Beck (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey Book 4) Page 8

  She raised her hips, grinding them against Hart’s throbbing body again.

  “Here?” he asked. “Now?”

  “Here and now,” Jane replied, feeling strangely free.

  The clearing was shaded, and Hart stripped first. He laid his shirt and pants out to make a kind of bed for Jane to lay down on. She could hardly keep her hands off his naked form as he proceeded to undress her, hands roaming all over his toned, muscular body. When she reached his cock, she teased him with feather-light touches, and Hart lost his manners for a moment and ripped her shirt at the shoulder. Jane gasped, but she found that she didn’t care about the tailoring any more. All there seemed to be in the world was love, passion and joy. Hart had brought her that, and she didn’t want anything to spoil it now.

  When she was down to her underwear, Jane lay back on Hart’s clothes, feeling the crisp outdoor air on her body. She had a front-fastening bra on, a wise choice for the occasion, and Hart unclasped it partly with his teeth. He ran his mouth over her breasts hungrily, teasing her nipples with his tongue and brushing them with a stubbly jaw. Jane shuddered at the pleasure she felt, then gasped again when Hart’s hand delved suddenly into her panties.

  Jane shrugged them off entirely, wriggling around as his fingers slipped inside her. First one, then two fingers opened her, pushing teasingly, and then his thumb found her clitoris and began a circular rubbing motion. Hart’s face was rapt with passion, eyes deep and a darker shade of gold than before. When she pulled him in to kiss her, his tongue slipped into her mouth, roving all over in a search for conquest.

  It was relaxing, to let him take control of her body. Jane felt totally safe in Hart’s strong hands, and she lay back with no tension at all in limbs. Everything was pleasure, waves of passion hitting her with every thrust of his fingers, every flick of his thumb. When Hart’s kisses travelled all over her neck and breasts once again, Jane looked up into the leafy canopy overhead with a grin she couldn’t control. This was everything she had wanted, the thing that was worth leaving her stressful world behind for. Not long ago, she’d thought Elise was the lucky one, the one in a million to find real happiness, but now she was it. And it was the greatest feeling in the world.

  “You’d better not be daydreaming,” Hart chided, his lips against her stomach.

  “Oh, I am way beyond that,” she said with a giggle. “Who needs drugs when we’ve got this? This is the original high.”

  Hart’s fingers slipped out of her, leaving her barren and aching for them to resume their thrusting motions. He climbed on top of her body, resuming their original position, but now she felt his hard-on sliding along her thigh with an eager grace. She looked up into Hart’s face, watching a wicked grin overcome him.

  “I’ll bet I can take you higher still,” he promised.

  “Please,” Jane begged delightedly. “I really want to go there with you.”

  She let her legs open a little wider, and Hart shifted his hips to slide inside her. Jane held onto his firm back, hands roving downwards until she found those perfect buttocks she had glimpsed not long ago. She felt the muscles there squeeze tightly as Hart began to thrust into her, and the first push sent a wild wave of heat through her body. She shuddered, hardly able to contain her pleasure, and once again she was totally in Hart’s control. He knew just to what to do with her, fulfilling her with thrusts that changed in speed and depth.

  They grew faster the more they went on, and Hart buried his face against her neck, kissing the skin there wildly. Jane felt her back arch, her body lifting of its own accord to be as close as possible to Hart’s. Her hips began to spasm as she grew closer and closer to her climax, something deep inside her aching as the orgasm built. A moment later, she let it go, shaking and crying out in abandon as pleasure washed over her body. Hart took the sign, his hips wild in their final thrusts as he let his own climax go. Jane felt the wet warmth between them as he rocked their hips the last few times, before they collapsed in a breathless heap together.

  “Good lord,” Jane breathed in amazement. “You know, I didn’t even think about protection. What if we… you know?”

  Hart looked at her, his grin unflappable again.

  “Just made a baby?” he completed with a chuckle. “Hey, I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”

  Laid-back as ever. Jane turned and cuddled against Hart’s body, mulling over the possibility in her mind. Baby Isaak was adorable, and she had felt that deep, strong longing for a child of her own when she’d laid eyes on him. It certainly wouldn’t be the end of the world if she fell pregnant from the perfect moment they’d just shared. In fact, it would be the start of a whole new world for them together.

  Five months later.

  “It’s amazing how much a bunch of idiots can fend for themselves when you leave them to it,” Jane mused.

  “You’d better not be talking about me and my cousins,” Hart threatened playfully.

  He stole a kiss before Jane could reply, and she smiled at him wryly.

  “I mean my assistants at the agency,” she explained. “They’re doing just fine with me running the show from a distance. I’m only getting half as many crisis calls as when we first met.”

  “That’s just as well,” Hart replied with a chuckle. “We’re going to have plenty of crisis calls here now, with a lodge full of kids to tend to.”

  Layla had given birth to a little girl, whom she and Ben named Lily. She and Isaak were laid out on a rug with a series of toys above them for them to watch and play with, and Jane and Hart were on duty to make sure the babies got up to no mischief. With Kurt and Stacey now expecting twins too, there was all the more reason for them to practice their babysitting skills.

  “Look at them,” Jane mused, watching the curious faces of the babies as they looked up at their arch of toys. “They’re going to grow up here in the wilderness, away from all the stresses of the urban world. Lucky little buggers.”

  Hart gave a contented sigh. He came to sit beside Jane on the sofa, snuggling his body against hers in a perfect curve. She relaxed against him contentedly, leaning her head back on his strong chest. Hart’s hand wandered down her arm slowly, sliding over to the large, rounded bump of her belly. He put his palm flat over the solid sphere, and Jane put her own hand over his, holding it there firmly.

  “Do you think ours will look like these two?” Jane asked. “The Best gene pool seems pretty strong.”

  “The only thing I can guarantee you is that he or she will have golden eyes,” Hart told her. “And perhaps that cubs are even messier to clean up after than fully-human babies.”

  “Endless fun,” Jane replied, closing her eyes for a long moment.

  The door creaked opened somewhere nearby, and when Jane opened her eyes again, she met Elise’s grinning face at the door. The pretty blonde was peeping in on the children with a mother’s careful glance. Jane had a lot to learn from her on that front, and she was looking forward to it immensely.

  “Everything okay in here?” Elise asked.

  Jane felt Hart nod beside her, and she gave her friend a smile that stretched so wide it actually hurt her face a little.

  “Everything is absolutely perfect,” Jane replied.

  And, to her amazement, she was right.

  Amir

  120 Proof Honey III

  by

  Becca Fanning

  Kora Lane sat at her desk, reading over her latest article. This wasn’t the speed of her favorite stories to cover. She loved the ones with some sort of intrigue, some possibility of something illegal or a deeper, hidden story. Something secret to uncover and shock the reader with. This current article was basically a human interest piece, which she found boring, though she thought she had managed to spice up the part about the shop owner having a side romance with his supplier.

  Her boss, Davis, knocked on her door and walked in. “Got something for you.”

  “Oh?” She slid aside the article, marked in red where she wanted changes in the layout,
and let her pen hover over the top blank sheet of her notepad.

  “Ozark,” he said. “Up in the mountains. We got a report that there’s a house of men living there.”

  “I like where this is going so far.” She smirked and looked back up at him after making a quick note. “Continue.”

  “It’s suspected that there’s some illegal moonshine activity happening there. They have a business. Bear Natural Honey, and that might be their cover.”

  “Moonshine and honey. I like that. What else?”

  “That’s it. This one is all on you. The witness left an anonymous tip over the voicemail, so I can’t even give you his info. I don’t have any to give.”

  “Okay.” She tapped her pen against her lip. “This is definitely something I’ll check out. I’ll find out what’s going on up there in the mountains and bring it all into the light. I wonder if there’s any gay activity going on… House full of men, all living together?”

  “I don’t want to know how you’ll find out, but I know you’ll find something.” Davis rapped his knuckles twice on her desk and walked out.

  Kora started making notes immediately. She’d go to this house and find out what the real story was. Then she’d find a way to make it interesting to sell more papers.

  She drove up to the location listed on the web site for Bear Natural Honey. Unless they had separate business offices and processing facilities—unlikely for such a small operation—then this would be the place. She saw several big buildings, the bees buzzing around hives off to one side, and knew she had the place.

  With her notepad and digital recorder in hand, she maneuvered her heeled shoes over the gravel to the front door. She smoothed down the skirt of her business suit and knocked, her friendliest smile in place on her face.

  A large man opened the door. She took note of his features to write them down for later. Short black hair, dark skin, very good looking, very muscular. He cared about his appearance and his body. What could that mean for their cover up? Or was this a sign of the activities taking place with the other men? Well, she could certainly handle flirting with this fine specimen to see if he responded to her, a female.

  “Can I help you?”

  Mmm, and a slight middle eastern accent as well. Nice. “Yes, hello, my name is Kora Lane, and I’m with the Ozark Daily News. I’d like to talk to you about your business.”

  “Oh, umm.” He looked behind him into the house. “Usually Slade takes care of this sort of thing.”

  “Great. Is Slade here? Is he the CEO of the company?”

  “He’s not here right now. He’s, umm, I guess the CEO. We think of him as our leader.”

  How cute. This man seemed like the type that would talk. Just uncertain enough that she could convince him to spill everything. “Well, if this Slade isn’t here, I guess you’re my man.” She winked at him.

  His eyes widened slightly for an instant, then a slow smile crept over his face. He looked her over, but he was subtle about it. No blatant gawking at her chest. He was classier than that, she could see that now. He was downright sexy, too. Normally, she would never think about sleeping with a source for info, especially if he was the intended target for the story, but him? She wouldn’t mind taking him to bed to pump him for info.

  “Well, come on in.” He stepped aside and gestured toward a living room.

  She noticed immediately that the place was much cleaner than she expected. “Five men live here?”

  He chuckled. “We have a very good live-in housekeeper.”

  “That explains it then.” She took a seat on the edge of the couch, turning to face him.

  “You should have seen what it used to look like. Jasmine is a godsend.”

  “And she lives here, too?’ Kora made a note of this.

  “She’s Knox’s girlfriend.”

  Girlfriend. Got it. “Do all your girlfriends live here with you?”

  “Just her. Though Blair is here so much she might as well.”

  “Is Blair your girlfriend?”

  He shook his head. “Not mine. She’s Daxton’s.”

  “Got it. First things first.” She had her pen ready. “I do like to record my interviews in case I miss something important.” She patted her suit pocket. “I use a digital recorder. Just wanted to tell you for full disclosure. What’s your full name?”

  “Amir Thorne.”

  “Good name.” She gave him a half smile. “You could be a movie star with a name like that. Or a porn star by the looks of you.” She winked at him and he smiled to himself. “And the name of your company?”

  “Bear Natural Honey.” He patted his jeans and brought out a business card. “I usually keep a few of these on me.”

  He handed it to her and she looked it over. Professionally made, well designed. Impressive. There was his name and his title, quality control.

  “Quality control?” she asked.

  “I make sure all our products are the highest quality possible through testing and industry standards.”

  She nodded. “And can you tell me what it is you do here on the grounds?”

  “We make honey. We have the bee hives and a processing center. Recently, we’ve started branching out to soaps and other skin care products. We pack it and ship it from here, too. Our offices are here. What’s this story about, exactly?”

  She leaned in closer. “Well, I’ll tell you because you seem like such a decent guy. My boss thinks there’s illegal things happening up here. Now, I personally don’t believe him. But, I think this story is a good way to get out the truth and clear your name.”

  He nodded slowly. “Well, there’s certainly nothing illegal going on. We have lots of employees that make the honey. Slade does the paperwork and Dax helps him and does sales. Our products are sold in local markets all over the Ozark area.”

  “Great. Do you have any samples? I’d love to include a review in my story. You know, to help you out.” She winked at him again.

  “Sure. How about a tour? That way you can see for yourself that everything is on the up and up.”

  Her eyes widened. She hadn’t even had to talk him into it. “That would be lovely.”If they were making moonshine, it would be in big stills. Not so easy to hide. She’d look for any room that might contain such equipment. Maybe it was stored in part of the warehouse. Could those stills blow up like meth labs did? She’d have to check on that. If that was the case, they’d put them in the warehouse and probably not in the house.

  She stood, glanced down to make sure the little green light was still on on her digital recorder, and followed him out of the room.

  They didn’t spend much time in the kitchen or bathroom. These were basic rooms and she saw nothing much of interest there. In the office, though, he took her in and started explaining.

  “This is where Slade and Daxton mostly work.” He gestured to the two desks. “They do all the paperwork here. Inventory, ordering of supplies, payroll, taxes.” He indicated several thick binders as he spoke.

  There was one labeled “taxes,” but what did that mean? Its existence wasn’t proof. Was there anyway she could explore this room without him around?

  “No reason to think anything illegal is happening. We have all the paperwork right here.”

  She nodded. “I see that.”

  He took her out through the back door and into the large processing facility. She looked around carefully. Never knew when you might discover a health code violation or some employee situation run amok. She kept her eyes peeled for anything that would make a good story.

  As they walked, though, nothing seemed to be out of place. Maybe they were all straight and legal. Well, that wouldn’t make a great story. What angle could she take? Lonely men find love in the Ozarks? Honey attracts local ladies? Ugg. Those headlines bored even her. And if only two had girlfriends between them, was it even true?