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  Trent nodded. “I’ve cleaned the fish for supper. You want something to drink? A glass of wine maybe?”

  “That would be perfect.”

  She turned and headed for the bathroom. She took her now dry clothes from the top of the shower rod and changed back into her own jeans and t-shirt. She threw everything into the hamper and headed to the living room where Trent was waiting for her with a glass of wine.

  Emily took a sip and spotted the binoculars sitting on the coffee table. She picked them up and put them to her eyes, looking out the big seamless window. He had quite the view of the stream and the bank that led up the hill.

  The hill where she’d changed her clothes.

  She took the binoculars away from her eyes and turned around to look at him. She bit her lip and as if he knew what she was thinking, he nodded.

  “Guilty as charged,” said Trent.

  “Do you read minds or what?”

  He laughed. “What would you say if I said yes?”

  Trent walked over to her, took both the binoculars and glass of wine from her hands and placed them on the coffee table. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. He had another erection that made his blood start to pulse double time around her body.

  “If you could then I’d say I’ll have to be careful what I’m thinking.”

  He rubbed his nose against hers.

  “So are you guilty of spying on me when I first arrived here?”

  He swallowed making his Adam’s apple bob up and down. “You have to understand I didn’t know you then and I got curious.”

  “Curious. And you saw me take off my clothes?”

  He bit his lip and looked like one of the kids in her class when they’d been caught red-handed.

  “I liked the bit where you bent over the best.”

  She blushed. “I hope those binoculars aren’t that good.”

  “Oh, they’re good enough to see a pretty pussy.”

  “You are bad, bad, man,” she said as he pulled her in even tighter.

  She wondered if he’d liked what he’d seen.

  “Prettiest pussy it’s ever been my pleasure to view.”

  Shit, he could read minds.

  Right now, the pretty pussy was throbbing. It hadn’t been used in quite some time and she was more than ready for a little action with the outdoorsman.

  “Any chance of me seeing it up close…I mean just to check that it’s as gorgeous as it is from afar?”

  “Oh, flatter me some more and I’d say there’s a very good chance you can check it out, even touch it if you like.”

  His lips went to hers. She closed her eyes. When she’d headed up here in the middle of nowhere on behalf of her dad, the last thing on her mind had been the possibility of meeting a handsome man. Even further from her mind was having sex.

  Trent rubbed his nose against hers. His erection pushing into her belly making her pussy ache and her panties grow wet.

  “I wasn’t expecting any of this,” said Emily.

  “Me neither. I thought I’d spend a quiet week here with nothing to do but read and star gaze at night.”

  “Sorry about the intrusion.”

  “Oh, I like it.”

  He kissed her again, and she ran her hands up under his sweater, letting her fingers drag along his skin.

  “Before we get to the point where I’m unable to stop myself, I have to tell you I don’t have any condoms. Don’t suppose you do?” he asked.

  Damn, she didn’t. And she didn’t think her dad kept any in the first aid kit in the camper. This was an emergency, but she doubted her father thought condoms essential when you went fishing and hunting.

  She shook her head.

  “You think you can hang on till I ride into town to the drug store?” asked Trent.

  She wanted to nod, but her face with its frown must have given away the fact that it was going to be very, very difficult wait for her.

  He ran his finger down the edge of her face.

  “That look tells me no, so how about I leave you with something to keep you going while I’m gone.”

  “That sounds intriguing.”

  He pulled down the zipper on her jeans, reached behind her and yanked at her jeans until they slid down her hips, her thighs, and then gathered around her ankles. Trent ran his hand over the lace on the front of her panties.

  Just what did he have in mind as an appetizer?

  He knelt down in front of her before reaching up and inching the panties down her legs. He lifted one foot and unhooked them from her ankle and then pushed them to one side. He ran his hands up her outer thighs before moving inward. He parted her legs.

  Trent kissed her belly while letting his hands roam over her ass cheeks. Then suddenly taking her by surprise, he lifted her up and walked her over to the chair, and sat her down before spreading her legs.

  “Definitely prettier up close than through the binocular lenses.”

  She knew she was blushing. She knew it was stupid because here she was with her legs spread wide for a man, but for some reason she was suddenly bashful.

  He rubbed his fingers over her clit, making it hard for her to focus on anything but the wonderful sensation flowing through her body.

  “I hope you can forgive me for invading your privacy.”

  She closed her eyes. Who couldn’t forgive a guy who had a touch like this one?

  Emily leaned back and spread her legs wider as he ran his finger back and forth, over her clit and opening.

  “You can spy on me anytime you like if this is what you to do makeup for it.”

  “I’d like to do some more. Remember this is just the appetizer. Keep your eyes closed.”

  She did as he asked; expecting him to continue playing with her clit, but then realized it was no longer his fingers doing the work. Emily opened one eye. Oh yeah, she was right, his head was between her legs and it was his tongue spearing her pussy opening.

  Relaxing back in the chair, she let her head and shoulder melt into the cushion as Trent lapped at her, bringing her just a little more pleasure with each pass of his tongue.

  If this were the first course, what would the main course be like?

  He flicked quickly; driving his tongue into the entrance of her pussy and making her clamp her fingers down onto the chair’s arms. She lifted her butt, trying to steady herself, knowing he was guiding her toward an orgasm. A very good one if she were any judge.

  Putting her arm over her eyes, she groaned loudly as her pussy grew heavy, her thighs tingled, and then she saw flashes of light as her climax reached its peak.

  “Any chance of you breaking the speed limit to get to the drugstore?” she asked him.

  “I’ll be back before you even realize that I’m gone.”

  Chapter Five

  Trent put his foot down on the accelerator. His first human sex partner, hence the reason he didn’t have condoms. His kind didn’t use them for protection against diseases. And all you needed for birth control was some self-control while the female shifter was the third phase of her heat cycle, which ironically was the only time a shifter woman was truly desperate for sex.

  Emily was ready—ready and waiting. God, she was so beautiful. He could still taste her on his lips. Still smell her scent and juices, which made him almost groan as he drove.

  However, if he didn’t concentrate on the road ahead, he’d crash and never make it to the drugstore. And what a shame that would be, never knowing what it felt like to be inside her.

  His cock twitched as he pushed a little harder on the gas, hoping he didn’t get pulled over for speeding. Any delay might make his libido and blood pressure rise causing his bear half to emerge. Wouldn’t that be ironic that the group’s secret was discovered because of his need to fuck a human?

  He loved the fact that Emily found him attractive enough to want sex. Shifter women were a fickle bunch. The time had to be just right for them, and when it was, sometimes you weren’t the right man for the j
ob and were sent on your way.

  Him and a human. The Kalispell group’s leader, Aidan Renner, was about to marry a human. A cute doctor called Charlotte who’d been the one to patch Trent up when that damn hunter had shot him. Maybe without knowing it, Aidan had begun a trend of shifter guys and human women finding sex and love.

  He pulled into the parking lot of the drugstore. Walking was going to be downright painful with the hard-on, but the sooner he got in there to buy the condoms, the quicker he’d get home, get inside Emily, and relieve the itch.

  ****

  Emily paced up and down. She knew he’d only been gone ten minutes, but it seemed like ten hours. Guess that’s what everyone thought when they needed sex. Her pussy was still on edge from the climax he’d given her before he’d left.

  Turning on the tap in the kitchen, she leaned over and splashed her face with cold water hoping that would cool her down, help her libido until he came back. If he wasn’t back soon she’d have to resort to some self-pleasuring.

  The wolves howled in the background as dusk set in. She had to remember what Trent had told her about them and not to worry.

  She heard a car door slam shut and then the footsteps heading up the path. Glancing out she saw Trent carrying a paper sack with the name of a drugstore splashed across it.

  Grabbing him before he had a chance to get inside, she kissed him.

  “What kept you?”

  “Line at the drugstore.”

  “Can we do foreplay after we’ve had sex?”

  “Sort of like, life’s uncertain, eat dessert first?”

  “Exactly.”

  She took off the towel she’d wrapped herself in and stood naked before him.

  “You do not play fair, young lady,” he said.

  He took off his jacket, then his sweater, and pulled on the fly of his jeans. They came off along with some dark blue boxers.

  She swallowed, her pussy getting wetter and more worked up when she saw his cock—thick, hard, and pulsating, a bead of pre-cum clung to the very tip of his shaft.

  Hurry, hurry.

  He smiled. Shit, he really could read her mind.

  He took out a condom and handed it to her. She ripped open the foil package and stepped toward him. They kissed as she reached for his cock and as seductively as she could, rolled the sheath onto him. Trent lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling the strong muscles of his thighs push against her inner ones. She’d never done this sort of thing with a guy she’d just met, but it made it all the more exciting, naughty almost.

  He sat down on the chair, and she straddled him. He touched her breasts and pulled on her nipples.

  “Sorry I forgot, no foreplay,” he said.

  She lifted her hips and rubbed her pussy over the tip of his cock, making an almost animal like sound escape from his lips.

  Emily wiggled around before lowering herself until she was impaled on his dick. He was long and wide, and just having him inside had made her pussy come alive. He put his big hands on her hips as she began rock her body so both the front and back of her pussy scraped against his shaft.

  Trent leaned over and ran his tongue over the front of her neck, playfully biting her. He had the sharpest of teeth, but she liked the sensation. It paired beautifully with the vibrations that were stirring in her pussy.

  She picked up intensity, but didn’t really need to because he seemed to be moving his cock inside her at lightning fast speed. He wasn’t moving his body, so how could his dick be doing that? She didn’t care because whatever he was doing, and however he was managing it, it was bringing her closer and closer to bliss.

  She threw her head back, letting her chin rise in the air as he ran his fingers down her belly. It was almost too much. And when she didn’t think it could get any better, his cock hit the back of her pussy and bingo.

  Emily cried out just as the wolves howled in the background.

  Hell, they were no match for her. She’d cried out the loudest.

  Before she knew what was happening, Trent stood with her in his arms. He carried her toward the hallway and then along to his room where he placed her on the quilt on his bed, pushed her legs apart, and drove into her again.

  He hadn’t drawn the drapes but that didn’t matter because no one could see them. Well, unless the peeping tom of a bear came calling again. Emily wrapped her legs around Trent, crossed them at the ankles, and let them rest on his very nice butt.

  The moon’s reflection shone through the window as he picked up intensity, on each thrust he almost slid all the way out of her and then back in with more force. Best damn lover she’d ever had.

  Running her fingers up his back, Emily’s climax this time around took her by complete surprise. She was pretty sure she howled exactly like the wolves had the night before. Trent’s groan came from deep within his throat and then she felt a warm gush inside her. He rubbed his nose on hers and stayed inside her as they held one another.

  “Um, that was good,” he said.

  “Very, very good.”

  “You mind if we get under the blankets and snuggle for a bit because my butt’s getting cold.”

  He slid out of her and they both got under the quilt. A man who didn’t mind snuggling post sex. Score another point for Trent.

  “Isn’t the moon pretty tonight?” he said pointing to the window.

  And a man who noticed the moon? Score two.

  “It really is pretty. And the stars too.”

  “You think you might want to stay the night here with me rather than the camper?” he asked her.

  “Depends on what we’re going to do.”

  “Oh, I have lots of ideas.”

  “Okay. I guess I won’t have to worry about that big bad bear scaring me again.”

  “No, he won’t bother you.”

  “Do you know a lot about bears?”

  “As a matter of fact I do, why?”

  “Well, I know this sounds horrible, and hence the reason I don’t want to do it, but the second thing my dad was going to do was hunt a bear.”

  “You have to shoot a bear?”

  “You wouldn’t like to help with that like you did with the fishing, would you?”

  He didn’t respond. Shit, she’d ruined the evening and the moment. Maybe he was an animal rights advocate.

  “Do you have a problem with hunting bears?”

  “You’re damn right I do.”

  Chapter Six

  Just when you thought a relationship was off to a good start, something like this had to raise its ugly head.

  Sure, he knew lots of folks in these parts hunted. That’s how he’d fucking gotten shot in the thigh. He looked at her. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and he loved being with her. He wanted their relationship to continue beyond their hooking up for sex while she was here fishing.

  The truth.

  He had to tell her the truth. She might go running, but he didn’t want them to go any further with whatever it was that was happening between them, without her knowing the truth.

  However, since they’d crash-landed here on earth, the truth was something they’d been forced to hide. Letting outsiders know about them was putting not only one person at risk, but also everyone in the group.

  “Have I said something to offend you because if I have, just tell me,” said Emily.

  “No, it’s not that, but I don’t want you hunting a bear because I might know it personally.”

  She knitted her eyebrows together.

  “You told me you sometimes feed the wolves and I can see that you might feel that way.”

  He took a deep breath. Here goes. “I’m a bear.”

  Shit, that had slipped out before he’d censored it or at least phrased it in such a way she wouldn’t call the local mental hospital and have him shipped out.

  “Oh yes, you are. I mean the way you make love to a woman.” She playfully rolled him over and straddled him.

  Now what was he going t
o do? His cock was hard and he wanted sex again. She rubbed her folds against the very tip of his shaft, sending it jerking and into a complete frenzy.

  He had a whole box of condoms, and it would be a shame not to put them to good use. If she couldn’t accept and believe he was a bear, this might be the only human he’d ever make love with. He might as well make the most of it.

  He ran his hands over her ass cheeks. She was like a big cuddly bear herself. Maybe that’s why he had the hots for her.

  “If you’re a bear you’ll be able to catch me.”

  Emily slid out from under the quilt and ran out of the room.

  Didn’t she know that just like their bear counterparts, shifters chased anything that was a moving target? She was asking for trouble.

  He fumbled for the box of condoms, pulled one out, and slipped it on. Putting his nose in the air, he knew exactly where she was.

  “I’m coming to get you,” called Trent.

  The thought of doing this, playing this game every night with Emily made him almost come then and there.

  She was leaning over the arm of the chair, his dad’s old chair, with her ass high in the air. The scent of her juices was overwhelming. His heart beat faster and blood pumped through his body. He had to have her and he had to take her from behind this time.

  He quickened his pace and ran his hands up and down her body. Her skin was soft. Running his finger down her crack, he played with her clit. It fascinated him because it was the first one he’d felt. Shifter woman didn’t have them. He played with it some more, hearing her groan and her ass wiggle, brushing his cock and balls. Trent used some of her juices and swirled them around her folds. She was wet and ready, so he knew he wouldn’t hurt her as he drove into her channel.

  It felt so good, so tight and hot. He fondled her breasts. Her nipples grew taut and turned into tiny pebbles between his finger and thumb. It made his erection harder as he pounded into her, his thighs slapping that cute butt of hers. He watched as her fingers dragged along the arms of the chair.

  He was glad his dad couldn’t see how his favorite piece of furniture was now being used.

  What would his dad think of him getting friendly with a human?