by Ruby Shae
He hooked his thumbs in her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs. Her shaved mound came into view, and he growled again and kissed her bare skin.
When she stood completely naked before him, he pushed on her ankle, encouraging her to widen her stance, and he swiped his finger slowly through her folds.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he said. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Without warning, he slid two fingers into her pussy. She throbbed around him, her body begging for more, and he obliged.
He moved his fingers in and out of her opening in a slow, carefully controlled rhythm. Her essence escaped down her thighs as he pulled the digits out to the tips, and then pushed them all the way back in. She reached for him, but he dodged her grasp by lowering his head to kiss her thighs. She grabbed her breasts and tightened her fingers around the sensitive flesh, and then she rubbed her palms against her nipples and bit her lower lip.
“That’s right, baby. Touch yourself,” he said, staring up at her. “Damn, you are sexy as hell.”
She looked down and watched him, and in that moment, she knew she’d never be able to deny him anything. She’d never been so keenly aware or connected to a man, and she felt as if they were made for each other. She had no doubt answering his ad had been the right thing to do.
His hands and mouth felt like heaven, but she wanted more. She needed his cock.
“God, you smell so good.” Without warning, he pulled his fingers from her cunt and sucked them into his mouth. “Mmmm, you taste good, too.”
“Travis, please,” she begged.
“What do you want, baby?” he said.
“You.”
He stood and started removing his jeans and underwear.
“Stop tease—”
Her breath hitched when he stood before her completely naked. His huge cock bounced against his abs, and she’d never seen anything like it. She wasn’t a virgin, but like the rest of his body, his dick looked like it had been carved from granite. The smooth, flawless skin was pulled tight with his firm erection, and she briefly wondered if he’d be able to fit inside her.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
Her whispered awe seemed to push him over an imaginary ledge.
“Go lean over the couch,” he growled, “and spread your legs.”
She followed his demand without question.
He walked up behind her, pushed her legs further apart, and grabbed her ass with both hands.
“I love your ass,” he said, as he massaged the soft flesh. “I’ve wanted to see you like this since our first date.”
He let go of the soft flesh with his left hand, and returned it with a hard slap, followed by a painful sting.
Smack!
No man had ever spanked her before, and though she’d been shocked, the pain was surpassed by the desperate, almost uncontrollable desire to be fucked by her bear.
Smack!
His other hand landed on her right side.
“You’re mine, Bree,” he said as he caressed both globes. “Always mine.”
He wrapped his hand in her hair, and positioned his cock at her soaking wet entrance.
“Travis…,” she whimpered, and pushed back toward him.
He didn’t let her get away with it. Instead he took a step back, leaving her empty.
“Say it,” he growled.
His raspy words skated over her skin, and made her question their decision to wait until their wedding night for her to receive his mate mark. She wanted to give him everything, but because they’d decided to wait, she settled for the words he desperately wanted.
“I’m yours,” she said. He yanked on her hair, and again positioned his dick at her opening. He rubbed the tip in her honey, and she gave him the rest.
“Always,” she said. “I’m yours for always.”
He surged deep into her pussy in one thrust.
“God, baby. You are so tight.”
He pulled all the way out until only the tip of his cock remained, mimicking the way he’d teased her with his fingers, then he surged deep again. Her honey dripped down her thighs and her pussy pulsed around him. He pulled out another time, and then let he let go of her hair and dug his fingers into her hips.
He surged forward again, but this time he didn’t pause and he didn’t pull out slowly. He pounded into her rough and fast, and she loved every minute of it.
Each time he pushed deep, her nipples scraped against the bumpy texture of the couch, adding to her sensitivity and pleasure. She knew if he touched her anywhere else, she’d come, and when he kissed her spine, she screamed his name and came around his dick.
She could feel his throbbing cock sliding against her soft flesh, and a few strokes later he stilled as warm jets of his come released inside her. For the first time in her life, she wished she’d forgotten the pill.
She realized she didn’t like Travis…she loved him. It may have only been a few days, but he was the best man she’d ever known, and she couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life with him.
***
Travis nearly collapsed on top of Bree, but he used the couch to stop his decent. His arms shook from the intensity of his orgasm, and he fought to catch his breath. Bree hung over the side of the couch limp and exhausted, and he mustered up all of his remaining energy to take care of his mate.
He pulled himself slowly from her body, and rubbed his hands down her thighs and calves to get the blood flowing again.
“C’mon, baby,” he said. “Let’s get in the shower.”
She whimpered and whispered something unintelligible into the couch cushion.
“What was that?” he asked.
She turned her head, revealing her beautiful, sated face.
“Don’t leave me.”
Never!
He knew she was referring to their sexual connection, but those three words wrapped around his heart and froze him in place. Somehow, over the last three days, he’d fallen in love with Bree. The way she accepted him, his values and his brothers, along with her desire to marry and start a family, they all contributed to his feelings.
His inability to control his lust when she touched his bear form now made sense. She wasn’t just some woman he would marry and make a life with, she was the woman, and he loved her.
“I’ll never leave you, baby,” he said honestly. “Can you stand up?”
She used her arms to push her chest off the couch and stood before him. Her eyelids fought to close, and for once, her hair was wild and untamed with every strand out of place. She still looked beautiful and he loved the fact that he’d been the one to give her the new do.
“You wore me out,” she teased, and leaned against him in an effort not to fall over.
He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. She laid her head on his shoulder and didn’t protest, which he was grateful for. He would carry her everywhere if she’d let him, but he knew if she could walk, she wouldn’t let him.
Instead of his original plan of a shower, he leaned her against the sink and cleaned between her legs with a warm washcloth. Bree closed her eyes and let him take care of her silently. When he was finished, he wiped himself clean and carried her to the bedroom.
He turned back the covers and laid her down on his pillow. She let out a garbled protest, but smiled and pressed against him when he joined her and pulled her close.
A few minutes later, Bree’s deep breathing lured him to sleep.
***
Later that evening, Travis woke when Sabrina climbed out of bed. He watched silently as she left the room and escaped down he darkened hall. Panic threatened to consume him until he heard the bathroom door close.
He listened with his eyes closed as she padded back into the room and laid down beside him. She pulled the sheet down to his waist and proceeded to outline every muscle and groove on his chest with her fingers and tongue.
He tightened his arm around her, but relaxed as she moved over him and learned hi
s body. His dick grew hard with every touch until it tented the sheet, giving him away. Instead of calling him out, she pulled the sheet back and wrapped her hand around his cock.
She moved closer to his member, and his eyes flashed open. She studied the hard flesh with her fingers, the same way she had with his chest and abs, and he played with her hair and massaged her back. When a bead of liquid formed at the tip, she smoothed it away with her thumb and looked up at him.
“Hi,” she smiled, playfully. She let go of his cock and repositioned herself at his side. “You’re awake.”
“Yeah, I woke when you got out of bed.”
“I’m sorry. I tried to be quiet.”
“Don’t be. I didn’t wake up because you made noise; it was because I missed having you by my side. I stayed awake because I like your hands on me.”
“You do?”
“Yes, very much. Come here,” he said, and pulled her body on top of his.
“Travis—”
Sabrina tensed, and for the first time since their first date, she looked nervous and apprehensive. He didn’t know what had caused the insecurity, but he doubted it had anything to do with him, and he chose to ignore it.
He pulled her head down and kissed her gently on the lips. Seconds later, she relaxed and kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and explored her mouth lazily with his tongue. She returned every stroke with one of her own.
When their breathing turned heavy, and she seemed more confident on top of him, he loosened his arms and broke the kiss.
“Fuck me, baby.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Hell yeah. I want to see you ride me.”
She positioned herself over his cock and sucked him into her pussy slowly. When she’d taken all of him, she sat back and grabbed her breasts the same way she’d done earlier.
“Fuck, that’s perfect,” he said.
She moved slowly at first, and she seemed to enjoy teasing him. Once she found her rhythm, she placed her hands on his chest and moved faster. He’d been in a heightened state of arousal since her soft fingers had inspected him earlier, but the feeling of her pussy swallowing his cock, combined with watching her breasts bounce wildly, had him on the verge of orgasm.
He reached between them and pressed his thumb against her clit, desperate for release. The extra sensation pushed her over the edge, and she screamed his name and continued to bounce erratically. He grabbed her hips, and steadied her as he came, growling her name.
Sabrina collapsed on top of him, all inhibition gone, and he wrapped his arms around her. They stayed connected until their breathing returned to normal, and his cock mildly deflated.
“That was sexy, and hot. I want you to do that to me all the time,” he said, and kissed the top of her head.
Her stomach took that moment to growl loudly.
“Ummm…,” she raised her head to look up at him. “You’re going to have to feed me first.”
They both started laughing, and then got out of bed after a quick chaste kiss.
Bree went to shower, and he pulled on his jeans and threw the steaks he’d originally planned for dinner on the grill. A few minutes later, she walked into the kitchen with damp hair, wearing nothing but one of his tshirts. The soft material barely covered her ass, and if he didn’t need to feed her, he would have abandoned the steaks again and taken her on the kitchen counter.
“I borrowed one of your shirts,” she said. “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s more than okay,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. “I like seeing you in my clothes…and out of them. If we didn’t need food, I’d take you again on this counter.”
She turned and looked at the counter, as if inspecting its usefulness, and then rose up to kiss his chin.
“Maybe later,” she said. “I’ll get the plates.”
When she reached into the cabinet to grab the plates, the shirt rode up and exposed the luscious, soft globes of her ass.
“There’s no maybe about it,” he said.
When it came to Bree, he felt insatiable, wild and uncontrollable, but he didn’t care. First he would feed her, and then he would take her again, this time on the kitchen counter.
He forced himself to go back outside and check on the steaks.
Chapter Six
Sabrina stood in the back of the sandwich shop and waited for her number to be called. The guys were working hard to finish a job before the wedding, and she’d volunteered to pick up sandwiches from their favorite place.
The guy behind the counter had given her a crooked smile, and though he’d been shy, something about him made her think of Caroline. Maybe it was because the shop was packed, and loud, but the owner worked with quiet diligence. He seemed to need a bit of livening up.
As she waited, her mind drifted to Travis and the time they’d spent together over the past week. They’d spent every night together since the first time they’d made love, and she was beginning to see the perks of waiting to have children. Travis was insatiable, and he often woke her up before the alarm with his tongue between her legs.
She’d been lucky enough to rent a chair at a popular hair salon, and two weeks after the wedding, she would start working part-time. They’d made plans to go ring shopping on Saturday, and Travis had booked a hotel in the city for their honeymoon after the wedding on Sunday.
In four days she would be Mrs. Travis Mallory, and she was giddy with excitement.
Her apartment was the only loose end. After their honeymoon, they planned to drive out to her old place and pack up her belongings. He’d given her the opportunity to redecorate his home, but she liked most of his things more than her own, so she’d opted to keep his furniture, but use some of her things to add a feminine touch.
Even though they were embarking on a new life together, she wanted him to see her home and meet her friends. It was important to her that he see a glimpse of the life she’d lived before they met.
When her order was up, she grabbed the bag and drove out to the job site. Travis had instructed her to park against the curb on the other side of the street, and as she gathered her belongings, another car pulled up and parked on the dirt in front of the trailer they were using as an office.
A thin, petite woman got out of the car, stomped up the stairs and disappeared into the office. The woman’s clothes were skin tight, and her make-up reminded her of the woman she’d seen with Simon all those months ago. They way she’d parked made it seem like she owned the place, and Sabrina thought she might be the land owner.
She approached the building, sandwiches in hand and noticed the door hadn’t completely closed. She could hear Travis and the woman talking, and she paused on the second stair when the words became clearer.
“You didn’t have to send off for a human, Trav…I’ll marry you,” the woman said.
“You want to get back together? You’re—” A huge truck drove by, drowning out most of his words, but she caught the end of his sentence. “I’ll send her home.”
“You and I were so good together,” she said. “Don’t you remember?”
“Okay,” he started, and Sabrina carefully backed down the stairs and ran back to her car.
Trent stopped next to the driver’s side door on the vehicle, prepared to back into the space behind her, but when he saw her running he rolled down his window.
“Sabrina, what’s wrong?”
Tears had welled up in her eyes, but she hadn’t allowed them to fall. She dug around in her purse for her keys and firmed her voice.
“Nothing, but I need to leave right now. Please move your car.”
“I thought we were having lunch?” he asked.
“Not anymore,” she said and looked up at him, a silent plea.
“Get in.”
She heard the door to the trailer open, but she couldn’t look back. She needed to get away as soon as possible. Trent unlocked the door, and she jumped into the backseat of his sedan. When she closed the door,
he sped away in time for her to see the blond in her car, backing away from the office.
He drove to a small picnic area on the outskirts of town, and got out of the driver’s seat. He held open the door for her, and waited while she dabbed away the few escaped tears with a napkin from the sandwich shop.
“Bring the sandwiches,” he said, when she made a move to get out of the car.
They walked to a nearby table and he sat down across from her. She thought he would eat, but instead he talked.
“What happened?” he asked.
She shook her head, and then shrugged.
“I guess…he’s getting together with an old girlfriend.”
“Not possible. What makes you think that?”
“I overheard him and a blond woman talking inside the trailer.”
“Then you overheard wrong,” he said, matter-of-factly. “Was it the woman that left when we did?”
“Yes. She told him to send me home, and he said some stuff, and then he said okay.”
“What stuff? What did he say?”
“I don’t know, a truck went by and…,” she trailed off. While relaying the scenario to Trent, she realized how ridiculous the whole thing sounded. What had she actually heard? Nothing that indicated he would send her away.
Did she really have so little faith in him? The thought jarred her. After everything they’d shared, she trusted him, but her actions proved otherwise.
“Oh god,” she said. “Trent, I made a huge mistake.”
“Yes, you did,” he said, smugly. “Ready to go back?”
“Please.”
Trent drove her back to the job site, and they walked across the street together. Before she faced Travis, she had to ask him something.
“Trent, wait,” she said, placing her hand on his forearm.
“What is it?”
“Why did you help me? Why didn’t you let me go?”
“You make him happy,” he said, simply.
“Thank you,” she said, and kissed him on the cheek.
“What the hell is going on?” Travis roared from the top of the stairs.
