Owen (BBW Western Bear Shifter Romance) (Rodeo Bears Book 2) (162 page)

“Hold on, you’ve gummed up the works with your report?” Jess asked.
 

“Yup,” Valerie smiled as Kyle kissed her temple and put his arm around her shoulders.

“That’s my girl,” he said proudly and Valerie felt her heart flutter in her chest.
 

“They will have to do a full environmental impact survey and those take time. I’ll send a copy of the report to your grandpa, Kyle, if you give me his email address. That way if they do anything without that report you can report them to the authorities. It won’t hold them off for long, but maybe it will buy enough time.”
 
She shrugged.

“You can send it to me,” Kyle said. “Is this girl a genius or what?”

He turned to her then and took her face in his hands and kissed her. She melted into him as all his friends made the usual mocking noises, but she didn’t care at all.
 

It was cold outside, but warm inside by the fire. Kyle had invited Valerie over for a celebratory dinner. She arrived at his cabin at seven pm, having traded in the stupid sedan for an SUV and followed his hand drawn directions.
 

“You really should draw better,” she said with mock anger. “I wasn’t sure which one of the bazillion giant trees to turn at.”
 

Kyle pulled her into his arms when he opened the door. Valerie felt her jacket slip to the floor.
 

“I brought wine,” she said holding up a bottle of Merlot.
 

Kyle took it, looked at it and put it on the kitchen counter. The whole cabin, apart from the bedroom and bathroom was open plan and heated by a huge fire roaring in the grate. The night was clear and crisp with frost.
 

Closing the door Kyle buried his face in her hair. “You smell good enough to eat,” he said.
 

“Well,” she said and smiled.
 

It was all he needed.
 

Kyle kissed her. Valerie closed her eyes and felt herself sail off on a sea of pleasure. He tasted of salt and something sweet and tangy. His lips were soft and met hers with a hunger that mirrored her own desire to have him.
 

The kisses moved, all down her neck and shoulders. Where clothing got in the way it was removed so that the lips could continue their exploration of her. Kyle was in no hurry and although Valerie could smell dinner cooking away merrily on the stove, she felt no desire to eat it. All she wanted was Kyle.
 

He lifted her into his arms and placed her backside on the kitchen counter. His lips were finding her again as her shirt and bra fell to the floor. He ran his fingers over her breasts, playing with the nipples.
 

Valerie reached up under his shirt and felt the tight, hard muscles of his chest and abdomen. His skin was silky smooth and he had fine chest hair that she twirled her fingers in. The volcano was building again, deep within her and Valerie was afraid it would consume her.
 

Then Kyle took one of her nipples into his mouth and his hand slid down her body to her jeans. He undid them and pulled them off her discarding them on the floor. Valerie wanted him so badly she was aching for him. She fumbled his jeans open and pushed them down, her mouth finding his in a blind need to have him inside her.
 

Off the counter now he carried her to the bedroom and threw her gently onto the matress and then he was on top of her. Gently he eased her panties down and off and then slid his hand back up her thigh.
 

Two fingers slid into her and sent electric shocks through her whole body. Had it really been this long since someone did that? Valerie knew it was. She bore down on his hand rocking back and forth as he slid his fingers in and out of her.
 

She slid her hand into this boxers and found him hard and waiting. She took him into her mouth and licked and sucked him, working the shaft with her hand. He groaned and laced his free hand in her hair. They moved and his fingers slid out of her. Valerie felt a pang of disappointment but she kept on pulling sounds of desire from his lips.
 

Then suddenly Kyle pulle himself out of her mouth and lifting her up placed her on his lap. She felt him slide into her and all she could do as the joy filled her was hold on to him for dear life. She was sinking in a sea of lust and desire for this one man and it was going to consume her. She felt lightheaded, out of control and it both excited and scared her. There was no telling where she ended and Kyle began in the writhing mass of hair and skin and sweat that they were.
 

She was on her back now, him above her. And then she was on top, riding him like a stallion, pulling every groan and moan of pleasure from his throat as she moved.
 

But it was all coming to a head too quickly. She was going to explode. Kyle seemed to know this he flipped her over entering her from behind. She felt him deeper than before and it only served to make her more excited.
 

And then it came like a volcano erupting. The orgasm leveled cities and laid waste to her mind, tossing her emotions into a choppy sea. Utterly spent they collapsed together on the rumpled bed sheets and panting crawled into each other’s arms.
 

After a while Kyle kissed her and then said. “So about that dinner?”

Valerie laughed, “But we just had desert.”
 

“Nope, ma’am we did not,” Kyle said shaking his head. “This was the appetizer.”
 

Oh, boy!

As Kyle rose, naked, and went to get them each a glass of wine, Valerie lay back and smiled. She felt so free and loved, happy in the moment. But she knew it was only a moment and that all too soon the wolf would literally be at the door again. But for now, for this precious moment, the wolf was in chains and she was free to love this man.
 

Bucking Bearback

Bear Ranchers Book V

by

Becca Fanning

Jeanie Buchanan found herself surrounded by pine and spruce. She loved spending time out in nature and it seemed that Sun Valley was as close to authentic nature as you could get nowadays. Birds sang around her as the breeze whispered in the trees. She stood for a moment and closed her eyes. Life was oozing out of the ground all around her as her feet crunched the needles that carpeted the forest floor. Behind her the mountains rose into the sky. It was beginning to get chilly in these parts and she zipped her jacket closed.
 

Strands of her long auburn hair waved in the breeze that carried a hint of ice. If she dragged this Environmental Impact Assessment out she might be able to get her company to sponsor her being here through the winter. She loved winter in the mountains. But it was quite clear that they really wanted a rush on things.
 

Petersen-Snow was a huge client of the Wilkes Environment Assessment Agency who were her current employers. Her manager, George Chavez, had made it abundantly clear that any deviation or delay would see Jeanie out on her ass. She couldn’t help that she did her job properly. It wasn’t her fault that she felt a sense of obligation to actually visit the sites before they became office blocks, mine dumps or landfills, or whatever else their clients had in mind. With Jeanie there was no compromise and she didn’t care about politics. She was however becoming vaguely aware that perhaps she should start to care about those things, if she planned to stay employed.

Originally from Chicago, Illinois, she had moved to New York right after graduating with the promise of work at Wilkes. She had been there for five years now and she thought she did a good job, but lately her manager had been irritated with her thoroughness.
 

George would often berate her for her travel account, her reports that were always more than competent and complete, and her flagrant disregard for specific instructions to ignore certain things.

“It’s not that you’re not good at your job, Jeanie. You’re too good,” he would complain. “You just don’t have to turn over each rock in the place to see if there’s some endangered species of butterfly or something.”
 

“Well, George, turning over each rock is kind of what this is about. And you will never find a butterfly under one. Unless some total douche has put it there,” she would retort.
 

And so it would go.
 

This time she was told to go out to Sun Valley, look around and then approve the deal.
 

Jeanie Buchannan had other ideas.
 

She took out her camera. Yes, she could use her phone, but she loved her Canon with its awesome zoom lens and it went everywhere with her anyway. Sighting through the eyepiece Jeanie captured the light as it slanted through the leaves turning the world around her a lovely shade of green. It was so peaceful here. She could forget just about everything. And even better, there was no mobile phone service here. No signal. It was like stepping back into the eighties but without the bad hair.
 

The Canon clicked with great self-satisfaction as she took pic after pic. There were colorful birds and small animals in the brush that she caught glimpses of through the lens. Then suddenly she saw something out of the corner of her eye.
 

It was big and black. Jeanie started in surprise.
 

She turned but there was nothing there just tree trunks. Jeanie smiled to herself. Alone in a spooky forest and her mind was already playing tricks on her.
 

“No more horrors for you,” she told herself aloud.
 

She sighted through the lens. There it was again the movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned and saw nothing but trees.
 

Then she heard something in front of her and she turned her head.

This time she saw it properly. A big black bear was standing not ten yards from her. He was huge and shaggy with a thick, luxuriant coat. He raised his muzzle in the air and sniffed. She was down wind. Well that would make things interesting. If the bear decided she was food, well then that was it. That would certainly spell the end of her. There was no way that Jeanie was going to make it to her car that she’d left up on the side of the road. Not unless she suddenly morphed into Hussein Bolt, which was unlikely.

The bear turned his shaggy head and bellowed. It was a raw, guttural sound that just emanated power. Jeanie let out an involuntary whimper as she stood transfixed. The roar was answered a moment later from behind her. Jeanie turned very slowly as though she was standing in treacle. Out from behind the trunks of the trees a big black shape lumbered. It wasn’t alone. It had two little black shapes in tow and they were heading right for Jeanie.
 

She knew they could see her and smell her but the bears didn’t seem to care that she was standing there. Carefully Jeanie lifted the camera to her eye and focused the lens. She just about sighed with the sight. What a pic! This close to a mother bear and her babies. She had seen amazing photos taken by people who were in the right place at the right time, and had always lamented the fact that it was never her. Jeanie just had no luck with capturing the prize winning photo, or being in the right place at exactly the right time. But maybe today, maybe right now she was in the right place. Finally!

The mother bear and her cubs were walking towards her. She was an amateur and getting this shot would certainly put her Instagram account right up there with Clark Little’s. Jeanie wished the damn Canon would click quieter. She didn’t want to disturb the bears. The mother bear was grunting to one of her cubs who was loping close to her. The other smaller one was gamboling around the tree trunks.
 

Eventually the mother bear stopped walking and growled at the little bear who quickly rushed over to his mother. Jeanie caught the whole thing clicking away, a series of images that she was sure were spectacular and unique. It was amazing.
 

They were getting closer and closer.

Every instinct in Jeanie was telling her to run away now. Climb, run, panic! Where? Where could she run to that wouldn’t make the bears chase her? No, she had to keep her head. Just breathe. Jeanie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Running wouldn’t save her. If she was about to die by bear then there was nothing she could do about it. Of course there hadn’t been any overtly aggressive behavior from the bears. If anything they didn’t seem to care that she was in the woods at all. Even the large one that was now behind her off in the trees, seemed undisturbed by her presence. Perhaps the people here were no threat to the creatures and so the bears didn’t worry about them.
 

Jeanie stood mouth open, clicking away on her camera as the bears walked right passed her. They were so close if she’d reached out a hand she would have run her fingers through the mother bear’s fur. It was amazing.
 

The mother and her cubs met up with the other big bear. There were grunts and nuzzlings as though in greeting. This was unusual to say the least. Bears were only social when they were young or mating. They didn’t stay in family groups and male bears could be especially bad tempered and violent. But this one nuzzled the cubs and then as one creature they all turned to look at Jeanie as though posing for a family portrait, the parents behind the babies.