Page 12 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 1
“Exactly. That’s the problem. You need some stress relief.”
I wanted to quibble with Halle, but I really couldn’t. It had been much too long since I’d allowed a man into my body, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want to fuck Josh.
“Please just do this for me, Halle.”
Another long pause told me she was trying to figure out what was really going on with me.
“Are you in trouble?” she asked. “Because if you are, I’ll have someone fly in and get you out ASAP.”
“No, I’m fine. Just check him out for me. Maybe the agency’s background investigation missed something. Do some digging into his social life, and as soon as you get anything, call me or let the Alaska park rangers know.”
“Will do. I’ll see what I can find.”
Silence stretched across the line, and then she asked, “Trinity, are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yeah,” I chirped, trying to sound as if nothing was wrong. All the while, I felt like I was losing my fucking mind. “I’m good. Talk to you soon.”
I hung up and lay back on my sleeping bag, trying to relax. My mind kept wandering to how I’d felt while Josh was kissing me. I’d never felt like that before with any man—out of control and desperate to have him in any sexual position he wanted. But it wasn’t natural.
Is something compelling me to give Josh what he wants—me?
Besides, Josh was too polished and perfect. Normally, I steered clear of those types of men for good reason. None of them wanted forever. And I was done with one-night stands. However, I was smart enough to know there was no such thing as a white knight who would come in to save me from my loneliness.
After a few minutes, I rolled onto my stomach and buried my head under my pillow.
Sleep—that was what I needed to set my mind right.
We would stay at the campsite for a few nights, and we had little to do except explore the area around us and enjoy the wilderness. Maybe we’d do some swimming in the hot springs. It’d be ungodly cold, but that was exactly what I needed to get my libido under control. A nice icy dip could clear my head and get my heated body back to normal.
Chapter 12
Fergus
I paced back and forth,scanning the campsite. My right eye twitched as it did when I felt my emotions raging out of control.
I don’t need this shit.
I couldn’t shake the need to charge down into that camp and rip out Price’s windpipe. And it wasn’t because Price was the target. It was the thought of how he’d been so close to that woman, touching her and kissing her.
My inner bear roared.
The muscles in my shoulders bunched. I’d never felt a primal urge like this before, and it was threatening to tear me apart from the inside out if I didn’t do something about it.
Fuck.
The growling in my head started, and I snarled aloud, trying to drown it out. It didn’t calm my inner bear. It only pissed him off, making him press against my skin.
He wanted out—to fight, to mate, to claim the human.
Shit, I don’t have time for this.
I needed to focus on catching Price and returning him to the facility to pay for his crimes and to help lead us to bigger fish. That was the primary goal of this mission, and I wasn’t about to fuck it up because of some woman who had gotten herself caught in the middle of this clusterfuck. She would figure out soon enough who she was dealing with—or kissing under the moonlight. It was no concern of mine.
My bear rumbled with displeasure.
The fire at their campsite died down, and I watched from a distance as, one by one, the others in Price’s group turned in for the night, except for one. A lone figure made his way to the woman’s tent.
My body tensed, ready to strike.
