Billion Bear (Billionaire Werebear Shifter Paranormal Romance Standalone)

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  Billion Bear

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  Warning: This book contains graphic depictions of consenting adults engaging in explicit sexual activities, and is only intended for mature readers over the age of 18.

  “You fucking snake!”

  Andrea Barret heard her words echo over the grunts and moans of Jacob and the skinny bitch he was balls-deep inside.

  She had been frozen in the doorway to the bedroom they shared, watching in disbelief as his thick cock slammed into the tiny woman. They were oblivious to their audience until she’d shouted.

  The woman grabbed a blanket - her blanket, Andrea thought – and tried to cover her nakedness. Jacob spun around to face the irate woman.

  “Baby, its --”

  “Shut your lying fucking mouth” Andrea screamed. “What? It was an accident? You just happened to find this skinny, naked, woman in our bed? And then you tripped, right? Because your pants fell down. And her cunt was just so loose you couldn’t help but land with your dick in her?”

  Jacob tripped as he tugged his pants up one leg and fell face first onto the floor. He rushed to his feet, his pants still only half up and scurried over to the furious woman.

  Andrea eyed his rapidly deflating cock, still wet with the woman’s juices.

  “No fucking condom?” She yelled.

  “Did you not learn your fucking lesson?” She said pointing to her belly. Andrea winced; in the heat of the moment, she’d almost forgotten the pain of the miscarriage just a week before.

  Jacob reached out to her and took hold of her shoulder. She reeled back and punched; her fist connected with his face and tripped backwards and crashed to the floor. Blood spouted from his nose, and Andrea continued her tirade.

  “Do you want a baby you can’t fucking afford?” She looked to the woman, who scrambled to find her clothing.

  “And who the fuck knows where that skanky bitch has been? How fucking long has this been going on? Is this what you do while I’m at work all day?”

  Jacob was still laid out on the floor, struggling to staunch the flow of blood gushing from his nose.

  “I’ve had enough of your bullshit, Jacob! We’re fucking done.”

  Andrea stepped forward and kicked him square in the balls. The last thing she heard from her former boyfriend was his cries of pain as she turned and walked out the door.

  ~

  Andrea sat quietly in the bus seat a stranger had given up for her when she boarded. She was strong and self reliant; she hadn’t planned on having a baby this early in her life, but it’s not like she was one of those poor girls who got knocked up in high school. She’d had a good career, and she thought she’d had a good man. Andrea decided to keep the baby, and she was confident she’d be able to provide for her family even if Jacob was out of work.

  Complications arose with the pregnancy, and she’d needed to take an extensive break from work. Eventually, they’d had to let her go. She lost her health insurance along with the job, and she’d quickly burned through her savings with doctor’s appointments and tests.

  Then she miscarried and Andrea was devastated, she’d given up everything to have this child and now the doctors said she’d never be able to get pregnant again. She was now stuck working part time for minimum wage. After walking out on Jacob, she had nowhere to stay. She had no family and had been too career driven to make any close friends.

  The only person she felt she could ask for help was an old friend from high school, but they’d hardly spoken in years. Jake was a scrawny boy with a quick wit and a penchant for trouble. By the time they’d graduated, they had become close friends, but then she’d gone to college and he’d enlisted with the marines. They wrote each other now and then, but they hadn’t really spoken since school.

  From his letters, she knew that he had saved up all the money he’d made while deployed and invested it wisely. He was now running his own environmental consulting company, and had become a self made billionaire.

  Andrea hated to ask for help, but knew she had no other options. She had called Jake and asked to meet with him, now she was on a bus to the airport. She had spent the last of her saving on a plane ticket, and she desperately hoped Jake wouldn’t turn her away.

  ~

  Andrea disembarked the plane and collected her luggage; the handful of possessions she’d thought important enough to take with her from her old apartment were all packed into a single bag.

  At the baggage claim, a man in a suit held up a sign with her name on it. She’d seen such things in movies, but never thought she’d be important enough to warrant something like that. Normal people just pick each other up from the airport; in fact, it was almost a test of friendship. She wondered if she should be flattered that he sent a driver just for her, or insulted that he didn’t come himself.

  She introduced herself to the driver; he took her luggage and beckoned her to follow him. Andrea was a little worried about how far Jake might live from the airport; she was generally a quiet person and wasn’t looking forward to a long drive with a stranger.

  Once outside, the driver led her to a limousine and placed her bag in the trunk. Andrea had never ridden in one before; her friends had rented one to take to the Prom, but she’d thought it was much too expensive and insisted on saving the money for college instead.

  The driver held her door open for her, and rather than feeling like an invalid, she felt like royalty. The inside was luxuriously furnished with black leather seats and wood trim. An ice bucket held a bottle of champagne, and two glasses were secured next to it. With regret, she tore her eyes from the bottle – she could really use a drink right now. I’m not pregnant anymore, she painfully reminded herself. She popped the bottle open and poured herself a drink.

  She was relieved when the driver took his seat and left the partition up as he drove off. She was grateful for not having to make small talk with the man. She didn’t want to talk about herself at all; hell, she didn’t even want to think about her life right now.

  Instead, Andrea tried to figure out the best way to plead her case to Jake. She was terribly uncomfortable with the situation; in the past, she’d never been one to ask for charity. She had paid her own way through college, hell, even when she was a kid she never liked borrowing money from her parents. Now she had to ask a man she hadn’t seen in years for more help than she’s ever needed in her life. Andrea had always been so careful to avoid debt, but when you’re pregnant and need medical attention the bills pile up real fast. There was no way she’d ever be able to pay them off now that she was out of a job.

  All too soon, gravel crunched beneath the tires, as the limousine slowed to a stop outside a surprisingly modest country house. Andrea had been so occupied running line after line through her head, that she hadn’t even noticed when the car had left the city. The asphalt and skyscrapers had given way to mountains and forests, and the car had pulled
off onto an unmarked driveway.

  The house was by no means tiny, but it was a still a great deal smaller than what Andrea had been expecting. It bore no resemblance at all to the stately mansion she had envisioned, and she couldn’t decide if she was disappointed or charmed.

  It looked to be a normal, well kept country home. The siding was wood, painted white, and the windows were adorned by ornamental blue shutters. Flowers blossomed in beds all along the front of the house, and they were alive with butterflies and hummingbirds.

  Not a moment after the vehicle had arrived, the large front door had opened and Jake was standing on the rustic porch. Andrea’s breath caught in her throat. The awkward looking, scrawny boy she had grown up with had turned into quite a man. His time as a marine was evident; he appeared impeccably neat with closely cropped hair, just barely long enough to part to one side. He was casually dressed in just a pair of blue jeans and a T shirt, but she could easily imagine him filling out a finely tailored suit. His biceps bulged from the sleeves of his shirt, which was stretched taught across his muscled chest.

  Andrea was grateful for the minute she had to compose herself before the driver came around to open her door. She got over her initial shock at seeing the gorgeous man her childhood friend had grown into. Damn she thought, before pushing it from her mind. She realized that beneath the anxiety she’d been suffering from for the better part of the day, she was actually more than a little excited to be there.

  Jake was one of the only things left from her childhood, and seeing him again filled her with a sense of belonging. As she stepped from the limo, he smiled at her. It was the same smile he’d had as a boy, and she’d seen it a million times. Usually right before he got her into some kind of trouble. His eyes were the same too, though as he looked her up and down, she sensed something new in his gaze.

  He glanced back up and met her eyes, and knew he’d been caught giving her the once-over. Instead of blushing, he only smiled wider. Jake offered her his arm as she approached the porch steps.

  “I can’t believe you’re really here,” he said. “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.”

  Smiling, Andrea took his arm and climbed the steps onto the porch. Instead of annoyance at being offered assistance for such a simple task, she was glad for the excuse to touch him. Her body filled with warmth as she felt the firm muscle beneath her fingers. With some regret, she reached the porch and had to let him go.

  Instantly, the regret vanished as he wrapped her body in his powerful arms. His muscled torso pressed against her, and she loved the way he held her tight. It had been ages since she’d felt a proper embrace, even her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend, she reminded herself) had hardly touched her once she began to show. People were always cautious about hurting the baby, so they tended to keep her at arm’s length, and maybe give her a peck on the cheek. It was strange how lonely you could feel, even with someone you loved, without their touch. Despite the uncomfortable situation she was in, and the desperate circumstances that drove her here, this was the most normal she’d felt in months.

  The embrace eventually came to an end, and Andrea was suddenly aware of her heart pounding in her chest. God, it feels so good to be touched, she thought before returning her focus to the man who stood before her.

  “I’m so glad you had time for me to visit.” She forced herself to say something, to take her mind of the way his body had felt pressed against her. “You must be so busy these-”

  “Actually, most of the day to day oversight has been delegated out to various department heads.” He interrupted.

  “Most days, there’s only a thing or two that needs my attention. I work from home now, more often than not.”

  He smiled at her and gestured to the house. “I’ve been living out here at my country house all spring, and I’ve hardly seen a soul. I’ll be glad for the company.”

  His head turned slightly, and he looked past her to the driver. “Peter” he said, “please take the lady’s luggage into the guest room.”

  Jake took her by the hand and led her through the open door. Inside, the house had a beautiful rustic look with exposed beams and a vaulted ceiling. A large stone fireplace dominated one wall of the living room, and an array of comfy looking chairs and couches formed a half circle around it. The dining area was filled by a large table made of dark, gleaming wood. It was only separated from the kitchen by a high counter, lined with tall stools on this side. Everything appeared clean and orderly.

  He led her through a hall off to the left, and into the guest suite. The room was largely empty, the only furniture being a king sized canopy bed, a single nightstand, and a dresser. There was a door off in one corner.

  “You’ve had a long day of traveling, why don’t you soak awhile while I prepare dinner.” He pointed toward the far door. “Then we’ll catch up.”

  Before she could respond, he had turned and left. She closed the door after him, and pulled off her shirt. A bath did sound good…

  The door opened as she had her hands behind her back, unfastening her bra. Peter froze in the doorway, and Andrea could feel his eyes upon her exposed flesh. She hugged the cups of her bra to her breasts and suddenly felt very self conscious.

  After she’d gotten pregnant, her boyfriend had seemed less attracted to her. She had felt oddly ashamed, as if it were a deformity and not something wonderful. Now that she was free of the cheating scum, she realized how ridiculous it was for her to feel that way. Bearing children was one of the most beautiful things a woman could do.

  Peter apologized profusely and set her bag down just inside the room, and then he disappeared behind the closing door.

  Andrea let her bra fall to the floor and finished undressing. She dug through her suitcase, found her nicest sundress, and laid it out on the giant bed. It was a bit wrinkled.

  She found a hanger in the empty closet and hung the dress from it, and then she carried it over to the bathroom door. She opened the door and froze. White marble tiles led the way to the biggest Jacuzzi tub she’d ever seen in her life. On the opposite wall, a large walk in shower area was segregated by a chest high stone wall.

  Andrea hung her dress from a hook to let the steam work out the wrinkles, and ventured over to the tub. There were half a dozen knobs; she tried one and a jet of water shot out across the room and splashed against the mirror above the sink. She screamed in shock and turned the knob the other way, but the water kept coming.

  She scrambled to make it stop, and was soon interrupted by a knock at the door.

  “Andrea, are you okay in there?” Jake’s voice asked from the other side of the door

  “Uh-yeah, little problem though!” she called out. “I turned the wrong knob...”

  A laugh answered her from the bedroom.

  She scrambled around, looking for something to cover herself with but she’d left all her clothes in the bedroom. Except for the sundress, which was now soaking wet. The water continued to spew from the tub, so she quickly pulled it on.

  Andrea opened the door, and Jake was standing there in a trim black suit, an amused smile on his face. Then his eyes took in the sight before him.

  Her dress was white and yellow, designed to be loose fitting and summery. Now the wet dress clung to her shapely figure, and her fair skin showed through even the yellow fabric. Her body shivered, and her erect nipples were clearly visible through the material. Her hair was soaked and plastered around her face.

  Jake stared at her, taking it all in. Before the moment turned awkward, he squeezed through the doorway, brushing his body against hers as he entered the bathroom. He moved purposefully toward the tub, the water spraying against his chest as he moved in. He turned off the flow, and took a few sodden steps back towards Andrea, still frozen in the doorway. His leather shoes squished as he walked.

  Their eyes met, and for a moment they looked at each other. Then they both exploded in laughter. Andrea couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed this hard; she felt young again. The tw
o of them, all dressed up and soaking wet, this was exactly the kind of situation they’d have gotten into back when they were kids.

  Jake leaned in and kissed her. The laughter stopped.

  His tongue was insistent, it slipped into her mouth and she moaned. She hadn’t been kissed like this in ages. She returned his passion and kissed back deeply.

  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body against his, harder than before. Her nipples rubbed against his chest through the wet fabric and she shivered in delight. He felt so solid, so real, as he hugged her tight.

  The cool air rushed between them as he broke off the kiss and drew his body back.

  Jake looked into her eyes.

  “I’ve always loved you.” He said.

  Andrea looked back at him, her oldest friend, professing his love in a soaking wet three piece suit. That’s just like him, she thought as a smile crept across her face. He grinned back, and a moment later they were laughing again.