Clay (BBW Secret Baby Bear Shifter Romance) (Secret Baby Bears Book 4) (73 page)

"Lorne?" Sam's voice cut across her reverie, and she turned to him, quickly plastering a smile on her face.

"You ready?" She rubbed her hands together.
 

"Yeah. Looks like we'll be going down to the caves, just in case they try to double-bluff us and go back there."

"Sounds good," she nodded. "I'll put together some supplies and we can get going."

Lorne's skill for hyper-organization had them leaving the hotel in less than fifteen minutes, weighed down with food, blankets, and waterproofs.

"I don't know where you even found most of this stuff," Sam nodded admiringly. "I was just going to take some beer and chips and be done with it."

"We don't know how long we're going to be down there," she pointed out. "I don't want to be too cold to run away or too hungry to fight if they do turn up."

"Can I just say, I was so fucking impressed with the way you took down that wolf earlier," Sam nodded, shrinking down into his jacket in an attempt to ward off the wind and the rain.

"Yeah, you're welcome," Lorne lifted her chin proudly. "I can't figure out why the bullets didn't work on them, though."

"I've never seen that before," Sam wrinkled up his face as they began their descent to the caves. "I told everyone else, so at least they know not to go firing guns at them."

"I'm pretty sure I'm the only one of us who came armed," Lorne pointed out, ducking down to avoid some overhanging rock. Sam glanced up at her, his bronze eyes gleaming, and grinned.

"Yeah, I can't say I'm that surprised," he commented, and she cocked her head at him.

"What does that mean?"

"Just that it seems like you'd do anything for the people you care about," he explained, as the two of them climbed down the slick rock and into the relative dry of the cave.
 

"Is that a bad thing?" She defended herself, and he held his hands up.

"No, no, not at all. In fact, I can relate to that."
 

"Yeah?"

"What do you think I'm doing here?" He gestured around them. "I don’t make a habit of chilling out in caves most weekends."

"So, you're doing this for Tom?" She asked, avoiding his gaze for a moment. She didn't know why, but she couldn't stop herself hoping for a different name to pass his lips.

"Well, Tom, and everyone else back there," he replied nonchalantly, laying out one of the blankets and sitting himself down. "And down here, of course."

Lorne snorted, trying to hide the fact that that was what she really wanted to hear.
 

"You've only known me for a day," she pointed out.
 

"And I care about you," he shrugged, as if it was obvious.
 

"How?" Lorne was used to her feelings following logic, and that meant that you wouldn't risk your life to protect someone until you'd known them at least twenty-four hours.

"I don’t know. Does there have to be a reason? I know you like to fit everything into little boxes so it can all make sense, but sometimes it doesn't."

"How do you know that?" she demanded.
 

"That was exactly what I was like, before I started shifting. I can see it in you, I remember what it was like. And then, when I was bout sixteen, I started to shift, and I couldn't make that fit into any little boxes. So I had to stop trying, and just accept that sometimes shit doesn't make any sense," he shrugged, and it sounded as if he'd thought about that very concept plenty of times before.
 

Lorne paused for a second, and found herself thrown slightly off-centre. Usually, she was good at keeping her real feelings hidden-presenting a cool front to people until she'd made her mind up about who to let in and who to shut out. But Sam could see right through her, and that was both terrifying and amazing in equal measure. She looked at him, sitting there, opposite her, on the blanket, the wind echoing distantly off the walls of the cave, and bit her lip. And she knew it was a calculated move, but that didn't make it any less satisfying when Sam leant forward and pressed his lips against her's.
 

Just like Sam himself, the kiss felt electrifyingly…new. His tongue slipped hungrily past her lips, his hand snaking up to cut the back of her neck, and she felt almost dizzy with excitement. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had sex, let alone the last time she'd hooked up in a cave in the middle of a storm while being pursued by a pack of shifter wolves. Yeah, it was probably the stupidest thing they could possibly have done at that particular second, but Lorne was tired of always doing everything the right way, always making the most logical choice. All she wanted was to feel his tongue in her mouth, at that moment, and why shouldn't she take what she wanted, just this one time?
 

He pulled her over on top of him, and she parted her legs to straddle him, feeling his erection pressing through his jeans and against her. They ground together, making out like teenagers, which was, incidentally, exactly what Lorne felt like, having spent most of her adolescence fantasizing about getting past first base with a cute shifter boy. It felt good to let go and indulge that side of her, even if she had done so much to shut off her whimsical side in the last decade or so. His hands ran up and down her back, and seemed to leave a trail of sparks wherever they brushed her.
 

"Look, I would insist you get naked right now, but I don’t want you to end up with hypothermia," Sam drew back, tilting his head towards the wind and rain outside. "But I really, really want to fuck you."

"Hey, there's plenty more we can do with our clothes on," she countered, running her mouth along his throat. "Before we fuck, of course."
 

"Mmmm," he groaned, and pulled her face back down to his, his tongue pushing hard into her mouth once again. He flipped her over, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and raised her hips to meet him. They were grinding against each other hard, trying to find any kind of relief they could, their bodies already aching with desire.
 

Lorne slid her hand down, into his jeans, and massaged his cock through his underwear. She pulled back slightly to watch his expression, the slight v that formed between his eyebrows as he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. Lorne couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on, the last time she'd needed someone the way she needed Sam, right then, right there. He slipped a hand up her shirt, skimming his fingers at the underside of her bra and she let out a moan of appreciation.
 

He reached up and yanked down the cups of her bra, exposing her beneath her shirt; he ever-so-lightly raked his nails across her bare breasts, tickling her lightly, before pinching her nipple hard and making her squeal. The noises were lost to the wind outside, and Lorne prayed that they wouldn't get rudely interrupted.

She slipped her hand under his boxers, and took her time wrapping her fingers around his thick cock and massaging it up and down. His breath grew heavier in her ear, and she grinned with satisfaction-knowing that he wanted her as much as she wanted him was turning her on more than anything else. He placed a hand lightly against her stomach, skimming his fingers up and down the top of her jeans, and she arced her hips up, encouraging him to go further.
 

"You want me to?" He asked softly, pushing just his thumb under her waistband and lightly pulling it up, allowing it to snap down gently against her skin.

She could only manage a nod, so he rolled down next to her, and lifted her leg so that it was over his. She continued to jerk him off, reveling in the feeling of his cock growing harder beneath her touch. She stared at him intently as he slid his hand back down, beneath her jeans, cupping her lightly through her panties. Just feeling the heat of his hand against her was tantalizing, the cold of the wind outside made for an intense contrast. She wrapped her leg further around him and drew him closer, begging him with her eyes to go further, to go deeper.
 

After skimming his fingers up and down the bare skin either side of her panties for a moment longer, he hooked his fingers around the thin fabric and pushed his fingers inside of her. Lorne threw her head back in silent ecstasy, pushing her hips towards his hand. He slid his fingers in and out of her, and she slid her hand round to his butt to pull him closer. Their lips found each other again, in a sweeter, slower kiss, as Sam fucked her gently with his hand. Their bodies were rocking against each other, the blanket rubbing up against Lorne's bare skin, and she tried to cast her mind back to the last time she'd had sex anywhere other than a bed. She came up blank, and half-wondered why she hadn't thought to try this before. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew why, she knew it was because someone like Sam had to come smashing into her life and tip upside down everything she was certain she knew about herself. She felt another jolt of arousal lance through her body as it really clicked what was happening, her and Sam, then, there, in the cold and the wind and the terrible, life-threatening danger. She titled her head and kissed him even deeper, as if she half-wanted to swallow him whole.
 

Sam moved his fingers slightly, changing his rhythm to shallower, faster thrusts, as he lowered his head to press his lips against Lorne's neck. She gripped his hair, holding him in place, her eyes squeezed shut, she could already feel her climax building, as if it was suddenly coming into focus. Suddenly, she felt her body shudder in his arms, as she erupted around him, her pussy clenching tight around his fingers. He slowly pulled his hand away from her pussy, but she knew she needed more, and soon.
 

"Fuck me?" She gasped, "I'm on the pill, I just need-"

Without a word, Sam flipped her over and yanked her jeans down another few inches, exposing her. She could feel his heart pounding through his chest, against her back, and gasped as his lips found her ear.
 

"Like this?" He asked, and she could feel his erection pressing up against her ass as he waited for her response.

"Uh-huh," was all she could manage in response. She was so used to being completely in control, but here she was, happy to hand over the power to him for the time being. He pressed his cock against her slit, and slowly eased himself inside of her, until he was buried up to the hilt. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and let out a long breath, tickling her neck as he did so.
 

Lorne bit her lip, she had never felt so full in all her life, never so satisfied from someone just entering her. He slowly began to move, slipping in and out, and she twisted her head round so she could press her lips against his once again. She could taste the ocean air on his lips-salty and biting, and it only made her crave him more. He pulled her leg up, allowing himself even deeper access, and she wrapped herself around him, urging him on.
 

"I can't believe we're doing this," Lorne panted, closing her eyes and focusing of the sensation of his cock inside her.

"Me neither," Sam breathed, one hand sliding up her body to fondle at her breasts once again. "This is maybe the stupidest sex I've ever had."

"Oh, for sure," Lorne agreed, wrapping her leg over his and pushing her hips back to meet him.
 

"We're not stopping, are we?"
 

"Fuck, no," she murmured, feeling another orgasm growing inside her already. "
Fuck,
no."

Sam increased his pace, fucking her hard, hard enough that they could hear the sound of their flesh meeting echoing off the walls of the cave. He tweaked her nipple between his fingers, and she let out a small, strangled cry, her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, coming from nowhere, and even more explosive than the last. She tightened around him, enjoying the feeling of her pussy milking his dick with such ferocity. He groaned as he felt her come and, soon enough, she felt his cock twitch inside her as he reached his own climax.
 

He continued thrusting into her for a few moments, shallow, soft, lazy movements, as if he never wanted to pull out of her. Once he came to a stop, they lay together for a few minutes, their breathing falling back to normal, before he withdrew.

"Huh," Lorne said, almost to herself, as she quickly pulled up her jeans and rearranged herself.
 

"What?"

"Just…not something I'd normally do, is all." She shrugged.
 

"To be fair, I don't think many people make a habit of banging in caves on tropical islands while hunting out a pack of wolves," Sam pointed out, and Lorne giggled, feeling a little giddy.
 

"Yeah, you're right," she rolled over towards him, and pressed her lips against his. "I think we should be the first."

"The first to what?"

"Make a habit of it," she replied coyly. Sam grinned, then pulled her back into a kiss. Lorne could just feel the stirrings of desire begin again, when a sound echoed through the cave, a deep, booming roar. Sam's head snapped up.

"What is it?" She demanded, watching as he gathered his things.
 

"It's one of the others. They've found them."
 

FIN

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