Page 7 of His Bear Bombshell

I picked him up around ten in the morning, blushing my way through his mother’s amusement and his dad’s stern stare, and we climbed into my beaten-up old truck and set off towards a nearby town. Our town was a mite too small to enjoy a real date, but an hour’s drive saw us pull into a bustling main street with at least twice the offerings of Shifters Sanctuary. It even had a tiny movie theatre. It was one screen only, but that didn’t bother either of us.

We chatted and flirted during the drive there. It was nice to see Tim loosening up a bit, even though he still blushed and got self-conscious and coy with me. I hoped he’d never really stop doing that. It was adorable.

He was adorable.

“Is it sad that I haven’t been to an actual movie in years?” he asked as we climbed out of the truck and meandered onto the sidewalk.

I reached for his hand and, predictably, his cheeks turned pink as he slid his much smaller palm against mine. We probably looked ridiculous together with how petite he was against my bulk, especially when I towered over him like I did, but I liked it. He was my sweet little fox, and my inner bear enjoyed being so much larger.

“I haven’t been in years, either,” I admitted, strolling towards the small ticket stand in front of the tiny lobby.

The building itself was sandwiched between two others, giving it a real old-world, small-town kind of vibe. Which, considering we were in the middle of Bumfuck, Iowa, wasn’t far off the mark.

There was a gaggle of teenagers milling about the lobby, which made sense because we were seeing the matinee screening of the latest superhero flick, but they paid us no mind after we collected our tickets and headed towards the concession stand. The enticing scent of fresh, buttery popcorn called to me and made my stomach rumble, earning a bubble of laughter from my date.

“I have missed this smell, though,” he sniffed the air. “Nothing beats it.”

His sweet omega scent, paired with his bright fox shifter scent, certainly outranked popcorn in my head, but I wasn’t ready to start saying sappy shit like that just yet. At least, not on our first date.

“The smell is so much nicer than the experience of eating it, though. Not that that ever stops me,” I rubbed my belly pointedly, making him giggle again.

We held hands through the movie, then ate a late lunch at a nearby burger joint. I was amused to see him practically inhale the burger and fries he’d ordered.

“Flu finally fading?” I asked, and he nodded, slumping back against the vinyl of the booth seat with a happy little sigh.

“Yeah, thankfully. And today I’m starving. It’s like my body has realized it can have food again and is overcompensating.”

“Well, I’m just glad you’re feelin’ better. I’m happy to feed you whenever and whatever you’d like.” My alpha agreed wholeheartedly, taking a sense of pride in being able to provide for his omega.

And ugh. How many times did I have to try and explain to my inner beast that Tim wasn’t ours?

Unaware of my thoughts, Tim’s cheeks turned rosy. He dipped his chin. “I like that,” he said shyly. “Today has been fun.”

I preened. I’d never really been much of a dater before; my history was more casual hookups. But Tim was different. Special. He deserved to be wooed and romanced. “It has,” I agreed. “Does that mean I can take you out again?”

His blinding smile warmed my insides. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Unable to help myself, I leaned over the tiny metal table, careful not to knock our drinks over or get food on my shirt. “Can I kiss you?” I asked gently, not wanting to spook him, while my alpha demanded that I make my move and claim his lips with my own.

Even the tips of his ears turned pink, but he nodded, breathing, “Please,” into the scant space between us.

I pressed my lips to his softly, feeling everything inside me light up with pleasure and a mild sense of déjà vu. My bear roared his approval, the overwhelming ‘rightness’ of this moment flooding me with endorphins.

It wasn’t even a sensual kiss, nor was it particularly drawn-out. It was short and sweet, just a tender brush of skin on skin, the slightest of tastes of his mouth on mine.

Timmy sighed and melted into it, making me regret pulling back and sitting back down in my seat.

“Wow,” he said, looking dazed.

I grinned, my heart racing as if we’d just made out fiercely. “Yeah,” I agreed.

His expression turned coy, his blush starting to fade as a spark of newfound confidence seemed to take hold, making him playful. “You’re definitely taking me out again.”

If my alpha had his way, I’d never let my cute little fox go.

During our drive home after our first date —having parked down the street from Tim’s house and made out like teenagers for a few minutes, turning the sparks from that first sweet kiss into something much more like a blazing fire— he quietly told me he was a virgin. I’d suspected as much, but it wasn’t difficult to assure him we had all the time in the world. My alpha wanted him, but even he was content to wait until the time was right. We were in agreement that Tim would set the pace, even if having him in my arms ignited a whole lot of sexy fantasies. But he was special, and I wanted him to understand how much I respected him and his body.

That wasn’t to say we didn’t push boundaries during our dates, though. Our make-out sessions were hot and heavy, oftentimes leading to Tim straddling my lap as we kissed, rubbing our cocks together through our jeans until one or both of us came. As weeks went by, he became increasingly insatiable, but he still wasn’t ready to do more than frot, and I wasn’t ever going to push him.