The Right to Bear Arms: BBW Military Paranormal Romance (Wild Operatives, #1) (5 page)

The effort to pull away from Dani’s sweet little mouth exhausted my willpower. I groaned then finally twisted my face away. “Baby... baby, wait.”

“Wait?” She panted against my cheek, each breathless exhale making me wonder how sexy she’d sound in the throes of orgasm.

I kissed her again, raw with my hunger and need for her. The bear in me demanded satisfaction, but the man warred against bestial instincts and implored me to be patient. When I made love to Daniela, I wanted us to enjoy every second, unrushed, unhurried, and not sore from putting her through the ringer at the gym.

The sexy minx nibbled my lower lip and playfully tugged it when the kiss ended. Her dark eyes smoldered. “What are we waiting for?”

“Not now, darlin’.”

“Not now?” Her brows drew together in confusion.

Regret filled me as I dragged in a deep breath and got myself under control. “Not now,” I repeated. “You’re tired and...” I had trouble separating my hand from her tits. I squeezed one again and watched her arch into my palm. “When I do make love to you, it won’t be in a parked truck.” I couldn’t wait to dive inside of her, but also couldn’t justify putting sexual need in front of manners.

“Come inside.” Her invitation preceded a hot blush.

“I wanna do this right, Daniela.” I eased forward and kissed her again, keeping it light and tender. Her breathy sigh nearly did me in, but I managed to pull back. “Next weekend, I want to take you out. A real date, one that doesn’t involve guns or punches.”

“What’s a real date?”

I couldn’t tell if lust made her sarcastic, or if she honestly didn’t know. I didn’t put it past her douche of an ex to have never treated her to an honest-to-goodness night on the town. “Dinner and dancing,” I replied, maintaining a straight face. I didn’t want to laugh if she was that clueless.

“Dinner and dancing?” Daniela gave me a dubious look, skipping her brown eyes over me and letting them linger on my crotch. My cock jumped beneath my jeans, throbbing with renewed need. “What kind of dancing are we talking about?” Leaning forward to reach me, her lips drifted over my jaw and traveled lower until she found the pulse point in my throat. She sucked gently and nipped, filling my head with images of her gorgeous lips around my length, sliding up and down with frenzied abandon.

“There’s a country western bar called Spurs, near Houston. It’ll be a nice ride.” I groaned and tried to focus on something neutral. Baseball. The unforgiving Middle Eastern sun. MREs. When that worked, I patted her thigh and nudged her back from me.

Daniela fixed me with a skeptical look. “What am I supposed to wear to a country western bar? I’m not a cowgirl.”

“Every woman in Texas has a pair of boots, darlin’,” I exaggerated.

“I don’t,” she insisted.

“Aw, hell, it doesn’t really matter what you decide to wear. We’re going there for fun. It’s not a fashion show.”

“Okay.” She pursed her lips in thought, glanced away, and then peeked back at me again through her curly hair. “Friday sound good to you?”

“It sounds perfect.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come in for... a cup of coffee?” She fixed me a coy look.

“Positive,” I replied, grinning the whole while. It wasn’t forced anymore. The longer we waited, the sweeter it would be, and I planned to make certain every second delayed was worth it.

~Russ~

M
y prediction wasn’t far from the mark. Daniela phoned Sunday morning to inform me she couldn’t touch her toes without straining her hamstrings to the limit.

“Take another hot soak and work on your stretching,” I advised. “Do you need anything?”

My question received silence in return, a long pause finally answered by, “No.”

“Are you okay?” I ventured.

“Yeah... just worried about something. Hey, Russ? You’re outside a lot, right?”

“Most of the time when I’m home, I’m outside. What’s up?”

“Have you seen any unusual wild animals around this area?”

Shit.
I inhaled a deep breath and decided to play it dumb. Spending time with Daniela in person had come at a cost; I couldn’t visit her backyard in my wild shape. I preferred talking to her as a human and sitting with her at the dinner table. Stealing kisses as a bear wasn’t feasible.

“Define unusual.”

She laughed suddenly. “Never mind. I’m being silly. I’m gonna go take that bath and relax. I’ll talk to you later.”

Despite her aches and pains, Daniela attended my Tuesday evening class. When we were outside of the gym, I took her back to the rear of my property to resume our lessons with the guns. She was a natural at it.

Friday night, I parked my pickup in her driveway and stepped from the vehicle to retrieve her for our first official date. She must have been waiting for me by the window.

My date stepped onto the porch and locked the door behind her, bearing little resemblance to the uncertain woman I had become accustomed to seeing during the week. Her frumpy sweats and yoga pants had been replaced by tiny denim shorts with pockets that protruded below the frayed hem. I watched her strut toward my truck fully aware of how goddamned sexy she looked. She had to be, and in my mind, it was an intentional show just for me. I was so entranced I almost forgot to step up to greet her.

“You look amazing,” I complimented her once I moved in place to intercept her arrival. I opened the passenger door and gestured to the seat.

“Did you expect anything else?” she teased. For my benefit, she did a little twirl on the driveway before turning to climb into the cab. Her movement exposed her plump bottom to me and how the shorts clung to her full hips. I wanted to squeeze her ass, daring to imagine how amazing it would feel bare beneath my hands.

I’d met women at the gym Daniela’s size who shied away from sexy clothes, fearing they were too large to dress provocatively. God, she proved them wrong. The little length accentuated her thick thighs. They were full, but slightly firm at the same time, with small dimples that trailed beneath the cut off hem. I wanted to kiss each and every one and learn the taste of her skin.

“Thought you didn’t have boots,” I spoke up after sliding into my seat. We buckled up and I reversed from the drive to embark on our date.

“I may or may not have made a shopping trip to the boot shop a couple days ago.” She crossed her legs. I had trouble tearing my gaze away from her thighs to check out the knee-high suede boots she wore. The brown and teal was a fetching combination against her skin.

Teal must be her favorite color. I saw it on her often.

“I hope you broke them in because I’m not going easy on you tonight.” The thought of her making a special shopping trip for our date made me smile.

“Yeah, the sales lady had some tips.” She grinned back at me.

We spent the hour-long drive with pleasant chatter that continued into dinner at my favorite steak house. From there it was a quick jaunt over to the dancehall where I planned to spin her around the floor and see her enjoying herself. I let her choose our drinks for the night, only to receive a surprise when she chose double shots of cherry vodka sours. Between the booze and all of our dancing, Daniela curled up in her seat and dozed off ten minutes into the drive home. We didn’t leave until two; neither of us had wanted the night to end.

Unfortunately, a flash downpour delayed our arrival home, and when I returned to our neighborhood, I didn’t pass a single house with power. I passed two dimmed trailers and one black house along the way to Daniela’s place. Her automatic porch light was off, too. One glance at her peaceful face was all it took to make the decision to bring her back to my place. Only an asshole could drop a woman off at a pitch-dark home to ride out the downpour alone.

I parked beneath the carport and left Daniela behind briefly to unlock my front door. I didn’t have a garage yet, but there were plans in the making to build one with my own hands. After I turned on one of the battery-powered lanterns by the entrance, I returned for my girl and lifted her into my arms. I bumped the door shut behind me and carried her into the house when the rain dwindled to a drizzle. With the lantern guiding me, I set Daniela on the couch, removed her boots, and peeled off her socks. I didn’t dare to undress her any further, but my conscience couldn’t leave her there on the sofa either.

“Russ?” she murmured drowsily just as I was about to lay her in my bed.

“Hm?”

“Where are we?”

“The power’s out in the neighborhood. I brought you back to my place. Sorry... I can get you home now if you want. Even got some candles to spare if you need them.”

“No, thank you.” Her lips fluttered against my cheek at first, then another attempt found my lips. A hint of cherry flavored her mouth and made each darting press of her tongue as sweet as the next. “Where’s your bathroom? I feel sort of scummy. Someone spilled a drink on me when I stepped away to the restroom.”

“One second. Lemme get you some light.”

I set her down and located a second battery lamp. We placed that on the bathroom counter, then I gave her one of my clean shirts to change into since hers reeked of beer. A few minutes later, the shower squeaked on, prompting my thoughts to wander. Once, when she’d rushed outside to bring me breakfast, the wind had kicked open her robe and exposed her amazing body. One memory was enough to stiffen my cock, filling me with so much lust I retreated to the couch before I could make a fool of myself while delirious with exhaustion.

Trigger joined me after I settled in and closed my eyes. He set his furry face against my lap, and together we both dozed off for a short while.

“Why are you out here?” Daniela’s voice pierced through the dream fog. I snapped awake and jerked my head toward her in alarm before registering the familiarity in her voice... and digesting her half-dressed appearance.

I’d given her the shirt, thinking she’d replace her beer-stained blouse and settle down to rest. She surprised me by stepping from my bedroom in only the thin white cotton. Without a bra or her panties beneath it, it may as well have been invisible. Her big breasts quivered with each seductive step, each nipple a pebble-hard tip.

“Just thinking and having a sit with Trigger. Ain’t that right, boy?” My fingers smoothed over his dark fur.

“You know, there’s room for you in that big bed, too.”

“I didn’t want to assume...”

Daniela moved into view and stood in front of me. Her fingers curled into my leather belt and pulled until I rose up to my feet to join her. Without a word, she unbuckled it and pulled it free of the loops. Kissing me, she pushed up against my body, wriggling just right to apply pressure against the hard bulge beneath my jeans. I breathed a sigh of relief when she popped the button and lowered my zipper.

“Daniela... are you sure about this?” I couldn’t lay down in bed with a drunk woman. No matter how much I wanted her, no matter how much I wanted to discover the heat of her body, I couldn’t claim her as mine if our night out had inebriated her beyond making a good decision.

It didn’t matter that she’d tried to invite me inside once. This was now, a wholly different time, a completely different situation.

“I think I slept off most of the alcohol, Russ, if that’s what you mean. I’m sober. Completely sober to know what I want.”

That was all I needed to hear.

~Daniela~

With my fingers in Russ’ belt loops, I guided him back with me into the bedroom. My heart pounded the entire time, my belly doing somersaults and nervous flips. All those years of marriage meant I’d only ever slept with one man. No one but my ex-husband and my doctor knew what I looked like naked.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you looked tonight on the dance floor?” Russ asked me, his voice husky and thick with desire.

“If this is any indication, then yes,” I replied boldly. I cupped my palm against the bulged mound behind the opening in his boxer briefs. He was already half hard, as impressive in a semi-aroused state as my ex had been with a full erection.

“Get undressed, Dani... Let me see you.”

Hesitating, I glanced up to his brown eyes and saw the raw need in his expression. A shirt with no undergarments was as bold as it came for me. I shied away from removing my borrowed tee in favor of unbuttoning his shirt first. To control my nerves, I kept my eyes on his handsome face the whole time until I shoved it back from his shoulders. The LED in his battery-powered lantern emitted a soft, aqua-colored glow that highlighted each muscular plane and chiseled dip.

His jeans and boxers came last. I shoved my fingers into the elastic band and lowered to a crouch, tugging denim and cotton with me. Without looking at the hard-on I had bared, I took in a few nervous breaths as he kicked both aside. After a few seconds, I risked glancing up.

Russ had the largest dick I’d ever seen in all of my life. Not just long, but thick too, the perfect amount of girth, which I couldn’t close my fingers completely around. It rose from a patch of neat black curls that felt almost silky beneath my fingers. I stroked him and slid my fingers over his cock in a teasing pump. My pussy throbbed in anticipation of having him inside me, and when I tentatively raised my eyes to his face, I saw the same urgent hunger mirrored in his features.

“You’re wearin’ too much now, Daniela.”

He pulled me back up to join him, and then my shirt was gone too, tossed aside as Russ took charge and backed me against the mattress. His lips descended to mine, a desperate crash of our mouths that ended when his knee parted my thighs, and his questing finger delved between them. One of his strong arms curled around my back and held me close, while the other remained between my legs. Through it all, I tried to focus on gliding my fist up and down his length. Our mutual touching continued until his middle and index fingers became slick with my need.

“You’re so wet, baby... I want you so bad right now.” He dipped his head to wrap his lips around my left nipple. He then tongued the stiff budded tip until all I could imagine was that same dexterous movement against my clit. “Tell me you’re mine. Say it,” he growled.