Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Mabel
“Thank you so much, Momma Bear.” Bethany smiles at Thorne’s mother before taking a sip of her iced tea.
“You’re welcome, sweetpea.”
We’ve been here for the last hour, watching Thorne wash each car. There’s a line of black SUVs and trucks stretching all the way down Clay’s driveway, and I’m not sure who owns all these vehicles. I’m betting my mate’s brothers decided to volunteer his car washing services to every single person in town.
Every now and then, Momma Bear comes out to bring us drinks or snacks, but she doesn’t stay to watch the action happening in the driveway. I figure seeing her oldest boy wearing a pink and white polka dot bikini is more than she can handle. Papa Bear greeted all of us when we arrived then went down to stand next to Clay and Wilder in the yard. He seems to take great pleasure in watching his sons torture each other.
“My boys definitely love to give each other hell.” Momma Bear sighs as her husband calls for her to come and help him. “Men are so helpless. I’ll be right back,” she tells us and rushes down the deck stairs to talk to her husband.
“I can’t believe Thorne agreed to wear that.” Bethany snorts and reaches for a tea cake.
“I don’t know.” I glance up at my sister. “I think he looks pretty hot with the pink and white polka dot bikini stretched across his muscular chest.”
Cora makes a gagging noise while Bethany shakes her head. “You really are head over heels for the bear shifter.”
“I thought we’d already established that.” I shrug and turn back to watch Thorne rinse off Clay’s humongous black SUV. When my mate nonchalantly sprays his youngest brother with the hose, the third fight of the day breaks out.
Wilder and Clay have been tripping over each other, taking pictures of their older brother in a bikini top and blue jeans. I’m proud of the way Bossy Bear handles the situation. Each time one of the brothers steps close, he stops and strikes a pose for them, which royally ticks them off.
“I’m not going to lie.” Cora blows out her breath. “Wet, muscular men, rolling around on the ground, trying to punch each other’s lights out definitely revs my engine.”
“You’re just happy to see Wilder get his ass kicked.” Bethany looks over at me and raises her eyebrows as a silent message passes between us. We know something happened between Cora and Wilder, but my youngest sister refuses to tell us what.
“That’s true, too.” Cora holds up her lemonade glass. “To watching the Bearly Brothers act like idiots.” Oof. Thorne reassured me that shifter matings can be difficult, but the universe doesn’t make mistakes when it chooses eternal mates. I only hope my Bossy Bear is right.
Cora stands at the railing and points to the SUV. “I think you missed a spot on the left side.” I shake my head as she takes out her anger on Thorne.
Wilder roars, “Fuck no,” before storming over to us. “I can show my brother what he’s missing.” When he growls at my sister, I wince, waiting for the fallout. “I don’t need your help, princess.” Oh, man. The fur is about to fly.
Luckily, Thorne rushes over to step between the two combatants before Cora can get her hands on Wilder. “Why don’t we go to our separate corners for a little breather?” He tells his youngest brother. After Wilder storms off grumbling under his breath, Bossy Bear turns to wink at me. “I’m almost done. I’m looking forward to that back rub you promised me.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and Cora repeats her gagging sound while Bethany growls something about neutering all bear shifters.
My mate is so freaking cruel. He knows I never promised him a back rub, but I’m pretty sure he’s playing up our mating to torture his brothers while they take their sweet time making moves on my sisters.
Later that night, I step out of the bathroom to find Thorne stretched across the bed, completely bare naked. “I love your new tan line.” I trace the slightly lighter patch of skin on his muscular chest. Only my handsome bear shifter could pull off such a thing without looking silly.
“It’s definitely a look.” Thorne glances down and smirks. “I might keep the bikini top and wear it every now and then to keep the tan thing going.”
“Uh.” I drop my robe and kneel over his body. “Can we discuss this later? I remember promising you a back massage and thought you might be ready to collect it.”
“I’m not too sure I want to turn around and miss this.” Thorne reaches up and lightly grasps both of my boobs and runs his thumbs over my extra sensitive nipples. “There’s no way I want to miss this,” he growls and leans up to close his lips over one of my nipples. When his sharp teeth nip it gently, I feel wetness dripping from my center.