First Bear: BBW Shapeshifter BWWM Werebear Paranormal Romance (Wild Alpha Shifters Book 1) by Zola Bird Read Free Book Online

believed he was, then she had just totally misread the situation. His face wasn’t in that woman’s lap. She was his therapist. But what was troubling him so much that he needed to call up his therapist from the city? Maybe it was those big personal issues he had alluded to earlier. The ones that had caused him to bail on her before prom. Jada was losing her patience. Sooner or later he was going to have to tell her just what those personal issues were. Besides what kind of therapist made house calls? Maybe more to the point, what kind did of therapist made house calls, parked in a car, while looking all done-up like that?
    “How can I trust you, Brandon? Therapist or not, how can I trust you when you waltz into my life like this after all these years?”
    “I don’t know, Jada. But if you find it in your heart, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make up all the pain I caused you.”
    “Why?”
    “Why what?”
    “Why are you expending all this energy on me?”
    “Don’t you know?”
    Jada shook her head.
    “Because you’re the one.”
    His words hit her deep. Right at the core. She was the one. Jada took a deep breath. She knew she needed to slow down, to reevaluate,   but she wanted to believe him. She did believe him. She had the tingles again, that electric energy that shot straight from the tips of Brandon’s fingers to her spine. She couldn’t believe that a man could have this effect on her. But Brandon wasn’t just any man. Once upon a time, when she was still a girl, she had imagined that he could be hers.
    Brandon let go of her hands and went to the showroom door. He locked it with a click. Then he turned off the overhead spots, leaving only the streetlights to cast their glow on the highly buffed sports cars. He came to her.
    “Brandon? What are you up to?”
    “I need to please you, Jada. I need you to know how I feel.”
    He ran his hands up Jada’s back. She thrilled to his touch. Even through the silky fabric of her blouse, his fingers sent sparks through her. Brandon guided her to the front of the nearest car, a shiny, orange Lamborghini. Then he placed his hands lovingly around her waist and sat her on the hood.
    She forgot her prior anger and wiggled a little farther up the hood of the sleek race car, her legs dangling over the front bumper. Jada could hardly believe she was in this situation again. One minute Brandon was consorting with who knew who, and the next he was here with her, her behind firmly planted on the hood of a four-hundred-thousand dollar sports car. But she didn’t want to stop him, not when he spoke to her the way he did. The way he talked to her made her feel like the only woman in the world. Brandon moved in close. So close that their lips almost touched.
    “Lie back, Jada. I need to make you mine.”
    His lips hovered over hers.
    “I’m my own woman, Brandon. I may choose to share myself with you, but I’ll never be yours. I’ll never be a possession.”
    “No. But you’ll be my mate.”
    “Will I?”
    “Yes, Jada. You will.”
    Okay. Jada wasn’t going to fight that. She lay back. The carbon fiber hood of the car felt surprisingly good on her back as she stretched herself out, out all the way up to the sleek raked windshield. Brandon moved in between her legs. She felt his hardened rod touching her, teasing her.
    So hard. So fine.
    Brandon planted a strong hand on either side of her and bent low, kissing her neck, almost biting it. But he stopped himself, and instead Jada sensed only a tiny pinch. Brandon moved up to her lips, but this time Jada didn’t wait. She opened her mouth, thrusting her tongue out to meet his. Brandon met her with as much force, maybe more, touching the tip of her tongue with his, probing her mouth hungrily. His feet still firmly planted on the showroom floor, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her harder and deeper. He ran his fingers up her blouse, removing it.
    “Brandon.”
    “Relax, my love.”
    Brandon unclipped her bra,