Page 81 of Hunny and the Bear

Murphy raised a brow, looking between the two of them as if truly seeing them for the first time. “I’m sorry. I should have asked how you were feeling before anything else. The kits are good? You’re all fine?”

“Yes.” Hunny sent him a small smile. Then, just to provoke him, she added, “Turns out your brother is just too good at giving my vagina a pound—”

“That’s enough of that,” Murphy cut in dryly. Grimacing, he took a step away from them. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear anything past ‘yes’ and go talk to Mom and see if Angela disclosed any information while she was collecting the body.”

Tank released his hold on Hunny as Murphy walked toward the morgue, crouching down and picking up the books that had fallen to the floor at some point during Jason’svisit.

“Fuck,” Tank grunted, stacking them before picking them up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Bent the damned cover,” he said with a put-out sigh. He sent her a pointed look. “You still think Jason doesn’t give a damn about you?”

Begrudgingly, Hunny shook her head. Then she crowded back into her mate’s space, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him close. She rubbed her nose against his chest, relaxing as his scent filled her lungs. “I think he’s a freaking psycho. I still don’t think he wants me, though, but I didn’t like the way he acted so entitled to our kits.”

Cupping the nape of her neck, Tank breathed her in. “You set him straight, darlin’, and that’s all that matters. But on the off chance he comes back and tries to play parent, I’ll do the honors of putting him in his place.”

Hunny shivered, unease piercing her chest at the thought of seeing Jason again, of him ever trying to come close to her babies again. “You promise?”

Tank chuckled darkly. “Abso-fucking-lutely, baby.”

Thirty Three

One week later …

Tank did his best to ignore Hunny as he hoisted up a long, heavy log that he’d just debarked. Keeping his gaze solely focused on the stack of debarked logs ahead of him, and not on his tempting mate wearing barely any clothes, he moved toward the half-built wall outside of his home.

Roughly a month ago, though it felt like so much longer, Jasper and Murphy had helped him cut down dozens of trees, and he was only just now building on to the cabin.

It was mostly to distract himself from the female who’d done everything in her power to entice him for the last few days. Soft touches, heated glances, blatant propositions. He felt bad for neglecting his proper duties as her male, but ever sincehe’d rushed Hunny to the clinic, he’d been afraid to touch her sexually with anything more than his mouth.

Hunny hadn’t noticed right away, mostly because he still kept waking her up each morning with his tongue buried in her cunt, starting her day with a few orgasms. But he hadn’t taken it any further than that. She hadn’t said anything to him about their lack of physical intimacy, yet, but his little mate was keen. And given the fact he found an excuse to disengage every time she initiated sex, she was bound to realize what he was doing.

To make matters worse, Jason and his little band of bitches were constantly on Tank’s mind. Every day, he expected to hear some news on the dickhead, or for him to breach bear territory and declare war. So far, though? Radio silence. Tank didn’t like it. Not at all.

Small arms wrapped around his bare stomach from behind, and Tank melted into the touch as Hunny’s delectable scent filled his nose. “You’re working so hard, you didn’t even hear my question,” she said, a small teasing note to her voice that had him instantly on high alert. Warm breath skated over his spine, and just like that, lust hit him like a battering ram.

Cock stiffening, Tank cleared his throat, determined to ignore the neglected fucker in his pants. “What’d you ask, little rabbit?”

“If you were hungry for anything.”

Tank squeezed his eyes shut, careful to keep his booted feet rooted to the ground instead of spinning around, ripping Hunny’s clothes off, and burying himself inside her.

Fuck yes, he was hungry. Starved, actually, but not for food.

His dick flexed in his jeans in agreement, brushing uncomfortably against his zipper like it was trying to break free. He didn’t blame the damned nuisance. He’d gone from stuffing it into the most perfect female any chance he could to abstaining from his mate cold turkey.

Warm, soft lips pressed against his spine, and Hunny’s fingers tightened on his abs, only enticing him more.

“You want me to make you something, darlin’?” he asked thickly, all too aware of her hands sliding over his stomach. He’d taken his shirt off a little over an hour ago, desperate to feel the cool air on his sweat-slicked skin as he worked, but now he regretted it. Hunny touching him, being so close like this, was complete torture. He didn’t know how he’d lasted this long, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could.

Ideally? The rest of her pregnancy. Realistically? Maybe two more days before he caved in some fashion. Jerking off in the shower hadn’t helped slake his lust, no matter how many times he’d done it over the past week. One look from Hunny, one brush of her fingers against him, and he was harder than steel.

The little temptress had to know what she was doing to him. Didn’t she?

“I was actually hoping I could whip you up something, Henry.” Hunny gave him another light kiss and then removed her hands from his body, stepping away from him entirely.

Surprised that she hadn’t tried for more, his eyes popped open as he turned to face his mate. “Like what?”

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