Bringing Home the Bear (4 page)

“Okay
smile.”

“Me
or the fish?” she asked.

He
loved her sense of humor. Trent snapped three photos. He wished he’d had his
own phone or camera with him because even if he never saw her again, he’d love
to keep it as a souvenir of the young woman who trespassed on his land.

“Okay,
you want me to cook this for supper? I mean you’re staying to eat with me,
right?”

“After
all the help you’ve given me, the fish is all yours and yes, I’d love to stay
for supper.”

“Great.
I’ll get this cleaned and gutted.”

He
saw her pulling a face. Maybe he should have just said prepared.

“I’ll
e-mail these photos to my dad and be right with you.”

****

Emily
read the e-mail from her dad as she made her way up the stairs to Trent’s
place.

Em
, good job with the fishing.
See I knew you could do it. Remember the bear’s
next on the list.
Can’t wait till you bring it home.
See you soon, Pops.

She’d
hated hooking the fish and the last thing she really wanted to do was shoot and
kill a bear. Maybe she’d talk Trent into doing it for her. He seemed like a
really nice, helpful guy and the ultimate outdoorsman. Perhaps she’d bring up
the subject after they ate.

When
she walked in, he was putting on a clean sweater and she couldn’t help but look
at the outline of his well-defined muscles. He turned around and smiled.

“I
just remembered my clothes are drying in your bathroom,” she said.

“They’re
dry if you want to go put them on.”

“Sure
and do you want these jeans and t-shirt put in the laundry hamper in there?”

Trent
nodded. “I’ve cleaned the fish for supper. You want something to drink?
A glass of wine maybe?”

“That
would be perfect.”

She
turned and headed for the bathroom. She took her now dry clothes from the top
of the shower rod and changed back into her own jeans and t-shirt. She threw
everything into the hamper and headed to the living room where Trent was waiting
for her with a glass of wine.

Emily
took a sip and spotted the binoculars sitting on the coffee table. She picked
them up and put them to her eyes, looking out the big seamless window. He had
quite the view of the stream and the bank that led up the hill.

The
hill where she’d changed her clothes.

She
took the binoculars away from her eyes and turned around to look at him. She
bit her lip and as if he knew what she was thinking, he nodded.

“Guilty
as charged,” said Trent.

“Do
you read minds or what?”

He
laughed. “What would you say if I said yes?”

Trent
walked over to her, took both the binoculars and glass of wine from her hands
and placed them on the coffee table. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling
her in close. He had another erection that made his blood start to pulse double
time around her body.

“If
you could then I’d say I’ll have to be careful what I’m thinking.”

He
rubbed his nose against hers.

“So
are you guilty of spying on me when I first arrived here?”

He
swallowed making his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “You have to understand I didn’t
know you then and I got curious.”

“Curious.
And you saw me take off my clothes?”

He
bit his lip and looked like one of the kids in her class when they’d been
caught red-handed.

“I
liked the bit where you bent over the best.”

She
blushed. “I hope those binoculars aren’t that good.”

“Oh,
they’re good enough to see a pretty pussy.”

“You
are bad, bad, man,” she said as he pulled her in even tighter.

She
wondered if he’d liked what he’d seen.

“Prettiest
pussy it’s ever been my pleasure to view.”

Shit,
he could read minds.

Right
now, the pretty pussy was throbbing. It hadn’t been used in quite some time and
she was more than ready for a little action with the outdoorsman.

“Any
chance of me seeing it up close…I mean just to check that it’s as gorgeous as
it is from afar?”

“Oh,
flatter me some more and I’d say there’s a very good chance you can check it
out, even touch it if you like.”

His
lips went to hers. She closed her eyes. When she’d headed up here in the middle
of nowhere on behalf of her dad, the last thing on her mind had been the
possibility of meeting a handsome man. Even further from her mind was having
sex.

Trent
rubbed his nose against hers. His erection pushing into her belly making her
pussy ache and her panties grow wet.

“I
wasn’t expecting any of this,” said Emily.

“Me
neither. I thought I’d spend a quiet week here with nothing to do but read and
star gaze at night.”

“Sorry
about the intrusion.”

“Oh,
I like it.”

He
kissed her again, and she ran her hands up under his sweater, letting her
fingers drag along his skin.

“Before
we get to the point where I’m unable to stop myself, I have to tell you I don’t
have any condoms. Don’t suppose you do?” he asked.

Damn,
she didn’t. And she didn’t think her dad kept any in the first aid kit in the
camper. This was an emergency, but she doubted her father thought condoms
essential when you went fishing and hunting.

She
shook her head.

“You
think you can hang on till I ride into town to the drug store?” asked Trent.

She
wanted to nod, but her face with its frown must have given away the fact that
it was going to be very, very difficult wait for her.

He
ran his finger down the edge of her face.

“That
look tells me no, so how about I leave you with something to keep you going
while I’m gone.”

“That
sounds intriguing.”

He
pulled down the zipper on her jeans, reached behind her and yanked at her jeans
until they slid down her hips, her thighs, and then gathered around her ankles.
Trent ran his hand over the
lace
on the front of her
panties.

Just
what did he have in mind as an appetizer?

He
knelt down in front of her before reaching up and inching the panties down her
legs. He lifted one foot and unhooked them from her ankle and then pushed them
to one side. He ran his hands up her outer thighs before moving inward. He parted
her legs.

Trent
kissed her belly while letting his hands roam over her ass cheeks. Then
suddenly taking her by surprise, he lifted her up and walked her over to the
chair, and sat her down before spreading her legs.

“Definitely prettier up close than
through the binocular lenses.”

She
knew she was blushing. She knew it was stupid because here she was with her
legs spread wide for a man, but for some reason she was suddenly bashful.

He
rubbed his fingers over her clit, making it hard for her to focus on anything
but the wonderful sensation flowing through her body.

“I
hope you can forgive me for invading your privacy.”

She
closed her eyes. Who couldn’t forgive a guy who had a touch like this one?

Emily
leaned back and spread her legs wider as he ran his finger back and forth, over
her clit and opening.

“You
can spy on me anytime you like if this is what you to do makeup for it.”

“I’d
like to do some more. Remember this is just the appetizer. Keep your eyes
closed.”

She
did as he asked; expecting him to continue playing with her clit, but then
realized it was no longer his fingers doing the work. Emily opened one eye. Oh
yeah, she was right, his head was between her legs and it was his tongue
spearing her pussy opening.

Relaxing
back in the chair, she let her head and shoulder melt into the cushion as Trent
lapped at her, bringing her just a little more pleasure with each pass of his
tongue.

If
this were the first course, what would the main course be like?

He
flicked quickly; driving his tongue into the entrance of her pussy and making
her clamp her fingers down onto the chair’s arms. She lifted her butt, trying
to steady herself, knowing he was guiding her toward an orgasm. A very good one
if she were any judge.

Putting
her arm over her eyes, she groaned loudly as her pussy grew heavy, her thighs
tingled, and then she saw flashes of light as her climax reached its peak.

“Any
chance of you breaking the speed limit to get to the drugstore?” she asked him.

“I’ll
be back before you even realize that I’m gone.”

Chapter Five

Trent
put his foot down on the accelerator. His first human sex partner, hence the
reason he didn’t have condoms. His kind didn’t use them for protection against
diseases. And all you needed for birth control was some self-control while the
female shifter was the third phase of her heat cycle, which ironically was the
only time a shifter woman was truly desperate for sex.

Emily
was ready—ready and waiting. God, she was so beautiful. He could still taste
her on his lips. Still smell her scent and juices, which made him almost groan
as he drove.

However,
if he didn’t concentrate on the road ahead, he’d crash and never make it to the
drugstore. And what a shame that would be, never knowing what it felt like to
be inside her.

His
cock twitched as he pushed a little harder on the gas, hoping he didn’t get
pulled over for speeding. Any delay might make his libido and blood pressure
rise causing his bear half to emerge. Wouldn’t that be ironic that the group’s
secret was discovered because of his need to fuck a human?

He
loved the fact that Emily found him attractive enough to want sex. Shifter women
were a fickle bunch. The time had to be just right for them, and when it was,
sometimes you weren’t the right man for the job and were sent on your way.

Him and a human.
The Kalispell
group’s leader, Aidan Renner, was about to marry a human. A cute doctor called
Charlotte who’d been the one to patch Trent up when that damn hunter had shot
him. Maybe without knowing it, Aidan had begun a trend of shifter guys and human
women finding sex and love.

He
pulled into the parking lot of the drugstore. Walking was going to be downright
painful with the hard-on, but the sooner he got in there to buy the condoms,
the quicker he’d get home, get inside Emily, and relieve the itch.

****

Emily
paced up and down. She knew he’d only been gone ten minutes, but it seemed like
ten hours. Guess that’s what everyone thought when they needed sex. Her pussy
was still on edge from the climax he’d given her before he’d left.

Turning
on the tap in the kitchen, she leaned over and splashed her face with cold
water hoping that would cool her down, help her libido until he came back. If
he wasn’t back soon she’d have to resort to some self-pleasuring.

The
wolves howled in the background as dusk set in. She had to remember what Trent
had told her about them and not to worry.

She
heard a car door slam shut and then the footsteps heading up the path. Glancing
out she saw Trent carrying a paper sack with the name of a drugstore splashed
across it.

Grabbing
him before he had a chance to get inside, she kissed him.

“What
kept you?”

“Line at the drugstore.”

“Can
we do foreplay after we’ve had sex?”

“Sort
of like, life’s uncertain, eat dessert first?”

“Exactly.”

She
took off the towel she’d wrapped herself in and stood naked before him.

“You
do not play fair, young lady,” he said.

He
took off his jacket, then his sweater, and pulled on the fly of his jeans. They
came off along with some dark blue boxers.

She
swallowed, her pussy getting wetter and more worked up when she saw his cock—thick,
hard, and pulsating, a bead of pre-cum clung to the very tip of his shaft.

Hurry, hurry.

He
smiled. Shit, he really could read her mind.

He
took out a condom and handed it to her. She ripped open the foil package and
stepped toward him. They kissed as she reached for his cock and as seductively
as she could, rolled the sheath onto him. Trent lifted her up. She wrapped her
legs around his hips, feeling the strong muscles of his thighs push against her
inner ones. She’d never done this sort of thing with a guy she’d just met, but
it made it all the more exciting, naughty almost.