Fearless Bond (Bears of Beauville #1)

Chapter 17

17

CALVIN

I got cold on the snowmobile ride back, and Barclay made it his mission to warm me up. We were camped out on the thick carpet in front of the burning fire, Barclay leaning against the sofa with me settled between his thighs. He played with my hair. It amazed me how gentle he could be with those strong, calloused hands.

“You don’t have to do it,” he murmured. I knew what he meant. “There’s no rush.”

“I want to.”

“It makes you anxious.”

“A little. It would make me more anxious if we postponed it.”

Barclay grunted, and the sound reminded me of how morose he was the first day I was here. It made me smile.

“Monty is right. You are grumpy.”

“Sorry.”

“I like it.”

“How can you like me being an ass?”

I shrugged. “It’s cute.”

“Cute?” he cried with mock outrage. “Me hating most people is cute?”

“You don’t hate people. You want them to leave you alone. Most of the time, I want the same. I like kids, but I could do without the majority of adults. I wish I had the face and size to pull off being grumpy.”

“You’re too adorable for that.” He looped his arms around me and kissed my nape.

“Mmm. And you’re a great cuddler for such a grouch.”

The flames danced and flickered, the sight better than any movie. Between the fire and Barclay’s furnace of a body, I was toasty warm already.

“You said you lived in the city before. What did you even do there? You didn’t have a woodshop there, did you?”

“Hm. I guess you still don’t know much about me. I keep forgetting that. Let’s see… I grew up in Green Peaks. Moved to the city for college. Worked at a bank and hated it.”

“A bank?” That didn’t sound like Barclay at all.

“Yeah. I was a credit analyst. Business, not private.”

I flipped around, gazing at him with shock. “You? You assessed bank loans?”

He grimaced.

“Oh my God, Barclay. You worked in the business district and wore a suit and tie. I can’t believe that.”

“You’d better do. It was how I could afford this place. I endured it for nine years and saved enough to fuck off to the mountains for good. Best decision of my life.”

“That’s kind of amazing.”

He smiled softly and kissed my nose. “I agree. Especially now.”

“I’m going to need some time to process this. Could you wear a suit and tie for me one day? I’d like to see that.”

“Nope. Donated all that shit. I’m proud to say I don’t own a single suit jacket anymore.”

I grinned at that. “Good for you.”

“Are you warm enough?”

“Uh-huh.” I nuzzled his throat.

“We should go to bed. It’s late.”

“Or we could stay here for a bit longer.” He smelled amazing, like always, and before I could stop myself, I opened my mouth over the soft skin just under his beard.

His chest rumbled with a sigh, and he slid one hand to my thigh.

“Barclay… I’m too warm.”

He pulled back and looked at me. I tried to bat my eyelashes and look coy. It made him chuckle, but it worked. He reached for the hem of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head.

“Better?”

“A little bit.”

With another chuckle, he began kissing down my throat. Slowly, he lowered me onto the carpet and undid the button on my jeans. He wrapped his lips around my nipple. The sensation made me moan. A current of pleasure shot from my pec straight to my hole, and liquid heat pooled in my core.

“Will you fuck me?” I breathed.

Instead of answering, he moved his lips to my other nipple. I arched on the floor, pushing my chest up. My nipples were so sensitive; it felt incredible. When Barclay wrapped his hand around my cock, I cried out. Slick smeared between my ass cheeks.

“Fuck me, please.”

Barclay tugged my jeans halfway down my thighs and swallowed my cock to the root. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair. He sucked hard before pulling off with a slurp.

“You’re not in heat anymore, sweetheart. We need to be careful.”

Screw careful. I wanted him in me.

He took my jeans and underwear off. Slowly, he folded my legs to my chest. He raked his gaze all over me, then stared at my hole.

“You’re still swollen. All puffy and slick.”

Then he bent down and licked my rim.

The coals in the fireplace glowed, flames slowly getting smaller. The image blurred as I peered at it, slow, syrupy pleasure spreading through my lower body. Holding my ass cheeks spread out, Barclay began licking into me. My eyes drifted shut.

With firm licks and sensual kisses, he made love to me. He stroked my cock and pushed his tongue deeper. When I spilled onto my stomach, he licked my cum off my skin and went back to kissing my open hole.

One finger, then maybe two. I couldn’t tell exactly. He pulled them apart, stretching me open.

I groaned. “I love when you do that.”

“You’re pregnant. You need it.”

“Fuck me, Barclay. I need that .” How many times would I have to ask?

He removed his fingers, making me look up.

Finally, he rose on his knees, his fat cock sticking out from his open jeans. He got up to remove the pants, and as he stood above me, all naked, raw want slashed through me. This would be the first time we made love outside heat.

He stroked his cock, looking down at me. I took in the wall of muscles, the dark body hair, the width of his shoulders, and the predatory fire in his eyes. The most magnificent alpha of them all, and he was mine.

“Please!” I couldn’t help myself. I pulled my legs closer to my chest, offering him my hole without a speck of shame.

“Shh. I got you.”

Barclay lowered his glorious body, caging me in. His cockhead nudged my rim. Oh yes. Please. Please!

“Fuck!” His low curse tickled my neck, and he grazed my ear with his teeth.

The stretch was inconceivable and absolutely blissful. My muscles loosened, my rim yielding to the pressure, and his thick cock inched inside me. The fullness took my breath away.

“Oh, Calvin.” Barclay let out a strangled moan. “Stop me if it’s… too much.”

“It’s not. It’s perfect.”

He dragged his lips up and down the side of my face. I turned my head for a kiss, and he nipped my upper lip. “You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he whispered.

One more inch. A wave of tingles spread through my guts.

“Love it,” I moaned against his parted lips.

He moved back and forth carefully and the friction… As if he’d hit a button inside me, my pleasure flared out.

“God, yes!”

“Yeah?”

“More!”

He kissed me. His tongue tangled with mine, and he fucked me shallowly, stretching my hole to capacity. On each thrust, the sweet feeling got stronger. I sneaked my hand over my ass cheek, feeling around my rim and grabbing his cock where it slid in and out. It was all slippery with my slick. Lord, I was leaking like a faucet.

It felt like only half of his cock, but my hole was already tingling with an approaching orgasm.

Rising above me, Barclay moved his hands on the back of my thighs and looked down.

“Fucking hell, Calvin.”

His hips jerked, and he went deeper. Whether it was intentional or whether he was just as overwhelmed as me, it didn’t matter. The movement must have nudged the mouth to my womb, and I burst into sheer ecstasy.

With loud wails, I came and came, my insides fluttering around Barclay’s cock. Bless him, he didn’t stop. He fucked me steadily with the same depth and strength, prolonging my climax until I was twitching with it.

Then he pulled out and spread my legs. I shuddered from the sudden emptiness.

“Barclay?”

It took a mere twist of his hand over his cockhead.

Splatters of cum rained onto my stomach and chest. Barclay roared, burning eyes pinned on my body. He milked his cock until the last drop fell into my belly button, then he smeared the cum over my skin.

“Wanted to come all over your knocked-up belly,” he told me breathlessly.

Oh yes .

I helped him to lather me with his cum as if it were lotion.

We showered together, and I got sleepy under the warm water. Barclay dried me and carried me to bed.

“Why am I so tired?”

“Your heat just ended, you’re pregnant, and you’ve been through a lot. Besides, it’s nearly eleven.”

“Will you hold me?”

“Always.”

Wrapped in my mate’s strong embrace, I didn’t think about tomorrow. I slept soundly for the entire night.