Page 57 of Hunny and the Bear

Hunny, startled, nearly dropped the bag. “G-grizzly?”

How did Nessa know he was a bear shifter?!

Nessa sent her an odd look. “Yeah. Tank’s like a big grizzly bear. Hairy, tall, growly … You never got that impression?”

“Oh!” Hunny laughed a little too loudly, the sound high-pitched and wrong. “I thought you meant—nevermind.”

Tank prowled out of the backroom, a worried look on his face. “Everything alright, darlin’? It sounded almost like a witch was cackling out here.”

Nessa coughed into her hand, smothering her own laugh as Hunny’s face heated.

“Yes! Everything is great,” Hunny told him quickly, clutching the bag tightly as she moved over to him. She gave Nessa a smile. “I’ll text you.”

As Tank led Hunny from the shop, he looked down at the bag in her hand. “What’s that?”

She blushed. “Well, I kind of have a favor to ask you, Henry.”

“Okay,” he drawled slowly, eyes moving from the bag to her face in confusion. That look only made her cheeks heat further.

“I want you to give me some of your hair!” she exclaimed in a rush like an absolute weirdo. She waved the bag around like a weapon, the heavy tools clanking around inside. “Just a trim, really. You won’t even notice I’ve cut anything off.”

His head snapped back in surprise. “What? Why do you want my hair?”

“For a nest. I keep thinking about it, and the other day when I shifted, I couldn’t build it properly. It just felt really wrong, and I realized it’s because …” She trailed off, embarrassed to even be asking him this question. Somehow, it seemed even more personal than him asking her to sit on his face.

“Because you need my hair?” he finished, keeping his lips in a straight line even though the laughter was unmistakable in his voice.

She narrowed her eyes threateningly, stopping beside the passenger side of his truck. “Are youlaughingat me, Henry Sinclair?”

“Not at all, little rabbit. I just find you adorable.”

Some of her ire eased at that, and when he gripped the back of her neck, pulling her in for a drugging kiss, she moaned, forgetting entirely why she’d grown irritated with him to begin with.

“Come on, darlin’,” Tank murmured against her lips. “Let’s get you home so you can build your nest.” Her heart fluttered, and then he narrowed his eyes. “You don’t want my pubic hair, do you?”

“What?” She sent him a horrified look. “No!”

Although—NO!

Laughing huskily, Tank opened the truck door, helping her inside.

Twenty Three

Tank felt like a fidgety cub as he sat in one of his kitchen chairs, a towel around his shoulders as Hunny finger-combed his hair for the hundredth time. Not that he minded, especially because she was so close. Her breasts pressed into his arm and her honey, vanilla and lavender scent filled his lungs, keeping him content.

If he could bottle her scent and keep it with him all the time, he would. It was like a damned drug, capable of turning even his most agitated state into one of bliss and relaxation. It also made him horny as fuck, especially now that her pregnancy was advancing. Each day that passed, her scent seemed to grow thicker, more potent in the air, and he fucking loved it.

The way it made his balls ache and his cock strain for release … Fuck, now he wanted to rip her clothes off, pull her into his lap, and—

Hunny inhaled, her fingers tightening in his hair. “What are you thinking, Henry?”

“If I tell you, little rabbit, you won’t be cutting my hair tonight. You’ll be taking my cock in every position I can think of.” And he could think ofa lot.

“That’s not fair.” Hunny leaned in, nipping his earlobe before whispering sensually, “You’re being naughty while I’m trying to concentrate. Won’t you be a good boy for me, Henry?”

Instantly, he was hard, his cock pushing uncomfortably against his zipper as he adjusted in his seat.

Hunny snorted, looking down at his lap gleefully, his erection prominent through his jeans. “Did you really just get turned on bythat? I didn’t think being called a good boy would be your thing.”

---