Page 38 of Hunny and the Bear

“I’ll always be okay when I’m with you, Henry,” she murmured, breathing him in.

And she meant every word.

Tank stood then, cradling her close as he walked into the bathroom. “Come on. I want you to take a nice bath and relax.” Setting her on her feet, he moved to the bathroom cabinet, opening a door under the sink. “You haven’t tried that bubble bath shit since we got it the other day.”

Hunny’s lips twitched as she watched him bend over at the waist, opening several plastic bags inside the cabinet to rustle through each one. “They’re bath bombs, Henry.”

He paused. “No bubbles?”

“No, but they smell good and make the water look pretty.” And then, with his touch still warm on her body, Hunny decided to test her new theory, just to see if she was being crazy. “They also make my skin feel really smooth, too.”

The rustling noises stopped and his shoulders stiffened. “Oh?”

“Mmhm. Sometimes, after a nice long bath, I just can’t help but touch myself. If you want, when you come back, I’ll let you touch—”

Tank stood so quickly, his head slammed into the edge of the bathroom counter with a loud thunk. He bit out a sharp curse, spinning around and wincing.

“Holy shit, are you alright?!” Hunny exclaimed, forgetting all about her theory as she rushed forward and grabbed the sides of his face. Worried, she jerked his head down, inadvertently burying his face against her boobs so she could look at the top of his head. Sliding her fingers through his unruly hair, she sighed in relief—no sign of a lump or a cut. “I don’t see any blood.”

“What were you saying?” Tank asked, his voice muffled by her shirt. His breath was warm, seeping through the material. Her nipples hardened in response, and her core heated as desire flared to life.

“You’re not bleeding,” she murmured, fighting every urge she had to rub herself against him.

“No, before that.”

Her brow furrowed, and then her eyes widened in realization, her heart kicking into overdrive as it pounded against her sternum. Grabbing a handful of Tank’s hair, she pulled his head back to look at him. “I said that when you come back, you can touch my arms, if you want to see how soft they feel.”

His eyes flashed with an indecipherable emotion, and then he stood to his full height. “Oh. Right. Your arms.” He cleared his throat, taking a step back. And then she smelled it in the air; the barest trace of Tank’s musk, dark spices, andarousal.

Oh.

My.

God.

“I’ll be back soon,” Tank promised gutturally, rushing from the bathroom before she could say anything.

He left her standing there; bewildered by the knowledge that he was attracted to her and wondering just what she planned to do about it.

Fifteen

Tank waited for Murphy and the others outside, his dick hard as a rock and easily noticeable in his sweatpants. Luckily, no one but Jasper was present just yet, and his younger brother was still in bear form, meaning he couldn’t make any sly comments to Tank’s face if he did notice his state of distress. Not yet, anyway.

Like distress is even the right word, Tank thought angrily. He wasn’t distressed. He was horny as fuck.

Running a hand down his face, he groaned quietly into his palm, his cock aching as much as his damned head as he recalled the words Hunny had whispered seductively to him only minutes ago, conjuring up all sorts of wicked images.

Mostly, those images involved hands roaming over her naked body. But it wasn’t justherhands; he’d envisioned his own caressing every inch of her silken skin. Touching her sensually as she moaned his name, her delicate flesh soft and perfect under his calloused palms.

He shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut. He needed to push those thoughts away, to concentrate on the task at hand; finding the wolf that posed a threat to his little rabbit and wiping it out.

Immediately, his head cleared, his erection dying down a few seconds later. Although Tank was glad Hunny was fine, he was furious with himself that he hadn’t caught the wolf responsible, and anxious about what the entire ordeal meant. Something didn’t sit well with him, and his instincts were screaming at him that something was wrong.

The sound of an engine and the crunch of rubber on gravel had Tank’s eyes snapping open. He spotted Murphy’s large luxury SUV as it pulled to a stop. His oldest brother was in the driver’s seat, and a few other bear shifters were crammed into the rest of the vehicle. Colter, who was sitting in the front seat, was a fellow enforcer—bear shifters that acted as security for the clan, enforcing the rules that Murphy set.

Another male that he spotted toward the back, Zeke, was simply a dominant shifter. Two more males were also in the backseat, but he couldn’t make out their features enough to identify them.

Murphy turned the SUV off and hopped from the vehicle, nodding at Jasper, who lounged on the porch beside the front door. Then the Alpha’s attention shifted back to Tank. “You ready?”

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