“Now, I think we have some unfinished business,” said Carol, leading Ethan by the hand to her bathroom.
Ethan followed Carol into the bathroom. There was no shower — just a large clawfoot tub.
“Get in,” ordered Carol. “You’re a mess, Ethan. You need to claim me, well, I need to bathe you before that happens.”
“I can bathe myself,” insisted Ethan, disrobing.
“Can you?” asked Carol, running the bathwater. “We’ll see about that.”
Carol took off her jacket, hung it on a hook, slipped off her boots and socks, and rolled up her long-sleeved shirt. Carol put a peppermint Epsom salt bath bomb in the tub and stirred it into the tub, making the path a pale mint green color.
“It’s perfect,” said Carol. “Get in.”
Ethan stepped into the bath and lay all the way down. His muscles turned the jelly.
“Oh my, this is good,” said Ethan. “How is it that women know how to relax so much better than men?”
“Probably because I spent my time relaxing while you busted your ass in business school,” joked Carol, taking her loofah and soaking it with vanilla body wash.
She ran the sponge over Ethan’s body. One of the benefits of the bath bomb was that it turned the bath into an opaque milky lake which hid all the debris that fell to the bottom of the tub.
Carol felt Ethan’s firm body beneath her touch. She scrubbed at him hard. His rough skin could take it. His body reddened like a boiled lobster, and his hair became wet with steam.
“Here,” said Carol, taking a dollop of her two-in-one conditioner and massaging it into Ethan’s hair.
“How do you rinse it out without a shower?” asked Ethan.
“Oh, with one of these buckets,” said Carol, pulling out a plastic bucket with a long ladle-like handle.
Carol put some water in the bucket and poured it over Ethan’s hair a few times while Ethan rubbed his scalp, getting all the soap out of his hair.
“Now I remember why we don’t all take long baths every day,” said Ethan.
“Just lay back and let me clean your dirty self up,” said Carol. “Arms up.”
Ethan took the sponge from Carol and scrubbed his own armpits.
“What, I’m not doing a good enough job?” asked Carol.
“I’m not about to let my fiancée wash all my gross bits,” said Ethan. “She’s too good for that, isn’t she?”
Carol looked at her hand. The ring was still there, glittering like the first star that shone through the sky on Christmas Eve.
Ethan finished washing himself up and got out of the deep tub. Hidden beneath the surface of the tub had been a throbbing erection which emerged from the milky green bath like the Loch Ness monster coming up for air.
“That’s why you didn’t want me to clean you up,” said Carol.
“You caught me,” said Ethan. “Guess I’ve been Naughty. What are you going to do about it?”
Carol put her hand on Ethan’s chest and traced the symbol, a letter ‘S’ with two slashes through it, a dollar sign.
“What do you think it means?” asked Carol.
“Babe, the clock’s ticking, and I’ve wasted more than enough hours for the both of us, trying to figure out what that symbol means,” said Ethan. “I’ve already got over a billion of those things in the bank, so it can’t mean that I need to earn more money.”
Ethan lifted Carol up and carried her to the bedroom. He put her down on the bed. He was soaking wet, but the water just seemed to steam off of his hot body.
“Fuck, Carol, I need you,” said Ethan. Ethan lay down on the bed next to Carol and lifted her shirt off her body and gently placed it to the side. He unhooked her bra and removed it carefully, putting it on her shirt. He reached her jeans, and his patience broke. He hurriedly unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them down, slipping them off her ankles and tossing them aside. Without bothering to take her panties off, Ethan rolled Carol on top of him and started to ride him from below.
“Ethan, what about my —” started Carol.
“I’ll take care of it, babe,” growled Ethan. “Just leave it to me.”
Ethan slid Carol’s panties to the side and slipped his cock up into her wet slit. He could feel her quivering with desire already. He took held the panties to the side with one hand, the other, holding Carol up by her waist as he thrust in and out of her tightness.
Needing to caress her curves, but also needing to make sure those panties were taken care of, Ethan ripped the panties off her body with two hands, pulling the left side of her panties back and the right side of her panties forward suddenly, causing them to rip in half. He put the scraps below the pillow his head was resting on. With every push down of his head, with every inhale, he took in Carol’s natural musk, and it made him even harder.
Ethan used his left hand to support Carol while exploring her curves with his right hand. He ran a hand up her torso, from the beginning of her hips to the ends of her breasts, brushing his palm over her nipples. He ran his palms over her nipples and made small circles, using the breadth of his hand to drive Carol wild.
Carol took Ethan’s hand and looked at it.
“It’s different,” said Carol. “Why is it different?”
“I’m a bear shifter, and those are the pawprints of a bear shifter,” said Ethan, showing Carol his other palm for a second before going back to supporting her, so she didn’t fall off the bed. “Those old marks weren’t. They were the mark of the reindeer. They were hoofprints, not pawprints.”
“The marks, they’re so rough,” said Carol.
“Bad rough?” asked Ethan.
“Good rough,” said Carol. “Show me what else those hands can do.”
Ethan ran his hands over Carol’s body. He loved the way her thick curves felt in his hands. He was a man who had a taste for luxury, but there was nothing more luxurious than his curvy baker’s BBW body. He held one of her breasts up and flicked the nipple with his fingers before taking it into his mouth while looking her deep in the eyes. Then, Ethan nibbled on the nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” moaned Carol as Ethan’s teeth grazed over her tit. “Ethan, I didn’t know you had this in you.”
“I’m not holding back this time,” said Ethan. “I’ve wanted to claim you since the day I met you, Carol. Well, now I can.” Ethan took Carol’s palm and pressed it against his chest, running her fingers over his black mark.
Carol traced the curves and sharp lines that formed Ethan’s mate mark. How had a man so motivated by money managed to capture her heart? She thought back to the letters he’d written her, notes that seemed too fantastical to be true. She’d read them over and over on Christmas Eve, falling asleep reading them in her bed, and even when she was most upset at Ethan, she hadn’t had it in herself to throw the letters away. She’d put them away in one of the few boxes in her car.
“What is it?” asked Ethan.
“I just can’t believe that this whole crazy Christmas season happened, and we ended up together in the end,” said Carol, brushing Ethan’s wet hair off his forehead and leaning down to press her lips against his head.
“Fuck, babe, that’s so sweet, my dick’s crying,” joked Ethan, reaching up to brush a curled finger against Carol’s cheek. “Now, didn’t you want me to show you what my hands could do?”
Ethan moved the finger down Carol’s body. He ran his still curled finger over her décolletage, feeling her soft, supple skin beneath his callused touch. He felt her shiver and in response, pressed his full hand against her body, causing her to moan as his big hand explored her ample curves.
“Fuck, you’ve got a body,” cursed Ethan, noticing, for the first time, that his chest no longer burned when he cursed. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Ethan rocked back up into Carol, filling her with more of his length. He’d forced himself to take things slowly, but as Carol took more and more of his shaft, he couldn’t help but increase the tempo. He took Carol in both his hands and pumped her on and off his
cock before moving his right hand back down to the space between her legs.
Ethan’s bear roared. This was it. This was the event they’d been waiting for, ever since Ethan had first spied Carol. Ethan’s bear hadn’t been there, but as soon as it met Carol, it had realized why Ethan had fallen for her, hard and fast. She wasn’t just curvy. She was sweet, but also sassy. She wasn’t afraid to do or say exactly what was on her mind. She was a breath of fresh air in an all too smoggy world.
“You ready, babe?” asked Ethan. “After this…our lives change forever.”
“They already have,” said Carol, stabilizing herself with one hand on Ethan’s chest and using the other hand to lift Ethan’s left hand up to her mouth so she could kiss it.
Ethan pushed Carol back up and pressed his right index finger against her clit. He swirled the tip against the soft, hidden nub, drawing it out, touching it with his fingertip and causing a tingle to run down Carol’s spine. Carol let out a moan and put her hands behind her butt, on Ethan’s firm thighs, as Ethan played with her spot.
Carol let out a low moan and leaned into Ethan’s body, pressing her soft curves against his hard breadth, wrapping her arms around his back. She raked her nails against his back, not to hurt him, but because her body was desperate to find something to hold on to as Ethan made her body weather a blizzard of pure pleasure.
“Fuck, Ethan,” moaned Carol, saying the words right in Ethan’s ear. “I’m so close.”
“What do you need to get there?” asked Ethan, pulling his hand out from under Carol’s body, as her clit was standing at attention. Now, with every stroke in and out of Carol, Ethan’s body would rub against her special spot.
“I just need that dick,” said Carol. “Harder, Ethan. Show me just what that sweet candy cane can do.”
Ethan took Carol in both his hands and rolled her onto her back. He thrust into her, in and out, hard and fast, pistoning pushing against her body. Carol wrapped her arms around the pillow so that she had something to do with her arms. Her arms seemed to be in the way, as Ethan had pushed them aside so he could better explore her curves with his hands and then, with his mouth, kissing and licking every inch of Carol’s body as he slammed in and out of her.
Ethan flipped Carol back up so she was on top of him, while Ethan’s back was to the sheets. He rode her from the bottom, one hand wrapped in her hand, assuring her she was safe, the other, used purely mechanically, moving up and down, up and down, pushing and pulling Carol off and back on Ethan’s cock.
The knot that had built up in Carol’s body came apart like the first present opened on Christmas Day. Carol let out a moan and collapsed down on to Ethan as she came around his cock, hard.
Ethan couldn’t hold back. As soon as he felt Carol crumple in his arms, he fell upward into her body and crashed into her, cumming deep inside her. He pushed her up and pressed her hair out of her face and off her shoulders, so he could watch her face as she climaxed. Ethan had never seen Carol so happy, so utterly blissed out.
As Carol and Ethan came at the same time, something magical happened. Ethan’s brown eyes flashed bright sepia amber. The black mark on Ethan’s chest started to glow. The dollar sign turned bright gold. Ethan watched and expected the mark to become golden, but instead, the mark started to warp in front of his very eyes. One of the slashes running through the symbol disappeared. The letter S shape unknotted itself and turned into a form with a single curve.
“What’s happening?” asked Carol, running her hand over the raised mark. The dollar sign on Ethan’s chest had been replaced with a golden cent sign.
“Fate’s sending me a message,” said Ethan, running his hand over his mark. “I think the message is, you’re what’s made me ‘change.’ One of you is worth a hundred of my fortunes.”
“I think it’s just a C for ‘Carol,’” joked Carol. “What’s next for us, Ethan?”
“Ever dream about living in New York City?” asked Ethan.
“I mean, as a little girl, but…wait, I can do that now, can’t I?” mused Carol aloud. “Huh. There might be some perks to dating an NYC billionaire after all. Can we really get sushi whenever we want in New York City?”
“Yes, but, mostly because one of my chefs is trained in fine Japanese cuisine,” said Ethan.
“One of your chefs?” asked Carol. “Well, do you know if one of your mechanics is going to be able to fix my SUV?”
“Do you really want to keep that old thing, or do you want to upgrade?” asked Ethan.
“If I don’t get it fixed, how the heck are we getting out of this town? The road’s the only way out,” said Carol.
“Let me borrow your phone, and I’ll show you how this is all done. You’ve seen reindeer fly, well, now it’s time for you to see how a billionaire bear flies,” said Ethan.
Epilogue
Thanksgiving, 2010
“Oh, fuck, Ethan,” moaned Carol, as the plane bucked beneath them.
“Told you,” said Ethan. “Turbulence makes it that much better.”
“It’s like fucking on your yacht,” said Carol, as Ethan slammed back into her.
The turbulence tipped the plane, so as Ethan pulled out, his cock pressed against Carol’s clit.
Carol gripped Ethan’s back with her nails, raking his back with her French manicure.
“This is your captain speaking,” said a voice over the intercom. “We’re experiencing some turbulence but will still make great time. We’re coming in for the landing.”
As the plane dipped down and came in for a landing, so did Ethan. He made a five-star landing, right down Carol’s runway, and as the plane dipped, he hit her at just the right angle to make her come.
“Oh, fuck,” moaned Carol, writhing on Ethan’s dick, her legs pulling him closer and closer to her, luring his cock into her pussy like an eel into an eel trip on the River Thames.
Carol was more than ready to cut herself a slice of stargazy pie. Ethan slammed into her one more time. He let out a groan that was half moan, half saying Carol’s name in a low, husky voice, and then, let loose into Carol’s canal which was also explaining turbulence.
Carol came around Ethan, hard, just as the plane landed.
“We’ve, uh, landed,” said the pilot. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank goodness for that PA system,” said Ethan.
“Thank goodness for your dick,” said Carol. “I feel so much better. You’re right. That was relaxing. I promise I won’t be nervous about meeting the Clan. I’ll just imagine them all naked.”
“I’m the only person I want you to imagine naked,” said Ethan. “Round three? Before we head off?”
“Can we?” asked Carol.
“This is a private jet, and the staff is paid hourly,” said Ethan with a grin. “I’m sure they’d love to give us some extra time on the tarmac.”
“Uh, sir, we’re going to need to get moving,” said the captain. “Tarmac is reserved for another plane.”
“Well, there goes that plan,” said Carol, sitting up in bed. “I guess we have to get changed.”
“Let me help you,” said Ethan. Ethan reached into his clothing bag and pulled out a black velvet box. It was large and square. Ethan popped the box open and pulled out the necklace inside.
“What’s that?” asked Carol, putting on her bra, before Ethan passed her the box.
“A necklace, for you,” said Ethan.
Carol fingered the chain and ran a finger over the surface of the enamel surfaces of the pendants on the chain. There were three birds on the necklace. There was a big rooster, a mama hen, and, behind them, a chick. The jewelry wasn’t overly flashy, which was a problem they’d run into in the past. Carol didn’t have expensive tastes. She had no idea the enamel work was imported from France, and the necklace itself cost much more than many works made of precious stones due to the labor put into the jewelry. Ethan had no intention of telling her, lest she keep it in a safe rather than around her wide neck.
“You
knew?” asked Carol.
“Trust me, I’ve known the whole time,” said Ethan. “I can’t believe you’re four months along and not showing.”
“Ha! I’m five months along,” sassed Carol. “Guess I kept it a secret from you for an extra month. Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”
“I just did,” said Ethan. “The necklace is made of modules. We can add on more chicks over time.”
“You mean…” started Carol.
“Baby, I wanna make so many cubs with you that we’ll have to start our own Clan,” said Ethan.
“Why did you pick chickens to represent us?” asked Carol.
“Don’t you remember how that old song goes?” asked Ethan. “On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me…”
“…Three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree,” sang Carol. “What’s that got to do with us?”
“I fell in love with you on the third of December, when you put me in my place and made it clear you wouldn’t tolerate any of my shenanigans,” said Ethan. “That conversation led to me changing, led to me becoming a man worthy of your affections.”
“Uh, sir?” called the pilot over the PA system.
Carol smiled and pressed the PA button on their end.
“We’ll be right out,” said Carol.
* * *
“You sure I look okay?” asked Carol.
“You look great,” said Ethan. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” said Carol.
“Come on,” said Ethan. “You can tell me anything.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful for anything — this romance has been a real-life Cinderella story for me. Better than Cinderella — I bet her prince wasn’t a billionaire. That said…even though it’s a ‘rags to riches’ story, I still feel like people look at me like I’m in the ‘rags.’ I never feel like I fit in with the wives of your colleagues,” said Carol. “I didn’t go to some fancy East Coast liberal arts college. I don’t know designer brand names. I don’t know about what’s going on the world of opera and museums and other fancy stuff. I spend most of my time running our new charity.”
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