As he ran, Ben was hunching down to the ground. By the time his hands hit the grass, his hind legs were gone, replaced by massive haunches covered in dark fur. Layla heard the rip of his clothes as they came away in scraps, and with every glance she managed, she saw more of the beast emerging from within the man. Soon he was growing in size, his weight shaking the ground beside her with every thump of his paws. Ben was as tall as Layla, even running on all fours, and his proud, strong form was faster than she was.
Soon, Ben’s bear form left her in the darkness, and all she could do was follow the sound of broken branches ahead. He was smashing a path through the forest for her to follow, and she knew she couldn’t let him down. She had a chance to be part of something good, to not turn away from the violence at her window. To do what her dad had never quite managed. And though she was afraid, Layla knew that she had to keep running.
By the time she reached the clearing where Ben’s path of broken branches ended, the battle between Clan Best and Clan Reed was already in full swing. She saw the werecats for what they really were then, sleek beasts about half the size of lions. They were spotted and striped in varying patterns, gold and silver hues mixing with black fur. There was one, however, that was pure silver, right in the center of the pack. He had to be Si Reed, and he was the snarling creature who guarded three small children behind him. The children had not yet come to harm, but they were huddled and crying as they witnessed the battle before them.
Four huge bears growled and snapped at the wild cats. The cats outnumbered them almost three to one, but the size of the Best bears helped them to fend off the felines’ calculated attacks. Huge paws swept out to smack the cats down, and one had even been knocked out cold by the force of the blow. Layla felt her stomach shiver as she scanned the bears, looking for Ben. She thought he had to be the darkest one, with the fur that was almost black, and there was a moment among his defensive snapping when he looked up and found her eyes. She knew then that she was right.
Layla nodded towards the silver cat guarding the kids. Ben couldn’t not express any kind of agreement, but Layla saw him starting to push forward against the cats who were keeping him back. She was busy watching him, and that was her biggest mistake. No sooner than she had taken her eyes off Si Reed, the werecat had begun to prowl towards her. He screeched and howled, suddenly only six feet away, and Layla tried to retreat back into the trees at once.
But Si could leap. He leaped like he’d leaped from that restaurant straight into the lake, all grace and precision. Layla felt the deep sting of a claw stabbing into her shoulder, and a moment later his weight pushed her down to the ground. She looked into the cat’s eyes, into that predatory stare Si had given her when they met at the dinner table. He was present. He knew exactly what he was about to do.
As his claws retracted and then pushed in for another stab, there was a sickening crunch of bone and flesh. Layla’s eyes shut in shock, and she only opened them again when she felt the weight of the cat lifting off her body. As she lay on the ground, she looked up to the awesome sight of Ben on his hind legs. In his massive jaw, he held Si by the neck. Blood was running into his silver fur, and Ben ragged on him and suddenly flung him against a nearby tree. The silver cat’s body hit the trunk with a sickly thump, and there it was perfectly still.
Layla struggled to her feet, clutching her bleeding shoulder. She saw the children watching her, amazed and terrified, and she knew what she had to do. Ben had already surged back into the fight, teaching the rest of Clan Reed a great and terrible lesson. Layla rushed for the children, hoping that Brent was already nearing the forest’s edge with his car.
Two weeks later.
“Well, we finally had that date,” Ben said cheerily.
His warm grip clasped Layla’s hand as they entered her suite at the Old Spring Lodge. It was a sunny afternoon, and they had just been for lunch at the Lakeside Grill. Warm air filled the living room and there was a crisp azure sky outside the window. Layla walked to it at once, looking out into the forest. A moment later, she felt Ben’s breath on her neck. He kissed her ear very gently.
“Mmm,” Layla moaned. “It feels like the date’s not over.”
She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, toying with the hairs at his nape. His golden eyes were shining with desire as Layla leaned in for a kiss. As always, she had to tease his lips with her tongue to get him to open them. Ben groaned as their tongues connected, his hands slipping down to caress the small of Layla’s back. She could feel the wave of heat and excitement coming off him, and this time, she wouldn’t let him go.
“Come on,” she urged in a whisper. “You’ve been a gentlemen for long enough. Stay now. My shoulder’s healed, and so are your bruises. Let’s be closer.”
Ben’s grin surfaced. He was wonderful when he grinned, and seeing it made Layla feel as though she had broken through the seriousness that he put up against the world.
“It’s the middle of the afternoon,” he protested, but not with any great persuasion.
He wanted her, and she knew that he was going to stay.
“Natural sunlight,” she mused with a silky voice. “I can’t think of a better way to see your gorgeous body.”
She began to undress him. Ben was nervous at first, but when Layla began to kiss every inch of his chest as she exposed it, he relaxed into her control. He twisted away from the window to lean against the wall, letting Layla remove his shirt and then his belt. When she crouched to begin unzipping his pants, Ben’s breathing hitched. She felt his powerful legs shaking as she pulled his trouser legs down, revealing a pair of black boxers that were already straining to contain the erection inside.
Layla teased his hard-on with a feather-light touch, stroking him through the cotton. Ben gave a groan that was deep and echoing. He looked down at Layla, his dimple glowing as his grin pushed it into full view. He reached out and stroked her cheek.
“God, I’m so glad we met,” he murmured, “even if it was through all this… you know.”
His boxers came away with a tug, and Ben gasped. Layla watched his cock spring out, proud and ready. She let her hand slide along it, feeling the thick, throbbing shaft.
“Don’t you dare talk about the past now,” she demanded. “Everyone’s healed up fine. I’ve been hanging onto my past for years, and you’ve helped me to move on. This is us now, Ben. This is our future.”
She kissed the very tip of his erection, and Ben shuddered. To Layla’s surprise, however, he began to step forward, kicking his discarded clothes away. He offered Layla his hands and she got up, pulled at once into a deep and delving kiss. She reached down to stroke and tease Ben again as they made out, but soon she realized he was trying to get her out of her dress. Layla stepped back from their passionate embrace, and unzipped her bright summery dress from the back. It fell to the ground, leaving her standing in her white bra and panties.
“Show me,” Ben asked.
She took the bra off first, feeling the warm summer air caress her breasts. When her panties came down, she could already feel how wet and warm she’d grown from Ben’s touch and his kiss. They stood for a moment, watching each other’s bodies, then a wicked grin grew on Layla’s face.
“Catch me, slowpoke,” she teased.
And then she was gone, heading for the bedroom with a giggle. Ben chased her through the living room and swung round the bedroom door just as Layla launched herself onto her soft, huge bed. She wriggled onto her back, breathless with excitement, and in seconds Ben was on top of her and showering her with kisses. She felt his hard-on rubbing against her thighs and the base of her stomach. Her body arched up to rub against Ben’s muscles, craving him desperately.
“You’re never gonna let me forget that you’re a better runner, are you?” Ben asked.
“Nope,” Layla giggled back. “You’ll just have to find something else to be good at.”
Ben gazed down at Layla’s body, then he readjusted his position. He slid into her with o
ne smooth push, and Layla felt her nerves go haywire. He was everything she’d ever wanted in a man, protective and just and sexy as hell. Ben began to thrust with a steady rhythm, his lips finding Layla’s ear again.
“What about this?” he said, half-growling. “Am I good at this?”
“Oh God yes,” Layla told him. Then, after a thoughtful pause, she added: “But I’m still better.”
She took hold of Ben’s hips and rocked him deeper into her body. Her clitoris was burning for contact, and the full penetration helped her to rub herself against him. She guided him through a few thrusts, filled with thrills as he cried out in pleasure. He was pushing deeper, bringing their bodies closer together, until Layla’s legs were wrapped around his back. Her thighs and calves were strong from all that running, and she gave him an extra push every time he went deep.
Soon, the ache inside her grew more desperate, and Layla moaned and cried out for release. Ben’s speed was increasing with every second, his stamina unending. He’d get her there, she knew, and that only made the build-up more glorious. When she reached the edge of her climax, her body gave a sudden shudder. The move caused Ben to let out a hard gasp, and he thrust so fast that he was only a blur in Layla’s vision.
They lost control together, a pair of bodies moving as one.
When he collapsed beside her moments later, Ben’s massive chest rose and fell with the exertion. Layla reached out and put her arm around him, resting her head on his shoulder. She heard his heart as it gradually slowed back to normal, and by the time it was a steady tick-tock, they were both fast asleep. Neither of them woke when Brent returned from a well-deserved Mojito break and stifled his gasp at discovering them. He covered them with a spare blanket though, just so they’d know he’d been suitably creeped out.
Four months later.
“Hey look! Pantyhose!” Ben exclaimed.
“You need to not be so excited every time you see pantyhose,” Layla replied with a chuckle.
She was behind the counter of the Fairhaven General Store, which supplied tourists and campers with anything they’d forgotten to bring from home. Ben was browsing the shelves, and he’d picked up the hose and rattled the box with glee. He brought them over to Layla’s counter, and leaned over the register to kiss her.
“But it’s us,” he said brightly. “It’s how we met. I can’t not buy them.”
“What will you do with them?” Layla challenged wryly. “You only know three women, and Anina, Elise and I have got a plentiful supply already.”
Ben’s grin turned to a mock pout. Layla kissed him again, grateful that there weren’t any customers around to spoil her fun. Ben wandered back to the shelf where the hose was and replaced the box.
“What should I buy then?” he asked. “I ought to buy something. I come in here ten times a day and I never leave with anything but the shop-girl’s lipstick on my neck.”
“That’s no bad thing,” Layla replied.
Something had shifted in her voice, and she left the counter to walk along the shelves of the little store. It was time to have the conversation. Layla looked down at her own cocoa-colored hand, where a bright silver band held a shining diamond on her third finger. She toyed with the ring for a moment, then looked up to find Ben watching her with interest. His thoughtful dimple was firmly in place.
“You know we said we’d get married at Christmas?” she began.
Ben nodded enthusiastically. “Big Christmas wedding, super romantic,” he agreed.
“Well, I’m thinking we ought to bring it forward a little,” Layla explained, “just a month or so.”
“How come, baby?” Ben questioned.
“Well, I’m gonna put on a little weight,” Layla said. She knew she was messing things up, but the actual words that she wanted to say wouldn’t come out. Ben started to laugh.
“You’re intentionally planning to gain weight?” he chuckled. “What, are you gonna weight train or something? ‘Cause, you know I love your muscles, but that might be a bit much.”
Layla groaned, balling her fists. She marched to Ben and took him by the sleeve of his ranger’s uniform, dragging him to the clothing section of the store. Here, on a corner display, there were various shirts, socks and other garments emblazoned with the same slogan: I came to Fairhaven, and now I’m in love.
“You wanna buy something?” Layla said. “This is what you should buy.”
She took a garment from the rack and put it in Ben’s hands. He held the small item in his muscular grip, the soft cotton shifting against his fingers. The garment was a baby gown, newborn size.
“First Dietrich and now me,” Ben mused. “Gram’s gonna have a heart attack.”
“I’m freaking out, babe,” Layla admitted. “Are we gonna be okay as parents?”
He reached out for Layla, pulling her into his arms. The baby gown was still firmly in his grip.
“So long as we love each other, I reckon we’ll do just fine,” Ben replied with a smile.
Kurt
Bear Dating Agency III
by
Becca Fanning
The car pulled up to the edge of the forest, and Stacey McKinley got her first glimpse of the mark. He was tall and broad, with a chest almost twice the width of the man beside her in the car, and he had a floppy mess of wet, blonde hair that he was trying to tame. It was a damnably hot day, the sun beating down on a happy crowd of campers by the lakeside. The damp blonde had just pulled himself out of the water, where he’d been recovering a small dog who could barely paddle. He was returning the dog to its grateful owners, his damp park ranger’s uniform sticking to every curve and bulge of his muscular frame.
He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man Stacey had ever seen.
“Kurt Best,” the man beside her said, flicking through a notebook. “Owing seven thousand dollars, payment date was one month ago.”
Kurt looked happy and cheerful, not the sort of guy who was hiding a considerable debt. Stacey watched him among the crowd, seeing how those campers seemed to idolize him. What did he even need seven grand for? Surely a ranger’s salary in a park as large as Fairhaven was damn good money. Stacey found herself drawn to his cheerful face, that playful grin with the dimples. His eyes might have sparkled, if she’d been close enough to make them out.
“Hey, you listening to me?” the man beside her asked.
He’d said something else, after the seven thousand, but she hadn’t heard it. Now, she tore her gaze away from the lakeside and the sunshine, back to the dark recesses of the car. Their windows were tinted to block the sun, and the AC was blasting a frozen stream of air straight at her legs. The man beside her put his hand on Stacey’s knee, and he was just as cold to touch.
“Sorry Jack,” Stacey said with a stammer. “I was just thinking.”
“Good,” Jack answered with a thin smile. “It’s going take strategy to get to this one. Best’s line is that he can’t pay, he doesn’t have the money, but I think it’s bull. You’re gonna get in there and find out if he’s got savings or possessions we can reclaim. A car, a property share, whatever. You got that?”
Stacey nodded. She had to play the role Jack had made for her. It was her job, had been for a few years now, and it paid well. When she’d first met Jack, he was only a doorman throwing people out of nightclubs. Now, he was a collector, and she was too. It was their job to source money back from those who’d borrowed from Big Al Moschino. Once they had Kurt’s seven grand, they’d see a nice slice of commission. Jack took hold of Stacey’s hands, like he was thinking the same thing.
“We do good work together,” he said. “Just focus on the task.”
Stacey felt her stomach do a flip. Jack sometimes tried to cross a line in their partnership. She hated it but the money was too good to pass up.
“I’d better get to work scouting this guy out,” Stacey said, breaking their contact to reach for the door.
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