Page 21 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 2
Then I passed out.
Chapter 18
Trinity
I was in pain,lots of it. I felt a tugging at my shoulder, and I winced. The wince turned into a groan as I tried to move away from the throbbing. Hands held me down as something sharp stabbed into me, and I nearly shot off the ground.
“Easy, Trinity, we’re just stitching up the wound.”
I knew that voice.Fergus. I focused only on it while my shoulder was being stitched up. The pain was still present, but his voice lessened it.
Finally, it was over.
“Take a deep breath, darling,” Fergus commanded.
I opened my eyes and glanced up to see another gorgeous man, one with stark-white hair and caramel skin, bandaging my shoulder. A third, a burly, rugged guy with tousled dark curls, paced nearby, tossing a knife up and down as he watched the surrounding trees.
I reached up for Fergus’s hand, still resting on my shoulder. “Thank you… all of you,” I whispered.
The man bandaging me smirked as the other stopped his pacing and winked. “Sweetness, a kiss from you would be reward enough.” He gave me a clown-wide smile.
I laughed. “Nice try, but that shit ain’t happening.”
Fergus growled at him.
The clown-wide smiler held up his hands. “Come on, bro. I can’t help myself. She’s fucking gorgeous.”
I winked at him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
I wasn’t kidding. With his sheer hotness and a set of piercing green eyes, he looked like he’d just walked off a fashion shoot. Still, I preferred the dark, broody, delicious Fergus.
He made loud kissing sounds as he puckered his gorgeous, chiseled lips.
My lips curved up at the edges. “But it’s still a hard pass on the kiss, clown boy.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing. I’ve been told by the ladies that my kisses curl toes.”
I rolled my eyes. “I bet they do.”
He laughed while stalking away from us, heading toward the forest.
“Don’t mind him. He’s not much older than a cub,” Fergus snapped.
“Heard that!” he shouted before disappearing into the thicket.
I smiled, already relaxing from the funny banter. “Who are you people?”
“The man patching you up is Grant, and the loudmouth is Cutter,” Fergus told me. “They were watching you when you were attacked, and they’re the other part of my special ops team.”
“Thank God for that,” I whispered. “So, um… I guess you get to say ‘I told you so.’” It was totally an ass move to stomp away from him like that when he’d only been trying to protect me.
“Why would I do that?” Fergus asked.
Grant wiped a harsh-smelling liquid across the stitches. “You can move her now.”
Fergus carefully propped me up before wrapping an arm around my waist, and then he scooted me onto his lap as he moved to sit on the log.
I stiffened slightly and then relaxed. His lap was way more comfortable than sitting on a hard log. Besides, his warm body pressed against my back and legs loosened the stiffness in my muscles.
