Rancher Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Romance (Bear Haven Book 2) (4 page)

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onnie didn’t know
what she’d expected when she’d shown up at Jesse’s front door, asking for sex. But it wasn’t this.

He loved her?

She screwed up her brows in confusion. “You can’t love me. You barely know me.”

“Bears can have fated mates,” he said gruffly, looking unbearably handsome as he set her gently down on the bed and then started to unbutton the top of his work shirt, making her mouth water.

He was such a big, beautiful specimen of a man. Bear shifters really were something else.

“When we see them, we know they’re ours,” he said. “We feel a deep love for them that can’t really be equated to human love. It’s a possessiveness, a state of belonging. It’s been torturing me since I met you and found you were promised to another man.” His bright-blue eyes were blazing heat. “But I had to wait for fate to work things out. You’re my mate, and I knew you'd come to me.”

He shed his shirt, revealing a beautiful, tanned torso worthy of a male stripper. He unbuttoned his jeans and left them like that, revealing a trail of dark-blond hair that made Bonnie swallow nervously at how much she wanted to see what was lower.

“How did you know?” she asked, scooting back as he came onto the bed.

“I just did,” he said. “I can’t explain it.” He backed her up until she was on her back, nearly at the headboard, and he was over her, one hand on either side of her head, hot and virile and ready to go.

She found the thought of being dominated by all that male strength unbelievably hot.

“But what if we can’t breed?” she asked. “What if the species thing…”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, though. Breeding or not, you’re it for me. If not you, I wouldn’t be with anyone, so no point in thinking about it.”

She didn’t even know what to make of that. She couldn’t make him any promises other than she wouldn’t go running back to Seth on her own.

She’d had it with him.

“You’re so overwhelming,” she said, leaning in to bite the skin of his neck as he let out a groan. She dug her nails into his back. “You keep coming at me, saying I’m yours. Confusing me with this mates thing.”

His muscles felt incredible, soft and hard at the same time and so big. He pressed down against her, melding his hard chest with her soft breasts and she let out a sigh at the satisfactory feel of his weight.

“I know,” he said. “I don’t know how to do anything halfway.”

“I’m not making any promises,” she said.

“I’m not claiming you,” he said. “Yet. When you realize you’re mine, you have to do it on your own. Not feel like I’m pressuring you.” He licked the shell of her inner ear, making her shudder. “But I’m going to give you what you asked for. I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing.”

“Okay,” she said, feeling an ache inside her she’d never felt before with Seth. She literally felt there was a space inside her that Jesse needed to fill. That would ache forever until he was there, joined with her.

She writhed against him, pressing her hips to his, but he put a hand down, slowing her.

“We have to wait,” he said. “You’re probably tight down there, and I’m… not easy to accommodate.”

She flushed and nodded, and then jealousy flooded though her. “Have you been with someone?”

He nodded, eyes wary. “I have. I didn’t know I had a mate.”

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. We aren’t together. It shouldn’t matter.”

“Hush,” he said. “It’s okay if it does. But there’s been no one but you since I met you.”

She nodded, feeling mollified by that slightly. “Okay.”

“I need to make you ready first, okay?” he asked.

She suddenly felt nerves well up in her. “Okay.”

“I know this is going to be awkward, but I need to ask how far Seth went with you,” Jesse said, kneeling over her in just those tight, open-at-the-top jeans that pressed so hard against his gigantic, tight thighs.

“I… just making out,” she said.

“Did you ever get wet?” he asked, raising a blond eyebrow as he took a band off his wrist with his teeth and tied his hair back tight into a short queue.

“I… don’t know…” she said.

He grinned, looking slightly wolfish as he did. “Then you didn’t.”

She wanted to tell him she’d gotten wetter kissing him in the barn than she’d ever been with Seth, but she decided to keep that particular thought to herself. Jesse already seemed way too confident.

“I guess not,” she said.

“Let me see if I do it,” he said, pushing her robe aside and leaving her bared in her nightgown. He shoved it up around her waist and gave a pleased look at her panties before dipping a finger inside.

A smile lit his face as he withdrew his finger and sucked it into his mouth, keeping those blazing blue eyes on her all the time. In his tanned face, they looked like fire, blue flames. He had oddly dark lashes that gave them a sultry look. The kind of lashes women would kill for.

But from his hulking shoulders to his rippling abs, Jesse McAllister was definitely all man.

He leaned over her, kissing her lips as he explored with his finger again. “You’re wet for me already. I love that.”

She murmured in embarrassment against his lips, but he caught her words and stifled them with a swift, erotic swipe of his tongue over the entirety of her mouth, and she sighed at the feel of it as the tip of his finger played over her heat, swirling over a sensitive spot with a playful gentleness.

“Have you ever pleased yourself?” he asked.

She bit her lips. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said. “You should have had all the pleasure in the world. Now I’m going to give it to you.”

She swallowed as his finger played more boldly, running over and around her clit as he explored the pressure she liked. She showed him with small gasps and moans, little writhes of her body, rewarding him when he found just what she liked.

All too soon he was a pro, his deft finger swirling over her and sending her rushing headlong toward an orgasm faster than she ever had in her life.

She reached up to grab him with her arms, not wanting to be alone at this moment, when so much feeling was about to come, and he grinned, eyes burning and pleased.

“That’s it. Hang on,” he said. “I’m here to ride the storm with you.”

She groaned as the peak hit, arching as ecstasy flooded her, so strong it was almost painful. His breaths were harsh as he watched her, ecstasy reflected in his eyes just from giving her pleasure.

The sight of him there, commanding, demanding, was so hot she nearly went again.

But she didn’t until he began stroking against her again as she still trembled in the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm of her life. He kissed her deeply, swirling his tongue deep in her mouth, against hers, in a promise of what was to come when he finally went inside her. He pressed hard over her just as she hit the peak, and she went tumbling over the edge with him, freefalling into beautiful pleasure that was unlike everything she’d ever felt.

It felt like he was taking her higher and higher, freewheeling with her into this new world, patient all the way.

And he was so hot, so gorgeous that she was impatient to see all of him. Panting, she reached for the top of his pants.

“Not so fast, wildcat,” he murmured, reaching lower with his finger and dipping into her, testing her wetness. “I need to know I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t care,” she said, thrusting up against him, needing him out of his pants and inside her. The animal inside her had woken and needed her mate.

“Just wait,” he said, dipping his whole finger inside her and lighting up nerve endings she didn’t know she had. She arched against him, loving the feeling but needing more of it. “Damn, if you keep being this hot, I’m going to lose it in my pants like a schoolboy. And I’ll never forgive you if you make me do that,” he teased.

“I don’t care. Just hurry,” she grated out, tugging at his waistband as he felt inside her with one and then two fingers, stretching her, testing her.

She didn’t care what he did as long as he was inside her, now. She growled as she tugged harder on him, but he was still feeling inside her, gently stroking.

With a ferocious growl she bucked against him, knocking him off her and reversing their positions.

His blue eyes widened as her nails lengthened to claws while she straddled him, reaching for his jeans.

He started trying to push himself back, but before he could, she’d run a long nail down either side of his pants, tearing them off and baring him to her. His huge member sprang free, and the cat in her meowed.

She shed her nightgown and rubbed herself over him, arching like a cat in heat. She didn’t care anymore. The animal in her was awake and she was in charge.

Bonnie would finally have what she’d wanted from the moment she’d seen this handsome cowboy.

And after all, they didn’t call this position cowboy style for nothing. She tore off her panties, ignoring his shocked expression, his harsh breath as she lowered herself over him, not happy until he was sheathed fully inside her, stretching her from every angle and making the ache in her abate.

Pain shot through her, intermingled with pleasure, and she panted as she waited for her body to adjust.

He was staring at her with lowered brows and pursed lips, but she could see the heat in his eyes, the tightness in his muscles.

Then he broke into a smile and raised his hands to run them over her waist and feel her breasts. “Looks like my little wildcat finally broke free.”

She simply growled at him and tried to figure out what to do next.

“You feeling okay?” he asked, looking unbearably handsome beneath her. His hips fit perfectly under hers, his waist amazing under her hands, and his gorgeous face amused by this turn of events, as long as she was okay.

She nodded curtly, still overwhelmed by the soothing yet intense feel of him inside her.

“Want me to keep going?” he asked.

She nodded, and he reached for her waist, gently lifting her while pulling back with his hips. She gritted her teeth together as pleasure shot through her, as his head rubbed a particular spot that was hungry for him. Then he set her back down, plunging into her with speed and precision that had her gasping and then moaning at how good it felt.

He groaned and then gently lifted her off of him and set her beside him. The next second, he’d reversed their position on the bed.

He kissed her on the forehead, stifling her protest. “Not that I don’t appreciate that your wildcat wants me, but I think it’s best if I’m on top for this, at least the first time.”

She nodded, impatient to have him again. But she needn’t have been, because the next moment he was stroking smoothly inside her, his shoulder muscles tensing as he carefully guided them together.

Dammit, why did that feel so good? She bit the top of her fist, and he grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he said.

She nodded. She arched, loving the feel of being restrained, being pinned beneath him with his weight over her and his thickness inside her.

“I’m going to move now,” he said.

A few strands of blond hair had escaped to frame his face, and he was flushed with exertion. Bonnie had never seen anything hotter in her life.

“You tell me if anything isn’t all right.”

She bit her lip and nodded, not caring what he did as long as he got moving, now.

He pulled out slowly, and then pushed inside, lighting her up with the friction between them.

“Oh, Jesse,” she said. “Maybe I could be your mate after all.”

He grinned at that, then pulled out and pushed back in again. She felt stretched to her limit, oddly whole in a way that was new. Like they were suddenly one person. One amazing-feeling person.

He moved again, and she arched against him impatiently. When he raised an eyebrow, she thrust against him.

“Faster,” she said.

He sighed and then nodded. “I was trying not to make you sore tomorrow.”

“I don’t care if I can’t walk,” she rasped out as he sped up, heightening the pleasure inside her. She was racing toward something impossible, hot as wildfire and just as quick moving, and she wasn’t going to give up until she got there.

“Your wish is my command,” he said, upping the rhythm between them to a feverish pace.

Bonnie loved the feel of their bodies slapping together, the hot scent in the air, and the hard feel of his flesh and just how right everything was, both to the animal and the woman who'd been waiting inside her.

“I love you,” she spat out as he neared her climax. “I don’t know how, but I do.”

“I love you too,” he said, and then he stroked hard and she felt herself go, shooting off like a firework, exploding into a million pieces of burning-hot light.

“Jesse!” she screamed, arching against his body as he came over her with a grunt. Then she felt his body jerk against her, spilling his seed inside her, warm and hot. She thrust against him, trying to wring out every last drop of pleasure and cum.

Damn, she loved how he felt. She’d never get over this.

She thrust and thrust until the last pieces of her pleasure ebbed, leaving her with a peaceful contentment until she realized Jesse was looking tense, leaning over her, propped on his hands with his head lowered, hair falling in front of his face as he looked up at her with guilty eyes.

She pushed up on her elbows to look at him. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He slowly closed his eyes and then opened them again. He looked her over with tenderness in his expression that was quickly replaced by something hard, like guilt.

She blinked and thought through what had happened. “Is it because we didn’t use protection?” she asked, scooting back on the bed as he pulled out of her and grabbed a towel to wipe her up.

He was being so quiet now, and watching the huge man appearing so out of it was really bothering her.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I can’t get pregnant. It’s not my time.”

He gave her a short look and then nodded, cleaning up. Then he sighed and flopped on the bed.

She gave him a troubled look, and then he came around her, wrapping her in his huge arms and making her feel safe and warm, just has he had every time he touched her.