Page 36 of Bearly Mated

I laughed. “No wonder most of you guys are afraid of commitment. That’s a lot of sex.”

“No kidding.” He kissed me again. “But I do have a proposition for you.”

“Oh, really?” My voice was playful.

“A new idea, actually. One we haven’t tried.”

“I’m listening.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear as he whispered, “You let me fuck you from behind.”

Heat rolled through my body. “We haven’t tried that yet?”

“No. I’ve been worried I’ll be too big for you.”

“When has that ever been a problem?”

“Never, actually. Which is why I’m proposing it.”

I smiled. “I’m not against it. When we get home, we can?—”

“Oh, no. The offer only stands right here. Right now. Against that rock.” He gestured to a misshapen boulder that looked fairly smooth.

“You’re insane,” I said, though my body was still warming.

“It’s the mate thing. I’m blaming that.” His hands slipped beneath my shirt, stroking up over my abdomen before finding my breasts.

When he teased my nipples over my bra, I sucked in a breath. They’d been sensitive the last few days, and he was taking advantage of that every chance he got.

“I can smell you getting wet for me,” he murmured into my ear.

“We’re at Makeout Point,” I protested, as he slid his hands around my back and unbuckled my bra. “Anyone could come up here.”

“It’s the middle of a school day. The teenagers are busy. We’ll be fine.” He slipped his hands back to my front, pushing the bra aside so he could grab my bare breasts.

My hips rocked, and he pinched my nipples, making me swear.

“It’s a long drive back,” he said. “You want to wait until we were home?”

It was only twenty minutes, but I wasn’t used to waiting. He never made me wait.

I groaned. “I can’t believe I’m considering this.”

“It could be the best sex of your life.”

“It’salwaysthe best sex of my life.”

He pinched my nipples again. “You’re right. Let’s get back in the truck. I’ll screw you when we get home.”

“You’re trying to use reverse psychology on me. It’s not going to work,” I warned.

But I was already picturing myself bent over that boulder, while he drove into me from behind.

“I would never.” He kissed the side of my throat, releasing my breasts and grabbing the ring box on the ground. “Want to see it?”

“Of course.”

He opened it, and I sighed.

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