Forbidden Bear (Bear Creek Biker Bears #1)(18)
Her hand closed around his stiff shaft. “Hard,” she breathed.
“Fuck, I’m going to explode in my pants.”
“Then let’s get them off.” She tried to sound sexy, but she giggled, a mixture of nerves and happiness that he could want her so much.
He ignored her laughter, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them fall to the floor, her hands curled around the silky, soft skin that covered his cock, which was painfully hard. A drop of precome was already appearing as she stroked him, moving her hand up and down.
Joel kissed her breasts, his fingers slipping down to dip between her thighs, finding the heat there. Moving her feet a little more apart allowed him to press into her deeper.
“Oh, that’s good,” she said.
“I want you, Mia. Right now in my bed.”
“Lead the way.”
He didn’t exactly lead, more like manoeuvred. He didn’t let her leave his arms, his mouth still tracing lines of desire across her skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as they twirled slowly around, his hand making contact with the door handle, pushing it down and then guiding her through the doorway and towards the bed.
Sitting down, she watched him kneel before her and remove her panties, wordlessly lifting her bottom off the bed to make it easier. Anything to make it quicker: she wanted him now, right now, no delay. If he had torn them from her, she wouldn’t have cared.
Lifting himself up, he eased her back onto the bed, covering her body with his. She felt the head of his cock press against her entrance and then he pushed harder, going deep inside her with one long, hard lunge. He had never filled her so quickly, her tight sex unable to yield to him. The sensation was incredible, his skin gliding against hers.
Grunting, he pulled back, and then lunged into her again, impaling her completely, resting for a moment and then pulling back out. In and out, his hands going to her hips to keep her firmly in place as his rhythm grew increasingly fast, his lunges harder.
She met him stroke for stroke, her hands stroking his chest, while he took her to new heights. When he leaned down and kissed her lips, she knew her lipstick would be smudged and that the tears of joy he brought to her eyes would make her makeup run. But she didn’t care, because he didn’t care; she was his, and he was intent on making their pleasure something neither of them would forget.
“I love you, Mia,” he said, each stroke of his cock taking her towards her orgasm. “Out of all the women who could be my mate, you have to be the most incredible.”
“You don’t have to say that. You are stuck with me anyway.” She gasped as he screwed his hips, grinding into her.
“I mean it.” And then he came, jerking into her hard, his movements verging on frantic as he spurted his seed deep within her.
His lips claimed hers, drowning out her cries as she came. She had to agree—they fitted together perfectly. If only they could get their lives to work as well as their sex life, they would be happy. She still didn’t know how they fit into each other’s everyday life, but he fit inside her perfectly right now.
So perfectly that her sex gripped him tightly and milked him of his seed. He cried out, burying his face in the pillow. And then with one last lunge, he was spent. Mia lay in his arms, listening to his breathing as it calmed back down.
“I meant it,” he said, still breathless. “I do love you. You have the balls of a man, but the body of a woman. I always wondered if my mate would be equal to me. But you are more.”
“You’re just drunk on testosterone,” she said, stroking the back of his neck lightly. But she liked the words he spoke even though she thought they were not true.
“I’m drunk on you, Mia. The scent of you, the taste of you, the feel of you. You are perfect to me.”
“I only hope your friends think so.”
“You want to meet them?”
“Yes. But not right now. Will you hold me first?”
“I would love to.” He pulled her close, cradling her against his chest. And they lay like that for a long while, content that this was the time they would step into their new life. That their secret was in the open and their love no longer forbidden.
***
When they went back down into the bar area of the hangout, Mia felt even more conspicuous in her tight red dress. Especially since everyone else wore leathers in muted colours. Tilting her chin up, she took hold of her nerves and joined Joel as he ordered them drinks.
“Soda, please,” Mia answered when he asked her what she wanted. “I’m driving my mom’s car.”
“Not staying the night?” Joel asked, handing her an ice-cold soda.
“My mom will worry, and she needs the car. So not tonight.” She sipped the cold drink, looking around the bar, which formed part of the bears’ hangout. “Nice place.”
“Well, when we have a billionaire as a leader, you have to keep the place up together.”
“Do you actually do any work? Or does he just pay you to hang out with him?”
“We do plenty,” said Ethan, coming over with another guy, who was introduced as Kris. “But mainly, we try to help people of Bear Creek out.”
“You’re the good guys, then?” Mia asked.
“Yes. Not that we’ve ever been bad. But we help Will out when he needs us. Joel here is good with the numbers, and the paperwork. Then we channel money back into the community. Someone’s roof comes off in a storm, we’re there.”