To Love a Bear (3 page)

“I like you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I
like
you.”

“As what? As a friend?”

“No!” His face was beet red and he was frantically looking around the room.

I took a deep breath. “Spell it out for me, Andrew.”

His face turned redder as he told me through clenched teeth, “I want to fuck you, but I can’t because I work here.”

I reeled back. “I’m sorry, when the hell did I become a resident of Wild Oaks?”

“Your dad is,” He mumbled.

“
And
?”

He searched my face for something but I had no idea what. “You… like me too?”

I rolled my eyes again at the juvenile terminology but nodded.

“Oh, thank god,” he said before sweeping his arm under my knees and carrying me off to the back of his apartment where his bed was located.

Tossing me onto the mattress, he quickly followed me down, ridding me of my shirt on the way. I shimmied out of my jeans before reaching for his as he removed his shirt and my bra. The speed at which we undressed left me gasping and before I could catch my breath, his tongue was in my mouth, dueling frantically with mine.

I heard the fabric of my panties rip in his eagerness to get me completely naked and I briefly pulled away from his mouth to curse him for ruining my lingerie. My complaints tapered off as he pressed his hard cock into the cleft of my nether regions.

The friction of his body rubbing against mine was driving me wild and I practically climbed him like a mountain in my search for completion. I used the motion of my hips to circle my clit against the shaft of his penis before climbing higher up his body and pushing myself back onto the head pf his cock.

My body shook as his cock split open the entrance of my pussy like a knife through butter. With each lift and lower, I seated myself further on the length of his penis until I had taken the entirety into my body.

I paused for a moment to revel in the feeling of being filled, which apparently did not sit well with Andrew’s needs. He rose up and rolled us so that he was on top and could control more of the movement. I found myself hanging halfway off the end of the bed, fully supported by Andrew’s thick, muscled arms.

Andrew looked down at me with fierce concentration before starting to move, brushing the walls of my pussy with each stroke. His loving thrust encouraged me and had my hands roaming up and down my body and across to his as I stroked the planes of his chest and stomach.

So enthralled was I by my ministrations that I was surprised by my first orgasm clamping down around his shaft. The spasms were so intense that he had to pause, almost as if to prevent his dick from getting ripped off. Or at least that’s what he teasingly told me when I started whining.

My second climax came swiftly with a high pitched wail following the first, pulling him with me. He jerked out of me when he started to cum, pouring most of his warm seed over my belly and down my pussy lips to puddle in my ass crack.

He pulled me back onto the bed, settling me on top of him again. We laid there in blissful satisfaction while our breathing slowed and our bodies cooled before I heard him apologize gruffly for moving so fast. I patted his chest and thanked him for the speed, making us both laugh.

Grabbing a hold of me, Andrew rolled off the bed with me in his arms and walked towards the bathroom. When I asked him what he was doing, he slyly informed me he was going to show me just how slow he could go after our shower. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his shoulder, groaning about how he was going to kill me.

Chapter 7

Hours later, we snuck into the kitchen to pilfer the stash of berries delivered by the distributor earlier this week. We exited the kitchen and literally knocked over my father.

“Oh, dad, I’m so sorry,” I said as I reached down to help him up. From the corner of my eye I saw Andrew move the container of raspberries and the bowl of whipping cream behind his back.

“That’s okay, sweetie, I was looking for you anyways. I just didn’t expect to actually run into you,” my father replied. His attention shifted to Andrew. “You know, we should really get a window installed in the door so you can see who’s coming and going.”

Andrew nodded quickly, turning back into the gruff caretaker. “I’ll look into it.”

“Good.” My father smiled, satisfied. He turned his gaze back to me. “We’re about to go on a hunt. Are you coming?”

“Um,” I began, my mind reeling quickly through all possible scenarios. “I’m actually pretty tired,” I said as I faked a yawn. “I think I might just take a nap.”

My father looked pointedly at the container of strawberries in my hands.

“Too much sun today,” I explained hurriedly. “I need to eat something and drink some water and I’ll feel better soon.”

“Oh, well, I could go for a nap. Maybe I’ll join you,” my father mused thoughtfully.

“No, no, you should go on your hunt. Go enjoy the wild and let your nature run free. Enjoy your retirement.”

“Ah well, if you’re sure.”

“Sure I’m sure. Have fun on your hunt, I’ll be fine. I just need a little rest.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” He kissed me on the forehead. “You take care.” He turned to face Andrew. “I know you’re normally a solo hunter, but you’re welcome to join our group.”

Andrew shook his head. “Too much to do here.”

My father raised his eyebrows, giving us both a look. “Mm-hmm.”

Once the door closed behind my father I blew out a breath “Holy shit.” I whispered.

Andrew nodded grimly, and then his expression turned devilish and he shoved the fruit and whipped cream at me, forcing me to catch it or let it fall to the ground. “Last one in gets to be the table,” he called as he raced down the hallway. I laughed loudly and ran after him, catching him just as he crossed the threshold.

“You lose.” He grinned at me, my relaxed lover again.

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