Cabin Bear Heat Box Set: A Paranormal Fantasy Bear Shifter Romance (A Bear Shifter Romance Retelling of the Billionaire Redemption Series Book 2)

by Love-Wins, Bella

  She leaned forward again, gingerly scooting down the bed to kneel at his feet. His cock bobbed erect before her face. Abby licked her lips and seemed to float forward toward him. She was as eager as he was.

  Andrew placed her hands on his cock. With his fingers entwined with hers, he stroked his length. At first, he moved slowly, letting her feel every inch of his deep-seated hunger and desire for her. He picked up the pace and moved faster. He taught her with his hands how tightly he wanted her to squeeze, and how fast he needed her to stroke. She was a quick learner. He rejoiced at her aptitude for pleasing him.

  Letting go of her hands, he allowed her the freedom to explore. She continued as he had shown her. He ran his fingers through her hair, loving the feeling of her silky strands slipping between his hands. He got lost in the sensation.

  One of her hands moved under his cock and between his legs. She cupped his balls and kneaded them softly. It was more of her wicked, fantastic torture. He groaned at her touch, thrilled with her enthusiasm.

  When, at long last, she wrapped her lips around the tip and licked in a circular motion, he grabbed her hair and held her still.

  “Andrew?”

  “I’m going to come, Abby. Taste me, suck me, do whatever you want. But if I pull you off, please…”

  He forgot whatever he was going to say. She had already begun to lower her mouth over his cock. Her tongue worked feverishly, licking and tasting every inch of him. She tightened her cheeks and sucked him hard. Harder than he thought was possible. He loved it. She relaxed her jaw to take in more of him. Soon he had thrust his hips and filled her mouth. He heard her choke a little, so he withdrew. He caught a glimpse of her looking up at him from under her long bangs. She winked at him, then took him in completely and swiftly. Sucking and bobbing her head on his length, she had him digging his nails into her hair. It must have hurt, but she made no move to stop him.

  He tugged on her shoulder a little, and pulled himself free. “Get on the bed. I want to come inside you.”

  Abby, God bless her soul, did exactly as he ordered. He climbed up after her, settling between her legs, his thighs between hers, spreading her farther apart. He sifted fingers through her neatly trimmed golden bush, and found her sopping wet. Playing with her for a moment, teasing her, he breathed in deeply to smell her sweet scent of arousal.

  “I want you, Andrew. Please don’t make me wait,” she begged.

  “I…” Andrew quieted. Love you? Did he really? It sure felt that way. He looked at Abby. A tear glistened in the corner of one eye. Her cheeks were flushed, jaw slack, and lips red.

  “Yes.” He answered his own question as he reached in the nightstand drawer for another condom and had it on in no time flat. He palmed her ass and lifted her. Placing his cock at her entrance, he pulled her toward him until his cockhead slipped inside and was seized by her tight, wet inner walls.

  Grabbing her knees on each side of him, he spread her legs and held them aloft. He pulled out again to readjust himself on the sheets, and lowered his head to kiss her stomach.

  “Come inside me now, Andrew. I need you.”

  He was only too willing to comply. Sliding slowly inside, he intensified his thrusts, pounding into her hot pussy. Her head sank into the pillow as she arched off the bed and tightened her fists around his thick forearms, begging for more. She seemed anxious.

  “Abby. You can let go.” He felt her relax, and drove himself harder inside her. He was on the edge, holding back by sheer will, consumed by how she shook her head wildly, hair whipping back and forth across the sheets.

  “I’m coming, Andrew,” she cried out.

  When she came, her scream unleashed his eruption a heartbeat later. He kept up the thrusts so she could enjoy her climax for as long as possible. Her movements eventually stopped. He lowered her legs gently and collapsed on top of her. He kissed her navel tenderly, closing his eyes, relishing every moment, accepting her warm and gentle touch as she passed her palms over his hair until they drifted off.

  Chapter Sixteen

  ANDREW woke up on his back. His body stiffened as grief and sorrow washed over him. He could have sworn he heard his own voice calling Emma’s name. Disoriented and stirred up, he sat upright and looked around. Abby was still asleep, looking so peaceful that it brought him back to what happened overnight. He let out a thankful sigh that she hadn’t heard.

  He wondered how he would have explained calling out another woman’s name while she slept beside him. In fairness, Emma was his beloved wife—his dear dead wife—so that part may not have been too complex to share. Crying out her name with such anguish would have been another thing to explain. He wasn’t ready to go there. It had been two years of daily torment, and the past had no right jeopardizing his future.

  Haven’t I paid enough?

  Maybe Abby was his next chance. He was sure of it. None of this could have been a coincidence. She and her friends showed up, and she had managed to reach in and touch his soul in ways he had never thought possible. Her eyes were so warm, so honest, so therapeutic that she quite possibly had healed him the first time they saw each other. His nightmare needed to end. It was time. He needed to exorcise them from his mind for good. Abby did not ever need to hear them.

  Andrew noticed it was after seven in the morning. The first light was just starting to stream in through the window blinds. He ran his hands through his hair, weighing whether to go back to sleep. That was when he heard Abby stirring beside him.

  “Andrew.” Gold, silken locks tumbled down her shoulders as she slowly sat up. She turned to wrap her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulders.

  “Good morning, Abby.” Her warm welcome easily halted his tormented thoughts. He slipped one arm around her back and pulled her in closer. “How are you feeling? Still tired?”

  “Normally I’m an early riser, but I could use a few more winks. What time is it?”

  “Just after seven. There’s lots of time left to the day, and not much we can do out there.”

  “Is it still snowing?”

  “Let me check.” He pulled away gently and got out of bed, then walked to the windows and pushed aside some of the vertical blinds. He looked out over the lake

  “No.” His heart sank a little. “It looks like it’s stopped.”

  “That’s great,” she said, raising one hand to shade her eyes from the piercing light. “Wow, it’s so bright out there.”

  “It is.” He walked back to stand at the foot of the bed and admired her again.

  “These windows face southwest, so the morning sun is fierce in here. I like it, though.”

  “Maybe I can use some more time in bed.” She laid back and pulled the covers over her, all the way up to her neck.

  “Still sleepy?”

  “I don’t think I said anything about sleeping?” she teased seductively. “Get back in here and I’ll show you.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He quickly got back into his spot beside her, leaned over, and planted a soft but hungry kiss on her tender lips. God, she tasted sublime. His heat level ratcheted up a few notches as Abby pressed her sensuous, naked body on him.

  “Mmmm,” he groaned, wanting nothing more than to slip inside her and take her, as he had done a few hours ago. This time, he wanted to take his time and enjoy all the gifts she was giving. “Let’s have a shower.”

  Abby agreed with her eyes, so he got out of bed and walked around to her side to help her. He held out an arm to support her when she stood up. He was so in the moment, he didn’t notice it was that arm.

  “Did it hurt when this happened?”

  Her soft fingertips began to run the length of his mark with such tenderness, he moaned. He was torn. Every instinct screamed for him to pull his arm away and put some distance between him and Abby. He did not want to revisit this horribly painful part of his past with anyone. Admitting he was a shifter to her was one thing. It was even easier, with her admission about her father. Telling her precisely how it h
appened was a complete other thing. He was not ready for that.

  For some reason, he was frozen in place. Her touch was like the kindest animal whisperer. She had sung this injured beast into an enchanting trance. It was a trance that mesmerized said beast to the point that all it could do was leave its raw paw in her hands to remove whatever was causing it pain. There was no doubt in his mind that she had picked the right profession.

  He stared at her, unable to answer in his bewitched state. She leaned down to his arm and kissed his wrist so softly. He accepted her kisses as they trailed slowly and gently up the mark until she got to his biceps. When she did, her eyes sought his. He didn’t even feel the single tear when it rolled down his cheek. As it cooled near his jaw, he brushed it away with his other hand.

  Abby took both his arms and wrapped them around her waist, pressing herself to him as though telling him everything would be all right. Her head rested on his chest and she hugged him with such genuine warmth, all he could do was bask. After a few long, but vital minutes, she looked up at him.

  “Let’s have that shower,” she said, attempting to turn on her good foot and lead him to his bathroom.

  His brain and his body finally kicked into action. He swooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the bathroom.

  “I’d like to try walking sometime,” she joked, nibbling on his ear, driving him close to the edge again.

  “You don’t like this?” he asked.

  “No. I mean yes, I like it,” she answered, flustered but smiling. “I’m just trying not to get too used to it. Otherwise my first splurge purchase one day may be for a Man Friday.”

  He couldn’t help but laugh. “I’d be the first one to apply. I would have to crush the other applicants so there’s no competition.”

  “Then you’re hired.”

  He lowered her carefully at the doorway, and she limped into the room ahead of him. She let him pass to turn the water on in the shower. Its tiles were flush with the floor, so it was easy for Abby to maneuver inside on her own. He wished he had let her stay in his room from the night they first kissed. It would have been safer for her, not to mention highly pleasurable for them both.

  She reached for his body wash and loofa sponge. “God, I needed this,” she moaned, pouring soap into the sponge and rubbing it across her chest.

  “I’ll wash your back.”

  “Yes, please.”

  He took the sponge, captivated by the hot water cascading down her back. Ever since he had become a shifter, moving water fascinated him. Now that he had confirmation he was not the only one of his kind, he was curious about whether that was common across the bear shifters.

  Leaning into the spray, Abby lifted her hair and let the water wash the soap buds down her body until they swirled and disappeared down the drain. Andrew dropped the loofa sponge and wrapped his hands around her waist, almost picking her up to turn her gently in the spray.

  “I thought you were going to wash my back?”

  “I can’t. Not now.” He flicked his gaze down, and she followed his glance. His cock stood erect from his dark bush of hair, pointing directly at her.

  “Mmmm. I guess we can change those plans.”

  She smiled softly. Her lips rose up at the corners, and then she did the most amazing thing. Abby held on to his hands, knelt slowly in the stall and took him in her mouth. The water struck his chest and rolled down his abdomen, pooling and dripping down his shaft, and Abby worked as hard as possible to suck him dry.

  He ran his hands over her silky hair and cupped the back of her head, slowing her down. Looking up from under her lashes, she let his cock pop free of her mouth. Taking it in both hands, she stroked him hard and fast, from tip to base. He groaned, clutching her head harder. Sticking out her tongue, she lapped the dripping water from his tip. She eased her tongue over the head and flicked the nerves there, testing his willpower.

  “Oh God,” he muttered.

  She spread her lips, gripped the base of his cock, and held him steady as she once again took him deep down her throat. Again and again, she pushed the limits of his control. He was ready to explode, balls drawn up tight and purple with the effort to hold his passion in.

  Finally—all too soon and yet way past due—she released him and took his hands again to stand. Pressing her breasts to his chest, she tiptoed on her good leg and kissed him hard. He could almost taste himself in her mouth. She had one arm wrapped around his neck, teasing the hairs along his nape. The other, she wrapped around his waist. Reaching down, she grabbed his ass and pulled him tight against her. His hardness was trapped between their bodies. He wanted to move, to slide into her, but she held him too closely.

  Andrew kissed her back; their tongues wrestling, dueling for supremacy. She didn’t seem ready to let him take over. She was directing this sensual interlude, and he was happy to go along for the ride. Growling, he let her have her way. He opened his mouth and let her explore every inch she desired. His hands rested on her hips, though his fingers flexed as he fought back his growing need.

  Her nails scraped down his bare back and then up. His body reacted with a pure, primal reply. He took her hands and pulled away from her, supporting her stance so she wouldn’t trip backwards or slip on the tile. He was ready to take back the reins, but only to please her, body and soul.

  “Hold on to the safety bar,” he instructed, moving behind her.

  She did.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She did.

  “Tell me what you want me to do, Abby.”

  She sighed. For a second, he feared she wouldn’t play along, then she spoke.

  “Touch my breasts.”

  Andrew did. He had her panting, moaning his name. She pushed her ass back onto him, needy and ready.

  “What else?”

  “Touch my clit.”

  She was whimpering, each word a sob of desire. His hands caressed down her abdomen, reveling in the way her skin shivered and vibrated under his fingertips. At the first touch, he felt her stomach tighten, and heard her moans turn to whimpers. She was incredibly close. Her clit was swollen and erect. He was gentle, circling around and around the bud of flesh. He knew better than to play too much when she was this close.

  “And?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Come inside me, Andrew.”

  He held nothing back. The thought of using protection left the building right along with any rational thinking he had left, and now it was nowhere to be found. Lifting her completely off the ground, he angled his cock between her legs. One, then two strokes along her tight opening and she was keening, head falling back and mouth open.

  Tilting his hips, he slipped through her folds and entered her one inch at a time. Her muscles tightened on his cock. Withdrawing, he pushed in again. Another inch. Withdrew. In. Out. In. Out. Inch by inch, he pierced her opening. He filled her core and captured her heart. At least, he hoped so. God knew he was already a goner. This woman, without his permission or any planning of his own, had become the most important person in his life. She was his life.

  He lowered her slowly until her feet touched the floor. Going with the moment, he sat on the warm, wet floor of the shower, and gently pulled her down to sit facing him on his lap. He filled his palms with her breasts, and kissed her shoulder and neck.

  “Ride me, Abby. Find your pleasure.”

  She rose on his lap, folding her knees beside his legs. Without shame, lost in sensations, she bounced up and down on his cock. She took her pleasure from him, and he just followed her on her journey. She got to an erratic, speedy pace, half the time barely moving her body except for her undulating pelvis. It seemed that she had no idea how to find her own release in this position.

  He lowered his hands to slow her, lifted her from his shaft, and held her suspended above him. With three long strokes, he filled her completely and withdrew, leaving her empty. Upon melding their bodies, joining their futures, a fourth time, he hadn’t prepared himself for the scream
she let out. Her orgasm tore wildly through her body. He hugged her close, and impaled himself deep inside her quivering walls a few more times, letting her slowly come down from her peak just as he let go of his own release. Erupting within her warm channel, he lifted her face toward him and kissed her lips.

  Chapter Seventeen

  ABBY opened her eyes slowly. She blinked a few times to get used to the light in her room. She couldn’t believe she was able to go back to sleep after Andrew dried her off in the shower and took her back into her guest room. He had the presence of mind to return her to her room before any of the others came down to look for her.

  Or was there another reason?

  She was not sure, but for the moment, was not too worried about it. Not after that incredible night in his bed. She didn’t care if he turned into an ogre by day if she could experience more nights like that. In any case, being back in her room allowed her to get some extra winks.

  “God, did that really happen?” she whispered, half smiling, half bug-eyed in disbelief.

  Abby looked at the time. It was already past noon. Through her door, she heard muffled sounds of her friends. Everyone was up and about. She looked toward the door, and jackknifed into a seated position to get her bearings. Andrew was right about taking her back to her room. The clothes Ruth had washed for her was folded neatly on the chair closest to the door.

  Abby smiled, wondering what Ruth might have thought, had she not been sleeping soundly in the room when she placed the clothes there. Not that it mattered. Abby was single. They were all adults. Still, she liked not having to answer to anyone or explaining her actions. She slept with the good Samaritan—maybe he was the man of her dreams—and it was nobody’s business.

  Oh, and how thrilling an event it was. She had never felt a man do such wondrous things to her body and mind. Her heart could stop just from his touch. Above all, she loved how much he freed her from any prior boundaries she may have had with lovemaking.

  Or maybe he’s the one?

  Abby let out a teenage-sounding, lovesick sigh at the thought, then stood up to get dressed. She weighed whether to have another shower, but thought better of it. Her fingers were still pruned up from the last one. It would probably go on her record for most exhilarating, longest, and wildest shower. Ever.