RANCHER BEAR’S BABY(45)

“I’m sure.”

He slid his mouth over mine and growled softly. With ease, he lifted me and sat me down on the bathroom counter. “I don’t know if this first time is going to be slow and romantic.”

I tugged his jeans down and wrapped my legs around him. “Don’t care.”

He moved back and lined our bodies up and then slid into me. His size surprised me, and I had to stretch to accommodate, but he filled me so fully that I couldn’t help but cry out. He captured my cries in his mouth and stroked my tongue with his until everything in me felt like it belonged to him. Everything felt so right.

Lucas slid almost all the way out and then thrust back into me harder. His big hands gripped my ass and lifted me when he pulled out again. “Fuck.”

I bit his bottom lip and raked my nails down his back as he thrust faster. “Lucas, yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

He picked me up and held me in the air as we spun and slammed up against the wall; he pummeled in and out me. I wrapped my arms around his head and tugged on his hair. We were forehead to forehead. He filled me more than I thought possible, but my body responded to his like it’d been made for him.

Our chests rubbed together and his fingers tightened on my ass. “I don’t think I could.”

I caught sight of us in the mirror and moaned. Seeing his hard body, tight with tension, pumping into mine was nearly too much. I let my head fall backwards, arching my back slightly and the new angle hit a different spot inside me.

Lucas swore and reached his fingers down to brush lightly against my clit. He grunted as my walls squeezed around him in response. “This isn’t going to last if you do that again.”

I kissed him as he circled my clit with his fingers. My legs were wrapped around his waist. I was so lost in him, his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

Warmth budded in my core, blossoming and spreading out to my limbs as I edged closer and closer. My nails dug into his shoulders and I clung to him for all I was worth as the first wave of my orgasm hit. It rolled over me, slowly drowning me in pleasure.

Lucas stumbled as he growled and thrust himself deeply into me. My back hit the cool tiles of the bathroom wall and a second later I felt his warm shooting ejaculations filling me. I cried out as my body came apart around him. My head rolled and I moaned his name. I’d never orgasmed so hard in my life. Even as I was coming down from it, as the last tremors were still rocking my body, I felt shell-shocked from its power.

Lucas gently pulled out of me and sat me back on the counter. He planted his hands on either side of me and hung his head against my shoulder. I watched curiously as my nail marks slowly healed themselves from his back.

“Jesus. What was that?” he breathed.

I stroked his hair absently. “I don’t know.”

He lifted his head and stared at me. “You’re my mate.”

I raised my eyebrows. “What?”

He pulled his hand down his face roughly and shook his head. “It makes sense. Holy shit. Holy shit!”

I scooted off of the counter and grabbed at the towel I’d hung up. “What are you talking about, Lucas?”

He suddenly laughed and then grabbed me again. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard on the mouth before pulling back. “I thought Mallory could be my mate. But, it’s you.”

Apprehension filled my stomach. “What’s a mate?”

“A mate. Soulmate. Bears find their mates, their one and only, if they’re lucky, and they claim them and then they live happily ever after.”

“And you thought Mallory was yours?”

He nodded, not noticing that I was starting to get upset. “Yeah. I went searching for her, and then you showed up on my doorstep.”

I gulped in a big breath. “You went looking for her?”

He hesitated, as if sensing I wasn’t feeling the slightest ounce of the joy he seemed to be feeling. “I thought maybe she was my mate. But, it wasn’t about her. I just needed a mate because of this thing with my father’s will.”

My heart ached, and then I was pissed. I was pissed because I didn’t want to feel anything for him. Where was this heartbreak coming from? He’d been out looking for Mallory, the woman he thought was his soulmate.

Jealousy reared its ugly head and I stomped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I suddenly wanted to be as far from him as possible.

Lucas wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest. “What’s wrong?”

I shrugged him off and grabbed the clothes Elizabeth had brought for me. “Get out.”

“Whoa. What happened?”

I didn’t want to be jealous of Mallory. I’d grown to like her. She’d finally cleaned up and started getting her act together. She was trying to be a good mom to Mason. Yet, when he said he thought she was his mate just now, I’d wanted to time travel backward and rip her hair clean out of her head. What the hell was wrong with me? I should be ashamed thinking such thoughts about a dead woman.