Clay (BBW Secret Baby Bear Shifter Romance) (Secret Baby Bears Book 4) Page 4

  Chloe sat up and reached behind herself, unclasping her bra and dropping it to the floor. When Clay’s hands covered her breasts, she moaned at his rough touch. Clay stroked and rubbed her nipples until they were as stiff as pebbles. The feelings running through her body were so intense, she didn’t think she could last for very long. She could feel her face flushed with arousal and desire and her crotch was thumping for want of Clay’s attention.

  As Clay pinched and tweaked Chloe’s nipples between his fingers, she groaned and arched her back. Chloe spread her legs and Clay climbed in between them, grinding against her bare crotch with his jeans. She could feel a large, stiff erection between his thighs and she slid her hands down his muscular body and unfastened his jeans, tugging them down his hips and thighs.

  Clay shifted and pulled his pants down, throwing them to the ground. He was naked under his jeans and Chloe almost gasped again when she saw his cock: it was large, and wide, and perfectly proportional to the rest of his amazing body. She blushed hotly as he climbed between her legs and thrust against her labia.

  “Touch me, Clay,” Chloe begged. She closed her eyes and relaxed her head on the pillow as his rough fingertips stroked her inner thighs. Spreading her legs as wide as she could, Chloe anticipated Clay’s touch on her wet pussy with a hot, pulsing sense of pleasure. When he finally slipped a finger inside of her, she cried out. She was so wet that she could already feel a wet spot forming on the bed underneath of her, and Clay’s finger wriggling around inside of her body felt heavenly. She gasped as his thumb found her clit and began moving around it in slow, torturous circles that sent a delicious spike of pleasure through Chloe’s body.

  Clay groaned. “I can’t take it anymore,” he growled. “I need you. I need to have you, Chloe.”

  “Take me,” Chloe moaned. She spread her legs wide again, anticipating the heavy feel of Clay’s body against her own. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her forward so she came off the bed and crashed against him. Clay held onto Chloe firmly as he laid down on his back. His massive cock was sticking straight up in the air and Chloe shivered as she straddled his thighs. The head of Clay’s erection brushed against Chloe’s labia and she felt an electric pulse of lust between her legs. Her lower belly was throbbing and without warning, she sank down hard on his cock, letting it fill every inch of her most secret place. Clay groaned at the feel of Chloe sliding down on his cock. For a moment, she stayed there, unmoving. Then she began to rock her hips gently back and forth, teasing Clay with her body.

  Clay reached up and began stroking Chloe’s breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumb. The sensation was exquisite and she cried out as she arched her back. Chloe moved her hips faster until she was grinding on Clay’s hard erection. He strained and groaned and pushed far inside of her. After a moment, they matched their rhythm and began to move as one, as one perfect muscular being. Chloe stared down at Clay’s gorgeous amber eyes, feeling truly exposed and vulnerable. All traces of the alcohol had left her body as they sensuously rocked back and forth and she realized that she’d never felt intimacy as true as what she currently felt with Clay.

  Clay took one hand away from her breasts and gently pushed it between her legs, rubbing against her clit with each movement of Chloe’s hips. His touch felt incredible and she gasped loudly as her wetness gushed from her pussy. Clay’s cock twitched inside of Chloe and she moaned, gripping his chest with both hands and grinding her hips hard. She began to feel like something kept gripping her between the legs and she held her breath as she desperately ground her clit against Clay’s waiting thumb.

  Beneath her, Clay’s body was soaked with sweat. He closed his eyes and strained his face as he thrust up and deep inside Chloe’s body. A thrilling sensation racked her limbs as they moved together and when she began to come, she let out a strangled cry of pleasure. The orgasm was forceful – it left her shaking and breathing hard, her forehead damp with perspiration. Clay grabbed onto Chloe’s hips with both hands and thrust as forcefully as he could. She watched as he groaned and strained beneath her, his muscular body tensing with the lust that flowed easily between them.

  Chloe gasped as she felt Clay’s cock tense and pulse inside of her body. As he filled her with his seed, she collapsed against his chest in a mess of sweat. Her limbs felt sated, relaxed, like someone had just given her a full-body massage.

  Clay gently took hold of Chloe and pulled her close. She slid off his body and wrapped her limbs against his, falling asleep before she’d even had the chance to kiss him goodnight.

  Chapter Four

  In the morning, Chloe woke up with a dry mouth and a pang in her chest. She opened her eyes, afraid that Clay would be gone. Instead, he was sitting up in bed and staring at her.

  Chloe blushed. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

  Clay chuckled. His voice was husky and still thick with sleep, and Chloe felt another pang of desire as she looked at his tan, sculpted body. “Nothing’s wrong,” Clay said with a lazy grin. Chloe’s heart fluttered in her chest. “I just like watching you sleep.”

  Chloe bit her lip before grinning widely. “You wanna go get Noah and have some breakfast?”

  Clay’s stomach growled in response and they both burst out laughing.

  As Chloe climbed out of bed and wrapped her silk kimono around her lean frame, she couldn’t help but feel a touch of hesitation. What was going to happen? Now that they’d slept together, she was worried that Clay would change his mind. What if he didn’t want anything to do with her? She frowned. And what if….No, I can’t think that way, she decided firmly. I like this guy, and I told him. If he chooses to play games with me now, well, I’m just not going to do that. We may not be in New York any longer, but that doesn’t mean he’s any different. He’s a man, after all.

  “What’s wrong?” Clay leaned over Chloe. “You look tense.”

  She shook her head. “Nothing,” she lied.

  Clay stared. “Don’t give me that,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head, covering his carved abs. “I know something’s the matter. You’re acting different. Shy, again, like you have something to hide.”

  Chloe glanced down at her painted toenails. “I’m starting to think that I was wrong,” she said softly.

  “What, like I’m never gonna see you again?” Clay’s tone was light but Chloe could tell that he was vulnerable behind the jokey words.

  She shook her head quickly. “No,” Chloe replied. “Not like that. Nothing like that.”

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  Chloe sat down on the bed and put her face in her hands. “I think I was wrong, before,” she mumbled into her fingers. “I think I’ve always been wrong.” She looked up at Clay and sighed before patting the bed. When he sat down next to her, she continued: “I used to think that everyone played games, Clay. I used to think that no one was genuine, and the only people who were acting that way were doing it to get some advantage. I never thought I’d meet someone like you.”

  Clay grinned. “I know, I’m one of a kind,” he teased. “But Chloe, you have to know, most people aren’t like that.” He snorted. “Hell, it sounds exhausting. I couldn’t imagine jumping through hoops just to make someone happy because they were too afraid to say how they really felt.”

  “I like you more than anyone I’ve ever met,” Chloe confessed. She looked away. “And I know I’m not supposed to say things like that, I know I’m not supposed to just open up and tell you how I feel. I’m supposed to play hot and cold, and then only after you confess that you like me,…” She trailed off, feeling stupid. “But I can’t live like that anymore,” Chloe said firmly. “It’s my life, and I have to take responsibility for my own happiness. I want to trust my gut, and I want to be with you.”

  Clay grinned. “That’s fantastic,” he said. “You have to know by now how much I like you, too,” he replied.

  Chloe felt a hot rush of adrenaline spike through her body.

  “Noah’s my son,” Clay continu
ed. “And now I’m just happy that I get to be a part of your lives.”

  “What?” Chloe gaped. “Are you kidding me?”

  Clay shook his head. “Dead serious,” he said with a grin. “I donated sperm. It wasn’t supposed to be used, it was supposed to be for this…project,” he added. “But I was contacted recently, and told the truth. And Noah’s my son. I was looking for you,” he added. “And when I saw you, I just knew in my heart that I was going to love you forever.”

  “But-“

  “There’s more,” Clay said, “The whole point of that project was to do research on Bear Shifter DNA. I’m a Bear Shifter, Chloe, and that means Noah is too. I know this is a lot to take in, and if you need time to process-“

  Tears came to Chloe’s eyes. She sniffled and melted against Clay’s shoulder. “I should be freaked out right now,” she said softly. “But I’m not. I’m just excited. Is that weird?” She giggled. “I can’t believe that for once, my stupid intuition was actually right about something.”

  Clay wrapped an arm around Chloe and pulled her close. “I’m glad,” he said as he nuzzled her tousled blonde hair. “And I promise, I’ll always make sure your life is exciting. It’s not going to be like New York City, but Ithaca’s not so bad.” He winked at Chloe.

  “Really?” A tear ran down her cheek. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me before.”

  Clay winked. “As long as you like hiking,” he added casually. Chloe’s face fell. “I’m kidding!” Clay said quickly. “No hiking, I promise. Just lots of love, and lots of excitement.” He looked into Chloe’s eyes and she felt a flutter of love. “That sound good to you?”

  Chloe kissed Clay, closing her eyes and gently pressing her lips against his. When they broke apart, she sighed softly. “That sounds perfect. Me and my two Bears.”

  “Good,” Clay whispered into her hair. “Because I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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  Here are the series that follow and what you can expect:

  Rodeo Bears - Can a band of Bear Shifter rodeo stars find love when their world is turned upside down?

  Secret Baby Bears - A group of Bear Shifters donate their semen to a research facility, but it accidentally gets put into the donor supply of a sperm bank. A few years later, these men are on the prowl for the cubs they never knew they had!

  Star Bears - Intergalactic Bear Shifter smugglers cavort around the known universe, causing mayhem and finding love in unexpected ways.

  Grizzly Groomsmen - Five Bear Shifters find themselves on a tropical island to celebrate a wedding, but soon it turns into a nightmare.

  Bear Dating Agency - A matronly grandmother is sick of her Bear Shifter bachelor grandsons laying about their wilderness refuge. With the help of a friend she puts a plan into place to see them all matched up!

  120 Proof Honey - Entrepeneurs. Businessmen. Bear Shifters. These guys know their honey and their moonshine, and they’ll be damned if they let a little competition run them out of town.

  Bearly Saints - The Four Saints are the hottest folk music band in Nashville, and only time will tell if these Bear Shifter musicians will be able to tame The Music City and the passion that burns deep inside them.

  Bear Ranchers - A cluster of ranches in this sleepy valley are being terrorized by a pack of wild werewolves, and only this group of Bear Shifters can restore peace and order.

  Edward

  Rodeo Bears I

  by

  Becca Fanning

  Chapter One

  The heat hit her first, embracing her like a lover in the dark. Being from the Midwest, Dakota Blair had little experience with the heat, but she wasn’t in the Midwest any longer. She was far from it, a stranger in the arid desert of West Texas, a stranger on the run.

  Keeping her head low under the dim lights, Dakota stepped off the bus into a station that was abandoned in the late hour. Attacked by the heat, clumps of her chestnut hair stuck to the back of her neck as she waited for the driver to unload her duffle bag. She was surrounded by a mass of people, fellow travelers weary from the journey. The bus had been full. She was glad. It was easy to hide in a crowd, much more so than standing exposed on her own.

  When she had her bag, Dakota followed the others into the lobby. It was narrow and unwelcoming, designed to keep people moving, deterring the homeless and the broken from sleeping on its benches. Dakota wasn’t broken, but she didn’t see herself going anywhere for the remainder of the night. She had money, and she had ID, but she didn’t want to use it. She didn’t want anyone knowing who she was or why she was here.

  Unless I can find a cheap motel, she thought, moving to a board that listed accommodation in the area. I’m sure West Texas has its share of scandal. There’s got to be a place I can bribe my way into without showing them ID.

  Setting her bag down, she skimmed the board. There were plenty of bad motels, but a notice caught her attention. Printed on bright yellow copy paper, a woman advertised a room for rent in her apartment.

  No drinks. No dealers. No conmen.

  It didn’t say anything about fugitives. Taking out her phone, a burner she had picked up in a remote town in Oklahoma, she dialed the number, but no one answered.

  “No desk is going to pick up this late at night,” an elderly woman in a Hoover Dam T-shirt said. “Better to make your way to the hotel and see if they have a room.”

  “Yes, of course,” Dakota said politely, returning her phone to her bag. Having traveled for so long, she’d forgotten what it was like to be ruled by a clock. On the bus, she’d been gripped with an anxiety that scattered her sleep. Her light brown eyes would shut and open within the same day, constantly searching to make sure she wasn’t followed. She felt safest at night, when the stops were few and the bus was quiet.

  There were only a few hours until sunrise. She wouldn’t bother with a motel. Finding peace in her decision to run to West Texas, she made a bench her bed. It was uncomfortable, but she was free to stretch her long legs out, something she couldn’t do on the bus.

  Dakota didn’t sleep. She stared at the stains on the ceiling, pretending they were stars, and she waited for the sun to bring in a new day, a new life.

  ***

  “This is it,” the woman said, inviting Dakota into her apartment. “It’s li’l enough to make a pig claustrophobic, but the rent is cheap and the bills are low.”

  The apartment wasn’t that small. There was room to move. Dakota liked the way the kitchen blended into the living room, both decorated with a country charm. The glasses looked like jars, the cabinets were painted a pale grey-blue, and the doors were made of refurbished wood. It was simple but alluring.

  The same could be said about the woman, Brianna Jackson. With her sleek auburn hair and jade-green eyes, Brianna was stunning, but she was grounded, almost to the point that she seemed burdened. Likely in her late-twenties, only a few years older than Dakota, she was far too young to carry such heaviness around her, but she was friendly in spite of it.

  Brianna smiled kindly. “What do ya think? Could you stand living here without feeling like a sardine?”