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Sooner or later he’d get this thing with Omega straightened out and he’d go back to whatever he was doing before he’d found out he was a part-time grizzly bear. Besides, it wasn’t like he could roam around her subdivision in bear-mode without calling attention to himself. Wasn’t every day there were bears trotting around suburbia. Some moron would probably shoot him or have him hauled to the zoo. And then she’d have to go there to visit him.

Not much of a life, no matter how she looked at it. Poor guy.

When she was a kid, she loved watching The Incredible Hulk. But she always felt sorry for Bill Bixby at the end. He usually made friends with someone but had to leave them behind and move on. Even at eight years old, she could see how terribly lonely his life must have been.

“No welcoming party. Better hurry, though. I have an idea.” Tarik parked the truck behind the cabin, out of sight of what little traffic made it down the rutted, barely passable dirt road leading from the main road at least a half-mile back. When he shut off the engine, he turned to look at her. “You’ve been quiet. Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”

“I’m fine. Just thinking. There’s a lot to think about, you know.”

He nodded. “Let’s get inside. Then we can talk about some things.” He shut the door after she climbed to the ground—those trucks were not made for short, curvy girls with legs the length of your average junior high-school student.

Before she had turned around, he was heading around the side of the cabin. He went for the gun first, checked to see if it was loaded then went on a hunt for the bullets. He found a box in one of the kitchen cupboards. “Ah, here we go. I knew the ammo had to be here somewhere.” He put the gun and bullets on the table then went to the refrigerator.

“What’re you going to do with the gun? You’re not going to shoot anyone? Are you? I mean, for some reason it’s kind of okay for you to do that bear-whooping-ass thing when we’re in danger, but shooting people…” She let the words trail off. This was for real! People were chasing her. And someone could end up shot. That someone could even be her, if they weren’t careful.

“I’m taking it as a precaution.” Still staring into the fridge, he grimaced. “I see we’re going to need to stock up on a few things before we head out of town.”

“What’s wrong with what I bought? Can’t we take this stuff?”

He frowned. “Soy milk? And what’s this?” He pulled a prepackaged meal out of the tiny freezer. “Lean Cuisine? First, I won’t touch soy milk. If it doesn’t come out of a ranging animal, it’s unnatural.” He tossed the Creamy Basil Chicken dinner into the freezer and slammed the door. “And these meals wouldn’t satisfy a guy half my size. The portions aren’t big enough for a child.”

“Well they’re big enough for me.” That sounded wrong.

He grinned as he scooped up the gun and headed for the door. “Let’s go.”

Her face warmed. She followed him outside, grateful for the chill on her stinging cheeks. “You know what I mean.”

“Sure I do.”

If she could’ve, she would’ve put money on the fact that he brushed his side against hers on purpose as he opened her door. He sauntered around the vehicle, opened his door, set the gun on the floor behind his seat and climbed in.

“A buddy of mine is out of town for a few days,” he explained while driving the truck back down the long, winding road. “We’ll stay at his place for the night. Hopefully no one at Omega knows I have a key. He doesn’t work with me, so no one should know who he is or that he’s gone.” He draped an arm over her shoulder. His fingertips traced little circles on the nape of her neck. “We’ll be comfy-cozy.”

She shivered. “I’m sure we will.”

* * * * *

They drove about a half-hour, down winding roads that cut through pine forests. A bumpy rutted driveway—didn’t anyone in Alaska have a paved drive?—led to a cabin that was almost identical on the outside to the one she’d rented with Katie.

Tarik parked the truck behind the building and hauled Abby’s luggage and the gun up to the front door. After unlocking the door—no small feat with his arms loaded—he pushed it open for her.

The cabin’s inside looked almost exactly the same as well. Butt ugly furniture and all.

Did everyone in Alaska decorate their homes in Rustic Tacky?

Tarik set her suitcases next to the bed and headed to the fireplace. The view from behind as he bent over to pick up some firewood was interesting, considering what he was wearing. He tossed a couple of logs into the fireplace then wadded up some paper and lit a brilliant blaze with a long wooden matchstick.

Made it look so easy. It had taken her at least a half-dozen tries before her fire had grown beyond a measly flicker.

Show off.

“We’ll have to be careful when we head down to the store, not call too much attention to ourselves,” he said as he poked at the fire with a long metal hooky thingy.

Not call attention to themselves? That was going to be interesting, considering he was still wearing the toga he’d fashioned out of the hotel blanket. If that didn’t get someone’s attention, she didn’t know what would.

“I don’t want to go to Max’s Place,” he continued, standing directly in front of her for a moment before continuing back to the kitchen. He filled one of those old coffeepots with water and spooned some grounds into the little basket that sat at the top. Once he had the coffee started, he headed back in her direction. He sure was a busy bee. A sexy busy bee. “Max is a friend of mine. If any of Omega’s guys ask him about me, they’d know I was still in the area.” He sat down in a chair. “Come here.” He punctuated his words with a come-hither eyebrow wag and pat on his thigh.

It took all of three steps to put her front and center before him. Like she expected, he grabbed her waist and pulled, until she was comfy cozy on his lap. More than her cheeks warmed and it was hard to remember what they’d been talking about. A very curious unseen protuberance was poking her bottom through the blanket and her clothes. “Okay, maybe going to the store isn’t such a good idea. How far away from here do you live?” She fanned her face. Was it getting stuffy in there or what?

He buried his nose in the crook between her neck and shoulder. “My place is back by your rental. Why?”

Battling a case of goose bumps, she tipped her head and scrunched up her shoulder. Why? Yes, that was a good question. What had they been talking about? Oh. Yeah. “You were going to get yourself some clothes, weren’t you?” She leaned back a bit, taking her neck out of the line of fire and motioned up and down his body with an index finger. “I’d think a guy dressed like Julius Caesar might stand out in a place like this. The only thing you’re missing is the olive branches or whatever those things were on his head.”

He screwed his perfect mouth into a playful scowl. “Funny.” One of his hands took a little tour of her body, starting at her waist and ending up under her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra.

Oh, what a naughty hand. Naughty in the nicest sense.

Her head dropped back and her eyelids fell over her eyes. She felt her nipple hardening, thanks to his gentle caresses. “If you went there—uh, I mean to your house—you could grab yourself some canned food or whatever it is you eat.” She had no idea how she’d managed to string together so many words, considering her head was spinning and her body was planning a party for the arrival of one hunky guest.

“I’m thinking there’s probably another guy named “Joe” sitting at my place waiting for me to come home so he can escort me back to my prison cell in the basement of Omega’s headquarters.”

That last part sobered her up a smidge. They’d held him prisoner? What was going on? “They were going to lock you up? Why?”

“So I couldn’t do this.” He removed his hand from her breast, cupped her chin and kissed the daylights out of her. His tongue did all those naughty, yummy things his tongue had a tendency to do. It flirted with hers then got all serious, plunging in and out and getting bossy. In response, she kissed him back. Wasn’t any way she could do anything but that.

For each thrust of his tongue, she gave him one in return. And while she was teaching his mouth a lesson or two, she let her hands go a-wanderin’ over the bumpy terrain that made up his absolutely drool-worthy upper body. She yanked until the toga came untied and then set both hands free to wander at will.

Based on the low rumbling growl he gave when one of her fingertips grazed a nipple, she guessed he appreciated the thorough attention she was lavishing on his chest and stomach. That was, she assumed as much until he broke the kiss and pushed her fanny off his lap. She ended up wedged between the chair’s arm and Tarik’s hip but that was no problem, especially when he caught one of her hands in his and gently set it atop one very prominent part of his anatomy.

Being all too eager to drive him as crazy as he was driving her, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly pumped up and down.

His gasp was followed by a husky murmur, “Suck my cock.”

Sounded like fun.

She sped up the pace a bit then slid off the chair and stood in front of it, straddling his outstretched legs. His cock stood front and center, looking big and tasty. She bent over, opened her mouth wide and took him in.

He tasted great, like outdoors and man and all things sexy and wild. She swirled her tongue round and round then traced a line down the underside to the curls coating his balls. She fondled them gently as she licked back up to the tip and took him as deeply as she could into her throat.

Under her forearm, she felt the muscles of his leg trembling. She felt the tug of his hand on her hair. The sting of his fingers digging into her shoulder. The sensations fueled the blaze burning inside her body.

Up and down, up and down he thrust his hips, fucking her mouth while holding her head still. Quite suddenly, he pushed her away.

Was something wrong?

She lifted her gaze to his face, saw the fierce hunger burning in his eyes. She didn’t know why but she whimpered.

He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each gasping breath. The fine sheen coating his chest glistened in the flickering light of the fire and right then and there she decided she’d never, ever seen a sexier man. “Dammit woman,” he said, sitting forward, “what you do to me.” Looking like he might eat her up, he snatched up her hands in his and pulled, dragging her up against him again. Then he stood, taking her with him. Still holding her, he added, “It’s my turn now.”

What exactly did he have in mind?

Chapter Five

He was losing control again. The beast was gaining strength, being fed by the delightful sensation of Abby’s mouth on his cock. He had to stop it. Had to gather up his strength, hold off, even if there wasn’t a cell in his body that wasn’t screaming for a quick release.

He wanted to possess her. To spill his seed inside over and over and over again. Yet a tiny part of him knew he shouldn’t, that to impregnate her could put her in more jeopardy than she was already in. Not to mention an innocent child. He’d taken her word for it the first time, that there could be no pregnancy but he didn’t want to take that chance again.

He helped her to the floor, and once she was nude and lying comfortably on the thick rug before the fire, he pulled her knees apart. Her skin took on a golden glow from the fire. Her hair looked like flames fanned around her head. Her eyes were dark. They said more than he suspected she knew.

He moistened a fingertip with his mouth then parted her labia. Her clit sat nestled under her damp curls, glistening with her juices. She arched her back the instant he touched her there.

Dammit, she looked so lovely, her tits pushed high into the air, her nipples pink points, beckoning him. Her soft legs parted, her cream coating her pussy. He wanted to sink his cock into her tight heat and fuck her hard. Fuck her until she screamed his name, until she begged him to do it over and over again.

No. No. Not like that.

He’d take her slow. He’d build up the tension until neither of them could stand it anymore. They’d find bliss together.

Yes, that’s how she deserved to have it.

He started by eating her. She smelled incredible and tasted even better. He flicked his tongue over her clit while gliding two fingers into her tight canal. In and out they went, in time with the rhythm of his tongue. She moaned and groaned, threw her head from side to side and tensed up her legs, parting them wider for him.

“Yes, my sweet. That’s the way. Open to me. Open wide.”

The sound of her ragged breathing was like a tonic. It sent waves of wanting crashing through his body. Building, building. He had to have her. He needed her. Now.

No. No!

He added two more fingers. She was tight around them. So hot and tight.

“Oh God,” she shouted. Her body trembled beneath him. “No more. Please.”

He didn’t stop but he did slow down. His fingers dragged in and out of her at the pace of a turtle. Three tremors accompanied each push in and each pull out. His tongue continued to tease her clit but also slower. He used long swipes now instead of short flicks.

It was only when she screamed, “Fuck me now,” that he stopped.

He gently rolled her onto her stomach then helped her onto her hands and knees. “Yeah. That’s the way. I want to fuck you from behind. I’m going to fuck your pussy and then I’m going to fuck your ass.”

“Oh God,” she squeaked.

He reached around her hip and stroked her clit while entering her in an agonizingly slow thrust. He felt every ridge in her inner walls as he drove deeper. And every inch as he pulled out again. She tossed her head back. Her hair fell in a spray of flashing gold over her shoulders and back. Fucking gorgeous.

She rocked back and forth, meeting his thrusts as he settled into an easy pace. Her inner walls gripped him tightly. Her juices coated his cock in sweet, slick heat. His balls tightened. The fire of his need threatened to consume him completely.

He could sense she was getting closer, that she was on the verge of orgasm. It was the scent in the air. Musky and sweet. It drove him crazy.