Rock (BBW Secret Baby Bear Shifter Romance) (Secret Baby Bears Book 2)

by Becca Fanning

  Addy couldn’t take her eyes off of him. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured.

  His laugh sounded pained. “That’s supposed to be my line, darlin’.”

  But she shook her head as she pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs. She ran her hands over his body like a blind woman, the sensitive tips of her fingers exploring every inch of him. When she got to the waistband of his shorts, he lifted her off of him, reversing their positions.

  “My turn, darlin’.”

  “Let me see you, first,” she said, staying his hands.

  He hesitated, then lifted himself far enough to push his shorts down and away. Her eyes widened when she saw him, and she started to tremble.

  “I know how this is supposed to work,” she whispered. “I mean, I do live on a farm, but…”

  “We’ll do this a little different,” he told her with a chuckle, nudging her legs apart.

  She opened for him, and when he reached down to touch her intimately, she gasped when she felt a gush of wetness between her thighs.

  “Mark!”

  “It’s okay, Addy. It’s just your body tellin’ me you’re ready for me.”

  When her eyes met his in confusion, he smiled. “Trust me, darlin’.”

  “Okay,” she whispered, suddenly certain that she could and did.

  She felt that huge part of him at her opening and sucked in her breath as she felt him come into her, slowly at first, then suddenly filling her completely. There might have been pain, but it was gone in another moment as he began to rock inside her in an age-old rhythm. When his lips and hands found her breasts, she cried out again. But just as she thought she could stand no more, her whole body tightened, and this time his voice joined hers as their world shattered.

  Addy lay curled against Mark, listening to his heartbeat slow to match hers. She had never imagined anything like what they had just shared together.

  “Are you all right, darlin’?” he asked after a time.

  She smiled to hear the concern in his voice. “I’m fine. Actually, I may be a whole lot better than fine.”

  She heard the deep rumble in his chest and remembered him as a bear and the pleasure of wrestling with him in the meadow.

  “I need to tell you something,” she whispered.

  “What?”

  “I almost Shifted tonight,” she confessed. “When I panicked, just before we…”

  She broke off. It was one thing to do what they had and quite another to talk about it.

  “But you didn’t,” he finally said. “You stayed as yourself. You didn’t Shift, when I scared you.”

  She pushed herself up and looked him in the eye. “You didn’t exactly scare me!”

  When he only raised his eyebrows in that way of his, she blushed.

  “Well, all right, you did—for just a minute, though.”

  He reached up to push her loose hair behind her ear, letting his fingers trail down past her ear, along her neck and to her throat.

  “I’ll never be able to tell you how sorry I am that I did.”

  She reached out to close his lips with her finger tips.

  “It doesn’t matter, now, Mark. Really it doesn’t. I didn’t know what I was gettin’ into. Well, not exactly, anyway. But you made it good for me. You made it right. And I love you for it.

  He smiled. “Do you?”

  She nodded. “Yes. I guess I love you for a lot of reasons, but that one for sure.”

  “I’m glad.”

  Mark reached up to take her face between his big hands and pulled her down to kiss her. She felt herself start to tingle again, and it had nothing to do with Shifting. When he pulled one of her legs across his body, she sat up to straddle his thighs. This time he allowed her to trace her fingers down his torso, and when she reached the part of him that once more ached for her, he took her hips between his strong hands and lifting her, fitted her onto him.

  Addy sucked in a deep breath at the sensation. It was different like this. Bigger. Fuller. And she didn’t know quite what to do. Then he used his hands to first lift her then slowly let her down once more.

  “Ride me, darlin’,” he said, and his golden eyes burned for her.

  She did as he directed, grasping his hips with her thighs and bracing her hands on his shoulders as she moved up and down on him, guided by his big hands. After a time, he released her hips only to reach for her breasts. The aching pain/pleasure from his hard grasp shot straight to her groin, and she arched back, screaming her release. He followed her over the edge with a roar as he emptied himself into her once more.

  Much later, she stirred as she felt him pull the blanket up over her shoulders against the cool night air.

  “Mark?”

  “Go back to sleep, Addy.”

  “Okay.”

  “Addy?”

  “Hmm.”

  “Before you do, there’s something I should tell you.”

  “Hmm?”

  “I love you, too.”

  Her breath caught, and she suddenly felt warm all over.

  “I’m glad,” she whispered, dropping a light kiss on his furry chest.

  “So, from what you saw of them, do you think my family will be up for another weddin’ so soon?”

  “I hope so,” she said, snuggling in. “I don’t want to wait as long as Mel and Matt did, okay?”

  Addy felt his smile when he kissed her brow and allowed herself to believe in miracles.

  Luke

  Bearly Saints III

  by

  Becca Fanning

  Candace Chance ducked into the alley, just as a black limousine passed a third time. She had no reason to believe the people in the car were looking for her, but she had no reason not to believe it, either. The temperatures had dropped with nightfall, and she had started to shiver uncontrollably. It had been raining off and on all day, and though the precipitation had stopped for now, the streets were wet. The alley smelled horrible—a mix of the stench coming from an overflowing dumpster, oily refuse, and things better left unidentified—but with nowhere else to go, and the limousine continuing to drive by on what seemed like an endless loop, she had no choice but to hole up here and hope things looked up in the morning.

  Happy birthday to me, she thought, as she sank down behind some wooden crates.

  The ground near the wall was littered with flattened cardboard boxes, which, while wet, at least provided some insulation between her and the pavement. It was cold, though, so very cold, and she huddled in her fleece sweater, wishing it were a full-length down coat. She had never had to think about people living on the street before. Raised in a sheltered environment, home-schooled, and protected, she hadn’t spent much time thinking about the outside world. She hadn’t needed to, though she now realized she should have insisted. Much of her schooling had been online, and perhaps she should have looked beyond her lessons. But she’d known her online access had been ruthlessly monitored. She hadn’t thought of the “why” of it—there’d been no reason to—but now she knew, first hand, the “why.”

  Candace had been born in a bordello, the product of her mother’s miscalculation and an unknown, faceless john. She’d often wondered why her mother had kept her, but she’d never asked, and had never been told—until yesterday. The Manager, as he was known to everyone living and working there, was used to paying for abortions for his “girls,” though he resented the need for them, and the girls under his management felt his fury, when they slipped up. Candace’s mother had been too far along for an abortion by the time she’d had to admit her pregnancy, so the Manager had made her a deal. She would be allowed to have the baby in the safe confines of the House, but the child would belong to him.

  The irony of a white woman selling her white baby to a black “manager” had been lost on her mother, or it had at least been ignored in favor of the opportunity to remain in the high-class establishment. If Candace had wondered over the years about why she was treated differently from the other girls
, many of whom were only young teenagers themselves when they’d arrived, she hadn’t thought to question it. The Manager had always scared her a bit, in spite of his well-dressed, soft-spoken, polite appearance, if only because all the women in the house obviously feared him. Still, shouldn’t she have questioned the clothes? The comportment and music coaching? The exercise regiment? The schooling?

  Of course, I should have, she realized now, when it was too late. Though in a different way, I was as much a fool as my mother.

  This time when she shivered there was more than the cold behind it. She would never forget that last conversation with her mother. Had it been only this morning? Her mother had come to her at dawn to tell Candace she had to get ready. She would turn eighteen at midnight, and the Manager would be coming for her.

  Why, Mama, why?

  Because he owns you, baby.

  How could you do this to me?

  Because he owns me, too.

  The deal had been struck the night the Manager had found out about her mother’s pregnancy, but he’d become even more interested when he’d learned Candace’s mother was carrying a girl child. He’d paid for everything over the years—her education, her health, her physical training, her musical training, her dance lessons—everything that would make her a prize worth a great deal of money to a certain kind of man who would be willing to pay top dollar for such a commodity: a genteel young lady, all packaged in a beautiful, untouched body. Candace had begged and pleaded with her mother, but in the end, she had been locked in her room. The sound of a bolt sliding home on the outside of her door had left Candace paralyzed with fear, knowing there was nothing for her to do but run, if she could only find a way out.

  A quick search had uncovered the fact that most of the windows in her room had long been painted shut, but she had found one chance. There was a very small hexagonal window in her bathroom, high in the wall across from the vanity, that could still be opened for ventilation. It was doubtful anyone would have considered the possibility that Candace could fit through it, or would even try, since her room was on the fourth floor, but desperation had lent her both strength and courage. She’d had to wait until after dark, and she hadn’t been able to take anything with her other than the clothes on her back, but thanks to rigorous physical training—which she now realized had been intended to keep her physically attractive—she’d had the strength and agility to squeeze through the tight window and climb down the side of the building. The old Victorian house had had plenty of dormer roofs and decorative trim to hold onto, and her light weight, slender hips, and yoga practice made it physically possible. She’d dropped lightly to the ground just as the neighborhood church bell tower had rung the hour at eleven p.m.

  Ten minutes later, she’d been safely away, but the heavens had opened, leaving her drenched to the skin and wishing she had thought to shove a coat out the window in front of her. She hadn’t dared, of course, because someone might have seen it fall or it might have caught on something on the way down, leaving evidence of her flight behind, but as she shivered in her cold corner of the alley, she wished she’d taken the chance. Could someone die of exposure in the middle of a bustling city? She’d read climate analyses of Nashville as a part of her science studies. Situated where it was, the temperatures were usually relatively mild, even in winter. But Candace was for the first time realizing that “relatively” was a tricky word, when you were worried about more than a higher-than-normal power bill.

  She managed to pull the top piece of cardboard out from under her, leaving her sitting on a slightly less soggy surface. She then wrapped it around herself, and though it was soggy wet, it still managed to block out the worst of the stiff breeze coming down the alley. She crossed her arms and curled into the tightest ball she could manage.

  Now I lay me down to sleep… The words one of the maids had taught her when she was a little girl suddenly appeared in her mind. I pray the Lord my soul to keep; if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

  Not for the first time, Candace wondered if she had a “soul to keep,” and if she did, was there a God who cared? Shivering in the darkness, she prayed it was so.

  “Got her!”

  Candace cried out when a big hand grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet. With her mind befuddled with sleep and the cold, it took her a moment to realize what was happening. Then she panicked and began kicking and scratching, fighting for her life.

  “Knock it off, ya little whore!” the man holding her shouted.

  He gripped her upper arm painfully with one hand and had his other forearm firmly pressed across her chest. Without thinking, she bit down hard on the part of his wrist exposed between the end of his sleeve and the beginning of his glove.

  The man cursed viciously and pulled back his fist to strike her, but a second man grabbed the first man’s arm, holding him back.

  “Don’t hit ’er, idiot! You heard the man! She comes back marked up, we don’t get paid!”

  “The little bitch bit me!”

  “Stuff it,” the second man said. “You know where she lives. You won’t catch anythin’ from her.”

  Candace continued to struggle, certain now of who had sent these men after her.

  “Well, I’m gonna cuff the bitch anyway,” the first man said. “We ain’t gonna be able to hang onto ’er iffen we don’t!”

  Candace tried to twist away, but she felt the cold steel snap shut around one wrist as her arms were yanked brutally hard behind her back. It felt like he was pulling her arms out of their sockets, and she knew she’d never be free, if he got the other handcuff on her.

  She screamed.

  “Shut up, bitch!” the second man said, jamming his gloved hand over her mouth.

  Candace was crying now, struggling futilely as the second cuff snapped around her other wrist. She just managed to turn her head to the side and let out another blood-curdling scream.

  “The hell with this!” one of them said, and he slammed his fist into her belly, knocking the wind completely out of her.

  She went down, whimpering, and only managed a squeak when they yanked her up painfully by the arms.

  The rest was all a blur, but she thought she heard a roar, and suddenly one of the men flew away from her. He screamed and landed with a sickening thud against the far side of the alley. The second man pushed her away from him and must have drawn a gun, because a shot rang out, but a third, huge shadow tackled the man before he could get off another shot, and he screamed as he went down. Candace scrambled away, using her legs to clumsily put some distance between herself and the dark moving shadows. Forced to stop when she came up against the wall, she squinted into the dim light, trying to see what was going on. Daylight was just beginning to lighten the scene on this heavily overcast morning, but she could see enough to know the first two men who had attacked her were down, and there was another, bigger, darker shadow standing over them. She heard a low growl then the shadow seemed to change in form. What she might have sworn was something like a bear was suddenly a man. When he turned, he towered over her, and she shrank back in terror.