The Mane Squeeze

CHAPTER 18

Lock woke up when he felt claws kneading his chest. Not actual claws, thankfully she had those sheathed, but those girly claws she insisted on keeping.

She wasn’t awake, either, but seemed to enjoy using him as a scratching post while she slept. And it didn’t help that she was purring and rubbing her body against his.

Unable to go back to sleep and unwilling to wake her up, Lock stared up at the ceiling and thought about how relaxed he felt. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in…years. Definitely not since he’d joined the Marines and perhaps even before then.

Whatever. He only knew he liked feeling this way. Liked waking up with Gwen on top of him, and he was willing to do whatever it took to keep her purring like that.

He was so engaged in his thoughts, Lock didn’t immediately realize he’d started petting her, brushing the tips of his fingers against her sides, down her back, across her ass. And when he did realize, he didn’t stop. She had such smooth skin and he loved the feel of it, and thankfully she didn’t seem to mind his rough hands brushing against her.

Soon after, her kneading hands became more insistent, earning a few winces from Lock, but then the kneading stopped and the licking took over. With long strokes of her tongue, she moved up his chest until she reached his neck. Lock groaned when she began to nip at his throat while her fingers dug into his hair and massaged his scalp. He knew she was awake now, turning his head to get a kiss. Her eyes still closed, Gwen instinctively raised her mouth to his.

Their kiss was long, yet moving from sweet to desperate in seconds. Lock’s hands stroked down her back to grip her ass and hold her in place while Gwen pushed her hips into him, the feel of her pussy getting hotter and wetter against Lock’s chest driving him crazy.

He slipped his hand over her ass and between her thighs, pressing his finger deep inside. Gwen pulled from their kiss and threw her head back, the movement of her hips matching that of his hand. “You…you’re the best kisser,” she stuttered, biting her lip as he added a second finger to the first. “I could kiss you for hours…days.”

That sounded perfect to him.

“I…I think I’m gonna come again.”

And that sounded even better. “Then come.”

She still had her eyes closed as she placed her palms on his shoulders, raising herself up as she rocked her hips against his fingers and his chest.

“I could watch you come for hours,” he said, paraphrasing her, “days.”

Her breath caught, her back arched, and her body stiffened. Then, as the orgasm shot through her, her breath left her lungs in a hard rush, thighs shaking as they clung to him, and hands gripping his shoulders in a brutal hold, her nails digging past flesh.

He didn’t care.

She gave a small sob and crashed hard on top of him, her hair covering his chin and neck. He pulled his fingers from her, loving how drenched they were, and carefully rolled to his side while he placed Gwen on her back. She didn’t say anything as she lay there, her eyes still closed. She might have slept again, but Lock didn’t know. And, again, he didn’t care.

He wiped his wet fingers across her right breast and lowered his head, his lips wrapping around her nipple, the taste of Gwen flowing through his mouth. Using only his lips, he twisted and plucked her nipple. Gwen’s body jerked, her hands immediately reaching for him, clinging to him as Lock took his time playing with her.

He’d never enjoyed a woman so much. And even though his cock was so hard it hurt, he had no problem holding back his own release in the entertaining pursuit of hers.

Besides, he had bigger issues to handle than merely coming.

Christ almighty! Were they all like this? How did their females keep this secret for so long? And no wonder there was that exclusive group of cat and canine males who seemed to only date She-bears. She’d never understood it, considering how much bigger and stronger those females sometimes were, but now Gwen got it. She could only imagine what those lips could do to a cock.

The grizzly also had an unbelievable amount of willpower. She could feel his cock pressing against her leg, hard and hot, leaking from the tip, but still he seemed more interested in playing with her nipples and watching her writhe than taking care of himself.

Time meant little as he managed to bring her to the brink of coming again and again—using just his mouth and her nipples—only to pull her back time after time. When she finally thought she might actually lose control and tear his face off with her claws, his hands gripped her ass cheeks and he said, “Gwen.”

She opened her eyes and glared at him. She didn’t want to talk. In fact, she wasn’t sure she could talk.

“I really like you.”

Huh? What? What the hell was he rambling about? Shit on a stick! Couldn’t this wait?

“A lot.”

Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Just finish!

“So I want to make this exclusive.”

Wait. What?

“We’ll see how that goes.”

She sensed she should be debating with him for some reason, but his mouth was on her again, and Gwen’s eyes rolled back in her head, her legs shifting restlessly against his sheets, and she started making this mewling sound that on any other day she’d be too embarrassed to make.

“Okay?” he asked after another few minutes.

Huh? What?

“Okay?” he asked again while his fingers tugged at her nipples and although that kept her on the edge it wasn’t his mouth. It wasn’t those lips. “Tell me that’s what you want, too.”

Fine! Whatever! “Yes. God, yes!” She gripped his head between her hands. “We’ll make it exclusive. I’ll be your girlfriend. Go with you to weddings, help you pick out underwear—whatever you want. Anything you want. Anything.”

She saw that adorable little-boy smile of his right before he said, “Okay” and lowered his head, taking her nipple back into his mouth. He twisted and tugged until she cried out, her hands clinging to him as she came hard.

She crashed to the bed, spent, but she saw his arm reach out to snag a condom before he was inside her, fucking her. She laid there, willing to let him do whatever he needed to after getting her off so perfectly, but to her shock, her body began to respond.

No, she tried to tell him, I can’t do this again. Not again. But she couldn’t manage to speak the words, because she was too busy panting and mewling, and instead of trying to push him off, her arms were wrapping around his shoulders, holding him tight, and instead of trying to get out from under him, her legs were going up and around his waist.

It briefly crossed her mind that this might be how addiction started, but she couldn’t focus on the thought for more than a second or two as the big bastard managed to throw her over that edge again. She screamed against his chest as she clung to him, felt him come with her, his hips jerking against her, burying his cock deeper inside her.

Even after coming like that, he was thoughtful, pulling out of her and moving off to the side before he crashed onto the bed. Thoughtful, but she still didn’t like the loss of his heat and strength when he moved away.

Still panting, she rolled to her side and closer to him. He immediately reached for her, pulling her against his body. She could feel him trembling and knew he had no shame over it. She might have liked that more than anything else.

When she knew she had her voice back, she asked, “So I’m your girlfriend now?”

“Yup. We’re going to attempt what’s known in the nonintellectual world as a rel-a-tion-ship.” He sounded the word out and Gwen struggled not to laugh.

“That was a little tricky,” she accused. “Asking me at that particular moment.”

“I know.” Yet he didn’t apologize, and that made her smile. Bears could be fascinatingly tricky, and she liked that she could no longer pigeonhole them as mere teddy bears with a honey fetish or psychotically unstable killers when frightened.

“Are we still going to be friends?” Because she liked him, too. No, really. She did.

“During my research I’ve discovered that friendship is a large part of it.”

“Your research?”

“Yes. Knowledge is a powerful thing and can lead to many new discoveries.”

Geek. “All right, but don’t whine to me later when I piss you off.” And she would piss him off. She always pissed them off.

“I won’t. Besides, you make me goofy-happy.”

Gwen leaned her head back so she could see his face. “Goofy-happy?”

“Yeah. When you can’t stop smiling? That’s what you do to me, Mr. Mittens. I figure feeling goofy-happy is completely worth the pissing-off risk.”

Gwen nodded, realizing that at this moment, she completely understood what he meant by goofy-happy.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling and loving the smile she got in return. “I guess you have a point.”