Fast Bear: BBW Shapeshifter BWWM Werebear Paranormal Romance (Wild Alpha Shifters Book 2) by Zola Bird Read Free Book Online Page B

Petronis. Never again.”
    He was so close to her that she thought she was going to melt into him. Her sex ached at the thought of it. Ached at his strength. Ached at his gentleness. She knew she was getting wet down there, and his hardness wasn’t helping matters any. She had no doubt her entrance was glistening. Jeremy moved his hands farther up her torso until he was cupping her breasts. She let him do it. She wanted him to do it. She wanted him to do that and so much more.
    Her nipples tightened, budding until they were points. He kissed her ear, biting the lobe gently but firmly enough to tell her that he was serious and that no harm would come to her ever again. Then he reached into her bra, toying with her nipples as he dropped kisses down her neck. She needed to be naked with him. Needed him inside of her again. She needed it more than she had ever needed anything before.
    Bailey reached behind her, feeling at his coveralls, grasping for his member. She felt it there, beneath the coarse fabric, towering between his legs. She started moving her hand on it right there. Moving it up and down the shaft, even though it was still hidden by the fabric. A few stokes and she had already made it bigger and hungrier. He turned her toward him. But before their lips could meet, he picked her up and held her in his arms, carrying her across the shop floor.
    “Where are you taking me?” Bailey asked.
    “Didn’t I tell you nobody could ever hurt you again?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then wait and see.”

Chapter Five

    Jeremy dropped his head down to Bailey’s and their lips touched. An electric pulse shot out from her core and she immediately opened her mouth to his. Their tongues met, but it was only a tease. He pulled his lips away from her. Wait. Why is he doing that? And then she felt him lift her higher in his arms. She lay there like a baby. He was the only man who she could ever imagine lifting her like that. The only man with the strength to dare. In the next second she felt his arms disappear from beneath her.
    “Jeremy!”
    “Relax, babe.”
    She dropped a few inches and fell into something soft. Air mattresses? No, inner tubes. A whole pile of them.
    “What are these for?” she asked.
    “A community service. We blow them up for folks to tube down the river. But today it looks like we’ve got a better use for them.”
    “Really,” Bailey said, wiggling her butt inside one of the inner tubes so that she could get comfortable. “And what might that be?”
    “Keeping you comfortable, honey.”
    Jeremy unbuttoned his blue coveralls and let them drop. He wore nothing underneath, just his boots, his manhood standing at attention. The evening sun shone in through the windows at the top of the roll up doors, bathing his wide, muscular shoulders in a golden glow. His sinewy biceps and rock-hard abs glowed in that same yellow light and it felt like a dream to see him standing there completely naked and ready for her. Jeremy lifted a foot, removing one large boot, and then the other.
    “I’ll give you everything you need, doll. Diamonds, pearls, and six-hundred-thread-count sheets. All I ask is that you be mine.”
    Bailey lay back on the garage floor. Was she really going to let him take her? A bear shifter? Here? On the floor of the garage?
    The barn had been one thing, but this was becoming a habit… A delicious habit, she thought to herself. What the hell.
    She needed a balm for the ache within her. She needed to be filled, and not just her womanhood, her heart, too. She needed Jeremy now.
    “Then give it to me,” Bailey said. “Give me what you’ve got.”
    Bailey lay back and wriggled out of her panties. She was wearing a pleated skirt, so it was easier than before. She could tell she was wet, dripping actually, but before she was halfway out of the wet cotton garment, Jeremy had sunk to his knees and she felt his fingers stroking up the length of her folds. Her crease responded to his touch, slippery with