Biker Bear Billionaire (Bear Creek Clan 5) (7 page)

He disappeared around the side of the house and she followed, her temper flaring. “Wait. This conversation is not over.”

“There should be a key here somewhere.” He was searching around some rocks and stones, his hand closing around one, which he lifted up triumphantly. “I really didn’t want to break in.” Sliding the underneath of the stone back, he found a key. “Back door.”

“Will,” she said firmly. “I am not setting foot in there until we have this resolved.”

He came back to her and kissed her cheek. She remained impassive, even when his kisses trailed down her neck, his breath warm, making her skin come alive. Then he whispered in her ear. “I always found you irresistible when you were angry.”

“You haven’t answered my question.”

He held her close, his hardness against his thigh. “You should know me by now. I expect you to be the woman you want to be. But in my fantasy you come into my bedroom all fired up and then we ... well, come inside and I’ll show you.”

Her temper didn’t recede. “This is your fantasy? To wind me up?”

“I used to lie awake, imagining you coming to me, climbing through the window while my parents slept, to berate me about something. You always did have a fiery streak. Then you would be unable to resist your other emotions.” The back door to his big house stood open, his hand outstretched, inviting her in.

“You are twisted.” She hid her smile.

“Let me show you how much.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I’m your mate. You can’t refuse me.”

She crossed her arms and tilted her head to one side. “Want to bet?”

He grinned widely. “Damn it, Freyja, if you don’t come inside now I’ll have to fuck you out there on the lawn.”

“I can outrun you.”

“Freyja,” he growled, taking a step towards her.

“I thought you wanted to play games.”

“Not ones where you run from me.”

She could see the raw emotion on his face, the way his body tensed and the bulge in his tight leather pants. Was it worth provoking him to prove a point, or should she play along? “So, this fantasy of yours? Do I get to strip those leather pants off you?”

“Damn, I hope so.” He relaxed a little and she walked towards him.

“You are a naughty bear, Will.”

“I hope to be very naughty.”

She closed her hand around his cock, feeling him harden, the tight leather of his pants constricting him. “I bet you long to be free of your clothes. Take them off.”

“Upstairs,” he said, grabbing her hand and dragging her into the house.

In a blur, she caught glimpses of furniture covered in white sheets, places on the walls where pictures once hung and an overall sense of abandonment. This was his home, the place he grew up and formed memories over countless years and yet he had left it shut up and alone. This poor, beautiful house had suffered the same fate as Will and Freyja. Never before had she been filled with such a sense of how far-reaching Carson’s treachery had been.

When they reached the top of the stairs he paused, and then he led her more reservedly along the landing, passed closed doors, behind which stood his parents’ room, Carson’s room and numerous spare bedrooms. The house was huge, almost as big as the one Malcolm lived in.

“I never realised it was so grand in here.”

He turned to her, his eyes haunted by the past. “It’s just a house.”

“It’s your home, Will. Where you belong.”

“I used to. Now I feel like an intruder. I think we should leave, this was a mistake.” Will stopped and then began to walk back past her. She placed a hand on his arm, pulling him towards her.

“No, it wasn’t.” She slipped into his arms, her fingers stroking his chest as she stood on tiptoe and kissed his hard-set mouth. He softened for her, tilting his head down and kissing her. “Let’s slay this monster now. You promised me a fantasy, and I always get what I want.”

“Freyja, let’s go. There are too many ghosts here.”

“You have every right to be here, Will. It is time you stopped feeling bad for what has happened. The only way to lay those ghosts to rest is if we live here and raise our kids here. Their love and laughter will fill these rooms; the house will be happy again. But only if you stop running.”

“But I betrayed my father’s memory by believing Carson.”

“You can put it right.” She looked at the closed doors. “Which one?”

He turned to the right and pointed. She tenderly took his hand and led him to his bedroom, the scene of all his fantasies about Freyja.

His room reminded him of a more innocent William Frasier. The man who lived here was confident in who he was, who his family was and where he fit into this world. It was still hard for him to believe how easily he ditched that version of himself. But in his mind, he knew. It was there in his peripheral vision as he glanced at the books on his shelf.

As his father ended his long days, Will would look at him and know he could never live up to such a man as Pater Frasier. He would never be his father, the man who had taken the family through so many long centuries, building a company, a fortune and a reputation. He knew there was every chance he would squander it all. Carson’s words had given him a way out. And in turn made it a self-fulfilling prophecy. He had let his father down in the worst way.

“Hey. Let the past be at rest.”

She was so perfect. Her face full of hope, full of comfort, wanting to be supportive when he had hurt her so very badly. He didn’t deserve her. That thought hit him. If he thought that way again, he would make the same mistakes. He had thought he didn’t deserve to be his father’s heir and so he had thrown it all away. Letting Carson’s ambitions get out of hand, putting them all in danger.

Will went to her and said, “Let’s make a future together, Freyja. Once this is all behind us, will you marry me? I don't care if it’s your dad or Malcolm who officiates, but I want the world to know you’re mine. If I had claimed you ten years ago, then Carson would never dared have asked for you in the way he has. You are not something that anyone can bargain with.”

“So what was your fantasy?” she asked, smiling shyly at him but still not giving him an answer. “I would love to know what you dreamed about in your bed here.” She went over to the bed, which had remained unslept-in for so long. “Do I sit?”

He shook his head. “No. I’m sitting down.”

“So where am I?”

He went to the bed and sat on the edge. “You come in through the window.”

She went to the widow and stood there, the daylight framing her luscious curves. “Now what?”

“You come to me. You are mad because I was supposed to meet you and I didn’t.”

“Why didn’t you?” she asked taking two steps towards him.

“Because I couldn’t get away. Family business.”

“But I’m your family now,” she said and came to kneel before him, her eyes meeting his. “I want to show you how much you mean to me, Will.” Her hand went to his crotch and she squeezed his cock in her hand. “Is this your fantasy?” She slid her hand along the length of him.

“Yes,” he said, shifting his hips as his arousal grew. “But there’s more.”

“I bet there is.” She unzipped his leather pants and opened them up to reveal the tip of his cock. Her hand covered it, her palm caressing him until he squirmed. Then she bent forward and placed her mouth over it, sucking him gently. He nearly exploded. The blood rushed to his cock. It became the focus of his world while she ran his tongue over it.

Pulling back, she raised her head and she said, “Why don't we get you out of these?”

He stood, unsteadily, on his feet, while her hands worked at pulling his pants down over his hips. They were so snug she had to wiggle them, his cock moving in front of her face while she worked. He watched her, the anticipation of her next move almost too much. But the thought of it was nothing compared to when her mouth closed over his cock. Her head going down so she could take him fully in her mouth.

For a moment, the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat, and he thought she was going to gag. But she pulled back a little and then sucked hard. His hand fisted her hair and he cursed under his breath. He hadn’t been prepared for this to be quite as wonderful as it was. She had taken on his fantasy, seeming to read his mind and know what he wanted.

Closing his eyes, it could have been one night all those years ago when they were nothing more than friends who met up in the wild. His parents could be sleeping in the room down the hall and Carson might be downstairs watching TV. Everything was normal, his life complete, no bumps in the road.

His breath hissed through his teeth as she brought her head up and then slid back down, sucking hard. Her hand cupped his balls, and fondled them, until he was on the verge of coming. Did she know he was about to erupt into her mouth? Did he want to? Or did he want to play out the fantasy in its entirety?

His body tensed and she began to panic. If he came in her mouth, what would she do? There was probably no running water in the house, so where would she spit it out? Oh, damn. What if it made her vomit? She would never live it down.

“Freyja, I need to come inside you. I want you to lie on my bed.”

Obediently she got up. This was his fantasy, after all. His eyes held hers as she moved past him to lie on his bed, the sheet covering it, thankfully, still clean. He took the rest of his clothes off before joining her. Then he stroked the swell of her breasts through her clothes before unbuttoning her shirt.

She sighed when his mouth claimed her breasts, one at a time he nursed on her nipples, his hands caressing her skin. Alighting the fire within her, until she was wet and ready for him. Fingers plucked at her jeans and she lifted her hips off the bed to help her push them off. Then she settled back down to enjoy him in the most primal way. Her bear clawed at her mind, wanting to recall those days when they hunted and romped together through the mountain meadows.

But, for now, her bear had to be denied. Pushed out of her mind and left to roar her disappointment. Instead, Freyja concentrated on the man next to her. The man sliding between her thighs, eager to please her in every way imaginable. And Freyja found she was developing quite the imagination where Will was concerned.

His finger probed inside her and she hooked her leg around his to encourage him to enter her; she was ready for him. All she wanted was to be filled with by his cock and to feel his hands on her body. She nibbled at his earlobe, her fingers raking his back as she drove him to the point where he had to restrain his own bear. She knew now what it was like. How it added to the excitement and she wanted to push him to the very edge. To make him feel as close to his other self as he could, without letting go.

As he plunged into her, she felt the first frisson of electricity in the air; it covered her skin, a vibrating pulse covering her body. Slowly, slowly she matched her own transformation to his. Making it within reach, but out of her grasp. Their bodies almost hummed in time with each other. A resonance passing through them, making their lovemaking more connected than she ever thought possible. He touched her, his body covering hers, consuming her with its passion until they were as one. One being, moving through space and time, until he came, breaking the spell.

Now they were individuals again, two beings in search of the ultimate release in each other’s arms. He cried out, his voice that of Will, the man she had always known, always loved. He had always been the one; there would never be another.

He lay staring at her; they were sated, at ease in each other’s presence now. “I am very self-conscious, you know?” she said.

“Not around me. Not anymore.”

“I keep thinking there must be something on my face. You know, like a big spot or something.”

“There’s nothing, only you.”

She raked her hands through her messed-up hair. “I need the bathroom. I guess there’s no water here, though.”

“Probably not. Why don't we get dressed and grab what we need and then head back to my place.”

“OK. But what do we do then? It’s all very well having the DNA, but what do we do with it?”

“Let’s find what we need and then think about that. Of course, we need to ask Eirik as well. Do you think he’ll mind?”

“Are you kidding? If it will prove his father didn’t do something as irresponsible as producing a cur like Carson, then he would give his right arm.”

“Let’s do this, then. I plan to get some workers in and get the house fixed up. I’m going to get onto it when I get back home.”

“That will certainly show Carson you mean business.”

“Yes, it will. I hope to have the place up together by Beltane. I thought about having a party here.”

“That soon?”

“I don’t think there’s much that needs doing except cleaning and airing. I was thinking of it being more of a garden party. You know how Beltane is.”

“I don’t know what it’s like in Bear Creek.”

“The whole town comes, so we bears have to be on our best behaviour—you know, in control of our other selves. Once the ritual is over at Long Meadow then everyone can come back here. It’s what my father used to do. Since then the venue has been moved around. Malcolm did one year I believe, but swore never again. Sometimes Sam has let them use the farm, but it’s his turn to take part in the ritual. He found his mate late last summer, so I thought why not let him enjoy it without the responsibility.”

“That is thoughtful. I love Beltane: the great bonfires, mates exchanging life forces. I’ll go to the ritual in Bear Bluff and then come over here. The party there is usually a more staid affair. I can imagine things get out of hand here.”

“I was going to ask your father and Eirik.”

She laughed. “Why not? Then the people of Bear Bluff can let their hair down. I will definitely change things when I am chief.”

“I bet you will, Freyja. I can imagine you will be a chief unlike any other.”

“It makes me nervous. But right now, we need to finish here. Where is Carson’s bathroom? Shall we start there?” she asked, now dressed and ready to leave. But there was time to stand and watch her man get dressed first. She enjoyed the sight of his muscles flexing as he pulled his shirt over his head. Then the need to touch him when he had encased his thighs in his leather pants was almost too much. If she didn’t concentrate on matters in hand, she would be stripping them back off him.