Joel (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 5) (30 page)

Lorne paused for a second, and found herself thrown slightly off-centre. Usually, she was good at keeping her real feelings hidden-presenting a cool front to people until she'd made her mind up about who to let in and who to shut out. But Sam could see right through her, and that was both terrifying and amazing in equal measure. She looked at him, sitting there, opposite her, on the blanket, the wind echoing distantly off the walls of the cave, and bit her lip. And she knew it was a calculated move, but that didn't make it any less satisfying when Sam leant forward and pressed his lips against her's.
 

Just like Sam himself, the kiss felt electrifyingly…new. His tongue slipped hungrily past her lips, his hand snaking up to cut the back of her neck, and she felt almost dizzy with excitement. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had sex, let alone the last time she'd hooked up in a cave in the middle of a storm while being pursued by a pack of shifter wolves. Yeah, it was probably the stupidest thing they could possibly have done at that particular second, but Lorne was tired of always doing everything the right way, always making the most logical choice. All she wanted was to feel his tongue in her mouth, at that moment, and why shouldn't she take what she wanted, just this one time?
 

He pulled her over on top of him, and she parted her legs to straddle him, feeling his erection pressing through his jeans and against her. They ground together, making out like teenagers, which was, incidentally, exactly what Lorne felt like, having spent most of her adolescence fantasizing about getting past first base with a cute shifter boy. It felt good to let go and indulge that side of her, even if she had done so much to shut off her whimsical side in the last decade or so. His hands ran up and down her back, and seemed to leave a trail of sparks wherever they brushed her.
 

"Look, I would insist you get naked right now, but I don’t want you to end up with hypothermia," Sam drew back, tilting his head towards the wind and rain outside. "But I really, really want to fuck you."

"Hey, there's plenty more we can do with our clothes on," she countered, running her mouth along his throat. "Before we fuck, of course."
 

"Mmmm," he groaned, and pulled her face back down to his, his tongue pushing hard into her mouth once again. He flipped her over, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and raised her hips to meet him. They were grinding against each other hard, trying to find any kind of relief they could, their bodies already aching with desire.
 

Lorne slid her hand down, into his jeans, and massaged his cock through his underwear. She pulled back slightly to watch his expression, the slight v that formed between his eyebrows as he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. Lorne couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on, the last time she'd needed someone the way she needed Sam, right then, right there. He slipped a hand up her shirt, skimming his fingers at the underside of her bra and she let out a moan of appreciation.
 

He reached up and yanked down the cups of her bra, exposing her beneath her shirt; he ever-so-lightly raked his nails across her bare breasts, tickling her lightly, before pinching her nipple hard and making her squeal. The noises were lost to the wind outside, and Lorne prayed that they wouldn't get rudely interrupted.

She slipped her hand under his boxers, and took her time wrapping her fingers around his thick cock and massaging it up and down. His breath grew heavier in her ear, and she grinned with satisfaction-knowing that he wanted her as much as she wanted him was turning her on more than anything else. He placed a hand lightly against her stomach, skimming his fingers up and down the top of her jeans, and she arced her hips up, encouraging him to go further.
 

"You want me to?" He asked softly, pushing just his thumb under her waistband and lightly pulling it up, allowing it to snap down gently against her skin.

She could only manage a nod, so he rolled down next to her, and lifted her leg so that it was over his. She continued to jerk him off, reveling in the feeling of his cock growing harder beneath her touch. She stared at him intently as he slid his hand back down, beneath her jeans, cupping her lightly through her panties. Just feeling the heat of his hand against her was tantalizing, the cold of the wind outside made for an intense contrast. She wrapped her leg further around him and drew him closer, begging him with her eyes to go further, to go deeper.
 

After skimming his fingers up and down the bare skin either side of her panties for a moment longer, he hooked his fingers around the thin fabric and pushed his fingers inside of her. Lorne threw her head back in silent ecstasy, pushing her hips towards his hand. He slid his fingers in and out of her, and she slid her hand round to his butt to pull him closer. Their lips found each other again, in a sweeter, slower kiss, as Sam fucked her gently with his hand. Their bodies were rocking against each other, the blanket rubbing up against Lorne's bare skin, and she tried to cast her mind back to the last time she'd had sex anywhere other than a bed. She came up blank, and half-wondered why she hadn't thought to try this before. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew why, she knew it was because someone like Sam had to come smashing into her life and tip upside down everything she was certain she knew about herself. She felt another jolt of arousal lance through her body as it really clicked what was happening, her and Sam, then, there, in the cold and the wind and the terrible, life-threatening danger. She titled her head and kissed him even deeper, as if she half-wanted to swallow him whole.
 

Sam moved his fingers slightly, changing his rhythm to shallower, faster thrusts, as he lowered his head to press his lips against Lorne's neck. She gripped his hair, holding him in place, her eyes squeezed shut, she could already feel her climax building, as if it was suddenly coming into focus. Suddenly, she felt her body shudder in his arms, as she erupted around him, her pussy clenching tight around his fingers. He slowly pulled his hand away from her pussy, but she knew she needed more, and soon.
 

"Fuck me?" She gasped, "I'm on the pill, I just need-"

Without a word, Sam flipped her over and yanked her jeans down another few inches, exposing her. She could feel his heart pounding through his chest, against her back, and gasped as his lips found her ear.
 

"Like this?" He asked, and she could feel his erection pressing up against her ass as he waited for her response.

"Uh-huh," was all she could manage in response. She was so used to being completely in control, but here she was, happy to hand over the power to him for the time being. He pressed his cock against her slit, and slowly eased himself inside of her, until he was buried up to the hilt. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and let out a long breath, tickling her neck as he did so.
 

Lorne bit her lip, she had never felt so full in all her life, never so satisfied from someone just entering her. He slowly began to move, slipping in and out, and she twisted her head round so she could press her lips against his once again. She could taste the ocean air on his lips-salty and biting, and it only made her crave him more. He pulled her leg up, allowing himself even deeper access, and she wrapped herself around him, urging him on.
 

"I can't believe we're doing this," Lorne panted, closing her eyes and focusing of the sensation of his cock inside her.

"Me neither," Sam breathed, one hand sliding up her body to fondle at her breasts once again. "This is maybe the stupidest sex I've ever had."

"Oh, for sure," Lorne agreed, wrapping her leg over his and pushing her hips back to meet him.
 

"We're not stopping, are we?"
 

"Fuck, no," she murmured, feeling another orgasm growing inside her already. "
Fuck,
no."

Sam increased his pace, fucking her hard, hard enough that they could hear the sound of their flesh meeting echoing off the walls of the cave. He tweaked her nipple between his fingers, and she let out a small, strangled cry, her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, coming from nowhere, and even more explosive than the last. She tightened around him, enjoying the feeling of her pussy milking his dick with such ferocity. He groaned as he felt her come and, soon enough, she felt his cock twitch inside her as he reached his own climax.
 

He continued thrusting into her for a few moments, shallow, soft, lazy movements, as if he never wanted to pull out of her. Once he came to a stop, they lay together for a few minutes, their breathing falling back to normal, before he withdrew.

"Huh," Lorne said, almost to herself, as she quickly pulled up her jeans and rearranged herself.
 

"What?"

"Just…not something I'd normally do, is all." She shrugged.
 

"To be fair, I don't think many people make a habit of banging in caves on tropical islands while hunting out a pack of wolves," Sam pointed out, and Lorne giggled, feeling a little giddy.
 

"Yeah, you're right," she rolled over towards him, and pressed her lips against his. "I think we should be the first."

"The first to what?"

"Make a habit of it," she replied coyly. Sam grinned, then pulled her back into a kiss. Lorne could just feel the stirrings of desire begin again, when a sound echoed through the cave, a deep, booming roar. Sam's head snapped up.

"What is it?" She demanded, watching as he gathered his things.
 

"It's one of the others. They've found them."
 

FIN

Breakwater: Rick

Star Bears II

by

Becca Fanning

Dalos XI was one of the few cities that could boast to being as stunning as the stars around it. The capital of colony world, it seemed to consist entirely of glass and light. In addition to being breathtakingly beautiful, it was also famous for having a peerless security force resulting in very little crime, especially for a port-and-trade city. People travelled light years to explore the peaceful, picturesque metropolis. It was the sort of place one could look at and think “we did it, the future is here,” a shining love letter to human civilization in glass and chrome.

“Shit,” Zosha hissed to herself as she crawled through a vent in the anterior security station. “Shit, shit, shit, don’t be a dead end, don’t be a—oh, mother
fucker
.”

She rested her head against the rough material of her pack, trying to convince herself that she should keep moving instead of just giving up then and there. In the end, the horror stories she’d heard from duct runners back on Lytos about the dangers of staying still too long won over the desire to accept her fate. Carefully, she turned herself around and began crawling back down the tunnel, pushing her bag ahead of her.

“I blame you for this entirely,” she muttered.

“Are you talking to me?” a bored-sounding voice drawled over the comm link. “Because if so, I’d like to remind you that this mess is not my doing.”

“Me being lost in this fucking metal labyrinth is,” Zosha groused. “I wanted to take my chances with a forged ID, but no, you wanted me to do it the hard way.”

“As much as I hate to cast aspersions on your impressive array of unlawful talents, there’s no way you could have gotten yourself an ID capable of fooling even a rookie Sixer,” Spinner replied. “And with my current schedule I couldn’t have gotten you a workable one in time. Chin up, darling, you’re almost out. Take the next left.”

“See, you telling me that the first time would have made this a lot easier,” Zosha said, making the turn. “Honestly, if you’re going to force me into the vents you could at least make sure I don’t get lost. I think I’d rather just get my throat slit by Lan Doro than die in here.”

“Zosha, I am in the process of crumbling a regime,” Spinner said, sounding mildly affronted. “I can’t just drop everything to hold your hand because you picked the wrong man’s pocket. Besides, Lan Doro would never simply slit your throat. With what you stole? He’s going to make you an example. Turn right.”

Zosha grumbled but complied. “Is it too late to hitchhike to some agriculture world and settle down with a nice lumberjack?”

“You’d die of boredom in a week. Alright, see the light? That’s your exit. I’m going to put the cameras on loop until you’re in the clear. On my go.”

While Spinner worked whatever magic he used on the camera, Zosha made sure her gloves were intact after crawling around the vent and reached awkwardly around her bag, multitool in hand. She began to work on the screws holding the vent screen in place, wincing as the electric current hit her. On any other job she’d use an E-pulse to knock out the defense mechanism but she couldn’t risk security noticing that one of the vents was malfunctioning. Even if they assumed it was just a maintenance error and sent a handyman instead of a guard, she was in trouble. Anyone spotting her, no matter who it was, could get her killed. She couldn’t afford to relax until she was out of the system. As it were, she relied on her gloves to take the brunt of the electricity and worked fast. It was difficult because she was working from the wrong side, but she’d had plenty of practice and in short order the screen came loose. She grabbed onto it to stop it from falling and waited for Spinner to tell her to act.