HIS BABY TO BEAR - TWENTY SEVEN

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y S E V E N

Jerome Nicolas never imagined himself to be a family man.

Not only did he have a short fuse and a tendency to overreact, but he couldn't even imagine staying in one place, with one woman, until now. But Libby had changed everything.

Being placed on temporary leave had turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It meant he wouldn't be shipped off to some unknown location to do unspeakable things, but would instead be given time to get to know his mate and his child. And Libby was unquestionably his pal. If he had any doubts before, the way she handled herself in that fight in her house had proven to him that he was everything he could ever want in a woman.

She was the ideal woman: confident, smart, beautiful, and willing to go the extra mile for her love and family. What more could he possibly want?

So it was extremely difficult to deal with the fact that she kept him at arm's length.

When they finally got out of that cramped bunker, Jerome's first thought was to fuck Libby senseless, regardless of his injuries. But she'd declined. That he'd have to take a break. And after he'd rested, she'd said no once more. The excuses seemed to be endless, and after a few days, Jerome felt as if he was walking on hot coals.

That woman is driving me insane, he grumbled as he marched up the two flights of stairs leading to Libby's little temporary apartment that The Firm had arranged for her.

She'd told him that she needed a few days to process everything that had happened, and that he would have to respect her wishes. Of course he did, but that didn't make it any less agonizing.

In that regard, his bear had been surprisingly content with the way things were going. Jerome had expected the grizzly to drive him to scale walls and go any length to claim her, but the big bear was calm and collected, lying in wait. It was strange that his human side was more restless than his animal side.

They still went out for lunch every day and spent some time together, giving Jerome time with Reid Andrew as well as Libby. But it was always in public places that he had to behave. When she wasn't ready to tell him to behave, or when he'd worn her down by whispering dirty things in her ear, he could only get a kiss or two from her.

He knew she could be the most stunning shade of scarlet by now. He wanted to see more of that color on her.

Jerome rapped on the door, his shoulders tense beneath his black leather jacket. He looked like some rugged 80s bad boy coming to call on his favorite girl, dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans that fit perfectly. His heart skipped a beat when Libby opened the door. It was always difficult for him to keep his cool when he saw her pretty, sweet face. How could a bear think clearly when his cock was frozen with the thought of making his mate moan his name?

Her hazel eyes twinkled as she smiled. They had a spark he hadn't seen in a long time—since the night he'd run into her at the bar. It was sabotage. It was a warning sign that she was up to no good. And he was good at getting into mischief.

Immediately, he felt all of the swagger he'd been hiding come back to him. He leaned against the doorframe and gave her a long look, his gaze rolling up and down the length of her curvy body. She was dressed in a silky red robe that revealed some cleavage, and he was curious about what was underneath.

"Hello, honey. Have you been waiting for me? " he enquired, smirking.

"Yes," she simply said, grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him into the apartment.

He had no desire to argue with her hunger. Jerome slammed the door shut behind him and grabbed her by the hips, squeezing her body against his as they made their way through the living room toward her bedroom. His hands were on her cheeks, cupping her chin, devouring her lips as she moaned into his mouth, reigniting everything he had fought to keep at bay.

"Where has Reid Andrew gone?" he enquired, his voice low and growling.

"Raven has him," she exclaimed, gasping as he ripped off his bomber jacket and shirt.

He'd recovered well from the skirmishes. He only had a few thick scars on his neck and shoulders from where the wolf had hung on, and he assumed they would never fade. They'd cut into his tattoos, but he saw them as a symbol of victory, something he didn't want to hide. But, between then and now, he'd gotten something new: the names Libby and Reid Andrew tattooed on his chest. He kept it there so he wouldn't have to question what truly filled his heart.

"Good," he snarled, snatching her up and hurling her onto the bed.

As he kicked off his boots and undid the belt buckle on his jeans, Jerome's body thrummed with need. He dove in after her, yanking loose the silky tie that held her robe together. The garment parted to reveal sultry red lingerie. Jerome licked his lips with a predatory grin.

"Fuck, honey, you know how to greet a man," he exclaimed.

Libby's eyes were wild with desire, and the way she bit her lower lip almost made him howl with delight. That woman was going to kill him.

"I thought you deserved a prize for your patience," she chuckled, her lashes batting.

That was all the talking he wanted to do. He kissed her neck and chest, briefly stopping on both nipples and sucking them into his mouth through the bra lace. Her back arched, and she dragged her fingers through his hair, pulling and tugging. He wasn't going to be rushed by her. With agonizing slowness, he moved down her belly, tracing his path with his tongue.

Her scent irritated him, filling his nostrils and then his entire body. His bear roared within him, finally reverting to the aggressiveness he'd always known the bear to be capable of. Jerome pressed his hand against her sex and was rewarded with increasing wetness on his fingertips. He growled lowly, knowing that the sound would suffocate her like sweet wine.

"Would you like this?" he teased, unzipping his jeans and pressing them down to expose his hard, thick cock.

Her eyes were desperate with desire, and the only response she could muster was a throaty moan.

"Yes, please," she sobbed.

Jerome yanked the lacy, delicate panties off her hips with a jerk, enjoying the sound of them separating in his hands. He ripped off his jeans and pushed his body up against hers, crushing his body against hers. He kissed her thoroughly, his tongue snaking into her mouth as he positioned the head of his cock at her wet slit, holding it there for what seemed like an eternity.

Libby bucked against him, but Jerome held her down, allowing her to wiggle against the head of his cock just enough to drive her insane.

Between kisses, she begged, "Please, Jerome. Fuck me.”

Jerome grabbed her hip and flipped her over on her belly with a growl. He unhooked her bra clasp and pushed the straps down her shoulders as he yanked her up by the hips, leaving her on all fours. He entered her from behind, not wasting a second. Those first few moments were pure, undeniable bliss. As he rammed himself into her tight tunnel, his grip on her hips tightened and his fingertips dug into the soft, chocolate flesh of her thighs.

"Yessss," Libby hissed, slamming herself against him again.

He thought he'd cum right away because she was so tight. The anticipation and the wait had all been worthwhile. He gathered himself, bowed his body over hers, and began slowly thrusting into her, easing her on his cock until he could finally bottom out. He lingered there for a while, enjoying the sensation of her hot cunt squeezing around his rigid cock.

He kissed her shoulder blades, and one of his hands ran up along her stomach and cupped her breasts, harshly kneading them. Libby practically mewled as he rolled one of her nipples between his fingertips. He couldn't get enough of the soft, sweet little noise.

"I've been waiting for this for so fucking long," he growled into her ear, enjoying the way she shuddered.

Jerome drew back a bit before plunging forward again, impaling her on his cock. Libby threw back her head, gasping with each thrust as his strokes became faster and harder. He kissed her, seeking out her mouth, their lips crushing together in barely restrained lust. Sweat dappled her skin, and her moisture seemed to envelop him.

He'd never expected to meet someone as perfect as Libby. Not only her body, but also her brMaddison, mind, and kindness. She was the ideal mate for him and his bear, and he had to thank fate, and possibly that jerk Ace, for bringing them together. He knew he'd never be able to let go of her again.

Jerome's hand moved down between her legs, his rough fingertips gently teasing her clit. With each movement, she bucked against him, demanding his attention. He enjoyed hearing her breathing become faster and more ragged, her muscles tensing around him and deliciously squeezing him. He rammed into her harder when he realized she was about to fall over the edge, Libby's hands collapsing beneath her and falling into the covers.

"Oh my God, Jerome," she sobbed.

"Cum for me, honey," he said, and she did as he asked.

Her pussy squeezed him for all he was worth, milking him hungrily. Jerome gritted his teeth, bucking into her as she screamed and moaned her way through her orgasm. When her cries subsided, Jerome let go, finally releasing all of his pent-up energy and desire for her. He shot thick ropes of cum into her, filling her up and reclaiming her with a wall-shaking roar, every muscle in his body straining.

Grabbing her slick, sweaty body, he slid to his side and drew her with him. They were both gasping for air, and Jerome had the biggest, stupidest grin on his face. It wasn't just sex this time. It was a moment in time, a promise, a declaration. He had her. And he was hers just as much as she was his.

"Was it worth the wait?"

" she inquired, snuggling in closer to him.

"More than you could possibly imagine, honey," he said, basking in the warmth and pleasure of the moment.