Page 15 of Bear with Me

“I don’t want to wake up and find this is all a dream.”

“This?”

“You,” she admitted. “Waking up to find you hate me again just might break me.”

“Jemma.”

He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her. She broke his heart. Had she really thought he felt that way?

“You make me feel a lot of emotions, but hate has never been one of them.”

“Don’t let me wake up alone, Brock,” she whispered. “I’m so tired of being alone.”

“Never again,” he promised, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to his bed. He tossed back the covers and put her on the mattress, throwing the wet towel back toward the bathroom door before covering her up.

He turned, grabbing some shorts from his dresser and pulling them on before he saw the tray on top of it. Sandwiches, chips, and several bottles of water and a note from Jensen.

Make sure she eats.

Leave it to Jensen. Brock carried the tray to the bed and joined her. He owed his brother. All of his brothers. For helping him open his eyes to the miracle lying in his bed, eyelids already drooping shut.

“You need to eat before you go to sleep, Jemma.”

She nodded, eating absentmindedly, more by rote than anything else. She was fiery, with a quick temper, a woman who kept him on his toes, one who fired and fed his own temper. This muted version of her was hard to take. He’d do anything needed to get the real Jemma back. Whatever had happened to her during the attack, whether it was the poison or the drugs or something else, it was breaking her, and he didn’t fucking like it one bit.

When he glanced back at her, she was already out. He eased the plate from her lap and took the empty bottle from her hand. She made a soft sound but didn’t move otherwise. He finished the food and put aside everything before turning off the lights, shucking the clothes he’d pulled on and slipping into bed with her. He tugged her close, needing to feel her body against his. As if she agreed, she rolled into him, one leg going over his thighs, arm thrown over his stomach as she nuzzled her face against his chest. He cupped her ass, urging her even closer, moving her higher until that nose rubbed his throat. He should feel guilty for wanting her to mark him with her scent while she was asleep and unaware. He didn’t. She might not realize it, but now that he had her in his bed, she was never sleeping alone again.

Chapter Seven

Jemma woke to a growl from the man beside her. It took her a moment to realize it wasn’t aimed at her. She was flush against him, skin to skin, his palm cupping her ass beneath the covers as the door to his bedroom pushed open.

“Declan’s ten minutes out,” Matheus said. “Laramie wants all of us up and ready when they get here with Lawrence.”

She did her best to hide her face in Brock’s throat. It wasn’t that she was embarrassed at being caught in his bed. Nothing had happened between them. Not yet. Though his fingertips were entirely too close to where she shouldn’t want them, and his hard thigh provided firm pressure against her clit. If she could just get a little friction, she’d be able to start her morning with a much-needed orgasm.

“Morning, Jemma,” Matheus said with a chuckle as she groaned and wiggled against Brock. He growled as her hip brushed his hard cock, and she barely bit off another groan. “You should join us, if you’re feeling up to it.”

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled against Brock’s throat, doing her best to remain still instead of reaching down to wrap her fingers around his swollen length. She’d wanted to get her hands on Brock for too long not to do something. She wiggled again, moving just enough to rub against him. His hand tightened on her ass in warning.

“We’ll be up soon,” he barked out, but she kept her head buried until she heard the door shut behind Matheus. Then she wiggled again, gasping as she found herself flipped onto her back with Brock looming over her.

“I’d like nothing more than to spread you out and eat you for breakfast before fucking us both into exhaustion, but I promised you I wouldn’t until you begged me. Despite how wet you are, I don’t think you’re ready to do that just yet.” He pressed his thigh tighter against her folds, and she flushed, knowing he could feel exactly how needy she was for him. “Plus, I told you we’d say our vows first.”

He dropped his mouth to hers, licking her bottom lip before nipping it and slipping his tongue inside. That hard thigh rubbed against her, applying some much-needed friction but not enough to get her off.

“How hot will you burn before you ask me to be your mate?” he whispered as he pulled away from her.

This time, when he stood, he did nothing to hide his erection from her gaze. In fact, he let her get a good look before moving to his dresser and pulling out clothes. When he’d tugged on his jeans, he bent and tossed her a bag.

“Your clothes. Jensen dropped them off last night while we were in the shower.”

She nodded then slid from the bed. She heard the growl rumble in his chest and made a point of stretching, arching her back and thrusting her breasts toward him. She wasn’t prepared for how quickly he moved, the way he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her into his waiting mouth. His tongue and teeth and lips worked her nipple before sucking more of her into his mouth.

“Brock.”

He broke away with a flick of his tongue.

“Vows, Jemma. Then we can take care of this need between us.” He grabbed a shirt and his shoes then opened the door. “I’ll meet you upstairs.” He let his gaze sweep over her again before adjusting himself in his jeans then leaving the room.

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