Page 19 of Trusting Her Bear

“Are you close?” I ask, repositioning my hand on her delicate neck.

“Yes,” she cries.

“Get there, Little Cub,” I encourage. “You smell so sweet; I want to smell more of it.”

“Fuck,” she groans.

“Yeah,” I say. “Come, baby.” Her hips come off the floor, and she comes.

I don’t move, not only to let her calm down but because I’m hard as a fucking rock, and the pressure feels good.

“Umm…” She looks down and bites her lip.

“What?”

She looks anywhere but my face. “Do you…” she trails off.

“No, Little Cub,” I chuckle. “I just need a minute to calm down.”

“Are you sure? I could—”

“It pleases me to ease your heat. I will be fine.” I don’t want her to force herself to relieve me of my hard-on. I want it to come naturally, and she needs more time.

“Okay,” she whispers.

I slowly start to move away, inch by inch, holding in the groan caused by the touch of her body and the regret of leaving it.

She pushes up, her hand raking through her hair. She looks at my chest.

I am a big guy; I’m active and take care of my body. I used to work out daily with my crew—we had to be in top shape. I don’t get as much exercise now. I love her eyes on me, and I bask in my mate's pleasure. I only have a couple of tattoos: a bear claw marks over my shoulder and a bear on my back.

Her fingertips coast over the claw marks, and I close my eyes, loving the feel of her touch.

“What do these letters mean?” she asks, and my eyes snap open.

“I’ll tell you another time.” To explain, I would have to tell her the whole story, and neither of us was ready.

“Is there more on your back?” She kneels beside me, looking over my shoulder, and I willingly turn. “Wow. It’s beautiful.”

I have a snarling bear's face over the majority of my back. “I’ve never been called beautiful.”

“It’s amazing,” she says, her fingers outlining the tattoo.

“Thank you. I would love to sit here for hours and let you explore, but your touch isn’t helping me calm down.”

She jumps back, holding her hands to her chest.

“Sorry.” She smiles.

“Don’t be sorry; this will probably be the one time I will deny your touch. Prepare.” I cup the back of her neck. “Will you come to my office with me? I have a client coming soon, and I don’t want to be without you,” I tell her honestly. If it were up to me, we would never be apart.

“Of course.”

“While you shower, I’ll get breakfast ready. It’s supposed to be warm outside, so I suggest wearing something cooler. I have an hour until I have to be there, so we have time.” I ruffle her hair and leave her sitting on the closet floor, staring after me with her wide, gorgeous eyes.

I grin as I swipe my shirt off the bed. My bear, and the human that holds him, loves her attention.

Breeane did well stocking the fridge. I grab bacon, eggs, bread, and hash browns and get to work.

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