Page 30 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 3
Chapter 18
Trinity
Weeks Later…
With one spinning heel kick,I landed my booted foot squarely in the center of Grant’s chest.
“Shit,” he hissed as his tightly muscled arms flapped around like a bird before his ass slammed onto the snow-covered grass.
Standing over him, I taunted, “Boom. Big tree fall hard.”
“That was a lucky shot,” he grouched, waving away my offered hand before jumping nimbly to his feet. Rubbing his chest, he winced.
Snickering, I pinched his cheek. He swatted me away.
“Come on. Don’t be such a sore loser. Just be proud of how well you taught me to kick your ass,” I crowed.
Backing away from him, I raced over to Kyle and Kristine, slapping them high fives while singing, “Another bear bites the dust.”
Grant and I had been sparring for hours, and I was extra pumped from my cheering squad—Kyle and Kristine, Fergus’s cousin and aunt.
“What the hell are you celebrating for?” Grant grumbled, standing with his arms akimbo. “My grandmother hits harder, and she’s a hundred and five.” He beckoned me forward with one finger. “Come on, baby girl. One more round. You know I like it rough.”
I rolled my eyes. “You need serious help, Kinky Bear.” I grabbed my bottle of water from the snow. “I’m taking a break. It’ll give you enough time to pick up your shattered pride.” I guzzled the water, eyeing him.
“Whatever.” He walked up to me, playfully pulling my ponytail. “I can’t wait for Fergus to get back. You have way too much pent-up sexual aggression. He’ll fuck it right out of you.”
I scrunched up my nose. “Asshole.”
He quickly kissed my cheek. “Love you too, baby girl.”
“Love you too,” I mumbled, trying not to get all teary-eyed from the affectionate nickname.
Grant and I had grown close over these last few weeks. He’d become the annoying big brother I’d never had, and I was the bratty little sister he loved and protected fiercely.
Family. Damn, I’m one lucky chick.
“I’m sorry. I was a bit rough.” I cleared my throat. “I’ve been a little out of sorts lately,” I acknowledged.
He arched a brow. “A little?” He snorted.
I sighed. “Okay, a lot.”
I was restless—and downright horny since they had called Fergus away to an emergency Shifter Council meeting to discuss Price’s and his pack’s misdeeds. Cutter had gone with him, and Grant stayed behind to ensure my protection.
Even though Fergus called me nightly, the hot phone sex hadn’t quelled my consuming need to be taken by him in every wicked position possible.
Kristine swayed over to me, wrapping an arm around me. “Grant, cut her some slack. She’s just stressed that Fergus hasn’t marked her yet.” She clucked her tongue.
“And Fergus… poor thing must be grumpy as hell. His inner bear is probably raising Cain over not claiming you yet. Our beasts are primal. If they’re not happy, it wreaks havoc on our human side. You’re experiencing the effects.”
She eyed me like a specimen under a microscope. “I’ve just never heard of this happening to a hybrid though. Anyway, it will disappear when Fergus claims you. And speaking of claiming, I’ve got to go into town to meet with the florist and caterer.” She smiled at me. “You want to come with me?”
“Uh, no.” I darted my eyes away nervously and then brought them back to her. “I’m sweaty. I’d have to take a shower, get dressed, put on makeup. You know it would take me forever.” I hoped it was enough to dissuade her from pushing the issue.
I loved her, but she was driving me crazy with her elaborate planning for Fergus’s and my mating ceremony—the equivalent of a celebrity wedding. What had started out as an intimate event was turning into a big extravaganza, with invitations being sent out to the who’s who of the bear-shifter world.
She pinched my cheek. “All right, but I’m not letting you out of your ceremony dress fitting next week. It took too much wrangling just to get an appointment with the designer.” She pulled me in for a big hug.
