Hollywood Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance Read Online Free PDF Page B

cock. He let out a yell as he carried her over the edge, ecstasy ringing outward, his pulsing against hers, and hers echoing back again.
    He lay against her back. They both relaxed, breath shuddering, sweat mingling. Her pussy throbbed and shuddered around his cock. She wished he could stay in there forever, but reality claimed them again when the table gave another warning squeak.
    “This thing is two creaks away from smashing into firewood,” he said as he pulled out.
    Shelley sat up, light-headed with afterglow. She smiled at the way he ran his lingering golden-brown gaze down her body. Then he bent to the trunk. Companionably they split the hand wipes, using those to clean up as best they could. They tossed the used wipes into the fire and then sorted out their clothes. By then they had half dried.
    Gradually the demands of reality caught her attention. As she sat on the trunk to re-buckle her boots over the stiff, damp legs of her jeans, she thought, What just happened?
    She’d just had the best sex she had ever had in her life, with none other than Bearzilla, who had glared at her from his mighty throne on every previous encounter. And he was technically her boss, if only for another day. Awkward enough?
    Only if I let it be , she told herself. He’d clearly enjoyed it as much as she had.  As for the rest, she would say nothing. Maybe he’d say nothing. They’d go back to work as if nothing had happened.
    That was easiest. That was best. But a pulse of regret surprised her. No. She shut that down fast. No regrets. Rule One. She was not going to let anything ruin what she knew would become a stellar memory, a welcome thing after so many not-so-good ones.
    As she finished up with her boots, he tidied the room, pausing when he spotted the ripped condom. He snorted a laugh, and attraction swelled in her all over again, causing her to smother laughter. He smiled her way as he wadded the plastic up and shoved it into his back pocket to dispose of later.
    “That was amazing,” he said, and lower, “You are amazing.”
    She sensed that he was wondering if she was going to try to make that encounter more than it was— a sweet but one-time thing. She searched for something to say that would reassure him that she wasn’t going to pressure him for anything more. 
    “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” she said, proud of how casual her voice came out. “I think the sun is out.” She pointed to the floor, where lines of light painted the filthy floor between the warped boards of the shutters.
    “All right,” he said. “Can we talk later?”
    She hesitated, not sure what to say. While she considered a range of possibilities, he moved out into the rain-washed air amid a musical orchestra of drips from trees, awnings, bushes, straight to a plastic gallon milk jug that someone had cut the top off and positioned under the awning. It was now half-full of dirty water. This he carried inside, and a second later came the hiss of the fire being put out.
    He replaced the carton where it had been, then picked up his helmet and gloves. She picked up hers too.
    Shelley followed him outside to the bikes, thinking hard. While she liked his concern for the environment, his going straight to that milk carton meant that he knew this place.
    Well, of course he did , she told herself. If he knew these mountains, he’d probably been up here with other women. She didn’t know whether to be grossed out or amused. Shelley reached for amusement. This was clear evidence that the episode for him had been nothing more than casual sex, probably something he did every day in his highly-paid Hollywood lifestyle.
    When he glanced over at her, she remembered his question.
    She jammed on her helmet. “I’m good.”
    Shelley pulled on her gloves, threw her leg over the bike, and fired up the engine. That was cool and casual enough, wasn’t it?
     
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    He couldn’t think—he almost couldn’t talk. His bear was very close to the surface.