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  Lucy looked over at Liam. “That’s what you call it, honey,” said Liam.

  “I know but that was for your ears only,” said Lucy.

  “I take it you mean our clit beating technique?” asked Cole.

  “You do know theirs are on the outside right?” asked Liam.

  “I’m a doctor Liam. Yeah, I did know that.”

  “But slap that cock around inside them and they come begging for more. Human men just don’t know how to bring on a good climax in their women.”

  Lucy took two strides over to Liam and smacked him across the shoulders.

  “You’re trash talking us humans,” she said.

  Both Liam and Cole laughed and Lucy joined in.

  “I’m taking her to salmon night at the Starlight Café,” said Cole.

  “Damn, we can’t make it this week but maybe we’ll meet up with you some other time,” said Liam.

  “So will you be wooing her?” asked Lucy.

  “Wooing, and hopefully doing some cock slapping too.”

  It was Cole’s turn to get a slap from Lucy.

  Chapter Six

  Sam had never daydreamed about a man before but that’s what she’d done at her desk all day. Very little work had been done and she’d had a ton of paperwork to fill in and file. She looked at the clock in her kitchen. Cole would be here soon. She hurried into the bathroom, brushed her teeth for the second time, gargled with mouthwash, and then applied some lip gloss just as she heard the doorbell. She smacked her lips together and headed to the door. When she opened it Cole stood on the step holding a bunch of flowers.

  “For me?” she asked.

  “I’m wooing you.”

  “Wooing me?”

  “Inside joke with Liam and me. He claims that hu…Lucy liked it.”

  “I like it too.” She took them from him and then put her nose on the daisy in the middle of the bunch. “Let me go put these in water and I’ll be right with you.”

  She rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a vase, filled it with water, and then put the flowers inside. She’d arrange them properly when she got home. She might even take them into work with her tomorrow so she could do some more daydreaming. At this rate, she’d be fired by the end of the month. She grabbed her purse and walked back out into the hallway to find Cole looking at the paintings on the wall.

  “These are really good,” he said.

  “You think so?”

  “I do.”

  “I’m the artist,” she said, proudly. When she’d finally given in and gone to counseling classes, the therapist had suggested some type of creative outlet for her stress. She’d found she had a knack for drawing and painting. She’d gotten so confident that she’d even had a few framed and hung on the wall.

  “You should talk to Christopher Renner because he’s been sketching for years. In fact, he does sketches for a video game company and animation for a business in Missoula.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep, makes a good living at it too.”

  “Well I know what to do if I get fired from the police department.”

  Cole smiled. “You ready to go? Because Starlight gets packed on salmon night.”

  ****

  Sam had spotted the new craft store next to the Starlight as soon as Cole had pulled into the parking lot. She was like a kid near a toyshop. He almost had to drag her into the café but promised her he’d go with her to look around once they’d eaten. Two cougar shifters owned it and he had to admit he was eager to see what they’d done to the old hardware store.

  As always on salmon night, the café was full of bear shifters. He waved to a few as he encouraged Sam to go ahead of him. He stopped in his tracks when he saw who they’d been seated next to. Brady and his new wife, Jenna. He liked Jenna. He’d been the one to help her win over Brady, but his nemesis, well… he could still take him or leave him.

  “Evening Jenna, how are you feeling?” he asked.

  She turned around and patted her belly. “Getting to the point where I can’t see my toes anymore.”

  Cole smiled. She had about another five weeks to go until their son was born. Brady with a son, him beating Cole to fatherhood. Number one bachelor bear: Brady Walsh. What had happened? A human, that’s what.

  “Cole.”

  He hadn’t realized that Jenna was talking to him.

  “Who is your friend?”

  “Oh, I’m sorry, this is Sam Hardy. Sam, and this is Jenna and Brady Walsh.”

  Brady stood and shook Sam’s hand. “A pleasure to meet you.”

  “Same here,” said Sam. “Hi Jenna.”

  Unfortunately she’d chosen the seat to the side of the table so it meant that he and Brady could do nothing more than stare at one another.

  “The salmon smells so good in here,” said Sam.

  Hannah headed over to them. “Can I get you guys some drinks?”

  “Beer for me,” said Cole. “And have you met Sam?”

  “No, I haven’t. I have a son called Sam. It’s a great name.”

  “You’re Liam’s nephew’s mom. I met him the other day.”

  “That’s right. Cole, you’re living in their cottage now. So what can I get you Sam?”

  “I think just a soda.”

  “Okay, I’ll be right back with those and fresh salmon will be out shortly.”

  Cole looked at Brady, who glared back.

  “I take it that’s your nemesis?” whispered Sam.

  “Yeah, how did you know?”

  “I recognized the name but you’ve also been giving him the stink eye since the minute you sat down and he’s been doing the same to you. What’s up with you guys?”

  Hannah picked that moment to bring their drinks and a basket of bread.

  Cole waited until she’d gone to respond.

  “I got to the virgin at school before he did. He’s never forgiven me. Even took two of my old girlfriends away to get his revenge.” Cole whispered, but he knew with a bear’s sharp hearing, Brady knew everything he was saying.

  A waitress brought them their plate of salmon, rice and steamed green beans. Cole licked his lips, watching Sam drive straight into hers. A human who loved salmon. One huge plus in her favor.

  “How long have you been painting?” asked Cole.

  Sam swallowed what she had in her mouth before answering. “About seven years now.”

  “You ever thought of showing them in a gallery? I know there’s a load in Missoula.”

  “I don’t know if I’m that good.”

  He patted the back of her hand. “You’re talented and I know a good painting when I see one.”

  “Did I hear someone say paintings?”

  Cole looked up to see Brady looking their way. I’m on a date buddy, he wanted to say but bit his tongue.

  “Sam’s a great artist,” said Cole.

  “Really? I’m looking for some for the new model homes. Maybe you could swing by my office and I’ll take a look. I pay very generously.”

  The next thing Cole knew was Brady had placed his business card down in front of Sam. “Give me a call and we’ll set something up.”

  “I will, thank you.”

  She picked up the card. “Cute bear logo,” said Sam.

  If Brady wasn’t a happily married man and about to be a first time dad, Cole would have thought that maybe he was going to get to him through Sam. However, Cole had to admit, Brady was softening around the edges. Maybe that was the human influence on him now.

  He felt Sam’s hand on his arm. “You look miles away.”

  “Nope, just thinking about all the people I know who are in here tonight.”

  “Yeah, this place is bustling but I can understand it because this salmon is cooked to perfection. This was the ideal place to bring me on a date.”

  ****

  Sam was like a kid in a candy store when she stepped into the craft shop next to the Starlight Café. So many great things to check out and the paint supplies were better than she’d
found in the bigger cities. Cole was chatting with the two owners as she approached the checkout with an armful of supplies.

  “Found everything you needed?” asked one.

  “More than I needed and I’ll be sure to be back now I’ve found this gem of a place.”

  “And you’ll get our shifter discount,” she said.

  Cole coughed.

  “I’m sorry what made me say that? I can offer you our special shopper discount today.”

  “Sure, whatever,” said Sam.

  Shifter, whatever had made the woman say that? Strange word to get mixed up with shopper. Still Sam would take any discount to keep supplying her art habit.

  She handed over her credit card, waited for it to be swiped and was happy to see they’d given her a generous twenty percent discount. The taller of the two ladies handed her a bag full of all her goodies.

  Cougar Crafts. She liked the name of the store too.

  “I’ll be sure to be back once these run out,” said Sam.

  “Have you thought about teaching an art class here? We’ll soon be offering craft lessons and we’re looking for instructors,” said the smaller lady.

  “What a great way to show off your talent,” said Cole.

  “I will definitely think about it,” said Sam. Great way to relax, maybe meet some people outside of work for a change.

  Cole thanked the ladies and he and Sam headed back to his car.

  “So what are you thinking about painting with those supplies?” asked Cole.

  “How about I paint you?”

  “Me?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’ve never tried portraits before and you seem like the perfect subject.”

  ****

  Cole had thought she was joking when she said she wanted to paint him, but as soon as they got back to her place, she started making rough sketches in her notebook.

  Cole glanced over to see what she was doing.

  “Hey, that’s cheating,” said Sam.

  “My lips don’t really look like that do they?”

  “They’re full and …”

  He couldn’t resist. He leaned over and kissed her. He’d smelled her scent. Humans would never guess how their odor tantalized a bear. He’d been continually hard throughout their meal, at one point, throwing his napkin over his lap so she didn’t see his cock almost bursting forth out of the zipper of his pants.

  He tickled her lower lip with his tongue and then gently eased it inside her mouth. He was waiting for her to pull away again. To say she wanted them to get to know one another even more, but she didn’t. This time she threw her arms around him, pulling him in tight to her body. Her breasts brushed up against his chest, her nipples were already hard like little pieces of stone coming into contact with his body. He couldn’t wait to feel them, see if they were as gorgeous as he imagined and to touch her skin, hoping that was as soft as he assumed it to be.

  He pulled away. Looking her directly in the eye. He didn’t ask permission, but instead he simply put his hand on her blouse and slipped each fake pearl button open. She didn’t protest, didn’t tell him to stop, or slap his hand away.

  Sam lay back on the couch, allowing him to open up each side of the blouse, exposing her pretty pink lace bra. Her breasts spilled over the top of the edging and he couldn’t stop himself. He ran his fingers over them, knowing immediately he’d been right about her skin being silky smooth. Her human scent, and just a hint of the perfume she wore, hit his nostrils, making his cock come to attention again. He was lying so close to her, Cole knew she had to feel his excitement.

  “Do you have condoms, because I don’t,” she asked him.

  He did in fact. Had thrown some into his back pant pocket on the off chance tonight might be the one where he finally got to experience some human pussy.

  “All taken care of,” said Cole.

  Without saying anything she lowered the straps of her bra from her shoulders.

  “Are you trying to tell me you want to get out of this thing?” asked Cole.

  “Oh yeah, because I think you’re going to do nice things when I do.”

  She leaned forward so he could unclasp its back and soon he’d taken it from her body and let it fall onto the floor beside the couch.

  Cole hadn’t expected her nipples to be so big and a gorgeous dusty pink color. He wanted to work his way up to squeezing them, but as always, his bear’s inquisitiveness got the better of him. He placed his thumb and middle finger around her right one and played with it, pulling on it, tugging it, until she groaned and put her hand down on his crotch and squeezed.

  “Feel how hard I am for you, Sammy?”

  He hoped she liked the new name he had for her.

  “This is all for me and only for me?” she asked him.

  “It’s all yours,” he said, pulling her nipple harder while leaning over and kissing her. This was a different sort of smooch. This one was the mouth open, tongue inside the other’s mouth that led to only one thing. Mind blowing, ‘I’m going to fuck your brains out’ sex.

  “Oh god, it’s been so long since I’ve done this and I’m going to seem like I’m desperate and eager and you’re going to think bad things of me,” she said.

  His favorite kind of partner and he wasn’t one to judge.

  “Get me out of my panties because they’re soaked and uncomfortable.”

  “With pleasure.”

  Both their hands went to the zipper on her pants, tugging it downward with such force it nearly broke. Sam lifted her butt, allowing him to drag them down her legs. He threw them onto the chair on the other side of the coffee table and turned his attention to her undies that matched the bra.

  Cole saw her dark curls sticking out from the spots where the lace was the thinnest. He pulled the panties down her legs, getting a preview of her pussy. He lifted his nose in the air; her scent was sweeter than a female shifter’s. He liked it. He parted her legs, spreading her labia and took in more of the scent and also view. The sweetest opening he’d ever seen. All wet with a drop of her juices sliding out of her. He swiped it with his finger and then pushed that finger inside her.

  “I’m tight and tense but I know you can loosen me up,” she said, sitting up and resting on her elbows as if she wanted to watch him play with her.

  He’d play with her all right. He’d take her over the edge. He tickled her pussy walls, making her jump, and her legs quiver.

  Cole began to finger fuck her, hearing her groan and feeling her cream slip over his hand.

  “Oh, I often have trouble coming. I should warn you that I don’t always…”

  He felt her pussy walls squeeze his finger and then she cried out.

  “What were you about to say?” he asked her.

  “That I never come fast.”

  “Wait till I get inside you Sammy. You’re going to come all night.”

  Chapter Seven

  How could she possibly keep her hands off this gorgeous man? She’d found lots of ways to keep her self-control which had even slipped over into her sex life. When she’d had sex, she’d come on her terms, and when she’d wanted to, but Cole had just taken all that free will away from her.

  His fingers were magic, his words utter seduction.

  “Bedroom?” he asked, swooping her up like she weighed just an ounce.

  “It’s that way,” she said, pointing to the left.

  She clung to him while taking in his scent. Sort of musky with a hint of very sexy aftershave. She almost licked his face, but stopped herself.

  He placed her down on the bed. She was naked on her own bed with this hunk of a man now standing over her. He took off his shirt and threw it on the chair. The muscles in both his chest and arms stood out like he worked out every minute of the day. He looked like a body builder rather than a doctor. Well, he jogged, she knew that. Maybe that was how he kept in such good shape. He took a condom out of his pants pocket and set it on the bed. Cole lowered his pants and kicked them off, removed his socks, and t
hen wow, what a show; as he took off his boxers, she was pretty sure her mouth fell open. That was quite a dick. Her pussy pulled and tugged just thinking about it inside her.

  He tore open the package and slid out the condom. The rubber strained over the side of his shaft and it made a farting noise that made them both laugh. She didn’t think she’d ever been able to laugh with a guy like this before. And definitely not pre-sex.

  The bed went down on one side as he climbed on to it. He grabbed her by the ankles and tugged her down toward him. Cole roughly pushed her legs wide apart, staring between her them before spreading her labia with his finger and thumb. She knew cream was dripping from her like never before.

  “Hold tight,” he said. He pushed the head of his dick into her entrance. It was almost like she was a virgin again, so tense and tight, and then with one sexy shove of his hips, he was all the way inside.

  Cole raised her arms above her head and held them as he began a steady thrust with them looking into one another’s eyes. He kissed her and then stopped. She kissed him, and then they bit at one another’s lips as he moved faster inside her.

  Guys usually came quickly inside her which meant she hadn’t really ever enjoyed a toe curling orgasm. Sex was something she did in hopes to get a thrill out of it, but rarely did. Tonight, she felt a stirring that usually took a long time to happen. She tried to bring her legs up, but Cole was big and heavy.

  “You want to feel the climax of your life?” he asked her.

  She nodded. He stopped moving. The bastard, was he teasing her or what?

  But then his cock was moving inside her. No, it couldn’t be. She had to be dreaming. This was all a dream, the date, the earlier orgasm, the most hunky guy inside her.

  No, it was real. She could feel his dick beating rapidly in her pussy. Thrilling her, taking her close to something she’d never…

  Sam pinched his arms. He was real, and oh my god, she’d just had the sort of orgasm she thought only women in romance novels or movies experienced. Everything in her room was a blur and it was spinning as it happened again.

  How thin were the walls in these townhouses? Were her neighbors home? Had she woken them? She almost asked him to stop but she liked it too damn much?