Angel: Rochon Bears (8 page)

“So?”

“So—it’s attached to a young, shockingly handsome young man that I’m pretty sure you boned last night.”

Becca felt her breath catch while her brain misfired then turned off. No way was Angel out there. She’d finally gotten focused after her trip to the parking lot, and she did not need to start obsessing over him again.

“Are you sure?” Becca whispered hoping that no one else was paying attention to Alicia.

“Well, he’s clearly the guy from last night. I wasn’t half as toasted as you. He’s here asking about Rochon business, and yes it’s him, dork.”

“Oh, gawd. Seriously, why can’t I catch a freaking break today? Hook-ups in small towns are a bad, bad idea. There is no way to get away from running into them at the mini-mart or apparently, at work.”

“Since I’m your best friend. I’ll give you the option of going out and talking to him about his permit or—I’ll do it for you. But I wanted to give you the chance of talking to him.”

“What the hell am I supposed to say? Thanks for the screw?”

“I wouldn’t start with that, but hell, why not. It would be very polite of you to thank him for the multiple orgasms that I can totally tell you had.”

Becca wasn’t about to deny that was true; she just didn’t think she needed to send a thank you card for them.

“I can’t see him. I’d die of embarrassment. Please, please, just give him the approval. Here, I’ve looked over it already, and it’s fine,” she said, pulling the folder out of the stack of Dan’s work she was going through. Finding the file she opened it and grabbed her stamps. Slapping the stamp a little aggressively on the documents she shoved the folder at Alicia.

“All good. No reason to delay any further. Tell him we are sorry that Dan was out, and no one planned for his coverage until they shoved it all on me. No, wait, don’t tell him about me. Just apologize for the delay.” Becca gave her a desperate look and threw in some begging eyes.

“Oh, please. Don’t start with the puppy dog eyes. I just thought you’d like to say howdy. I got this.” Alicia grabbed the folder from her.

Becca knew good and well her friend was tormenting her, and she couldn’t blame her. If the tables were turned, she would probably be poking just as much fun at her.

“Thank you,” she mouthed to her.

Becca watched her friend walk away and resisted the urge to go hide in the bathroom. There was a couch in there, and she could easily settle in until it was time to leave. But really, that wasn’t very adult, and if she was anything it was an adult. Most of the time. Except when she was hooking up with way too young men for her in bars.

“Oh, get back to work,” she grumbled to herself.

“
T
hirty-two
,” Alicia called out when she got back to the counter. She forced herself not to give the young man an up and down. He was too good looking, and her friend was seriously missing out on an amazing opportunity. Of that, she was sure. But she also knew that the young man in front of her probably had never had a real relationship in his life. Becca was in the market for more than a relationship; she wanted her partner for life. Becca wanted to be picking out china patterns followed quickly by picking out colors to paint a nursery.

Even Alicia, though, couldn’t stop her own heart from picking up an extra beat or two when this hunk was close.

“Here, sorry the normal guy has been out. Everything is good. The timber permits are cleared but expect a follow up from the Department of Natural Resources soon. Nothing out of the ordinary; just the usual inspection. The trailer is good to go, just don’t make us come out there and double-check on you,” Alicia said, giving him squinty eyes that weren’t supposed to be intimidating, just mocking.

Taking the folder from her, Angel was about to thank her when he got a whiff of the paperwork. Bringing the folder to his nose, he breathed deep.

Coconut and woman.

Pulling his bear back when he just wanted to roar out, he took another breath of sweetness and let it soak into his lungs. Looking at the paperwork an extra moment to make sure his eyes weren’t glowing with his bear, he tipped his head up to the woman behind the counter.

“Is Becks here?”

Raising her eyebrow, Alicia said, “Becks?”

“Becca. I don’t know her last name. But she’s here, isn’t she?”

The intensity coming off him he was sure was going to start making the woman twitch. He couldn’t hold it back. His bear was very loud in his head, and he knew that smell. It made his cock swell in his jeans, bringing back all the memories of the previous night. It seemed the woman made more of an impression than he remembered.

There was the desire to see her again, sure. But now with her scent back coating his tongue, he wanted to growl and immediately track her down.

“I actually can’t tell you who works here. That would be against our policy.” The woman watched him like she knew something.

“You were there last night, weren’t you?”

“Maybe—” she said hesitantly.

“Yeah, I remember you now. You were with Becks. This folder smells like her. She works here.” It wasn’t a question.

The woman didn’t deny it, and he glanced over her shoulder like he would be able to see her. Could he vault over the counter and hunt her down? Why would he even want to do that, he pondered. Sure, she smelled amazing, and their time together was hands down the best sex of his life. That should be enough reason for him to want to see her again, but it was something else. Something that was tugging at him, causing an ache in his chest that made him feel sick at being apart from her.

What was that about? He’d never had trouble moving on from his sexual encounters. He pleasantly thanked them and wished them well. Most of the time he was so nice about it they didn’t even give him any shit about it. Why this woman was any different, he wasn’t sure.

“I really don’t know what to tell you,” the woman said hesitantly.

Angel could tell Becks’ friend wanted to tell him more but was also doing her best to protect her friend. He could totally respect that, but in this case, his bear was annoyed at the interference.

“Okay, can you tell her I’m looking for her? I’d like to talk to her. Here is my number. Can you give it to her?” He grabbed a pen and tore off a corner of the folder. He jotted down the number and handed it to Alicia.

“Well
if
she worked here, I
may
be able to get her this and a message,” she said, throwing in a wink at the end.

Good, maybe he had an inside track to the woman he was looking for. Having the best friend on your side was always a great place for a man to be.

“Got it,” he said, giving her a nod.

Angel hesitated for a moment then turned and walked out of the building. He decided he didn’t want to wait for her to call him. He needed to see her. His bear needed to see her. Leaving and sitting by the phone was not an option at this point.

Circling the parking lot, he took in the scents until he found a nice, newer model Volkswagen Beetle. It was powder blue and a convertible. That made him smile. Anyone that lived in the Pacific Northwest and bought a convertible was a wishful dreamer. The chances she got to put the top down were few and far between. He could still imagine her doing it, even in the cold. Enough sunshine and he bet she had the top down cruising through the woods.

Now that he’d found her car, the scent of coconut coming off it was unmistakable. He went and moved the work truck nearer to her car and settled in to wait until the end of her shift.

Not wanting to let his Alpha down, he made a call in to update him on the permit situation.

“Great, are you on your way back?” Cage asked.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d like to wait here. The woman I told you about works here. I just need to see her and talk to her. I gave her my number, but she may not call. My bear won’t settle until he sees her.” Angel hoped his Alpha understood the need that was riding him so hard.

Lucky for him, he did.

“Sure, I’ll cover for you. I expect to see you first thing in the morning, though. I want you out running point for Wyatt. He’s got a lot on his plate right now and needs the help. I don’t care what he wants you to do either. Whether it’s food runs or just watching the trees grow, got it?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Angel promised.

Hanging up, he settled against the door of his car. His bear didn’t want to be cooped up inside the work truck. It smelled like sawdust, diesel, and dirt. It hadn’t been cleaned since it was new, an unfortunate side effect of only being driven by guys.

Outside the truck, he smelled trees and Becks. That was a hell of a lot better than his other options.

Angel glanced at his watch and wondered how long he’d have to wait. What the hell was he even going to say to her when he saw her? He was hoping something witty and clever would just come to him. If not that, something that didn’t make him look like the world’s biggest jackass.

He knew he’d been bossy with her in bed, but damn him, she responded to him like a fucking dream. Every sigh, every moan hit him straight in his cock. That part of his body was still hard from the first scent of her in the building.

Even after having sex with her a number of times at the motel, he fell asleep with half a woody like his dick was just pausing for a break.

The first feeling of her pussy wrapping around his cock was like heaven. He hadn’t meant to just jump in, but when she came with his thumb in her ass, he couldn’t wait a second more. So many possibilities came to mind, all the things he wanted to try with her. See how she responded to being led just the way he wanted her to go. He knew it was domineering, but it was the only way he knew how to be.

Outside of bed, he was pretty easy going. In bed, he liked what he liked and didn’t think he needed to compromise. Becks certainly didn’t complain. She begged, pleaded, and ordered him to keep pushing her. She didn’t realize that was what she was doing, but it was her true self coming out.

Not once in her willingness to play did she hesitate or ask him to stop. They were so in sync that it was like the hundredth time they had made love, not the first. Well, the first time he made love. The second time he woke her up by entering her and fucking her awake.

* * *

R
oom
10

“
P
retty girl
, wake up,” he whispered into her ear as he slid his cock between her folds.

She moaned under him and didn’t open her eyes.

“I’ll give you another orgasm if you wake up,” he offered. Moving down to her neck, he sucked on the already marked skin there.

“What?”

Angel heard the quiet, slurred voice in his ear.

“Wake up, baby. I need you again,” he said, nipping her skin then raising above her, his arms on either side of her head.

Normally, he wanted to keep his eyes on her, but it felt so good he kept catching himself closing them and savoring the feelings.

“You have to wake up. You have work to do.”

“Work? Is it morning?” she mumbled.

Laughing, he slid his hand between them and flicked his thumb over her clit knowing it would be sensitive.

He heard her gasp as her body arched under him. “That’s it; not so sleepy now, are you?”

“I was happily sleeping after I came two, wait three times? Whatever, haven’t you had enough?”

“Not of you. You have become quite addictive in a short time. How is that? Are you a witch? Because you’ve cast a spell over me that I’m not sure I want to fight. Your sweet pussy has become my new favorite thing. Better than Christmas, better than Moon Pies, which by the way I normally claim as my first love. But you, you are what I want every day.

“Okay, fine, wrap me up if you must.”

With another laugh and also a position change. Angel hooked his arm around her back under her hips and rolled both of them, so he was on his back, and she was straddling him, his cock deep inside her.

“Oh damn, that’s good,” she moaned, dropping her head back.

“That is good. Even better, I get to lie back while you do all the work,” he said with a growl.

“You may be disappointed. I’m not a big horse rider,” she smarted back.

“You saying my cock is as big as a horse’s? Why thank you; that’s very flattering,” Angel said, his gaze trying to make out the fuzzy outline of her breasts. His hands came up and cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over the tips. They were dry, and he needed to do something about that. Jack-knifing up, he sucked one nipple into his mouth and wetted it, repeating the move to the other one.

Laying back, his thumbs slid easily now over those swollen globes. “These are my second favorite thing now.”

“Hmm, I’d say you were a breast man, but my pussy was your first favorite, and let’s be honest. That’s every man’s favorite thing.”

“True, but here’s a secret; we like to change the order of our favorite things. One day, it might be your pussy, the next the small of your back. Tuesdays, those could be reserved for the backs of your knees. The best thing about a woman is that there are so many delectable parts to obsess about.”

Angel planned on showing no part of Becca less attention than another. The delight of exploring her body was something he found he enjoyed as much as music. Pussy, breasts, ass, even the back of the knees. All parts were up for grabs.

“Back of my knees?”

“Oh yeah, I’d lick and suck on the back of your knees then bend your legs and fuck the crease. Just think how tight you could squeeze my cock.”

“Holy shit, I’ve never heard of that. Is that what they are teaching you kids in school nowadays?”

Angel flexed his hips up burying his cock deeper inside her. “I’m no kid.”

“No, not a kid. All man. You’re all man, Angel.”

“That’s right. I’m all man, and this man wants you to ride him and make him come.”

She started to rotate her hips, dragging her clit over his pubic bone until her pussy dampened over his condom covered cock. She was working hard to make up for her little faux paus.

“Hot, baby you are so hot,” he said, gripping her hips. With his strong arms, he lifted her up off his dick and slid her back down over his rigid length.

“Like that, baby. Nice and slow, work me up just like that,” he ordered.

Becca started to move like he said. Setting a slow, agonizing pace, she squeezed him tight as she came down over him. His hands were still at her hips until she had settled into the pace he wanted. One of his hands slid around and slowly started circling over her clit. Not touching it, just tormenting the flesh around it. Pulling and tugging on the swollen skin. It was better than direct contact. It was a gentle burn that built, and he stoked the fire to a peak where she wasn’t sure she could finish him off on top.

“I don’t know If I can get you there,” she admitted.

“Oh, I’m already there, Becks. I’m holding off until you come. But you aren’t there yet.”

“No, really, I am,” she tried. He’d woken her up half primed, and the slow pull on parts of her that were hypersensitive now he knew was like a ticking time bomb.

“You know how I like it. Hold off. If I can, you can,” he said, pulling his thumbs out form her clit, stretching the little bundle of nerves.

“You’re evil,” she moaned but held off like he asked.