirty,” she sighed into the phone.

  “That’s in an hour,” Travis said.

  Trent switched to her other nipple and she gasped.

  “We’d better make it twelve-thirty,” she breathed as Trent dragged his teeth over the sensitive flesh.

  “That sounds great, where—”

  “Trent will call you back,” she said and hung up the phone.

  He laughed as he moved down her body and kissed her mound.

  “That wasn’t nice,” she said as he swiped his tongue over her clit. “You need to call your brother.”

  “Okay,” he said and reached for the phone.

  She beat him and pushed it off the bed.

  “Later. First, finish what you
started.”

  “My pleasure, sweetheart.”

  An hour later, she rummaged through her suitcase as Trent called his brothers and decided on a place for lunch. They’d both showered, but he needed to stop at his house and change before their lunch date.

  When they walked into his home, the mutilated wall had been hard to miss.

  “Oh my god, what happened? Did someone break in?”

  “No, I did that,” he admitted. “After you left, I was angry, confused and about a billion other things. Throwing something seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I have to get the guys to help me patch it up. In hindsight, I should have done basically anything else.”

  “Aww…I’m sorry,” she said, pulling him down for a chaste kiss. “Maybe if I make them a great lunch they won’t be too hard on you.”

  “I doubt it would make a difference, but I think it sounds like a great idea,” he said. “How about Saturday? We can make it a pool party if you want.”

  “I don’t have a suit,” she said.

  “Well, then it sounds like you’ll have to go shopping. I’d better get ready.”

  Two hours later, everyone at the table erupted in laughter once more.

  When they’d showed up for lunch, Travis, Bree, Tyler and Dawn were already seated around the table. Their stares had been disconcerting until Trent leaned over and whispered in her ear.

  “Remember that guy you met yesterday?” he asked. She nodded, understanding he referred to himself. “They know him very well, especially the girls.”

  She knew he and his brothers worked together, and shared a close relationship on and off the job site, so she could appreciate their shocked stares. Their grumpy, woman hating brother was smiling, holding a woman’s hand and whispering in her ear.

  The sisters, his brother’s wives, stared as if he were a stranger.

  Olive decided the best thing to do was pretend she didn’t notice their confusion. Trent tensed slightly when they took their seats, but he relaxed when she squeezed his hand and introduced herself to his family.

  By the time dessert came, they’d discussed everything from their upcoming nuptials to everyone’s favorite ice cream flavor. She liked his family and couldn’t wait to become a permanent part of it.

  At the end of the meal, she and the girls had a shopping trip planned for Friday, the same day the men planned on fixing Trent’s wall, and later that night they planned on visiting the town’s only bar for happy hour.