Free Knox (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) by Becca Fanning Page B

never gonna let me forget that you’re a better runner, are you?” Ben asked.

    “Nope,” Layla giggled back. “You’ll just have to find something else to be good at.”

    Ben gazed down at Layla’s body, then he readjusted his position. He slid into her with one smooth push, and Layla felt her nerves go haywire. He was everything she’d ever wanted in a man, protective and just and sexy as hell. Ben began to thrust with a steady rhythm, his lips finding Layla’s ear again.

    “What about this?” he said, half-growling. “Am I good at this?”

    “Oh God yes,” Layla told him. Then, after a thoughtful pause, she added: “But I’m still better.”

    She took hold of Ben’s hips and rocked him deeper into her body. Her clitoris was burning for contact, and the full penetration helped her to rub herself against him. She guided him through a few thrusts, filled with thrills as he cried out in pleasure. He was pushing deeper, bringing their bodies closer together, until Layla’s legs were wrapped around his back. Her thighs and calves were strong from all that running, and she gave him an extra push every time he went deep.  

    Soon, the ache inside her grew more desperate, and Layla moaned and cried out for release. Ben’s speed was increasing with every second, his stamina unending. He’d get her there, she knew, and that only made the build-up more glorious. When she reached the edge of her climax, her body gave a sudden shudder. The move caused Ben to let out a hard gasp, and he thrust so fast that he was only a blur in Layla’s vision.

    They lost control together, a pair of bodies moving as one.  

    When he collapsed beside her moments later, Ben’s massive chest rose and fell with the exertion. Layla reached out and put her arm around him, resting her head on his shoulder. She heard his heart as it gradually slowed back to normal, and by the time it was a steady tick-tock, they were both fast asleep. Neither of them woke when Brent returned from a well-deserved Mojito break and stifled his gasp at discovering them. He covered them with a spare blanket though, just so they’d know he’d been suitably creeped out.

Four months later.

    “Hey look! Pantyhose!” Ben exclaimed.

    “You need to not be so excited every time you see pantyhose,” Layla replied with a chuckle.

    She was behind the counter of the Fairhaven General Store, which supplied tourists and campers with anything they’d forgotten to bring from home. Ben was browsing the shelves, and he’d picked up the hose and rattled the box with glee. He brought them over to Layla’s counter, and leaned over the register to kiss her.

    “But it’s us,” he said brightly. “It’s how we met. I can’t not buy them.”

    “What will you do with them?” Layla challenged wryly. “You only know three women, and Anina, Elise and I have got a plentiful supply already.”

    Ben’s grin turned to a mock pout. Layla kissed him again, grateful that there weren’t any customers around to spoil her fun. Ben wandered back to the shelf where the hose was and replaced the box.

    “What should I buy then?” he asked. “I ought to buy something. I come in here ten times a day and I never leave with anything but the shop-girl’s lipstick on my neck.”

    “That’s no bad thing,” Layla replied.

    Something had shifted in her voice, and she left the counter to walk along the shelves of the little store. It was time to have the conversation. Layla looked down at her own cocoa-colored hand, where a bright silver band held a shining diamond on her third finger. She toyed with the ring for a moment, then looked up to find Ben watching her with interest. His thoughtful dimple was firmly in place.

    “You know we said we’d get married at Christmas?” she began.

    Ben nodded enthusiastically. “Big Christmas wedding, super romantic,” he agreed.

    “Well, I’m thinking we ought to bring it forward a little,” Layla explained, “just a month