Bear The Blaze (Firebear Brides 3) Read Online Free PDF

the precipice of her release.
    “Cum for me, beautiful,” he said, and again she couldn’t—and wouldn’t—fight what he wanted from her.
    With an earsplitting scream of pure ecstasy, she ground back into him and let the orgasm take her. Wave after wave rocked her body, crashing above, in, and around her and taking her with it completely. She held on for dear life, her pussy milking Ragnar’s cock hungrily. A little part of her told her that she should worry, she should be safe, but a much louder part of her told the voice to shut the fuck up and enjoy the feeling of him filling her up.
    Ragnar bit into her shoulder gently at first, and then harder, his driving thrusts growing more erratic and short. He had to be close. When she slammed back into him once in the last throes of her orgasm, he couldn’t deny her any longer. With a roar, he emptied into her, long, thick ropes of cum shooting out of his rigid, veiny cock. And she loved every second of it, just as raw and untamed as it was.
    When Ragnar finally pulled out, they were both out of breath and worn ragged. He pulled up his pants and with an ounce of sadness, she watched him tuck away that still half-hard cock of his, already missing it desperately. Ragnar gently pulled up her jeans over her wide hips and then slide her bra straps up. Abigail was still too shuddery to even think about covering herself up. She yelped as he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her carefully outside again and sitting down on the bench where it had all started.
    She was cradled against his wide, strong chest, her head resting on his shoulder in blissful silence, inhaling his scent and loving the way his sweat-dappled skin felt underneath her fingertips. They sat like that for a while, coming down from their high.
    “That was…” she started, running out of words to describe what the hell that exactly was.
    “Yup,” he confirmed with a chuckle, kissing her forehead softly.
    “You’re a man of surprises, Ragnar Hamilton,” she said with a chuckling sigh, uncurling herself from his grip slowly and sitting up on his knees.
    He still kept a protective arm around her, like he had no intention of ever letting her stray too far from him. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to be anywhere where he wasn’t, and that was a scary thought.
    You barely know him, she reminded herself.
    “You don’t know the half of it,” he said casually, and that hit hard.
    He was right. She didn’t. All that Abigail knew about this man was that he was the brother of one of her closest friends and that he had a dark past, one that made her heart beat far faster than it should have. And now she’d fucked him in a damn shed in the middle of the day when anyone could have walked in on them. Sort of mortified by what she’d done, she slid off his lap and plucked her shirt off the lawn, pulling it on.
    Ragnar looked at her with surprise in his eyes. The sun caressed his muscles and the desire to be back in his arms was almost overwhelming in its intensity.
    “Everything okay, beautiful?” he asked softly.
    She shook her head with a forced smile, unsure of whether she was trying to convince him or herself.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. There’s work to do, you know?”
    Ragnar nodded mutely, getting up. He was about to step into the workshop when he stopped at the door, looking at Abigail. His hazel eyes sucked her in immediately.
    “You know they planned this, right?”
    “Planned what?” Abigail asked, confused.
    “You. Me. In Idaho. There’s no reason why one of us couldn’t have come to Los Angeles and picked up that truck. They wanted us here together.”
    “For what?” Abigail asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
    Smirking darkly, Ragnar kept her gaze. “You’ve been imported, Abigail. A real modern mail-order bride, except they got you here with a phone call and nobody warned either you or me about this.”
    “What?!” Abigail asked, surprise hitting her in the face like a baseball bat.