Geek Bearing Gifts (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance): A BBW in search of love + A sexy shifter who secretly loved her = Smokin' Roaring Romance (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 2)

by Milly Taiden

  “Yes! Of course I’m kidding.” She laughed. “I don’t think Alice is the right fairy tale for you Mr. Bear.”

  She stopped a foot away from him. Her muscles locked, fighting back the urge to get closer to him.

  A spark of interest lit his eyes. “What fairy tale would you see me in?”

  She wanted to say a naughty version of Goldie Locks, but she was definitely not the golden one of the two. With his blonde spiky hair, he kicked any other version of Goldie Locks in the ass. “I’ll have to think about it.”

  He glanced away from her, as if to leave, but then turned and closed the distance between them. She inhaled sharply, holding her breath. He got closer, until her back hit the wall and his body pressed flush against hers.

  Oh dear God. If he didn’t kiss her soon, she might stoop to begging. On her knees, since her legs were about to give out.

  She thought with the way he’d gone all serious on her, that he’d grab her hard and kiss her roughly. But no. Instead, he raised a hand slowly, sliding it up her arm. Goosebumps broke over her skin. Their gazes held in a hot distracting lock that she didn’t want to break. He finally cupped her cheek so lightly she almost swore he wasn’t touching her. Her breaths pounded hard in her ears. Shivers raced down her back. She swallowed back the tiny whimpers trying to escape her throat.

  “Did you know...” he whispered, his head lowering with every breath she took. “That your eyes are the color of smooth milk chocolate and as bright as a thousand stars?”

  She’d never been told that. Ever. She had brown eyes. Men had told her they were pretty but nobody had compared it to something as decadent as chocolate. No one had said they were bright like stars. He said the words so quietly she thought he was talking to himself.

  “And your smile,” he continued. “Is more beautiful than any blooming flower come spring.”

  She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. It was then that he finally slanted his lips over hers. The slow burn in her blood flared into an intense inferno. He swiped his tongue over her lips first. Tasting. Proving. Almost asking for permission before moving in on her. She didn’t wait. She met his tongue with her own and rubbed hers over his in a bold stroke. A loud rumble vibrated from his chest. Then he pushed her harder against the wall, deepening the kiss.

  It was intoxicating. Fire and desire turned her insides into a ticking bomb of arousal. She whimpered, her nipples growing tight with need. She ached for relief. Flames of passion licked at her veins, warming her core, adding to the intense feeling of urgency inside her. Her panties went damp from how slick her pussy had gotten. She slid her hands around his waist and raked her nails over his back. The material of his shirt kept her from the warm skin she knew lay beneath.

  The heat of his body engulfed her. She became giddy with the idea of getting him naked. Naked sounded good. Shit, that sounded real good to her. If he continued to flick his tongue over her and curl it around hers like some kind of mating ritual she might end up coming on the spot. From a kiss.

  Oxygen pounded its way into her lungs and still she felt breathless. Her mind ceased to think of anything but sex. All rational thought had been discarded. Pure instinct drove her. This bear had been the first she’d clicked with on so many levels she stopped counting. Being with him felt right. Like the most natural thing to do.

  She ran her hands down to his waist, came around the front of his jeans and slid to grasp his erection over the denim.

  A new, deeper rumble sounded from Ky. She was about to fumble with his belt when all of a sudden he broke their kiss. Nooooo!

  “Nita...” he moaned her name.

  It was empowering to see him breathing hard and knowing he was just as ready to forget everything as she was. He wanted her too. Mrs. Wilder had clearly made the perfect match with them when it came to chemistry. It was explosive. Her lust-muddled brain wanted sex now.

  “I should go,” he said, the words had the effect of a bucket of ice water. What was she doing? This poor guy had been hurt. Bear shifter or not, she shouldn’t be throwing herself at him like he was the last chicken wing and she hadn’t had dinner.

  “I—”

  “Don’t.” He placed a warm, calloused finger over her lips. “This is more than sex.”

  She gulped. Hell yeah. She already knew they weren’t going to have every day type of sex. This was going toward the ‘I’m gonna fuck you stupid sex’. The hunger in his eyes was there for her to see. His cock was still rubbing over her belly like he wanted to find his way inside her. She’d gladly show him if need be, but he’d stopped. She should be ecstatic that a man had finally taken it upon himself to look at her as more than a piece of ass. Then why wasn’t she? Sexual frustration to the power of almost a year without sex.

  “Good night, beautiful Nita,” Ky said and took the step separating them from the darkness of the woods, the warmth of his body leaving her had her feeling chilled.

  “Good night,” she whispered.

  God. She hadn’t even brought her vibrator. She was going to sleep all kinds of uncomfortable.

  His big body slipped into the darkness and was gone in the blink of an eye. She shut the door and took a breath.

  “Well, shit!” Talk about something different. Nita had stopped having problems dating the moment she’d embraced her body. At the same time, she’d never really let anyone deep into her heart. All the men in her life had been more short-term flings than deep relationships. Not that she’d really worried about it before.

  Her cell phone rang at that moment. She ran for the chair she’d placed it on.

  “Hello?”

  “So how was the date?” Tally exclaimed. “Nita Islas! How dare you go on a date with some hot bear and not tell me? What did you think I’d do, judge you or something?”

  She sighed and sat down with a thump. Time to tell the truth. “It wasn’t you. I was just worried this was going to be another dead-end in the relationship department. I didn’t want you to get your hopes up.”

  “Nita...”

  “Okay,” she admitted with a groan, sliding her finger over her still tingling lips. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

  Tally sighed. “I understand. So how did it go?”

  “Well…” She thought back to the kiss. That part had been damn amazing. “Dinner was great. He’s a nice guy that’s genuinely sweet.”

  “And?”

  “He’s handsome.”

  Tally snorted with a laugh. “Just handsome?”

  Dammit! “Okay, he’s hot as hell. Damn, Tally. He’s so hot my eyes watered.”

  “Wow! He sounds like someone you should bring over for dinner or at very minimum tie to your bed.” She sighed.

  “Oh, that’s not the best part.” She thought back to what he’d said before he’d kissed her. “He’s a romantic and he kisses like a sex god.”

  Tally gasped. “Did you already have sex?”

  “I just met him like three hours ago,” she exclaimed.

  “Hey, it’s been known to happen.” Tally giggled.

  Yeah. She was right. And it almost had happened. If Ky hadn’t put an end to it, she probably would have gotten naked faster than on a hot summer day with no air conditioning.

  “He has these gorgeous hazel eyes. They turn this deep green or this golden color when he’s talking.” Or aroused. She’d seen how dark the green had gotten when he’d kissed her. She wondered what color they would turn when he came.

  “Oooh. Girl you’ve never sounded so interested in a man’s eyes before.”

  They reminded her of her old friend’s eyes. Ky. Except her high school friend’s eyes had never gotten dark green like Kyer’s eyes did when he’d been turned on. Probably because she’d never seen Ky turned on back when she’d been in school. She’d had a crush on the guy the size of Alaska. Too bad he’d been so shy and she’d been so insecure. The combination had not been good at the time. It had kept her from voicing her thoughts.

  “He’s a ni
ce guy.” He really was and that wasn’t just her hormones talking him up so she could feel good about giving it up.

  Tally laughed. “A nice hot guy. Just what the doctor ordered for you.”

  “More like what Mrs. Wilder got me.” She smiled.

  That old lady was like a matchmaking god. She’d worked her magic on Tally and now, if things went according to plan, she might have played her cards right where Nita was concerned.

  “All right, well I know this is a series of dates, so you know I will be calling you back tomorrow to find out how that went,” Tally said. “Don’t you dare ignore my calls or I swear I’ll come hunt you down.”

  Hopefully she’d have something good to share.

  “Take care. We’ll chat tomorrow.”

  She shut off the phone and plugged it in to charge. Then she opted for a nice long bath. Her apartment was too small to do baths. That and the kitchen were the main reasons she wanted to move. Seeing Ky’s gorgeous home only reinforced her need for more space. He lived on so much land. He didn’t have annoying neighbors playing loud music in the middle of the night. After a long day of patients screaming at her, the last thing she wanted was to get no sleep because of noise upstairs or next door.

  That was the price she paid for living in a busy city. But did she need to stay there? It wasn’t like she was broke. If she didn’t buy a house in the middle of midtown, she could afford something further outside of town.

  The idea flourished. A house with a backyard where she could finally get a dog or cat. Her parents didn’t live on the same side of the world anymore. They’d visit wherever she decided to move. So why was she still putting up with the insanity of the city?

  Sitting in the quiet bath, with nothing but the kisses Ky had given her on her mind, she lost track of time. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t have to rush somewhere. It was nice. And the way Ky had treated her had been so different. He could have taken things to the next level right there in the living room with the door wide open. Hell not only would she have let him, she’d encouraged him to do it.

  She sat there for a long time. Her thoughts floated over the possibilities that maybe, for once in her life, she could figure out how to have more than just sex with the hot bear. With Ky so nice and sweet, it was easy to talk to him. Easy to open up even when he was just barely awake with a possible concussion. She was a terrible nurse to the big mountain man. Good thing he was a shifter or he might have died while she drooled over his abs. She should learn to behave when it came to Ky. Maybe after she’d seen him fully naked.

  She snickered as she got out of the bath and dried off. Yeah, right. Like that was gonna happen. She’d keep thinking and visualizing Ky naked until she saw him naked. Then she’d just adjust her visions and keep seeing the right version of him naked in her head.

  She slipped on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Energy buzzed in her veins. She was still wound up from that kiss. A walk could help her relax and go to sleep. She slipped on her trainers and headed for the creek she’d seen earlier. The brightness from the full moon allowed her to see without the need for a flashlight or her cell phone.

  A low rumble sounded by the water. She peeked around a tree and gasped. Holy shit. She scurried back behind the tree, hoping that she hadn’t been heard or seen. Then she took another look. A giant black bear rubbed his back on a massive trunk. He kicked leaves around and then moved by the edge of the creek and finally, jumped in.

  FOUR

  “Shit!” She gasped. Who the heck jumped in the creek? And more importantly, did he know how to swim? Considering she definitely didn’t know how, she really hoped the big bear was okay.

  Gripping the tree bark with her nails, she waited breathlessly until a man emerged from the water. There went her ability to relax for the rest of the night. Ky got out of the water. Ky naked as the day he’d been born. The moonlight reflected off his skin, showing every single wet muscle in high definition.

  She bit her lip, swallowed hard and continued to stare.

  He combed his fingers through his short spiky hair and stretched his arms above his head. His body gleamed with wetness. He marched away from the water, toward the house. Still naked and so sexy she could do nothing to stop her feet from following behind him.

  Careful not to make noise, she took her time sauntering after him. He went around the house, to a side entrance that led to his bedroom. A big bed was visible through the glass sliding door. She saw it all clearly from the spot she stood at behind a giant old tree.

  He didn’t bother shutting the door. Her pussy throbbed from intense arousal. He threw some items she couldn’t quite make out on his bed. Her curiosity was more than piqued. She wanted him to pick up whatever he’d thrown on the bed so she could see what it was. Then he sat down with some pillows propped behind his back. She watched him press buttons on a TV remote. Still naked and with a very erect cock, he flicked through channels. She wondered how he’d watch anything in that state.

  Why was she still standing there, peeping on him like some demented pervert? Because damn it all to hell, he was hot. That and she liked watching his body. All those muscles and that slight mat of hair on his chest. He was the complete opposite of every man she’d ever been with. Combine that with the sexual chemistry they had and she was fascinated.

  Her gaze zoomed in on his hand. He had squirted something in it. Shit. Was that lube? Sure enough, he wrapped his hand around his cock and leaned back into the pillows. Oh, no. Oh this was bad. This was really bad. She should go before he—too late. She watched, mesmerized, as he jerked his cock with his big hand. He’d stopped watching whatever was on the television. His gaze had strayed to the open door and stayed there. If it weren’t so dark, she’d swear he could see her.

  If she weren’t so aroused and needing relief, she might feel bad that she’d intruded in such a private moment. As it was, she started to squirm while standing there. Her harsh breaths pounded loud in her ears. Her clit twitched, needing to be touched. She slid a hand down the inside of her shorts, still focused on Ky. He appeared fixated on her. She rubbed her hand between her legs and bit back a moan. She was wet. Wet and desperate to be touched by him.

  It felt good to touch herself. She knew without a doubt that Ky touching her would feel better than this, but she couldn’t ask for that right then. She slipped past her clit and plunged her fingers into her wet center.

  His handling of his cock turned rougher. He jerked hard, every few strokes rubbing the tip with his thumb. She couldn’t see the color of his eyes from where she stood, but she would bet her entire savings they were deep green. He groaned every few moments, the sound managed to make her wetter.

  She wanted to run into his room and offer to do the job for him. Just the thought of his cock sliding into her mouth brought an electric tingle to her aching pussy. She pressed a finger into her clit, tweaking the tiny nerve spot hard, tugging the bit of flesh with almost painful speed. With her other hand, she held herself steady by the tree. Her legs started to shake with her fondling of herself.

  You need to get laid!

  She lost the battle with her shaky legs and slid down to her knees. Even with her inability to stay upright, she didn’t stop. She stared at him, continuing to press at her clit, fingers sliding over her pleasure bundle in hard circles. His chest rose and fell, his breathing harsh and labored. She heard his moans and knew it was getting harder for him. The same as it was for her. Her hand rubbed against the material of her shorts, but she didn’t care. She gasped, and for a second swore he’d heard her.

  God! She was going to get into trouble. There was no stopping at that point. Her hand had a mind of its own. She swooped down, sinking her fingers into her wet heat, coating them with her arousal and then gliding them over her clit. Back and forth. Each slow wet slide and press tightened the burning in her sex. Meanwhile, Ky’s neck veins popped out, showing how close he was getting to losing his control. He pleasured himself with his eyes locked on her. It ad
ded gasoline to the fire raging like a perfect storm in her core.

  She tapped her clit hard. Once. Twice. On the third time she had to bite down on her lip to keep from screaming and swore she tasted blood. She inhaled sharply, struggling to stop the whimpers riding the back of her throat. Her entire body shook as almost painful pleasure blasted through her.

  Ky’s jerking slowed. He tensed, threw his head back and roared. The loud sound was coupled with semen spurting from his cock. She had to blink repeatedly to get her vision to refocus. It was moments before he stopped breathing harshly and milking his cock. Then he moved. He stood up and left to an attached bathroom.

  She took that moment to stand and get the hell away from the house. There had been times in her life she’d done silly things, but never had she ever peeped on a man masturbating. And she sure as hell hadn’t started doing it herself while watching him. Not that there was an ounce of remorse in her.

  She got back to the tiny cabin and locked herself in. No more nighttime walks. Only god knew what else she’d see if she stayed out there. Not to mention she might beg to join in. That’s all she needed. For her date to think she couldn’t control her urges.

  After a really cold shower, she went to bed. Tomorrow would be soon enough to see Ky and decide if things between them were worth pursuing.

  * * *

  Ky’s morning started out with him in a pissy mood and way too early for his own good. He’d been unable to sleep thinking about Nita. Jesus Christ. He’d seen her out there, playing with herself at the same time she watched him masturbate. He didn’t know what came over him, but he’d loved that he’d turned her on to the point she needed to make herself come.

  Nita moaning and touching her own body had been better than the video on his TV. He’d been mentally fucking her all night and when he realized he’d get no sleep, he chose to self-pleasure. But he hadn’t expected her, outside his door, moaning and whimpering with one hand between her legs and the other holding the tree next to her. She’d made the most amazing face as she came, her features lost in the pleasure of her orgasm.