Bear My Babies

“I got your papers,” Thomas said, leaning back and allowing his eyes to land on her bre*sts. The dress was pushing them out, and he was going to appreciate its hard work.

“I know,” she replied with a smirk.

“Are you going to go out with me now?” he asked, no longer beating around the bush. She was gorgeous and he wanted her, and the way she acted around him she wanted him just as much.

“I don’t know. Should I?”

Hilary would be the perfect solution to his Melissa situation. They both knew that they weren’t in it for the long haul. Thomas and Hilary would have some fun getting the s*xual tension that had been built up between the two of them since the moment they met out of their systems and go their separate ways. He could tell from the way she played with him that she understood what they would be doing.

When one of them decided it was over, they would walk away. No hurt feelings. And Thomas was more than ready to start enjoying her company. He needed someone like Hilary. Melissa was messing with his head. He didn’t want a relationship, especially with her, and obviously she didn’t want one either or she wouldn’t be hanging out with Bruce.

With his decision made, Thomas got up and walked around his desk until he was in front of Hilary. Her eyes landed on the spot below the button on his pants, making blood rush there uncontrollably.

“I’ll make reservations. My driver will pick you up at seven next Saturday.” He decided to take the decision away from her.

Hilary’s tongue darted out and ran across her painted red lips. He watched as her pupils dilated at his alpha tone, showing him that he made the right call. Hilary was the type of woman that was always in control. From her response to his demand, giving up some of that control seemed to be exactly what she wanted.

“See you at seven. Make it a dark restaurant,” Hilary whispered, getting up slowly allowing Thomas a perfect view down her dress.

“Done.”

Hilary smiled at him, flashing her perfect white teeth before turning and walking out of his office, her ass swaying the whole way. Thomas knew that because he watched it until it was out of sight.

***

Melissa pulled off her lab coat and hopped up on the examination table. Bruce had his back to her as he got everything ready. This would be the second round of the seven injections, and she was apprehensive about the reaction she was going to have. She let her gaze land on his taunt ass before turning bright red. The hormones were doing their job. In just the short week she had been taking the injections, her s*x drive had doubled. She found herself checking out males constantly, something she was impervious to before.

Her mom worked hard to keep a house over their head and food on the table. Melissa saw what her dad did to their family and the brunt her mom experienced when he left them. Melissa didn’t have a good male role model growing up. It had been just her and her mom. When she went to college, she threw herself into studying, wanting to make every house her mother cleaned so she could raise her worth it. Medical school turned her into a zombie as she ran off little sleep trying to cram everything she possible could into her over-worked brain. The hectic nature of her life didn’t change after her internship, thanks to her discovery of shifters and her stint in the institution to get her head back on straight. As soon as she got out of the institution, she learned everything she could about the shifter community, basically taking medical school over again. And the topper of everything was her mom’s cancer diagnosis.

She had a couple of boyfriends, but most of them didn’t hang around long enough. Her busy schedule didn’t leave much time for them, and they normally faded away. Nathaniel was the only one to stick around, and that was only because he convinced her to give him more of her time than she really could. He could have ruined everything she worked so hard for. Thankfully, she pulled her head out of the clouds before she allowed him to kill her dreams. She started studying fertility and after the deer incident, she pushed herself to research everything she could about shifter reproduction. Now she was actually able to test the theory on herself.

With that as her life resume, Melissa felt her lack of awareness in the opposite s*x was reasonable. Thanks to the hormones she pushed inside of her body daily, she was on light speed to squeeze in all she’d missed. Speaking of squeezing, Bruce had to have the most squeezable butt she ever seen. Her mouth watered as she continued to stare at his ass and the way it filled out his slacks. She’d noticed him before, but now she was really noticing him. It was almost too much for her, her hormones were way ahead of her brain and it was making everything fuzzy.

“Melissa?” Bruce turned around his forehead scrunched with concern.

Melissa’s eyes flew up to meet his face hoping he hadn’t seen her scoping out his goods. “I’m sorry what?” she asked as her body heated with embarrassment.

“I asked if you experienced any other symptoms this week with your injections.”

“Not many from what you saw the last time. I have gotten to a point of only vomiting once after the injections, but I’m not as tired after. I still get really tired upon injection, but it’s only lasting an hour or two the last couple of times. I’ve been having some trouble falling asleep, but other than that, nothing else to report.” Melissa dropped her gaze to her lap.

As a colleague and doctor, Melissa shouldn’t have been embarrassed to admit her over-active s*xual thoughts to Bruce. He was assisting her in what was technically her first human trial on the research she had dedicated her life to. Every symptom and side effect should be meticulously documented as medical proof that would later be turned into a medical paper. Knowing all of this, Melissa wasn’t able to form the words ‘I’ve been super horny lately’ to Bruce. She vowed she would document her symptoms in the data sheet she was keeping. Using medical terminology of course. She was a professional after all.

“I want to try anti-nausea medicine before we do the injections,” Bruce said, pulling out a prescription bottle.

“Already ahead of you. I took some earlier. It should be fully in my system.”

“Smart and beautiful,” Bruce said as Melissa pushed down her pants.

She blushed at his comment, his tight ass flashing through her brain.

“When I’m on my knees vomiting my lunch, I won’t seem as smart or as beautiful,” she joked as Bruce swiped her skin with the alcohol swab.