Sam (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 2) (48 page)

Kurt had chosen the venue, just like Big Al promised. He and Stacey walked up the steep hiking trail that led to the dirt bowl, a little before midnight. There were voices ahead, whispering frantically to one another. When they reached the very top of the rise, Stacey saw a collection of greasy men and women who had come to bet and watch the fight. They stood in groups around the rim of the dirt bowl, some peering down into its depths. To combat the darkness, someone had set a large lantern aglow in the bowl’s center. It lit the place up like an arena, and Kurt was to be its gladiator.

“You don’t have to-” Stacey began, but Kurt cut her off.

“I do,” he said, “and you know it.”

The men he was intending to fight had already scrambled down into the bowl. They were stripped to the waist, revealing muscles just as well-defined as Kurt’s, and they appeared to be stretching and preparing themselves to take on a shifter. One, Stacey noticed, was patting down the legs of his pants.

“Weapons,” she murmured to Kurt, “I told you.”

“Don’t panic,” Kurt replied, though his face was anything but calm. “I’ve got claws of my own, remember?”

Stacey had only ever seen Kurt’s bear form once, in the very spot where he was about to do battle. She remembered those huge claws digging into the earth, and she realized at least that Kurt would be able to escape if he needed to. That was some small consolation, for the more she looked at the four men in the dirt bowl, the less she trusted them to fight according to the terms.

“Ladies and gentlemen, gather ‘round,” Big Al called in a hoarse voice. “Final bets, please. The competitor is here, and we’ll begin as soon as he transforms.”

He waved a large hand at Kurt, indicating the bowl. Beside him, faithful as ever, Jack shot Stacey and Kurt a withering look. It was strange to see him and feel so detached. It had barely taken a week for Stacey’s whole life to change. She felt a thumb and finger gently take hold of her chin, turning her face until she was looking into Kurt’s deep golden eyes. He looked serious, the carefree grin gone, and she would have given anything to have it back.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” he assured her. His voice was low and level, yet she couldn’t bring herself to believe him.

“Sure,” she said shakily.

Kurt leaned in and kissed her. His warmth cut through the darkness of the night, and he held her close as their passion made the world melt away for a moment. In his embrace, Stacey could believe anything. She could see their future in a way she’d never dared to imagine before. When he broke away, and reality came caving in again, she felt like he’d taken part of her with him. Stacey watched, devastated, as Kurt scrambled down into the bowl.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jack announced over the crowd, “the odds just went up on death in the ring. Absolute final wagers please.”

He’d done it on purpose, and Stacey knew it was meant to frighten her. She kept her eyes on Kurt instead, blocking everything else out to watch him prepare. He had stripped off his shirt and put it to one side, kicking off his shoes and socks to add to the pile. When he let his pants slide away, the crowd and Stacey gave a gasp. He hadn’t bothered with underwear – Stacey supposed the transformation would have ripped it to shreds anyway – and he stood naked before his foes. Exposed, and totally true to himself. And when he looked back over his shoulder, up the hill to where Stacey stood, the grin was firmly back in place.

His transformation was swift. The crack of bones landed like thunder, echoing off the walls of the dirt bowl. His human frame was illuminated by the lantern light as he arched his back, suddenly growing in size. Fur sprouted everywhere, obscuring skin, until he was a giant ball of tawny hair. Then the limbs came, powerful legs with clawed paws thumping into the ground. Kurt let out a roar and stood on his hind legs, and his four intended foes seemed to give a moment’s pause. Big Al would never let them back down now, Stacey knew it. The fight was on.

One of the men had attained a length of rope, those designed to restrain the bear. He kept his distance, trying to lasso the rope over Kurt’s head, but he was sharp on reflexes. His huge head swayed side to side, avoiding the loop expertly. When he suddenly lunged forward, all his weight on his front paws, the ground gave a mighty shake and one of the men fell over. Kurt sat on his legs, and the man gave a squeal as he struggled to be free. Some people in the crowd were laughing; others clutched their tickets angrily. Stacey folded her arms with confidence. If they had bet against Kurt winning this, then they needed to think again.

But it was just that kind of overconfidence that gamblers always had in the moment before things went wrong. The man who’d been patting his pockets earlier had hung back at first, but now he suddenly made a run for the bear. Kurt was too busy enjoying playful swipes at the man underneath him, and even a cry from Stacey didn’t alert him to what was coming. In seconds, there was a long, sharp blade shining silver against the lantern light. The wielder gave it a huge slash as he neared Kurt’s head.

“You bastards!” Stacey shouted. “No weapons, you said!”

Jack glanced her way, but neither he nor Al answered her. The crowd was drawn to the fight, as the bear suddenly reared up and gave a howl of pain. There was blood on the blade, but Kurt’s wound was lost somewhere in his fur, too obscured to make out whether it was a full slash or just a cut. He charged for the man with the sword, but had to rear up again when the human pointed it right for his skull. Two of the other adversaries had gone to help their flattened comrade get out of the dirt, but knife-boy was confident. Stacey wasn’t surprised to find a maniac in Big Al’s employ, but she was fearfully impressed by his fearlessness. Even when Kurt snapped and snarled, bearing a huge jaw full of teeth, the sword wielder made another charge forward. He had Kurt on the run.

Stacey willed him to run up the side of the dirt bowl. She knew Kurt could get out if he wanted to, digging his claws into the earth to make the climb. Kurt was circling the lower part of their makeshift arena, as if considering his next move. He was too proud to run from the man. He wanted to best him. It was then that Stacey remembered what he’d said about winning and the search for excitement. This fight was just as a much of a drug as his gambling woes.
 

Kurt took a sudden lunge forward, intending to throw his enemy off guard. It worked, to some extent at least, for the sword wielding man dived to the left to avoid the attack. But his reflexes were just as good as Kurt’s, and when he landed, he shoved the blade deep into the ground. The crowd gave a horrified gasp. The long knife had gone straight through the center of Kurt’s paw, trapping him in place. The bear gave a pained howl, trying to free himself, but it was no use. Stacey watched in horror as the man returned to his other fellows, retrieving the lasso rope from them. If he put it round Kurt’s neck, it was all over. Stacey saw her future being stolen from her.

She couldn’t let it happen. She was running down into the bowl before anyone could stop her, and she heard the annoyed hollers of the crowd following her down. Every sound echoed larger in the bowl, and the closer she got to Kurt at the bottom, the more speed and force she seemed to build up. Gravity was on her side, and she knew exactly what to do with it. Changing course, she let herself barrel straight into the man with the rope. Her speed knocked him flat, and she fell on top in a haze of pain and panic. She would hold him off as long as she could.

Fortunately, she didn’t have long to struggle. A huge floodlight came down into the bowl, blinding everyone in its brilliant white beam. It had come from a portable rig which two men were holding up on the ridge, and once her vision had cleared, Stacey recognized their uniforms as that of the police. Officers were everywhere, swarming the crowd and taking Big Al and Jack into handcuffs. They were scrambling down the side of the bowl too, racing towards the men, who couldn’t get away even if they’d tried.

There were others coming down the hillside too, four men in park ranger uniforms. Two dark-haired men who looked fairly similar raced towards Kurt, who had collapsed in a pained heap. They were shouting at one another and examining the knife carefully. Stacey realized that she was being helped to her feet by the other two men. One had a stern face, full of fury as he gave the rope wielding man, still on the floor, a solid kick. The other man was blonde, the same kind of blonde as Kurt, but with a slightly older, kinder face.

“You must be Stacey,” he said brightly. “I’m Hart. My brothers told me all about you. Everything’s going to be all right now. I promise.”

Two months later.

“Sixty days,” Kurt said.

He crossed the day off the calendar, the one with the big red ring around it. Sixty days had arrived, and Stacey felt a thrill rush through her.
 

“I can’t believe we’ve waited this long,” she said in amazement.

“Well, there were a few slip-ups,” Kurt added. “A few temptations. But we made it.”

Kurt set the calendar on the table, and settled himself on the sofa. They were sitting in the back room of the Rangers’ Lodge, where Stacey had recently moved in. She crawled across the wide, soft fabric of the sofa, nestling her lips against Kurt’s ear.

“Sixty days with no gambling,” she crooned, “I’d say that deserves a reward.”

It was what they had agreed, albeit reluctantly on Stacey’s part. Kurt said he couldn’t be with her until he was sure that his problem was under control. Sixty days clean was enough to prove that he could stay away from casinos and the like if he wanted to. Now, they were free to be together, with Big Al and Jack safely locked away for racketeering.
 

“Hang on,” Kurt said, a hitch in his voice. “Here? Don’t you want to go upstairs? What if someone comes in?”

Stacey let her tongue slide out, teasing Kurt’s earlobe. He gave a groan.

“You weren’t shy about being naked in the crowd before,” she reasoned. “Besides, it’s the middle of the day. They’re all working.”

It was true enough to convince him. Kurt let his hands slide away from his lap, and Stacey climbed on, her thighs either side of his. They kissed with deep, lingering kisses, Kurt catching her lip between his teeth when she tried to break away. He reeled her back in every time, hands caressing upwards under her skirt. Stacey moaned when he found her buttocks, squeezing and massaging with his huge, strong hands. She could feel the scar on his right palm, where the stab wound had eventually healed. That little rough patch made her skin shiver when it stroked over her.

“I’ve waited sixty days,” Stacey said, breathless. “I’m not waiting even a second longer.”

She pawed at the buttons on Kurt’s shirt until they were all undone, pushing it apart to reveal his chest. It was golden from so much sun exposure, and she kissed him all over, the blonde hairs there tickling her jaw. Her hands found his abdominal muscles, trailing down each one in turn. When she reached the end of that trail, Stacey leaned back, looking down at the bulge which had appeared in the groin of his pants. She lifted herself a little higher on her knees to give him room.

“Off. Now,” she commanded.

Kurt grinned. It was that glorious grin that lit up whole rooms, brighter than the sun. He was panting with excitement as he fumbled with his belt, letting his pants slide off down his legs. It was then that Stacey realized he’d been playing coy before. If he hadn’t been expecting her to leap on him no sooner than he’d marked the day off the calendar, then he wouldn’t have been going commando. His cock was hard and proud, waiting for her touch.

Stacey reached out, her fingers wrapping around the shaft. Kurt gave another groan, so low that it sounded like a growl in his throat. As Stacey stroked him, feeling the throb of his pulse with every move, Kurt’s hands made their way up her skirt again. There was some clever moving around as he teased her panties off, and when his fingers found her clitoris, she gave a little gasp of surprise. They teased each other with long, languid movements, kissing and letting their tongues dance for a moment.

Then Stacey moved forward, the ache inside her too strong to resist. She hovered her body over Kurt’s hips, letting him hold her legs and ease her down onto him. When his warm, throbbing hard-on slid into her, she couldn’t help the grin that burst onto her face. They stayed like that a moment as Kurt helped her out of her shirt and bra. He kissed and teased her nipples, slowly starting to rock their hips together. Every push upwards sent a surge of lightning into Stacey’s nerves.

“It’s you, you know,” Kurt said, his breath hot against her chest. “You’re my new addiction. I have a Stacey problem now.”

She grinned, pushing her hips down to get him as far in as he’d go. The ache was building, begging her to move faster, but she resisted long enough to ask him one last question.

“Do you want to solve your Stacey problem?” she asked.

“Never,” Kurt said with a grin. “I want to have it forever.”

He held her suddenly, hands gripping her thighs tightly. Stacey gripped his shoulders and let out a moan as they began to thrust together. She felt his body slick with sweat against hers, and heard the growl in his throat again as he showered her collarbone in kisses. Every thrust was harder and faster than the one before, until they were a blur of passion. Stacey felt her body rumble with the build-up to her climax, and she threw her head back to ride out the wave. They came together in a mutual cry of ecstasy.