by T. Massey
“Yes.”
The wedding had to be soon considering their situation. Planning had to be cut to within a few months so that Imani could fit into a dress without a bulge (she had insisted that she wanted it before people could tell she was pregnant). The main problem was Richard’s mother, who made it known that she wasn’t supportive of their union. Due to her position in the government, Richard’s mother couldn’t speak outwardly about the situation. However, both Imani and Richard knew that she had some sort of resentment towards Imani, not to mention it seemed as if she found the fact that they were marrying so quickly to be highly suspicious. Richard refused to tell her anything since he couldn’t see his mother the same after learning that she didn’t practice what she preached. Imani was just glad Richard took her side and didn’t give into his mother’s pressure (which she was sure he felt).
“I’m not sure about this…” Imani trailed off.
“Babe?” Richard questioned, worry dominating his face.
Imani stood in the dressing room gazing at her own figure. The wedding was to be in two weeks and her stomach was starting to show signs of the life growing inside her. Her face grimaced at the sight of herself, she felt worry ripple through her.
“I’m not sure,” Imani said, opening the door to gaze at Richard.
His mouth fell wide open.
“You look beautiful,” Richard commented but his smile faltered once he saw the frown on Imani’s face. “What do you mean you’re not sure?” he asked.
“About this,” Imani gestured to the dress. “Is this the right thing to do? We’re essentially doing a shotgun wedding because of the baby,” she said.
“It’s more than just about the baby,” Richard said, “you know that.”
“No, I don’t,” Imani said in an irritated tone. “I don’t know what this is about.”
“It’s about us!” Richard said a little louder. “It’s about the fact that we’ve been dating on and off for two years and keep coming back to each other!”
“Richard…” Imani trailed off “I just…”
“Imani. I love you,” Richard said while he grabbed both of Imani’s hands in his own. “And I’m sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you. The baby just pushed me to propose before I was ready and prepared.”
“Richard…” Imani said as a tear ran down her face. “Your mother…”
“Don’t worry about her, she won’t even be at the wedding,” Richard said in a comforting tone while wiping at Imani’s stray tear.
They smiled at each other before Richard pulled Imani into a hug.
“Don’t forget that I love you,” said Richard.
“And I love you too,” Imani replied.
Richard pulled away and looked at Imani.
“Will you still marry me, Imani?” he asked.
“Yes,” Imani replied. “I’ll be your bride.”
“And I’ll be your groom,” Richard added.
Richard looked down at Imani, she looked so beautiful in white… It might be considered bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding but he thinks the gods of luck might forgive him just this once. Bending down, Richard kissed Imani’s full lips; they were so soft against his own. Richard couldn’t help the swell of happiness that overcame him at the contact.
Imani kissed Richard back. She pushed against his lips with her own then licked his lower lip, tasting him. Richard kept his arms wrapped tightly around Imani as they continued to solidify their feelings physically.
Imani felt Richard’s hands stray from the small of her back and head lower. He slowly caressed downwards until his hands rested on her bottom and then squeezed.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” Imani sighed out. They hadn’t touched like this in a long time.
Imani guessed that it was because Richard was being very careful around her because he didn’t know how she felt about being sexually active while pregnant. Imani simply didn’t care, so she sighed into his embrace and moaned into his mouth.
“Imani…” Richard whispered. He grabbed at her bottom more aggressively now, kneading the flesh and pulling her hips towards his own. Imani stepped back as Richard stepped forward until they were back in her small dressing room, closing the door behind them.
Imani fell backwards onto the small couch in the stall. Richard immediately fell to his knees in front of her.
“May I?” he asked, a hand already snaking up Imani’s thigh.
“Yes,” Imani replied, almost too loud.
Imani could already feel her panties getting soaked from her excitement. Richard quickly dove underneath the large white dress Imani still had on. He parted all the fluff until he was between Imani’s dark brown thighs. He grabbed at the top hem of her panties with his teeth and pulled. Imani lifted her hips which allowed her underwear to slide down her thighs and calves until Richard threw it across the dressing room with his mouth.
Richard returned underneath the dress to where Imani’s legs were now fully spread. He could see the thick dark hair there as well as the way her hole throbbed. Richard knew that Imani must be immensely turned on for it to be like this. He breathed in deeply, taking in her familiar scent before moving closer.
Soon Richard’s face was right next to Imani’s labia. Richard placed the flat of his tongue and licked long and languid stroke up her slit. Imani felt a moan rumble in her chest but placed her hand over her mouth in an attempt to silence it. Richard continued his ministrations, paying careful attention to tongue Imani’s clitoris at just the right angle. As he lowered himself for another stroke though, he began to insert his oral muscle in between her lips and into her vaginal canal. Imani felt the intrusion and couldn’t help but lightly buck her hips up in tandem with Richard’s movements. He pushed his tongue in and out, in and out, until his face was completely covered in Imani’s lubrication and his own spit.
Richard went back to Imani’s clitoris which made her exhale in pleasure, the hot wet pressure on her sensitive nub was almost enough to make her come. He tongued the little piece of flesh hard until Imani’s hands were on the back of his head, pushing him closer to her. Imani began to thrust her hips in rhythm with Richard’s licking. Arching her back now and sweating she began to chant Richard’s name.
“Richard, Richard,” she called, “Richard!”
Richard didn’t dare stop; he knew this meant that she was close. He focused on keeping pressure on her clitoris and grabbed tight onto her thighs to ground himself.
“I’m going to come!” she whispered, her thighs now trembling and her hands pushing Richard painfully close to her hips. A wash of lubrication came out as Imani’s vagina throbbed through her orgasm.
As she fought to catch her breath, Richard kissed Imani everywhere, her labia, her thighs, her calves, the tops of her feet. As he emerged from underneath her dress he smiled up at her mischievously.
“Did you come hard?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Imani answered breathlessly, closing her eyes. “That was amazing.”
Richard hummed in agreement.
“I am pretty good aren’t I?” he joked. Imani would have laughed but she was still too out of breath to do so. Only after a few minutes did she speak,
“Your turn.”
“You don’t have to,” said Richard.
“Oh but I want to,” Imani answered, a mischievous look appearing on her features.
Imani switched with Richard and forced him to sit on the dressing room’s couch. There, she undid his belt and pants, revealing the hard on he was hiding while eating Imani out.
“Someone’s excited,” Imani commented.
“Just for you,” Richard replied.
Imani reached down and grabbed at the hard member, jerking it softly. She was gentle in her movements, making sure that Richard was enjoying it. Lowering her head down, she kissed the tip light and gentle, then began to lick experimentally. Imani moaned as she began to take Richard into her mouth.
She was careful to keep her mouth wide and welcoming, keeping her teeth clear of the sensitive flesh.
Imani thrusted Richard in and out of her mouth; she used her hand to please the flesh that she was unable to take into her mouth. In and out, in and out she went. Imani began to move her tongue left and right along the bottom of Richard’s flesh, which earned her a moan from her partner.
“Imani…” Richard called out. He moaned under his breath, they were still in a public place.
Imani reached out with her other hand and grabbed at Richard’s other flesh, playing with the soft skin and testing the weight of it in her hand.
“Imani… Imani…” Richard moaned. “Imani, I’m close,” Richard said.
Imani moaned around Richard. She wanted him to orgasm in her mouth so she continued on.
“Imani… if you do that you’ll get me in your mouth,” Richard said.
Imani hummed in agreement which sent Richard over the edge. He moaned quietly as he came. Imani pulled back, swallowing the bitter liquid that was now in her mouth.
“Imani…” Richard called out. He smiled at her with a dazed look. Imani smiled back.
Chapter 4 – The Wedding
The big day came sooner than they both anticipated. Imani was clad in white and preparing herself to walk down that aisle with that little life in her belly, worries about Richard’s mother was put on the back burner as Imani attempted to enjoy her day.
The ceremony was absolutely stunning, held in an old cathedral in downtown amidst the old buildings that have been restored over the years. As the organ began to ring out the marching tune, Imani walked down the aisle. She was followed by her high school friends and Richard’s own buddies. Her white train trailed behind her as she gracefully made her way up to the altar where Richard was standing.
Together they stood, sat, and knelt during mass until finally it was the time for their vows.
“I, Richard, wish to give you the best home possible. I want to create a place where we can live safely and raise children. I promise to support you and love you whether or not you are able to do the same for me,” Richard said as he looked into Imani’s eyes. “I want to be that shoulder you lean on when you are weak or are having a hard time. No matter what, you are my number one and I will always be there for you.”
“I, Imani, will love and care for you for as long as I am able. I will do my best to help create a home together, a place where we can eat and sleep in peace without fear of persecution. I hope that together we can live a long, happy, and fulfilling life,” Imani said.
They looked into each other’s eyes and knew that they had found something special in the other. Imani felt her worry dissipating as memories of Richard and she on Spot flooded her mind. She thought of all the dates and talks they had, the flowers, the chocolates, the sweet letters, and it filled her heart with warmth that she hadn’t known before.
“I OBJECT,” a loud voice boomed across the beautiful cathedral.
“Mother!” Richard exclaimed.
Mrs. Gerard stood at the cathedral entrance puffing and red faced. Mr. Gerard stood up quickly from his seat at the front to go and stop whatever was about to happen.
“Oh no you don’t you little two-bit! Richard! Why don’t you marry a nice girl like that Nicole or Brittany that I had introduced? You know that this girl will only bring you trouble!” Mrs. Gerard yelled over the whispering congregation. Gossip began to spread. Harsh rumors of what Mrs. Gerard was really like under the hardy exterior of a government official.
Mr. Gerard grabbed Mrs. Gerard’s elbow and harshly whispered at her to leave.
“RICHARD!” she screamed.
“I love her!” Richard proclaimed. “I love her, Mother. And just because you think that she isn’t good enough doesn’t mean that she is. She is more than good enough; she’s too good for me.”
Mrs. Gerard looked speechless and shocked. Mr. Gerard finally succeeded in dragging her away, leaving the congregation whooping and cheering. The minister cleared his throat loudly and calmed the group of people in front of him. Gesturing at Richard and Imani, he finally said those important words:
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
ROMANCE
The Bear's Unplanned Baby
Table of Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1 – Complication
Chapter 2 – Conception
Chapter 3 – Induction
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Introduction
Quinn Hunter is in trouble. Barefoot and pregnant in a town that forbids all but the most violent contact between clans, she finds herself the expecting mother to a cub that should have never been conceived. Born into the tribe of Black werebears that founded her Montana town, a night of passion with bartender Rory-maddeningly sexy, infuriatingly hot-and-cold, and belonging irrevocably to the outsider Grizzly clan that descended upon the town decades ago-lands the young were in more trouble than she is equipped to deal with.
So Quinn takes the only course of action available to her-she flees. She packs up and moves into her family's isolated mountain cabin, determined to see her secret pregnancy to term, but can she come to terms with the desperate yearnings of her own heart? And when an unexpected visitor comes calling one stormy evening, can she overlook her own prejudice long enough to let him through the door?
Like a bear to honey, Quinn knows she can't resist the teasing smile and melt-worthy eyes of Rory Fletcher for long. They've been in trouble together before, and maybe-just maybe-their unusual alliance will be the key to ending the brutal feud between clans once and for all.
Chapter 1 – Complication
She woke to a nauseous feeling Saturday morning. Quinn Hunter swung her legs out of bed, before halting all other activity. She raised a hand to her mouth, dark eyes gazing at the floor considering, before her stomach gave a lurch, and she was bolting across her apartment to the bathroom.
She knelt before the toilet bowl in the aftermath, shaking hands parting and pushing back her thick chestnut hair continuously, as if it was some sort of ritual. She stood eventually and flushed, before moving to consider her reflection in the mirror. Her face, round and youthful-looking, even into early adulthood, appeared fuller than usual. There were dark circles beneath her wide set eyes that she would need to
cover with makeup before she went out.
She reached beneath her shirt to cup her breasts. They felt heavier than usual, and when she had disrobed this past week they had looked fuller and rounder, like her face.
And, of course, she was late.
The barroom of the lodge was packed when Quinn slipped in through the front door one afternoon a week later, but this wasn't unusual. The Great Bear Lodge, despite offering accommodations to the occasional trucker and tourist that trickled in, the lodge was the main place that the locals preferred to converge.
She walked to the bar virtually unnoticed and slipped into her usual stool. Any person, visitor or local, could see that the room was clearly divided down the middle: on the left side, the side of the invisible line that Quinn sat on, smaller, darker-haired families milled about, conversing and laughing. There were a few juveniles running underfoot, and more than a few poker hands that looked to be well underway. Above the framed photographs of the town's oldest families that lined the wall was the mounted, moldering head of a black bear.
On the right side of the barroom, the mood shifted. Thick-set men and women smoked cigars and shot pool; there was a storm coming, but none of them looked dressed or even passingly concerned for the weather. Aside from sizeable claw marks raked into the wooden planks of the wall, the right side of the room bore no decorations save for the mounted head of a grizzly bear.
Thus were the lines drawn in Quinn's town.
The barroom was the no-man's land in an age-old dispute, and the bar itself was Switzerland. Quinn preferred it there for a lot of reasons.
"Hey Quinn. Haven't seen you around in a while."
