She reached behind her and grabbed his cock, her expert hand working it once more. Bastian felt his cock harden at her touch and although he knew he should put a stop to this and get out of Rachel’s place, he couldn’t do it.
Rachel worked his cock to the point where he was almost climaxing and then she stopped moving her hand, clutching the base of his cock. She moved her mouth from his, straightening up. She came up onto her knees and pushed his cock beneath herself and then she lowered herself onto his hardness. Her movement was slow and delicious and Bastian felt every inch of himself being sucked into Rachel’s warm depths.
When he was all of the way inside of her, Rachel held herself still. She looked down at Bastian and he felt her pussy tighten and relax, tighten and relax as she clenched her muscles around him, making him gasp. She grinned and then she began to move up and down on him. Now that she had finished teasing him, she didn’t waste any time. Her movements were fast and desperate, like she needed the release as much as he did.
As Rachel moved, she grabbed Bastian’s hand and pressed his fingers against her clit. He massaged it in time with her thrusts and within seconds, Rachel was calling out his name. The feeling of Rachel’s juices coating him pushed Bastian over the edge and his own climax slammed through his body. His cock went wild and his muscles clenched as pleasure consumed him.
He felt his face contorting as the ecstasy became almost agonizing in its intensity and then he was floating down, sated and happy. Rachel collapsed onto his chest and he held her tightly, not wanting to ever let her go but knowing that he had to.
* * *
Bastian sipped his scotch and looked out of the window of the plane. He saw the white, fluffy clouds floating by, but he didn’t really register them. In his mind’s eye, he saw Rachel. He felt as though he could still taste her on his tongue.
Since the moment he had left her house this morning, he had felt a deep-seated urge to turn around and go back. He felt a connection with Rachel, something deep down inside of himself that he had never felt before and couldn’t explain. He knew it could never work, though, and he pushed his feelings aside, telling himself he was making this into something bigger than it was.
Rachel was gorgeous, there was no denying that, and the sex had been mind-blowing, but that was all it was. All it could ever be. The connection Bastian felt had to just be in his imagination. His bear stirred, trying to tell him otherwise, but Bastian pushed it down and ignored it.
Rachel wasn’t meant to be his mate. He had never believed in all of that “love at first sight” stuff. She was just a one-night stand, and Bastian told himself that within a couple of days, he would have forgotten all about her. Now all he had to do was find a way to make himself believe that.
5
One Month Later
Rachel wiped the back of her hand over her sweaty forehead and took a moment to compose herself. She pushed herself up off the floor of the toilet cubicle and reached out and flushed the toilet. She could feel worry stirring within herself. She had been sick every morning for a week, and she knew that as a bear, that should be impossible. How could she have gotten sick?
She unlocked the cubicle door and stepped out of it. She moved to the sinks and washed her hands and splashed water on her face. She examined herself in the mirror. She frowned at her breasts—they looked bigger than usual and they were extremely tender. Tears filled her eyes and she blinked them away.
God, what’s the matter with me? she thought to herself. Why am I always so weepy lately? I’ve only been sick and I’m out here acting like I’m going to die.
The door to the toilets opened and Melanie came in. She frowned when she saw Rachel.
“It finally got you, huh?” she said.
“What?” Rachel asked.
“Working here. The germs. You look terrible,” she said.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Rachel said. “But I don’t think I’ve picked up a bug. I think it must have been something I ate.”
“Well, let’s just err on the side of caution,” Melanie said, giving her a wide berth as she made her way toward the cubicles.
Rachel laughed and shook her head. She left the toilets feeling much better. She had only said the thing about it being something she ate to appease Melanie and stop her inevitable panic at the thought of working next to someone sick, but now she began to think she could be onto something. She couldn’t catch any diseases, but surely even bears got upset stomachs from time to time.
Even as she tried to convince herself that was true, a little voice in the back of her head whispered to her, telling her that wasn’t it and she knew it.
I can’t be pregnant. It’s impossible, Rachel thought, answering the little voice in her head that had been getting louder and louder over the last week.
It’s also impossible for you to get sick, yet here we are, the voice whispered back.
Rachel sighed and shook her head, but the voice wouldn’t be silenced. Not this time. Rachel knew what she had to do to silence the voice once and for all. She needed to pick up a pregnancy test on the way home from work and do it tonight. And once she saw it was negative, she could shut that voice up. She had been telling herself that almost every day, but she had resisted the
