Blind Date With A Bear(13)

Her only reaction was a gasp, and he did it again, harder. He alternated between sucking her tits and scraping them with his beard until she trembled in his arms.

“Quinn?” Her voice was tremulous, asking for his guidance. That whiskey voice of hers had his bear whimpering.

Fuck, was she about to come with just the touch of his mouth? His mind reeled and his cock throbbed at the responsiveness of his mate. “Let it happen, sweetheart. Just let it happen.”

He increased the pace, feeling her trembling response. “Come, Paige,” he ordered, his voice deepened from the need racing through his own body.

Paige forgot everything. The self-consciousness she usually felt with a man, the anxiety that she wouldn’t please him, wouldn’t find pleasure for herself. She forgot everything except the heat of Quinn’s mouth on her breasts and the feel of his beard-roughened jaw on her nipples. Her eyes closed and her breathing quickened as her release rushed through her.

He continued to kiss and lick the nipples lightly, bringing her down from the high. “So, beautiful,” he murmured when she opened her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, forcing her legs further apart until he stood between them, his cock rubbing against her mound. This time their kiss was long and wet and thorough. So very thorough. They were both panting when it ended.

Quinn tugged at her shirt and she reached for his pants. He batted her hands away. “Can’t…touch…explode,” he mumbled against her mouth. He reached into his back pocket for the condoms he’d grabbed on his way out of his house. No, he hadn’t planned on his blind date ending in sex, but he was a red-blooded grizzly and was always prepared. Now he was so glad he’d had the foresight.

His zipper was halfway down when the phone in his front pocket vibrated. “Shit.” He knew before he even looked what the phone call meant. An end to his blind date. He wanted the date to last all night. Hell, he wanted it to last forever. He touched his forehead to hers. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ve got to take this.” He dragged the phone from his pocket, wincing as he bumped against his stiff cock. Fuck. And fuck again. He wanted to bury himself inside Paige and take her again and again. He hit accept on his phone and barked, “This had better be damn important.”

“How’s the date going, bro?” As he’d expected, it was Ryland.

“What do you want?” He wasn’t in the mood to share details of his date. Even if he had unexpectedly found his mate sitting at a bar sipping a glass of ice water. And he had followed her back to her home, hoping to bang the hell out of her. No, Quinn wasn’t about to share any of that with his brother anytime soon.

“Wasn’t it someone Deb worked with? What was her name, Peggy, Priscilla? No, Paige. I remember her, she has curves coming and going.”

“You know Paige?” His bear didn’t like the fact their mate had been around an unmated bear. Even if it was his brother.

“Yeah, bro. I do have a relationship with my sister. Sis said Paige was a warm and caring person. Was she warm and caring to you?”

If his brother had been in the same room, Quinn wasn’t certain he could have controlled his bear. His brother had gigged him about his dates before—why, he didn’t know, because all three brothers had a reputation of love ‘em and leave ‘em.

“What do you want, Ryland?” His question held a warning his brother was smart enough to understand. Paige was special.

“Ouch. Sorry, Quinn.”

“What happened?”

“One of the guards was attacked. Ryker found tracks near the southern wall.”

“Shit.” The guards he’d hired were human. “Is the man okay?”

“Yeah, just a big lump on the back of his head and some minor cuts and bruises. No stitches. I gave him the next couple of days off.”

It hadn’t been a slip of the tongue that Ryland had said tracks and not footprints. Quinn had suspected all along that shifters were responsible for the trouble they were having. This was the first concrete evidence they’d found. “Who?”

“Looks like jackals.”

Quinn threw back his head, wanting to roar. Jackal shifters were mean sons of bitches. But, if they wanted to tangle with three pissed off bears, they’d soon have their wish. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Tell Ryker to keep looking.”

“I’m on it. And Quinn, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.” Quinn let out an exasperated sigh and watched as Paige straightened her bra, covering her luscious mounds. His mouth watered remembering the taste. Before she could tug the two sides of her blouse back together, he tweaked the nipple of her right breast through her bra. She gasped and he did it again. His dick, which had lost some of its power, rose again. Lord help him, he wanted his mate. He continued to flick her nipple and watched as her eyes half-closed and her mouth opened, letting out her breath in short pants. She made no move to cover herself. He wanted to make her come again with just his touch.