Curves for Her Bears (BBW Shifter Erotic Romance) (6 page)

Who was she, what did she do? There had been no clue in her purse; surely, something would have jogged her memory. Sliding her hand down between them, she stroked his cock. He groaned against her mouth, pressing his hips forward. He wanted her, and at this moment, she wanted to blot out all the uncertainty that surrounded her.

“Make love to me,” she whispered against his ear.

He lifted her to sit on the table, his arms effortlessly supporting her weight. He undid her jeans, lifting her again while she wriggled out of them. She was already wet, but he slid a finger inside her and massaged her sex to make sure she was almost begging for him.

In her frustration and need, she tugged at his pants, and he laughed when she freed his cock, and guided him towards her intense need. He placed his hands on her bottom to stop her from sliding back off the table when he slid straight into her. His cock filled her, stretching her inner walls in one thrust.

He felt so good, penetrating her thoroughly, his hands holding her in a vice like grip so she had to take him all. She slid her hands up under his shirt, caressing his chest, feeling the springy hair covering it. Working her way up she found his nipples, and played with them, liking the effect it had on the way he thrust into her.

Aiden was a strong and powerful lover; he liked to take her hard, circling his hips to stretch her more. Now he held her steady with one hand while his other moved to mimic hers, pulling her bra cup down, allowing him access to her nipples. He brushed his thumb over one, making it a taut peak, before moving to the other.

His thrusts intensified, becoming quicker and harder, he was coming. She braced herself, and he jerked into her harder, grunting his release. Wanting her to join him, he moved his hand from her breasts and found the bundle of sensitive nerves between her legs. He was no less gentle, but the pressure was enough to send her soaring with him.

She cried out, burying her head in his shirt to drown out her cries. Aiden pounded her hard, and she took it all, her excitement rising with the need he had for her. With his last thrust into her, he cried out, a guttural noise reminding her of his other nature. If ever she forgot this, his lovemaking would remind her of the animal that was a part of him.

Pulling out of her, he smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “I know you have to find out who you are. But I can not imagine going back to our life without you.”

“Oh, Aiden. Maybe Cyrus is right. I could stay here and fill my memories with you two instead.”

“Could you ever be truly happy and settled here? I think we all need to know.”

“But what about Cyrus?”

“He'll calm down.”

“I should go and find him.” She pushed herself off the table and grabbed her jeans, pulling them back on.

“Be careful, Maggie.”

“I will. If you want me to be part of your life here that does include learning to live with all the parts of you.”

He smiled, and pulled her into his arms again. “It doesn’t bother you. What we are?”

She thought about it for a moment. “No. Perhaps if I had my memories, it would seem different. You're lucky I don’t have anything to compare it with.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Perhaps I should be selfish and hope you never get them back.”

“Maybe I won’t.” She pulled away from him. “I need to make it right with Cyrus. One thing I never want to do is upset your life here.”

“You don’t think you’ve already done that.” He watched her face change, she looked horrified and so he added. “In a good way, Maggie.” Then as she left the room, he murmured, “In a very good way.”

Maggie went to the front door and grabbed a coat. Cyrus had gone outside, and she hoped he was close to the house. She certainly had no plans to get herself lost again today.

The weather had warmed a little, the afternoon sun warming the air. She stood and looked around, taking in the other buildings, in her rush to get away earlier she had not taken much notice.

There was a garage, and a barn. Other small buildings were dotted around, and she heard the sound of chickens. There was no sign of him, so she decided to start with the closest building and work her way around.

First was the garage, it was empty apart from a rusted old tractor. Next, she went to the barn, opening the door she slipped inside, hopeful to find him here because the door had not been locked . Inside were a few goats, bleating at her as she passed by.

“Hello,” she said, tickling their heads as she passed by.

“We get our milk from them.”

Maggie visibly jumped at his voice. She turned but could not see him. “Cyrus?” she asked, her body trembling. He excited her, the danger of him, coupled with innocence.

“Up here.”

She looked up, and sure enough, there he was. To reach him she would have to climb a rickety old ladder. Keeping her eye on him she went to the bottom of the ladder, it was obvious he was not going to come down.

“Can I come up?” she asked, not wanting to invade his space if he really wanted to be alone.

“If you want.”

She smiled, playing hard to get. OK, she could work with that. At least he had not moved away from her. Looking doubtfully at the ladder she took hold of it and began to climb.

She was half way up before she began to feel dizzy, hesitating she looked down, thinking she was not too high. The ground seemed to call to her, and she felt herself being pulled towards the ground.

“Look up. Look at me.” Cyrus commanded.

Maggie did as he told her, fixing her eyes on him. “What's wrong with me?”

“You have a touch of vertigo.”

“Vertigo. How could I not know that?” Her voice sounded nervous.

“Keep your eyes on me, and put one foot in front of the other.” He moved so he was at the top of the ladder, looking down on her.

Maggie took a deep breath. “I can do this,” she whispered.

“Yes. You can.”

She did as he told her, fixing him in her vision, trying to enjoy the way he got bigger the closer she got. He was her reward when she got to the top. One foot on the next rung, pull up, repeat. Simple. Then why was her heart still racing. She tried to convince herself it was the thought of what she would like to do with Cyrus, up here out of sight.

Finally, she reached him. He reached down and placed his hand on hers. “Got you. You're safe now.”

With one last effort, she pushed herself up and he dragged her into his arms. Their lips found each other, and she pressed her curvy body into his hard muscular frame and felt safe, his lips erasing the panic she had felt only moments before. His hands roamed her body, igniting a fire in her that only his touch could quench.

Cyrus laid her down on the hay, covering her body with his. He was more confident this time, and he took her shirt off, kissing the top of her breasts before reaching behind her to undo her bra. When her voluptuous breasts sprang out, he looked at them, admiring the soft curves with his fingers. She arched her back, pressing herself forward, with a sigh of contentment he lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it until it was taut and sensitive.

Maggie pushed her hands into his hair, pulling him close and encouraging him to tease her to distraction. Cyrus took his time, his mouth moving from one to the other, licking and kissing her until she writhed under him with need.

His hands sought her jeans and undid them, lifting himself up to drag them off her legs. When he moved back over her he took a long breath. “You smell of Aiden. He’s been inside you again.”

She held her breath, expecting jealousy from Cyrus, but she had to answer truthfully. “Yes.”

He moved between her thighs, his body turned to one side so he could push his finger inside her sex. She knew how wet she was, not only from her own arousal but also from Aiden’s come.

He pushed deep inside her, and her sex gripped his finger. He explored her, sliding against her slick inner walls.

His confidence grew, his thumb brushed her clit, and she gasped and tensed while he teased her sensitive flesh. Enjoying the way he made her move, his mouth once again claimed her breasts, and he worked her to the point of orgasm. Her breathing rapid and her hands grasping his clothes. He lifted his head and watched her face as she came; smiling at the pleasure he made her experience.

She came, her mouth claiming his as her orgasm subsided. Then she turned her head and said, “Will you make love to me now, Cyrus?”

He lifted himself up and then stood before her, stripping down while she watched. His body was toned, large muscles covered by lean flesh. Cyrus looked like some kind of god, powerful and strong, and her insides squirmed to have him inside her, this time taking control of their lovemaking.

Cyrus had the same idea, he knelt before her, spreading her legs before him and gazing at her pink sex. Inserting his finger inside her, he watched it disappear inside her warm wet depths, and then he massaged her sex a few times before leaning down and licking her slit from one end to the other. Oh, god he was talented with his tongue. She raised her knees, pushing herself forward onto his mouth. His tongue pushed deep inside her and he took his time to savour her taste.

She could see how hard he was, yet he took his time before he could stand it no longer. He moved his body between her thighs and then guided his cock inside her. At first he pushed in with just the head, and then a little deeper. She gripped him, using her inner muscles to give him maximum friction.

Now she watched his face, the pure pleasure of the feelings washing over him as he buried himself deep inside her. Cyrus was not as rough as Aiden; he was surprisingly gentle with her.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, full of concern.

“No, Cyrus. I won’t break, push nice and deep. Fill me.”

Cyrus did as she asked, penetrating her completely. He was so big, nice and wide so her inner walls were stretched. Once he had impaled her completely he lay still, and she adjusted to him, her sex throbbing.

Maggie kissed his chest, finding his nipples and playfully tugging on them. This sensation seemed to bring his passion out. He pulled back out of her and thrust back in; she placed her hands on his butt and encouraged him to push deep.

Cyrus took his time, experimenting with different rhythms, sometimes thrusting hard, and then moving slowly and gently. Her body had no way of telling what he would do next, and this made their joining exciting, her arousal grew until she once again hovered on the brink of her climax.

Cyrus was close too, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, no longer pulling right out of her. She bit his neck, lifting her mound to meet each stroke, her movements finally making him lose control.

His thick seed filled her, joining and mingling with Aiden’s, if ever she conceived their child she would never know who the father was. When she cried out in release, she knew Aiden would hear, and would not care that she lay with another man. Maggie belonged to both of these bears, and the very thought made her orgasm incredibly satisfying.

Maggie woke the next morning with a feeling of foreboding. She knew she had to try to find out who she was, the incident in the barn had convinced her, and Cyrus, surprisingly, that she had to know who she was. What if she had a medical condition that needed treatment? Not knowing her history put her in danger.

They ate breakfast together in the kitchen, Aiden made warm porridge, and they had sausages with freshly baked bed. These men certainly had embraced the self sufficiency way of life.

“So how do you survive here without a job? Surely you have to buy some things?” Maggie was eating the last of her porridge, the warmth spreading through her body. Looking out of the window, she knew she would be grateful of it, the day looked cold.

“We built the house ourselves, and we grow our own vegetables and fruit. You've seen the goats we use for milk. In the summer we go and help with the harvesting on a couple of farms,” Cyrus answered.

“I thought you completely shunned people.”

“Not entirely. There are a few people we trust and work with.”

“People like you?” Maggie asked, knowing they would realise what she meant.

“Yes. A bit like us.”

“Not bears?”

“There are not many bears. It makes it hard for us sometimes. Other shifters understand us, but not our true nature. Just like true beasts. Bears do not understand the way of the wolf, and the wolf does not understand the way of the bear.”

“OK. I get it,” Maggie said, although it would take some time for her to fully understand everything they said. It was still hard, even now, not to believe that what they showed her yesterday had not been some kind of dream or an illusion.

“We should get going. There might be some snow later today.” Aiden got up and took his dishes to the sink.

Almost wordlessly, they washed the dishes and dried them before putting them away. Maggie felt sick with nerves. What if this was the last time she would stand in this kitchen. If the number she called was her mother or something she could not simply say, “Hi, I’m alive but now I’m going to live secretly with two men I only met two days ago.” Even in her present state, she knew that would not be very believable. Questions would be raised as to whether they had some mental hold over her.

If it came down to it, she would leave simply to protect them, and then find a way of returning to them. In her heart, she knew no matter what happened, that this was where she belonged.

Unable to put it off any longer they prepared for the trek to the store. The two men made sure she was dressed warmly. Then Maggie fetched her purse and made sure the telephone number was in it. Glancing at her things one last time before they left, she strained her mind to try to recall anything about it. Still nothing, so they set out to reach the store.

The bears set a good pace, one that she struggled to keep up with. Eventually they had to slow down; either that or they would have to take turns to carry her. Something she did not really want, although the closeness of their warm bodies against hers would have been wonderful.