Michelle Hasker

Kit stared at her laptop. It was him again. Riley. As her index finger hovered over the enter button she reread the instant message she was replying to.

It's time we meet in person.

Shivers raced up her spine. Whether from excitement or nerves, she didn't care. She had to meet him. The man who could make her laugh no matter how upset she was. No one knew her more intimately then this man. And he wanted to actually meet her.

I know you're nervous, Kit. So am I. You know how hard this is for me, but I can't deny it any longer. We need to meet in person so we can make sure this is real.

Kit stared at the screen and looked down at the message she'd typed, but hadn't sent. Name a time and place, and I'll be there.

Did she sound too eager? Not eager enough? She didn't want him to think she was easy, but after all they'd been through online, did it really matter? As she moved her finger toward the delete key, she froze, then tapped return before she could change her mind again.

Do you trust me, Kit?

Oddly enough, she did. As she nodded, she laughed at herself. Like he could see her. Yes. I do.

Good. You won't regret this, I swear. Do you want me to come to you?

No. I know how you feel about the city. Didn't you say you have a three bedroom house overlooking a lake?

Yes. You've seen the pictures.

Sorry. LOL You were the only thing I saw in those pictures.

:) Tell me more.

Now?

Yes. Did you like what you saw?

You know I did.

Tell me what you like.

Kit giggled as she stared at her screen. What was wrong with her tonight? It wasn't like they hadn't done this many times before. Why was she so nervous?

Kit?

I'm here.

Do you want to know what I like about you?

Oh, yes. She shivered and clenched her hands into fists. She couldn't ask him to tell her. All the times they'd played this game, and she still couldn't contain the excitement and hunger coiling in her stomach. Wrong or not, she wanted Riley with every fiber of her being.

But still she hesitated. What was wrong with her? Realization hit her hard enough to take her breath away. She loved him. And if they met in person it would be harder to deal with him dumping her. And he would. After all, he was too good to be true. Kit? Her messenger window buzzed, and she jumped. Are you okay?

Yeah. Just thinking.

About what?

About you naked and stretched out before me, at my mercy.

Mmm. I like the sound of that. And what would you do if you had me at your mercy?

She hesitated. What to do first. There were so many wonderful things. If he looked as good in person as he did on his webcam then there were even more possibilities. If his stamina held out.

Kit? Is something wrong?

No! Why do you ask?

Because you don't seem to want to talk to me. Are you tired of me already or am I pushing too fast?

No. I'm not tired of you. I can't wait to meet you.

I know what I want to do when I meet you. The first thing I want to do is touch you to make sure you're real. Then I want a kiss.

Mmm. Kit closed her eyes as she imagined the feel of warm lips over hers. Even though she had a good imagination, she wanted the real thing. I'll come to you.

Thank you. You won't regret it.

No, but you might by the time I'm done with you.

Hehehe.

When do you want me to come?

Now. And over and over and again while you scream my name.

Kit shivered again and this time she looked over at her web cam. As she debated inviting him to view her live, he typed in another message.

I'm sorry, love. There's been an emergency. I've got to get in to work. Text the details to me and I'll meet you at the airport no matter which day it is you can come. I can't wait to see you.

Kit stared at the screen and ran her fingers over his words. I can't wait to see you. She couldn't wait to see him either. She had plans. Lots of plans, most involving him naked.

Not leaving herself time to change her mind, she looked over at her desk calendar. Now was the perfect time. She didn't have anything pressing. Owning her own business had definite advantages. A simple phone call, and her best friend would come house sit.

There really was no reason to not go. If a problem came up she could easily handle most things on her laptop or cell phone. Even if she couldn't, did she want to wait another day to see him?

As she found the website for the airport and checked for tickets, she thought about her wardrobe and what she would bring. She had plenty of sexy lingerie. Boy did she ever. Soon after she'd met Riley and they started getting hot and heavy she'd bought them along with the web cam. Best money she'd ever spent.



* * * * *

Kit stared up at the colonial style house. It was huge, and white. Not the small three bedroom lake house she'd imagined. Sure he'd shown her pictures, but not one did it justice.

Huge columns held up the porch roof and second floor, and a large stone chimney filled one third of the side of the house closest to her. This place must have been in his family for generations.

Her cell phone vibrated against her ass, and she reached in her back pocket and pulled it out. That was the last time she put it there, even if it had been convenient.

"What are you wearing?"

Kit giggled and glanced down at her red sweater and blue jeans. Her clothes weren't very romantic, but she'd wanted to be comfortable to travel here. Should she tell him she was outside, or try and sneak inside?

"Kit?"

"Oh, sorry." What had he said? Oh, yeah. "I'm not wearing anything but a smile."

"You've been distracted, lately. Talk to me, Kit."

"I'd rather not talk," she said, lowering her voice to a husky whisper as she walked up to the front porch. "There are so many more pleasurable things I could do."

"Name one."

"Oh, I don't know," she whispered as she approached his front door. "Something as simple as a kiss. Or I dunno... me sucking you."

His audible indrawn breath made her smile, and gave her the courage to continue. "There are so many things I want to do to you, Riley. I can't even begin to think of where to start."

"Pick one." His deep voice sent shivers up her spine and a rush of fluids to her core. She needed him now. "How about we play a new game?"

"A new game?"

She could hear the desire and eagerness in his voice. Hopefully he wouldn't question her and would just play along. As quietly as she could, Kit crept along the wrap around porch and stopped before she reached the steps to the backyard. It wouldn't do for him to see her too soon.

"Yes. A new one. Are you up for it?"

His answering growl was proof enough, but he spoke in that low sexy voice, anyway. "Hell yes, woman. What are the rules?"

"Just that you do everything I say."

"Everything?"

"Everything. Are you ready?"

He only hesitated for a second before answering with a loud, "Yes!"

"Strip for me, lover."

Sounds of heavy breathing and clothes rustling reached her ears, then he spoke again. "Now what?"

"Go into the backyard." She knew there were no other houses nearby, and most of the boats on the lake were too far to see his nakedness. Besides, trees obscured the view. Her arguments ready if he should protest, she was speechless when he opened the door and walked out, unashamed, and not the least bit hesitant.

Her low whistle must have caught him off guard because he stumbled and turned around. She ducked back before he could see her, but it had been close.

"Did you just whistle into the phone?"

"Yes. I am picturing your tight ass and fine body as you stand naked in your backyard." "And how does it make you feel?"

She gasped and held her breath, afraid to tell him the truth. She peeked around the corner again and studied him. His body was tanned all over, no white buns on his tight ass. Her fingers itched to run through the dark curls on his head, and she wanted to gaze into his soft gray eyes as he made sweet tender love to her.

"Kit?"

"Hmm?"

He growled and tightened his hold on the phone. "You're supposed to tell me what you're doing when you touch yourself."

"I'm not touching myself," Kit said, then grinned as she added, "at least not yet."

"I can't wait to get my hands on you," he whispered.

"Close your eyes," she said, then bit her lip to keep from whimpering as he turned around and faced the house. He had his eyes closed, but she knew it wouldn't take long for him to realize she was there. As she watched, he reached down and wrapped his hand around a very impressive erection. Kit gasped.

"Damn it. Do I have to say it again? You're supposed to tell me what you're doing when you touch yourself so I can enjoy it, too. You know the rules. We agreed to them when we started this relationship."

"The rules aren't fair. You're touching yourself, but I'm not."

"I'm allowed to touch myself, you agreed to that. Besides, I know that gasp, Kit. That was a gasp of pleasure."

"Maybe it was," she whispered as she stared, mesmerized by the slow leisurely movement of his hand up and down his long, thick cock. She whimpered as moisture soaked her panties.

He growled into the phone again. "You're not playing fair."

Screw fair. She couldn't stand here another moment and not wrap her mouth around that glorious cock. Kit crept across the grass as quietly as she could, dropping her phone as she fell to her knees. She wrapped her hands around the base while he stroked up his length. The sound of his surprised gasp made her even wetter as he pulled his hand back and looked down at her. With a grin, she lowered her mouth and sucked the head of his shaft between her lips.

Riley moaned, his cell phone joining hers on the ground as his hands fisted in her long brown hair.

"Kit?"

"Mmm," she mumbled around a mouthful of delicious male. He tasted of soap and pure male. He must have showered before he'd called. Kit moaned and shifted on her knees, trying to get closer. She drew him in deep, then pulled all the way back and released him with a pop. "Surprise."

"You came!"

"And you will be soon," she whispered as she looked up into his gray eyes.

He groaned, fingers tightening in her hair.

"Watching as you stroked this gorgeous cock was enough to make me break my promise to myself. I wasn't going to let you know I was here yet. But I couldn't resist."

"I'm glad," he said as he tugged her to her feet. Once she stood, he cupped her face and kissed her, long and deep. A kiss so delicious her toes curled, and so sweet and gentle that her heart swelled with love. A love she couldn't admit.

"I wasn't finished," she said when he finally released her. She wrapped her hand around his cock again and stroked him. "I want more."

"I want more, too. But I told you the first thing I wanted to do when we met was to kiss you."

Kit moaned. "You can kiss me like that any time."

"Every time," he whispered as he grabbed her waist and tugged her up against him.

She grabbed onto his shoulders as one of his hands moved to her ass, pressing her tight, and the other gripped her hair, effectively holding her in place. But she had no intention of complaining, there was no other place she'd rather be.

Kit met his kiss hungrily, and kissed him back with all the love she couldn't express, and the pent up desire from their brief phone conversation. Her height was an advantage as she was only a couple of inches shorter than him and they lined up just right.

"You have too many clothes on, love," he whispered in between kisses as he worked his way to her ear.

"No." She didn't want her first time with him to be outside in the grass. She wanted a big soft bed and privacy to make love to him until they both passed out, then make love some more.

"No?" He pulled back slightly and frowned.

"I want my first time with you to be in your bed."

"Oh." He grinned and looked around. "Maybe next time we can do it out here."

"Maybe under the stars and moon." Kit smiled as she cupped his cheek and stared into his bedroom eyes.

She could just sit and stare at his picture for hours. Here she was with the real thing, and she didn't want to look away. Biting her lower lip, she fought the words that wanted to come out. It was too soon to admit she loved him. If he didn't feel the same way she'd probably scare him off.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he frowned. "I know you came here, and we discussed this, but you don't have to make love to me."

"What?" She laughed. "Are you kidding me?"

"No pressure, Kit. Only if you are sure you want me."

She narrowed her eyes and dropped back to her knees. As she wrapped one arm around him, she slid her free hand around his shaft and gently squeezed. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip. Unable to resist, she lowered her head and licked at his salty essence.

"Please, Kit. I want to be deep inside you when you make me come. I want to make the most of this."

Kit smiled and stood up, but slid her hand up his chest as she stepped close. He was perfect. How had she gotten so lucky?

In one swift move, Riley scooped her up in to his arms and headed for the door at almost a run. Kit giggled when he got to the door and tried to open it without letting her go. "Um... A little help here, Kit."

"Sure." Her grin went from ear to ear and she didn't care if he saw it. She opened the door and dropped her head on his shoulder as he kicked it shut. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and nestled close, breathing in his fresh, clean scent.

As he took the stairs two at a time she realized she hadn't even looked at the interior of the house. Ignoring the little voice telling her to be more cautious, she snuggled closer and sucked on the sensitive spot over his carotid. His breath hitched and he tightened his hold on her. A feeling of smug satisfaction washed over her at his reaction.

"We won't make it to my room if you keep that up." His husky whisper sent chills up her spine.

"Then you better hurry," she whispered back as she switched her attention to his ear and bit him.

"Feisty vixen," he complained, but she could hear the humor in his voice.

As he carried her in the bedroom and set her down, she marveled at how easily he'd did it. She was slender, but almost his height. His muscles attested to his love of exercising and the outdoors. Whatever he did to gain upper body strength, she hoped he kept it up.

"Okay, Kit. We're in here with my king size bed and only one of us in naked." He stalked toward her and grabbed onto the hem of her sweater, then quickly released it. "No. I want you to do something for me."

"Anything. You know that."

He grinned and walked over to the bed. "Good. I want you to strip for me like you did last week on your webcam."

Kit blushed. That had taken all her courage to perform, and he wanted a repeat? As he stretched out and propped his head on his hands, that beautiful, thick cock all hard and ready, she wanted nothing more than to obey his every command.

Humming to a popular sexy tune, she began to wiggle her hips. Slowly, as she danced and gyrated, she removed her clothes, and then crawled on the bed toward him. As she inched her way up his body, she teased and rubbed against his thighs and belly.

"I can't believe you're real, and that you're here."

"That makes two of us, Riley." Kit licked her lips and then finally leaned down and kissed the tip of his erection. As she toyed with the slit and then traced her tongue around the rim, he moaned and buried his hands in her hair again.

"Please, Kit. I want to be inside you when I come, and I'm already so close."

"Then a little closer won't matter," she said as she sucked him in deep, taking him in almost all the way.

He groaned, the sound music to her ears, as she sucked on him and teased his balls with one hand and she leaned on the bed with the other.

"God, I love that. I didn't realize you were so talented."

She slid him out and looked up at him, "It's you. I feel so much desire, such a hunger to have you, to suck on you, to taste you, I want to pleasure you." Once she confessed her feelings, she panicked, afraid he'd realize she was in love with him. That would end things before they'd started.

Not once in the entire time she’d known him, had he expressed any desire for love or marriage. In fact, he seemed to avoid the topic like the plague.

"Well, I want to pleasure you, too. And I want to be inside you when I do it."

"Trust me, I want that, too."

"Then lay down. It's my turn, before you make me come and it's over before we started." Kit giggled, but crawled next to him and rolled on her side, sliding her hand over his chest. "Now what, Master?"

"I'm not into BDSM, but I like the sound of that."

She snickered and shook her head. "I'm not into it either, but with you I'll try anything."

His eyes darkened at her confession, and he rolled her onto her back, covering her body with his as he kissed her. She met his kiss enthusiastically and ran her hands up and down his back, then grabbed his ass and lifted into him.

Breathless, she stared up at him as he ended the kiss and pulled back. Before she could say anything, he cupped her breasts, molding and squeezing them as he sucked on first one nipple, then the other. He alternated his attention between both of them, then kissed a path down her stomach to her mons.

Riley slid his thumbs back and forth on her sensitive flesh as he spread her open. He slid a finger over her folds, then his tongue. Kit gasped and lifted into the caress even as he pressed her back down on the bed.

"Shhh. Lay still and let me pleasure you. I can't wait much longer, but I've been dying for a taste of you," he said as he slipped one finger into her dampness.

"Yes," she hissed as she clenched around him. When he pulled his finger out, she whimpered and grabbed his shoulders. "Damn it, Riley. Just fuck me."

He chuckled against her mons, then slipped his finger back in as he sucked on her clit. When he added another finger to the first, she bucked and pressed down on it. She was so aroused she didn't want this; she just wanted that glorious cock buried deep inside of her.

"Riley, do that next time. I want you now."

He looked up at her as he sucked even harder. She squirmed under him, wanting more. Desperation clawed at her stomach, and she dug her fingers into him.

"Please." She whimpered and moved under him, desperately hoping he’d give her the orgasm that hovered just out of reach.

Riley moved away from her so quickly she panicked, until she heard the nightstand drawer open. He quickly slipped on a condom, then moved back over her. He hesitated at her entrance. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She nodded and grabbed his hips. "Please, make love to me, Riley."

He sighed, and grinned as he positioned himself, then slowly slid home. Deeper and deeper, he filled her to bursting, his balls rubbing against her as he pressed as far as he could. He slipped his hand between them and pressed on her clit as he pushed again, and she shattered so quickly she didn't even have time to think. She screamed, her body convulsing around him as her muscles clenched, squeezing him tight as every nerve ending exploded.

Breathless, she lay still, her body quivering from aftershocks as Riley dropped his head on her chest, his breathing heavy.

"I feel like a randy teenager, only I don't think I ever came that quickly even then."

Kit made some kind of noise, it was supposed to have been agreement, but came out sounding like a sigh.

Riley smiled and kissed her breast, then released her. Once he'd disposed of the condom, he lay next to her and pulled her close. As he rubbed her back she drifted off to sleep wondering if it would be this good next time.

* * * * *

Kit looked up as Riley joined her in the backyard. He looked especially edible in cut off jeans and nothing else, but her lower body protested. They'd actually made love so much she was sore. But she'd loved every minute of it. The aches were well worth it. "There's something I need to tell you, Kit."

She looked over wondering what his surprise would be, but realized he was serious. He looked worried with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth curved in a frown.

"Are you married?"

"No. You know I'm not."

"Are you a serial killer or rapist?”

"No." He snorted at her question.

"Then I don't see a problem here."

"It might be a problem. It depends on how open-minded you are."

"I'm pretty open-minded, but I'm not going to share you with other women. Or other men."

Riley laughed. "No, it's nothing like that. But all the same, it might be enough to make you want to leave."

"Then why didn't you tell me before I came here? Or before we made love."

"Hate me if you want, call me selfish, but I wanted you. I love you, Kit."

She squealed and jumped up, throwing her arms around his neck. "I love you, too. I didn't want to rush you or anything. I was waiting for the right time to tell you."

"Kit," he said as he pulled her arms away from his neck. "This is really important. I'm not what you'd call normal."

"Hell no. You are definitely a superb specimen of man."

"No. That's not what I meant." He sighed and turned away, running a hand through his hair. "There’s no easy way to say it, so I'm just going to spit it out. I'm not human. I'm a shapeshifter."

"A shapeshifter?" she asked as she stared at him, a million questions racing through her mind.

Riley nodded and closed his eyes as if he couldn't stand to look at her any more. "Like you can change into an animal?"

She didn't know if it was her tone of voice or her question, but he opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise.

"Yeah."

"Wow. I didn't realize people like that were real. So what do you change into? With your dark hair it could be almost anything."

"Bear."

"Bear?" she echoed, blinking her eyes rapidly as she stared at him. A bear? My God.

"Do you want to see me change?"

Numb, she merely nodded her head. His transformation was quick, and looked painless, but when faced with the large predator, panic tightened her throat and made her heart race. Before she could do or say anything, he changed back and looked at her, his heart on his sleeve. It was easy to see how much this confession had cost him. How many times in the past had he lost his lover when she learned the truth?

"In case you're wondering, you're the only woman I've told my secret to. You're the only one I've wanted to marry and spend the rest of my life with."

"Do you have to make me into a bear?"

"No. You can stay human. I still age like you, and I can get sick. It's not like how most stories make it. I don't need a full moon, or to get filled with rage to shift my shape."

"Hmm." Kit didn't try to hide her surprise or confusion, but wondered how this would affect things. "So what's the problem?"

He stared at her, blinking rapidly. "What?" his left eye twitched.

"Was this your way of getting rid of me?"

"No. I love you. I couldn't stand to keep my secret from you any longer. You deserve to know the truth."

"I love you, too. Now come over here and kiss me."

"It doesn't bother you?"

Why was it so hard for him to believe her? Maybe he wasn't as open-minded as she was, she thought with a giggle.

"I love you, Riley. You. So whatever you are doesn't matter. Besides, I think it's cool. I love bears."

"I knew that, it was how we met. But I never thought you'd accept all this so easily."

"Have a little faith in me. What is the problem with us being together?"

"Nothing. Except I'm an animal and you aren't."

"As long as you don't try to fuck me while in bear form I think we'll be fine. You can control those animal instincts, right? You won't play with me, then eat me?"

"I promise to eat you, over and over again."

"You know what I mean." She laughed.

"I'm sorry." He frowned as he pulled her close. "You're right. I ask you to trust me and believe me, but then I doubt you. But not any more. Will you marry me, Kit?"

"Yes!" she shouted before he could take it back or change his mind.

He looked surprised again, but smiled as he drew her close for a leisurely kiss. "When do you want to get married?"

"How about now?"

"Now is good, but I want to make love to you under the moon and stars like you promised."

She smiled and realized she wasn't as sore as before. And what better way to celebrate his proposal then out here.

"Okay, but then I expect you to make an honest woman of me."

"It's a deal." He grinned, then kissed her.