A Bear's Baby

by Vanessa Devereaux

  Chapter Two

  Despite the snow swirling around outside, Jenna’s office was beginning to get stuffy and too warm for her to work comfortably. They really should look for a new building, but this one had tradition. It was where her brother and father had practiced law with her. She’d been in this office since she’d passed the bar exam and she couldn’t think of anywhere else she’d ever want to be. She’d suffer through the boiling hot office while the rest of the place was stone cold.

  She looked at the stack of folders on her desk, the brochure all about IVF sitting on top of them. She remembered meeting with the doctor. Their discussion going on longer than she’d planned and the reason for being late for her meeting with Brady.

  “I’m heading out for the day, anything else you need me to do?”

  Her paralegal’s voice, made her jump. Jenna quickly put her arm over the brochure hoping she hadn’t already seen it. Jenna had always been a private person, and the last thing she wanted anyone to know was about her plans to have a baby all by herself.

  “No, Kym, that’s fine,” said Jenna. “I’m going to work later because I have a client stopping by to look over a letter. If you want to head home, that’s great.”

  “Okay, and I have classes until 11:00 a.m. So I probably won’t be in the office until the afternoon.”

  “Take as long as you need. How’s the studying coming along?”

  Kym had decided to pursue a law degree and had started her first courses just a few months ago. Jenna hoped once she passed the bar she could hire her as a practicing attorney and lighten her own workload.

  “So far so good.”

  “Have a good evening. Could you leave the door open? It’s stifling hot in here again.”

  Once Kym was out of sight, Jenna took the brochure and slipped it into her bag just in case anyone else surprised her.

  She looked out to see Wayne Holmes, the other attorney in the practice, she’d hired a year ago. He was also packing up his things for the day. He waved to her on his way out, and she waved back.

  Jenna pulled out her brochure again. If she was going to do this, she had to find a sperm donor. The doctor had suggested a clinic in Missoula or suggested Jenna try and find a male friend who might be willing to donate.

  She’d had two in mind. First, Glen, who’d she’d gone to school. But he’d suddenly found himself the love of his life and Jenna didn’t think his new fiancé would appreciate Jenna sharing some of his sperm.

  Second choice was Simon, who’d gone to law school with her. She’d almost asked him, but one day she’d seen him sitting in a bar picking his nose. There was just something about a guy who did that in public, fathering her offspring, that made her think sperm bank was a better option. There might be some nose pickers who’d made a donation there, but at least she wouldn’t know about it.

  “Hello. Hope I’m not too early.”

  She recognized the deep voice immediately. Damn how many more people were going to sneak up on her like this? Jenna slyly put her elbow on the brochure.

  “Hi Brady. You want to come in and take a seat? I’ll clear my desk here.”

  He stepped inside her office. She smelled a heavenly cologne. It was sort of woody and spicy, and the heat in the room seemed to intensify it. Jenna quickly hid the brochure in her bag, and then slid the files over to the shelf behind her desk.

  Brady took off his coat and gloves, folded them neatly and placed them on the back of the chair. Like he had been the day before, he was impeccably dressed. Dark suit, white shirt, and a blue tie. He sat across the desk from her as she opened up his file and took out the letter she’d drafted earlier that afternoon.

  “If you’d like to take a look at this?”

  He didn’t wear his glasses today. She wondered if he wore contacts. He read through it and handed it back.

  “Nicely worded. Businesslike, yet tells them we’re not going to stand for any delays. I like it.” He pulled out a pen from his jacket’s inside pocket. “You want me to sign it?”

  “No. It might have more effect if I do and let them know you’ve hired counsel for this matter.”

  He put the pen away. “Great idea.”

  “I’m surprised you don’t have a lawyer on hand at your company,” she said.

  “I did, but that was back in Vancouver Island and he didn’t want to move here. He has two small children.”

  “Maybe you could think about hiring Paxton, Paxton and Holmes on a permeant basis.”

  “I might just do that. So who is the other Paxton?”

  “Paxton and Paxton were my father and brother.”

  “Were?”

  Jenna nodded. “My father’s deceased and my brother, well, he no longer practices law.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  Jenna bit her lip. Not something she liked talking about much. “I kept Paxton, Paxton and hired Wayne Holmes who is also an excellent criminal attorney, if you’re ever in need of one.”

  “Hope I never am. So you handle general business and family matters?”

  Jenna nodded. “Yes, pre-nups, adoptions. You name it, I do it.”

  Brady laughed.

  “Hope you’re not thinking Jack of all Trades, Master of None,” said Jenna.

  He crossed his leg. “Wasn’t thinking that at all, but I was thinking about our drinks that are waiting for us at the new tapa bar.”

  “The one on 5th? I’ve heard great things about that.”

  “How about we take my car and I drop you back here for yours?”

  “If it won’t put you out in any way.”

  “Not at all. I have to pass this way back to get home.”

  ****

  Both the food and the company were to his liking. Jenna sat on the bar stool next to him, crossing her legs, causing her black skirt to inch up. She had lovely thighs and knees. He was almost tempted to reach out and squeeze one of them. He had an erection. In fact, he’d had a hard-on for most of the evening. Like an itch in his pants that needed to be scratched. In his pocket he had condoms.

  First time he’d purchased any because up until now he’d only had sex with fellow shifters. Being Mr. Perfection that he was, he’d practiced putting one on. He didn’t want to look inept when he had to do it in front of Jenna. Yes, he was confident it was going to happen. And he needed to be skillful with the rubber so as to not give the game away that he’d never used one and the reason why. Right now she had no idea that a big grizzly bear sat on the stool beside her, and that’s the way he wanted it to stay.

  He glanced down at her thigh again. This time she must have known what he was doing because she pulled the two sides of material together. He hated it when he’d been caught red-handed.

  “I can’t get enough of these marinated olives,” she said, holding one up on a cocktail stick.

  “Everything is excellent. You want another glass of wine?”

  Jenna shook her head. “I have to drive home.”

  “I could always take you.”

  “But then I’d need to call a cab in the morning to take me to work.”

  Or I could stay the night and drive you there myself.

  Good thing she wasn’t a shifter who could read his thoughts.

  “Maybe you’ll allow me to drive you home some other evening.”

  “Maybe,” she said. She looked at him over the rim of the wine glass. If he didn’t know better he’d say she was flirting with him.

  “How about another round of tapas?” asked Brady.

  She patted her stomach. “I really couldn’t. It’s amazing how quickly these bite size morsels fill you up.”

  It was true. He hadn’t eaten anything before coming here but he, too, had just about devoured his limit.

  “I’ll just pay the bill and then I’ll drive you back to the office.”

  He paid the bartender and helped Jenna down from the stool. It was snowing when they got outside. Jenna pulled her coat collar up and shivered.

  “Something I have
to get use to this winter,” said Brady, opening the car door for her.

  “So you’re not from around these parts?”

  “I spent some time here, but then went to work on Vancouver Island.”

  “Are you back permanently?” she asked as he got into the car.

  “I’m not sure. It depends on how the construction goes. Although, I did just purchase a house here so maybe that means I already am.” He started the ignition and put the heater on high.

  “This is a gorgeous car,” said Jenna, running her hands over the leather seat.

  Brady had a sudden image of her doing the same thing to his body. His cock pulsed a steady beat against his boxers. Jenna was aroused, too. He could smell the sweet fragrance rising up from her panties. He hoped she was reacting to him and not the plush leather interior of his car.

  He knew what he was going to do next. He wasn’t sure if she’d slap his face or demand he stop. She’d probably walk the rest of the way which wouldn’t be much fun in this weather. But he was going to touch her.

  Brady reached across and rested his hand on top of hers. He didn’t look at her, but instead kept his eyes on the road ahead. She didn’t say anything and didn’t move for at least a few seconds. Brady wondered what she was thinking, and what she was planning on doing next.

  Then he got his answer. She slipped her hand out from underneath his and rested it on his thigh. Jenna squeezed it, making him harder than he already was. They were almost back at her office. In fact, he was about to turn into the parking lot.

  She removed her hand and he turned to look at her. Neither of them said a word.

  “You want to come up to my office?” she finally asked.

  Did he ever.

  Chapter Three

  She’d never done this with a client before. Never been so brazen with a man before. She wasn’t the sort of woman who had sex on the first date. Not even the second or third one. However, there was something about Brady Walsh that made all her past barriers and sensibilities go out the window. He was handsome, rich, exciting, self-assured and, yes, there was something about him that made her want to do a wild thing.

  Practical Jenna would have calmed the impulse and waited until she got to know him better, much better, but this other Jenna didn’t want to play by her usual rules. This time she was listening to her body and not her mind. Her pussy need to be satisfied, period.

  Jenna was all fingers and thumbs when it came time to opening the office door. She knew what was going to happen once they crossed its threshold. There’d be no going back. The keys slipped through her hands and fell to the floor.

  “Here let me,” said Brady.

  The keys looked so miniscule in his hands as he scooped them up and placed the key with the red top, back into the lock.

  Click.

  Brady pushed the door open. “After you.”

  Her legs shook. Apprehension and self-doubt took over. She hadn’t been with a lot of men. She guessed Brady had been with lots of women. What if she didn’t excite him?

  “Let’s go through to my office,” she said, trying her best to push thoughts of why this wasn’t a good idea out of her brain.

  Her office. The corner office. The one that was overly hot and got the afternoon sun. The one that had been her father’s office. The one that would have been David’s had he survived the attack all in one piece.

  She opted not to put the overhead lights on, but walked to her desk. Yes, she knew the exact path and how many steps she needed to take to make it to the desk without bumping into anything. She snapped on the green banker light, and turned around. Brady had already taken off his coat.

  Jenna took off hers and laid it on her chair. They looked at one another and then he took two large strides over to her. He pulled her into his body. His erection stabbed at her belly as his lips found hers.

  She’d already guessed he’d be a great kisser, and she hadn’t been wrong. His mouth, just like him, had a demanding way about it. Something about how his lips meeting with hers and insisting, no demanding, that she open her mouth for him. His tongue slipped over her lips, making itself at home like an invading warrior who wanted to divide and conquer.

  He ran his hands up her back and then down on her butt, grinding himself into her some more, and make her panties wet to the point of being uncomfortable. She hoped he’d get her out of them very soon. Brady pulled his mouth away from her. He looked her in the eye and wiped away a stray piece of hair that was stuck to her cheek.

  “You’re so beautiful and sexy,” he whispered. Even his low voice was deep and had a certain demanding nature about it.

  No one had called her beautiful before. Was it true, or did he say that to all the women whose panties he was about to get into?

  And as for sexy. She tried to be that when she was in her twenties.

  He put his hands under her jacket and gently glided it over her shoulders and down her arms.

  “Sometimes I like to undress my lover. Sometimes I like to them to undress for me.”

  She creamed just hearing him say that, and the tone of his voice made her legs quiver. So alpha with a tinge of bossy.

  The jacket was off in no time. He turned around so the edge of her butt perched on the side of the desk. The buttons on her blouse were the next to get his attention.

  Pop, pop, pop. He opened them with efficiency and haste, and soon her shirt sides were lying on either side of her rib cage, exposing her bra.

  He kissed the top of her breasts and, put his hands behind her back.

  Snap. He’d undone her bra. He pulled the straps forward, and she was topless.

  Was has staring at her boobs, or was he studying them? He put a hand over each one and squeezed. Even as big as her breasts were, his hands barely covered them. His soft skin grazed her nipples making them harden and want to be pampered.

  Brady rolled them, giving each one just a slight tug that made a gush of her juices slide from her. Her panties were so saturated she doubted they could absorb another ounce of liquid. He massaged her breasts, slowly inching downward to her thighs.

  “I hate pantyhose. I’d make law that they should be banned.”

  “They keep my legs warm,” said Jenna. He lifted one of her legs up while reaching for the scissors in the carousel on her desk.

  Was he about to do what she thought he was?

  “I like stockings and garters because they give this bear easy access to my woman’s pussy.”

  Had he just referred to himself as a bear? Now as she thought of it, he did remind her of a big cuddly bear. He put the tip of the scissors close to her ankle bone and made a little incision. Next, the coldness of the scissors made fits way up her inner leg. The metal trailed her skin as he cut away the hose.

  Snip, snip, snip. He took the pantyhose off her legs, holding up the shreds and letting them fall to the ground. He unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the ground. All that stood between them were her panties. Jenna leaned back against the table as Brady put his hands on top of her underwear.

  Rip, rip, rip.

  The panties, like the pantyhose were in shreds.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll replace them. With sexier ones that are more to my liking.”

  He pushed her back, setting her butt on the very edge of the table. What would her father think of her naked bottom being on his table? His daughter about to the do the wild thing with a man, a client, she barely knew, and who thought of himself as a bear.

  Yeah, a bear of all things. Something that her father hunted down and killed.

  Brady let his hands roam over her curls. He seemed so fascinated by them, almost like he was exploring them. She was glad he wasn’t one of the guys who like a Brazilian, because that wasn’t for her.

  He nudged her thighs apart while putting his nose in the air and groaning.

  She’d never heard a guy do that before. But this wasn’t just her average guy. Before she knew it, his index finger was circling her hole and shortly after, h
is middle digit dipped inside her while his thumb rested on her clit.

  Was he going to do the double delight, as some her college friends had called it? Guys who did that got an automatic ten. Jenna had never been fortunate enough to award any man a number that high.

  She felt conscious and almost silly as she waved her knees back and forth as he pressed on her clit and used his middle finger to tickle her pussy wall, but it just felt so good. It almost tickled, hence the leg flapping, as she leaned back on the desk and let him go to work on her.

  Jenna squeezed her legs, trapping his arm as she came first in her clit, and then in her pussy. He kissed her while his finger was still buried deep inside. She dragged her lips over his. She hoped he had condoms because she didn’t.

  Brady stepped away. He took off his suit jacket and set it on the chair.

  “You have a beautiful pussy. It’s tight and hot and just how I like them.”

  “Glad to hear that,” said Jenna. She reached out for his belt and began to unbuckle it, pulling it through the loop. His erection strained against his pants. She couldn’t wait any longer. She needed a preview of what was to come. Jenna slipped her hand down over his zipper and put her hand over his cock.

  That couldn’t be for real. No guy could be this big. She swallowed.

  “Like what you feel?” he asked, jarring her out of her thought.

  “I do.”

  I’m just a little scared it’s not going to fit.

  He unzipped his pants, grabbed her hand and pushed it into the slit of his boxers. His dick pulsed against her palm. It was smooth and hot.

  Brady loosened his pants. She guessed he was going to take them off so she removed her hand and in one easy maneuver, the pants and boxers were on the floor. Jenna swallowed. She hadn’t been imagining things. He was very well blessed where it mattered the most.

  “Do you have a condom?” she asked.

  “Just like in my business dealings, I’m always fully prepared.”

  He took out a foil package from his shirt pocket. Did they even make condoms for guys this big? She’d find out shortly. Jenna undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling away the two sides to reveal a muscular chest that she was almost tempted to lick.