Page 55 of Trusting Her Bear

“You have the courage and the skills to protect so many people. You are braver and stronger than anyone I know.”

I drop my head. “Fuck.” I rub my head. “You aren’t scared of me?” I ask, looking up.

“No,” she says.

I spread my arms wide. “It’s your choice.” I wait.

She slowly pushes the blankets off her lap and then leaps into my arms.

“Jesus, fuck.” I hold her tight to my chest, one hand threaded through her hair, the other across her back. I tilt my head and bury my face in her neck. The possibility of her turning away from me in fear was paralyzing. Her trust is humbling. I’ve never shared my experience with the jobs with anyone. We didn’t talk about it outside of the three of us. I have a hard time talking about my feelings or fears.

I’m grateful she is in my arms, choosing to trust my words.

She pulls back. “Please, don’t hide things from me. I went through hell, but that doesn’t mean I can’t handle your past.”

“I’m sorry. I let my fear of your reaction control me. It won’t happen again,” I promise, staring into her warm, understanding eyes.

“Thank you,” she says softly.

I pull on her neck, bringing her mouth to mine, her lips immediately open. I sigh into her mouth, grateful for her openness. I drop my legs, and she straddles me. My back hits the side of the door, encouraging her to tuck in tight. Her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers teasing my hair.

I ease back, pulling on her bottom lip with my teeth before diving back in. Over and over. I don’t remember a time I just kissed a woman or took so much pleasure in it. Having her safe on my lap, wrapped up in her warm, sexy body, is the most sensual experience of my life.

I ignore my phone when it rings.

Then it rings again. And again.

“Fuck,” I hiss as she ends the kiss.

“That might be important,” she says, her breath as heavy as her eyes.

“It better fucking be.” She sits back on my legs, and I pull the phone from my pocket. Kade’s name is on the screen. “What?” I answer.

“We found someone sneaking around the building.”

“Who?” I growl.

“It’s a woman. We have her in the trunk. We thought you would want to verify if what she is saying is true,” he says plainly.

“Jesus. Who did she say she was?” I ask. Steph is listening intently.

“She says she is your mate’s sister, Gabby.” I hear pounding in the background.

“My sister?” Steph screeches.

“Shit. Drive around the back so we don’t alert the whole block that you are holding someone in the truck,” I grit out.

“We’re already here,” he says. “Are we new?” he asks and hangs up.

“Your friends have my sister in the trunk?” Steph jumps out of my lap, scrambling out of the closet.

I shake my head, pushing off the floor to follow.

This is why I don’t have friends.

I hope my mate will forgive me for this, or else Kade and Cash’s heads will be removed from their body.

Chapter Twelve

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