Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Wilder instantly perks up. “Maybe you could come to my house and help me take care of them?”
“Pussy,” Clay whispers under his breath, and I have a hard time controlling my laughter.
“I had no idea how much those damn things would hurt. I’m not sure I can even walk.” Wilder really puts on an act for Cora.
“Poor baby.” Clay shakes his head. “Do you need your big brother to carry you to the car?” Cora and I both laugh at the silly expression on his handsome face.
“Hell yes,” Wilder insists. My mate mutters under his breath the entire time he carries his brother out to the truck.
After Clay carries Wilder out to his truck, Cora and I follow them to Clay’s house. I’m excited at the prospect of spending the night at Clay’s house without having to explain it to my sisters, but I still worry about Cora.
“Are you sure about this?” I need to know she isn’t having second thoughts. “Wilder won’t be too happy if you’re just messing around with him.”
“I’m not messing around,” Cora insists. “But I’m not about to let him walk all over me. I’m planning to make him work for it.” It does my heart good knowing Cora is going to give the youngest Bearly brother hell.
“You go, girl,” I tell her as we follow the black truck down a long, tree-lined driveaway. When we pull up outside a gorgeous two-story log cabin, I gasp. “Wow. He has a beautiful home.”
“I know.” Cora turns to look at me. “Wish me luck.”
“Give him hell,” I respond and watch my mate help his brother from the large black truck. I get a brief glance around the masculine home that reminds me a lot of Clay’s home while Lucky Bear helps Fozzie get settled on the sofa. What can I say? We gave the Bearly brothers the perfect nicknames. At some point, Thorne’s original nickname, Fuzzy Wuzzy, was changed to Bossy Bear because he loves to boss everyone around. We left Wilder’s nickname Fozzie since it totally fits him, and I had to change Clay’s to Lucky Bear since my mate is the luckiest bear shifter ever.
The next morning, Clay takes me out on the patio that runs along the entire back side of his house and surrounds a huge inground pool. “I’ve been wanting to show you something, but shit keeps getting in the way,” he tells me, and my inner hussy wakes up.
“Okay.” I’d agree to anything right now.
“Sit there.” Clay leads me to one of the double pool chairs. “And watch.” My mouth drops open as he drags his gray sweatpants down his legs. I squirm in the hard chair, wondering what he’s up to.
Once he’s completely naked, my mate winks at me before his body twists unnaturally. His human frame disappears, and a massive chocolate-brown grizzly bear appears. Oh, man. He’s freaking humongous and absolutely gorgeous.
“Wow,” I mutter and stand to walk over to him. Swallowing, I step close and run my fingers through his thick fur. Clay purrs loudly and leans his massive head against my shoulder. When he bends down to look over his shoulder and huff, I instinctively know he wants me to climb on his back. I take a deep breath and force my fear to the back of my mind.
It takes me two tries to throw my short leg over his freaking wide back, but I finally get settled and hold on while my mate gives me a ride around the back yard.
When he lets me off and stands on his back legs to change back into his human form, I sit down on the pool chair and watch the show. My naked mate reappears, and I lean back to crook my finger. “Now that you’ve got me all hot and bothered.” I let my eyes roam down his naked body and stop at his hard-as-nails cock. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Clay drops to his knees in front of me. We’ve had to take things slowly for the last couple of days while my girly parts recover. “But I have an idea of how I can help your hot and bothered situation without damaging your sweet little pussy.”
I groan as he pulls my hips to the edge of the chair. When he reaches for my shorts, I lift my hips to help my mate slip them down my legs.
I almost self-combust when Clay leans down and runs his tongue straight up my wet opening. My legs shake as he drags me into a position that gives him access to every inch of my girly parts. While his tongue drives me insane, Clay gently presses one finger deep into my core and drags it along my sensitive flesh.
Hopefully, he doesn’t have close neighbors since I’m loudly complimenting him on his abilities. My mate seems to take my praise as motivation to work harder.