Hard (The Bear Chronicles of Willow Creek #2) (9 page)

Pulling her mouth from me, her breaths come out in strangled pants as she fights to get the much needed air into her lungs. Not bothering to give her a second to recover, I begin kissing down her neck and throat, mixing up a combination of licks and bites. When I reach the tender spot between her shoulder and neck, I take a moment to breathe her in before placing my teeth against her skin. Biting down gently, I don’t use enough force to break the skin, but instead, I use just enough pressure to let her know I’m claiming her.

Tilting her head to the side, she gives me the access I so desperately desire as she runs her hands down my back and grabs my ass with both of her tiny hands. Tilting her hips up toward me, she begins to grind her hot pussy against my pulsating dick, causing me to moan out in desire as I loosen my grip on her neck.

“Fuck, Angel. I’m sorry. I know we need to talk, but I have to take you right now. If I don’t sink balls deep inside of your tight little pussy this instant, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself,” I pant out as I continue to dry fuck her on the bed.

“Yes, Eli. Please. I need you so damn bad. I’m so fucking wet right now. I need you to take me.”

Taking her words as the acceptance I need to go ahead, I grab the hem of her tiny tank top and give it a tug, tearing the offending material off of her gorgeous body. Whipping the material over my shoulder, I take a moment to look down at the tips of her perky nipples pushing against the black lace of her bra. Unable to resist tasting her even a moment longer, I bend down and latch onto one of the offered peaks, sucking it into my mouth.

As I continue to suck on her tit, I bring my other hand up and begin kneading and tugging at the other nipple. Pinching down on her tight bud, I give a slight twist, and at the same time, I grind my stiff cock down hard on her pussy.

The force of my dick against her is all she needs to begin coming apart at the seams as her torso lifts from the bed and she screams out her delight. Unable to wait for her orgasm to subside, I release her nipple with a pop and, without bothering to fight with the latch, I allow a single claw to descend from my finger tip and slice right through the material between her two perky breasts.

As soon as her tits are bared to me, I go about making quick work of her shorts and panties until she is laid out completely bare beneath me.

Jumping from the bed, I quickly tear at my own clothes until I’m standing bare-assed in front of her with my cock standing at attention. I’m so worked up at the moment, I know without even looking down that I’m making a mess of the comforter as my dick weeps a steady stream of pre-cum.

Liza sits up on the bed and licks her lips before she starts to crawl toward me. The sight of her naked tits swinging as she crawls across the bed is enough to have me coming at any second. Fighting to restrain myself, I grab my dick and give it a harsh squeeze, slamming my eyes shut so that I’m focusing on my own hand rather than the temptress coming toward me.

Before I can even open my eyes, I feel the warmth of Liza’s breath a second before she licks up the underside of my cock from root to tip. Wrapping her tiny hand around my own, she swirls her tongue around my head a few times before sucking me inside of her hot mouth and dropping down until the tip of her nose is touching my stomach.

My head falls back as a groan works its way out of me. Fisting her hair in my hands, I look back down and guide her mouth up and down the length of my cock before pulling her off completely. “Fuck, baby. If you keep that up, I’m not gonna last.”

She smirks up at me as she rises up on her knees and licks across my bottom lip. Releasing a growl, I grab onto her waist and lift her from the bed. Holding her close, I don’t give her a moment’s notice before slamming her down on my dick.

“Fuck yes,” she screams. “God, Eli, you feel so damn good.”

Running my nose up her neck, I continue lifting her on and off of my cock at a punishing rate. Her tight pussy is strangling my cock with its hold, and it’s all I can do not to blow my load deep inside of her greedy little cunt.

“That’s right, Angel. Take my dick. I’m so fucking hard for you right now. I’ll never get enough of this pussy for as long as I live.”

Her pussy muscles clench around me at the same time she digs her nails into the tops of my shoulders. With a shudder, she begins to cum around me with such force I can literally feel her fluids dripping from my balls.

Stepping up to the bed, I dip down and place her on the mattress, never once stopping my thrusts into her body.

Grabbing onto her hips, I dig my fingers in and begin to power into her with long smooth strokes. “You better hold on, Angel. I’ve been gentle with your pussy so far. Now, it’s time to take you hard and let you know exactly who you belong to. You won’t be able to take a step for the rest of the week without feeling just how deeply I’ve claimed you.”

Looking down into her glazed eyes, I don’t give her the opportunity to respond to me as I lean down and take one of her nipples into my mouth, gently sinking my teeth into the tender flesh.

The second my teeth sink into her breast, she releases another cry and begins to writhe on the bed as her orgasm consumes her.

Slipping out until just the head of my dick is in her tight body, I slam back in with such force my balls bounce off of her ass, and she slides up the bed from the impact. Placing a knee on the bed, I continue to thrust into her two more times before I feel my balls begin to pull up and the need to cum wins out.

With one final thrust, I feel my orgasm take over me as I fill her with spurt after spurt of my hot cum.

Dropping my forehead down to rest on her chest, I take a minute to catch my breath before leaning up and placing a kiss on her swollen lips. “Fuck, baby. After that, I’m never letting you go.”

Releasing a giggle, she just shakes her head back and forth while looking at me with dazed eyes. “You keep fucking me like that with that godly cock of yours, and I’ll never be tempted to be anywhere but here.”

Laughing at her craziness, I slide out of her body and lie on the bed beside her. Allowing myself to soak up her warmth, I stay silent for a few minutes before saying, “Well, as much as I don’t want to talk about this right now, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?” she asks.

Rolling to my side, I place my head in my hands and look down at her, contemplating how best to broach the subject of that sleazy reporter, Mr. Weaver. “So, a few months ago, this reporter started snooping around here. At first, it seemed harmless, but before we knew it, he was creating way too much interest in our little town. Suddenly, we were swarmed with tourists and unwanted visitors.”

Shaking my head, I lean forward and nuzzle my nose against hers. “Well, not all visitors are unwanted,” I say with a wink.

Laughing, she jabs me with her elbow. “All right, Mr. Sweet Talker, keep going.”

“Well, after a while, they started to notice that all of us are related to the original founders of the community. Once they noticed that, they realized that no one other than the families of the original founders has ever lived here. Of course, as soon as they put all those pieces together, they started questioning us. Things like cults and incest started being mentioned, and as you can imagine, that is the last thing we want people saying about us. As soon as those words are mentioned, you get even more unwanted attention.”

She nods her head in understanding, and I look at her gorgeous face before sucking in a deep breath of air. Deciding that it’s best to get this over with fast, I allow the next words to tumble out of my mouth in a stream.

“Ethan decided the best way to get the light off of us and our town was to start bringing in outsiders. Humans to be exact. So, he contacted a mail order bride company and found your sister. You pretty much know the rest of their story. Of course, we had no damn idea that he would end up selecting his true mate, but still, the sole purpose of her coming here was to help us out of a bind.”

Sitting up on the bed, she crosses her legs and looks down at me, biting her lip while she thinks over what to say to my admission. “All right, so I may not agree with the reasons behind Amelia coming here, but even I have to admit it was the best thing she’s ever done. She’s struggled for so long. It’s nice to finally see her happy. Plus, I guess it was an added bonus that I was able to come here with her and meet you.”

Pulling myself up, I sit on the bed facing her before cupping her tiny face in my hands. Brushing my thumb over her lower lip, I just sit there looking at her in awe. “So, you aren’t mad about any of this?” I ask.

Placing a kiss on my lips, she shakes her head no. “How could I be mad, Eli? If it weren’t for Ethan’s stupid plan, I wouldn’t have met you. I will never be mad about that.”

“God, you blow me away, Angel. How the fuck did I get so damn lucky?”

Laughing at me, she reaches out and pinches my nipple, causing me to growl. “Tell you what, big boy, if you would like, I’ll sit down and talk with this reporter as well. Help make things a little clearer about how the town actually runs. You good with that?”

“I really don’t want you anywhere near that dick weasel, but I’m sure Ethan would appreciate it.”

“Well then, it’s settled. Get in touch with this dick weasel and let me at him.”

Chapter Twelve

Liza

THE DOORBELL
rings, letting us know the reporter has arrived, and my heartbeat races as my nerves play havoc on my stomach. Just knowing this man is trying to discover the secret of Willow Creek has me hating him. The people here aren’t hurting anyone, so they should be left alone, but vultures like Mr. Weaver will never allow that to happen. He wants his fifteen minutes of fame, even if it destroys the thousands of people who call this town home. 

Eli stands up and places a hand out for me. “Come on, babe. He’s here.”

Grabbing his hand, I stand up from my chair and walk with him to the door. God, what made me tell Eli I would talk to this guy? I hate being questioned. I’m always worried that I’m going to sound like a moron and screw shit up. “Is there anything specific you want me to say to Mr. Weaver?”

“You can tell him I have the biggest dick you’ve ever seen,” he replies with a sexy grin. 

“No way, Mister.” Bumping his hip with mine, I laugh. “If I did that, all the women would be chasing after you.”

Coming to a sudden stop in front of the door, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me breathless. “I will never want another woman but you, Angel. A million women could throw themselves at me, and I would still search for you at the end of the day.” With those words, he opens the door to the man who could destroy us all. 

Not surprisingly, the man looks like a weasel: skinny, balding head, with a slimy smile on his face. His suit is grey plaid and is at least a few decades old, and his baby blue tie has a large mustard stain spread across it. He’s wearing a pair of silver wire-framed glasses, and a matching mustard stain adorns his chin.  

“Let’s get this over with,” Eli says, not giving him a chance to introduce himself. 

Leaving the reporter outside, my man leads me back to the living room and takes a seat, pulling me into his lap. “Don’t be nervous, babe.”

“Easy for you to say,” I mumble as Mr. Weaver walks into the room, attempting to be sly as he scopes out our home. As soon as he realizes we’re watching him, he waddles over and takes a seat across from us.  

His eyes look from Eli to me, obviously trying to figure out why a grown woman is sitting in a man’s lap, but he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he lays a small recorder on the table and smiles. “Thank you for giving me this interview, Ms. Calder.”

I nod and attempt to smile back. “It’s no trouble at all.”

“Let’s start with an easy question. Why did you decided to move to Willow Creek?”

“My sister moved here to be with her husband, so I decided to tag along,” I reply honestly, not telling him how upset I was when Amelia decided to make the move.

He narrows his eyes before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small notebook. “Your sister is Amelia Artair, the mayor’s wife. Correct?”

“Yes,” I answer, starting to relax. If all his questions are this simple, I have no reason to be so worried. 

“Do you know how your sister met her husband?”

Immediately, his question puts me on guard, wondering why he is asking about Amelia and Ethan and not asking more about my decision to stay here. “Of course I do. They met online.”

He smiles again, looking directly into my eyes. “Do you not think it’s odd that your sister and brother-in-law met on the website, Brides Incorporated?”

I can feel Eli’s body tensing up and know that this wasn’t the line of questions he was expecting either. “No, I think they were lucky to have found each other, no matter how it happened. Who wouldn’t want to meet their soul mate, regardless of how they found them?”

“Do you think she’s happy living in Willow Creek?”

Again, his question surprises me, but I do my best not to let it show. “I think she could live at the North Pole and be happy, as long as Ethan was by her side.”

Eli’s arms tighten around me, letting me know he agrees. “Ethan feels the same way about her.”