MARS (BBW Bear Shifter MC Romance) (MC Bear Mates Book 1)

by Becca Fanning

  “Dean, stay with me. When we get to that camp, I want you to stay with me.”

  He looked uncomfortable. “Gina…”

  Dean didn’t answer for nearly a minute, before she prompted softly, “What? Dean, just spit it out.”

  “You know I can’t. I don’t fit in with people. I’m dangerous.”

  “You’ll fit in perfectly!” she said, crawling over to him and taking his hands in hers. “You’ve changed so much since I met you that I wouldn’t even recognize you from before. You can fit in. You can help. I can help. Together, we can make the world a better place.”

  “You can make the world a better place. I’ll just get in the way.”

  “Dean, don’t say that,” Gina said. She then took his head in her hands, looking deep into his blazing, golden eyes. “Dean, I need you.”

  She pressed her lips on his, as if he needed the affirmation, and kissed softly. He didn’t move his lips for the briefest of moments, as if considering how much had changed in only a few short days, but then his lips started moving against hers. They found the rhythm perfectly, moving with each other and not against. Gina felt Dean’s tongue slide against her lips ever so softly before retreating back into his mouth. She followed it with her own, pressing it between his lips, feeling him suck it into his own mouth.

  Gina didn’t know how long they kissed for, entirely losing herself in his lips and hands. His hands traveled over every inch of her body, running his fingers through her hair, dancing down her neck, cupping a breast, pulling her closer to him by her hips, squeezing her thigh. She shuddered in delight every time his fingers brushed her.

  Their kiss of passion broke for just a split second and that was enough for Gina to reach down to his shirt, grabbing each side and pulling it over his head. She threw it far away into the darkness. Then she ran her fingers across his chest, his sides, and his back. She couldn’t help herself. He was perfection in every way.

  It was her turn to kiss his neck, to nibble his ear, and to feel goosebumps break out across his skin underneath her hand. Moans escaped his lips as she moved her mouth down to his chest, kissing it, leaving her own little wet trails as she did so. Then she placed one of his nipples between her lips, sucking on it, running her tongue across it.

  Without even hesitating, she moved down to his stomach, kissing one side of it, then the other. Her lips lowered to his navel, kissing around it and then directly on it. She fumbled to unbutton his pants, pull down the zipper, and then pull them off completely.

  Dean was only in his underwear, at her mercy. She ran a finger along the noticeable bulge in the fabric, seeing a wet spot where the tip of his length was. She kissed along it, pressing the wet fabric to him, teasing him and making him wait.

  Slowly, she wrapped a finger into the side of his underwear, and then slowly tugged them off. They caught for just a split second on his member, and then they were down past his knees. Dean kicked them off and lay there completely naked.

  Gina trailed one finger along his length, twirling it on the head of his penis, then brought it back down the other side. She brought her head down, her tongue out, and licked him up and down. Dean growled, a loud noise of pure, bestial pleasure. When she had licked every inch of him, she brought her hand up, squeezing his girth and tugging gently. Dean leaned back and moaned again, running hands through his hair.

  She went slow, working him just how she wanted, fast enough to bring him pleasure but slow enough to tease him completely.

  After a few minutes, she leaned back on her knees and pulled her shirt over her head. Then she stood up, unbuttoning her pants, spinning around and bending over as she pulled them off. She gave Dean an entire look at her backside, clad only in underwear.

  Then she undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground but not spinning around just yet. Gina gave him a devilish grin over her shoulder, loving what was going on, and the look on Dean’s face told her that he was loving it, too.

  She hooked her thumbs in her panties, pulling them down inch by inch, making him wait for the entire view. When they were halfway down, she crossed her legs and bent down again, giving him the most perfect view of her that no one else had ever seen.

  “Wow,” he muttered under his breath. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Then she dropped to the floor in front of Dean. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her close. Dean lowered himself to the floor, lying on his back with Gina on top of him. She felt the warmth radiating from him, felt his tight muscles against her skin, felt his length between her legs.

  They kissed even longer, their hands running all over each other. One of his hands grabbed her breast, and at the same time he slid the other between her legs. Gina let out a loud moan as one of his fingers brushed against her clit, causing her to buck forward in pleasure. She moaned even louder when he slid two of his fingers into her, stretching her out.

  Gina let him work her, bringing her pleasure she couldn’t describe. She pressed her lips down on his neck, biting, the pleasure working its way through her. She felt a wave building inside of her, an entirely different feeling from the other night, but no less amazing. Gina’s moans were loud against Dean’s skin; his fingers never stopped moving inside of her, hitting the right places perfectly.

  With a gasp, Gina let her orgasm wash over her. It built and built and built, until there was nothing left but ecstasy inside of her. The feeling was perfect and she screamed out, pushing down on his fingers, feeling herself tightening around them.

  When her orgasm passed, she rolled over off of Dean, both of them laying on their backs. The medical kit was lying next to her and she reached out to unzip it. She fumbled around inside blindly, and then found what she was looking for. With a triumphant grin she held it up to Dean.

  Even in the dim light, he could see enough. “Are you sure?”

  Gina nodded. “It’s the only one that survived the fire.”

  Dean smiled.

  Gina held the last condom in her hand. They were a standard issue in all of the medical kits she had had. They were supposed to be given out those in situations that needed them, but there was no one around that needed it more than they did right then.

  Gina ripped open the package and pulled the condom out. She grabbed the base of Dean’s length with one hand, unsure if the condom would even fit over him as she rolled it down. It was a tight fit, but it would work.

  Dean rolled over, his body warm and on top of her. He ran a finger through her hair and guided himself between her legs. She felt his tip pressing against her lips. She let out a moan, unsure if he would fit inside of her — she had never been with a man this large before.

  But he went slowly, and her moans became screams of pleasure as he sank deeper into her, stretching her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more of him, he pushed into her deeper, filling her completely up. Then he pulled himself entirely out of her, leaving her feeling strangely hollow.

  Again he pushed into her, just a bit faster than the first time, and pulled back out until only the tip of his cock was inside of her. He pushed again, faster, burying himself completely in her. He pulled out and pushed in, over and over.

  They were both moaning loudly, working their bodies together in the dim light. Gina lifted her legs up, tightening around Dean’s backside, letting him hit entirely new angles. She started rocking her body, pressing against him just as he pressed against her, letting him go deeper than he ever had before.

  His lips found hers and never left as they made love. Gina could feel his entire length inside of her, warming her. It was unlike anything else she had ever experienced.

  They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, until she felt another orgasm approaching, faster than the first one. With every stroke, Dean’s length teased along her clit, bringing her closer and closer. She was pushing it away, trying to focus on anything else but Dean inside of her.

  Then his breathing started growing ragged and h
is thrusts lost their rhythm and became more urgent. She could tell that he was going to cum, and soon.

  “Cum for me,” she whispered between kisses. He let out a loud moan, more like an animal than a man, and thrust into her one final time. As he did so, Gina’s orgasm hit its final crescendo, and then they came together.

  Gina felt herself tightening around him. She felt Dean’s cock twitching, shooting load after load into the condom. He pushed deeper and deeper; she wrapped her legs tighter and tighter, and then they collapsed together, utterly spent and covered in sweat.

  Dean stayedy on top of her for a few minutes as they tried to catch their breaths.

  “That was amazing,” Gina finally managed. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  “Me neither,” Dean whispered, and then he rolled off of her. Gina heard him fumbling with the condom, then he tossed it away. Gina turned onto her side, draping an arm and a leg across his body.

  As bad as things were, they certainly felt perfect in that moment. Gina would never have imagined the sex could be that good. In fact, in the beginning she never would have imagined having sex with Dean at all. She couldn’t believe after everything had gone so badly, something had finally gone so right.

  But then she remembered they would be leaving each other soon. She frowned and pushed the thought away: she had Dean tonight, and the next few nights too, so she decided she would make the most of it.

  Wrapped in each other’s arms, they fell asleep.

  *

  Dean opened his eyes slowly. It was still dark out, but he could detect the first rays of sunlight creeping over the horizon. It would start to get light soon. He got up, carefully pulling himself out of Gina’s embrace, trying not to wake her. She mumbled a quiet, “Dean,” but that was it. He found his clothes and pulled them on slowly.

  Gina had wanted to go to the warehouse with him. He knew that. She probably could. Her ankle wasn’t giving her that much trouble anymore. But he didn’t want to risk putting her in any more trouble than he already had.

  This was something that he could do alone. He picked up the duffel bag, now almost completely empty besides cans of Petey’s food, and emptied it out. He opened up a can for Petey and made his way towards the back of the post office. Then he was out the door into the darkness; silent.

  He stood outside for a few minutes, listening as hard as he could. The town was dead. There were no gunshots, no car engines, nothing except the sound of his own breath and the rustle of leaves. Right now, the city was still asleep. He didn’t think it would be for long, so he set out towards the warehouse.

  As the old man had said, it was right next to the post office. Dean made his way through the alley, looking for an easy entrance. The doors were heavy steel and locked tight. He thought that he might be able to shift and knock his way through, but it would be loud and he could expend a lot of the energy he didn’t have. Right now, things were still dire.

  So he looked around some more, walking along the back side of the building. There was an old ladder that led up to a platform. Probably used for maintenance, but it would do. He grabbed it and shook it. It rattled slightly, but held. It would do nicely if it took his weight. But he didn’t see any other way into the warehouse and he certainly wasn’t going around to the street to look, so up he went.

  He busted open the small lock on the maintenance door with little problem, and then, on all fours, crawled through the opening and onto a small walkway high above the factory.

  The building was pitch black, but Dean could see enough. The old man had been telling the truth: this was a distribution factory and there were hundreds — no, thousands — of boxes, crates, and pallets everywhere in the building. Dean followed the walkway and found a ladder down.

  He explored for a few minutes and finally found what he needed. There was no shortage of food: canned vegetables and fruits, instant meals, sauces, anything he could think of. He found some that would satisfy his rumbling stomach and started to fill up the duffel bag almost to the brim, then went to find Petey some more dog food. He’d take the food back and then come back to get another bag. He felt good.

  *

  Gina woke up, her heart pounding in her chest. Dean was nowhere to be found. The duffel bag was gone, Petey’s food on the ground where it had been. He’d gone to the warehouse without her. But there was nothing she could do about it, now. He could have left 30 seconds ago or he could be on his way back any moment now. It was best just to lay low and wait for him to return.

  While she waited, she got dressed and looked around the post office. It was much as she had expected, but at least now she could see her surroundings. Dean had left the rifle, propped up on a desk. She was thankful for that.

  Unsure of what she should do, she decided to make herself useful and scout out the building. There could be food here, or useful tools, or any other number of things they hadn’t seen the night before. She explored the back room, finding nothing but old mail, never to be delivered.

  She and Petey made their way to the front of the building, making sure that no one was looking inside first. When she determined the coast was clear, they went to explore. The front of the post office was much the same as the back: it contained nothing that would be useful to them. It had been a long shot, but not looking would have been a crime.

  She decided it would be best to just go to the back room and wait for Dean. On the way she stopped at the bulletin board. Looking at the old posters reminded her of her old life: kids offering to mow lawns, cars for sale, community dinners. She wondered if they would ever get back to that.

  And half buried under another ad for a garage sale, a picture of Dean. Dean? Gina reached out, having no idea why there would be a picture of Dean on the bulletin board. Had he been here before?

  The text was big, bold and simple:

  HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?

  WANTED FOR THE MURDER OF

  SENATOR FOSTER’S SON

  ANY HELP WOULD BE APPRECIATED

  Murder? Dean? Gina dropped the paper to the floor. She couldn’t believe it. Dean had a temper sometimes, but he wouldn’t murder anyone in cold blood, would he?

  The paper finally came to a rest on the floor with Dean’s face looking up at her. He looked so innocent on the page.

  And then everything hit her like a truck: he wanted to avoid the new community, he wanted to avoid all towns, and he had been hiding out in a bunker in the woods for two years. He’d been hiding out because he was on the run.

  Gina thought she might be sick. He was a murderer, and she’d been falling in love with him. How could she be so stupid?

  “Come on, Petey,” she said, moving towards the back of the post office. She found a cloth paper sack and stuffed all of Petey’s food, what remained of her medical kit, and the blanket inside of it. She grabbed the rifle and went out towards the front of the post office.

  She looked both ways as best she could, then unlocked the front door and headed outside. She walked down the stairs, scanning up and down the road. It looked deserted. She turned north and headed off. She didn’t need Dean to survive any more.

  *

  Dean opened the door slowly, calling out, “Gina, it’s me! Don’t shoot!”

  When he heard no reply, he carefully poked his head into the back of the post office. He didn’t see her or Petey anywhere, and that was enough. At least she wouldn’t accidentally shoot him. He was struggling under the load of food he’d brought in.

  He had a plan: they would eat until they could hardly move, then he would find some extra containers in here, somewhere. Maybe a letter pail, maybe some bags. He’d make one last trip over to the warehouse and they’d hit the road.

  ‘Gina, I think you’re going to like what I found,” he called out, but there was no answer. Usually Petey would at least run up, checking out his voice, making sure it was him, but there was nothing.