Second Chance Bear and a Baby: BBW Bear Shifter Baby Paranormal Romance (Who's the Daddy? Book 3) (12 page)

He bent his head and kissed her, but she pushed him gently away. “No. That’s not it.”

“Then what?” His face clouded over with worry, and she couldn’t bear him thinking she might be about to finish their relationship.

So she just blurted it out. “I’m going to have a baby. Our baby.”

He took a step backwards and sat down heavily on the bed. “You are pregnant.”

“We didn’t take precautions. Remember?” She went and sat next to him. “Not the first time.”

“I remember. I remember every detail of that night. Our first time.” He put his arm over her shoulders, and hugged her close. “I’m sorry. I know it’s probably not what you wanted.”

“I don’t know about that. It’s just not exactly what I planned. But then only a few weeks ago I was single with no prospect of a boyfriend. Now I have you.” She kissed his cheek and held his other hand, stroking the back of it with her fingertips. “And you say you are here to stay.”

“I am,” he reassured her.

“Then I guess it would be nice to have a family.”

“Mike told me about your parents,” he said gently. “That is not going to be us.”

“I know.” She nodded. “I know. It still scares me though, that having a child so early in our relationship will be more difficult.”

“We’ll manage. As long as we make time for each other, and talk to each other.” He sighed, and she knew he was smiling. “I never dared hope I could be this happy.”

She lifted her head and looked at him, her hand stroking his cheek. “I’m so happy we found each other, Liam. I think we should make Joel the godfather of our child, just as a way of saying thank you.”

Liam chuckled. “Yes, the guy should be around to share in the responsibility of the child he helped create. If it wasn’t for him…”

“Or Louisa dying,” Carla finished.

“Or Louisa dying.” He kissed the top of her head. “Fate.”

“Fate.”

They sat in silence for a moment, and then he moved off the bed, to kneel before her on one knee. “Will you marry me, Carla?”

“Yes.” She didn’t ask if he was sure, she already knew the answer. Wrapping her arms around him, she slid down to the floor to kneel next to him, their bodies pressed together.

“I haven’t got a ring,” he admitted.

“Then we should find another way to seal the deal.”

“Seal the deal,” he laughed. “What do you have in mind?”

She nuzzled his neck. “I think you know exactly what is on my mind, because it is on your mind too.” She placed her hand on his cock, and squeezed it, hearing him groan.

“You don’t want to know what’s on my mind,” he said, pushing forward to increase the pressure she was putting on him.

“Oh, yes I do,” she said seductively, hoping Tammy had managed to get hold of Mike and he wasn’t about to come walking in and find them making love. She felt like a schoolgirl again, a naughty schoolgirl.

Liam moved, picking her up effortlessly and placing her down so she was sitting on the side of the bed, her feet on the floor. Lifting her skirt, he slid it up over her thighs, and then looped his fingers inside the elastic and pulled her panties down. Lowering his head, he began to kiss her inner thighs, working his way frustratingly slowly towards her aching sex.

She watched him, her hands stroking his back, occasionally moving to the nape of his neck and encouraging him to move faster, but he couldn’t be forced to move any quicker, so she had to endure every agonizing moment of ecstasy. Each kiss was accompanied by his tongue making small, circling movements that set her body on fire.

The ache between her thighs grew, her clit throbbing with need. A need for his mouth to suck her there, his tongue to lavish attention on her most sensitive place. As the torture of waiting grew in intensity, she lifted her hips, offering herself to him.

He placed his hands under her knees and lifted her legs, resting them on his shoulders, either side of his head. Holding her firmly in place, he at last pressed his lips to her clit, his tongue flicking over it. She cried out, the sensations so much more than she had anticipated, and her expectations had been high.

She fisted his hair roughly, her brain sending out signals to both pull him away and stop the torture he was inflicting on her, or make him give her more of that exquisite pain. She sobbed, her hips thrusting upwards, back arched as if a spasm took hold of her body. Her release was so close, but she didn’t want it to end.

Liam shifted her legs, freeing one of his hands to stroke along the length of her sex, probing her, then thrusting two fingers inside her, while his mouth worked its magic on the sensitive bundle of nerves that were the center of her existence.

His fingers moved roughly, in and out of her, his teeth grazing her clit, and in one long shuddering moment, the two sensations joined as one and she came. Pulsing, aching, her sex contracted around his fingers, she was so wet, he glided in and out of her, milking her orgasm from her, until she was utterly spent. Limp, exhausted, she lay with her eyes closed, as she fought to get her breathing under control. There was no hope for her emotions; they were in tatters.

Liam released her, lips kissing her soft thighs as he moved, the warmth of his body leaving her, and she shivered, chilled now he had gone.

Opening her eyes, she watched him stand up, and quickly strip off his jeans and T-shirt. There he stood, naked, glorious in his arousal. He was all hers, and tendrils of desire awoke once more in her stomach and unfurled, spreading out until her skin was aflame, needing his touch.

Carla sat up, and undid the buttons of her shirt, while he watched, licking his lips. He wanted to taste her skin, she could see it in his eyes. Who was she to deny him?

Unclasping her bra, she freed her breasts and then stood up, only a foot away from him. The heat of his skin crossed the space between them, warming her. Surely he should be glowing, he seemed so hot! Tearing her mind away from him, she fumbled with the clasp on her skirt. He unnerved her in the most intoxicating way.

At last, her skirt was loose, and she let it fall to pool at her feet, while she pushed her panties down over her thighs. Stepping to the side, she stood as naked as he was, waiting for him to move, to touch her, but he simply stood and stared. Embarrassed, never liking to be naked like this with the lights on, she moved to cover herself.

“Don’t,” he said. Liam’s eyes were dark with desire. He closed the space between them, his hands stroking her skin. She let her arms fall to her sides, tilting her head up to claim his mouth. Fierce lips, warm hands, he awakened her body, and her arousal, unlocking a deep need for him. She had wanted him before, but nothing like this.

Pulling him back towards her, they fell onto the bed. Wriggling around, she opened her thighs so he could nestle between them, his cock pressing against her sex. Then he entered her, filling her, their bodies joined as one, in a perfect moment of bliss. Liam rested his weight on his elbows, moving slowly inside her.

“I love you,” he said, and began to move faster, in and out of her, thrusting deeper and deeper.

“I love you too,” she gasped, the feel of him impaling her on his cock leaving her breathless.

“We are going to have a perfect life.” He leaned down and kissed her, his lips soft, his tongue probing, and she let him in, just as she had let him into her life.

Digging her nails into his back, she urged him on, wanting him to come inside her, to know how much he was enjoying their lovemaking. Just as she was, the sensations flooding her body, a testament to how much he turned her on, and how well he knew how to satisfy her.

She may not have been his first mate, but she didn’t mind being second in this one thing. It meant that he was hers, and she was his, and their baby would be born in a house filled with love.

When he erupted inside her, a chain reaction swept through her, and her orgasm took her over the edge with him. They were one in that moment, and she had a glimpse of what it was to be bonded to a shifter. Kissing his neck, she whispered in his ear, “Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for choosing life.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” When she looked into his eyes, she saw the truth there, and knew that any guilt he carried was gone. They had created a new life together, and he would never want to change that. Drug or no drug.

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