Page 6 of Bearly Sassy

Now this was the kind of conversation he could dig dipper into. He sat up in bed a little straighter, which also brought him further into her personal bubble from where she was sitting on his bed. It was hotter than hell in that office so he let the blanket fall around his waist.

“Are they not accepting of our kind?”

He noticed her eyes had trouble staying focused on his. That was a good sign.

“Well, I can’t really say one way or the other about that. There are some people that know about me but I don’t really publish it around town. I try extremely hard to keep my bear under control but sometimes my strength shows its ugly head. It’s one of the reasons I didn’t really need a bouncer, but not having to focus on what the drinking crowd is doing 24/7 makes doing the other parts of my job go a lot more smoothly.”

“So, is there anywhere around here that might be safe to let off a little steam? A small patch of trees or someone’s woods that aren’t guarded by no trespassing signs and rifles would be ideal.”

“There might be a place outside of town that I could take you to. I know the owners and they know who, or I guess I should say, what I am. It’s an older couple and occasionally I bake a few pies for them in exchange for them letting me ‘hunt’ on their property. It’s been a while since I was there last and I don’t catch any animals, I just go out to run and play around.”

The more she talked to him, the more comfortable and relaxed her body became. She started to slouch a little, leaning in closer to him. A couple times, he caught her eyes drifting toward his chest and he fought not to smile because if she knew she’d been caught, she would retreat.

Her eyes were also getting a bit more fatigued. Damon fought the urge to kiss her. He didn’t want to look like a tool by making a move on her right after she’d given him a job, food, and a place to stay but the more he laid eyes on her, the more of a connection he felt. It had been a long time since he’d run into a female of his own kind. While he was roaming around the bar after dinner, making his presence known to the patrons, he couldn’t help but watch her. She had a serious presence that anyone should take serious, and most of the people didn’t know she was a grizzly.

A few strands of hair fell from behind her ear and he reached out to move it without even thinking. The skin on the side of her cheek was silky smooth and his touch elicited visible goose bumps. He couldn’t move his hands away as he fingered along the side of her long-tanned neck and dug into the locks on the back of her neck. With her hair for leverage Damon angled her head back to reveal a very lick-able neck.

When his lips made contact, he felt a vibrating growl ripple in her throat. He trailed his way to her mouth, where her lips were waiting, luscious and sweet and she kissed him with a depth he’d never felt before.

When her hands touched the bare skin on his chest he wanted to growl out loud for everyone to hear. He threw the blanket to the floor and pulled her closer, searching for the bottom of her shirt. She grabbed his hands and pushed them away and while looking intensely into his eyes, she removed her shirt slowly over her head revealing sexy black lace.

She raised herself above him and worked the jeans off her legs and settled above him, straddling his thighs. When she worked his boxers off his hips she adjusted herself for a ride that was sure to last through the night.

Three

Mack woke in a fog, eyes squinted at the light shining in through the open window in her bedroom. She was nowhere near feeling rested and when she stretched to look at the clock on her bedside table, her muscles protested.

For a split second, she was confused but then had a rush of warmth when she remembered just how many positions she’d experienced during the course of the night that would make her muscles hurt.

She’d done it again. Not only was she invading space she’d promised to her brand-new bar bouncer, she had gone and slept with the man she was trusting with security for her bar. It wasn’t just a bar, it was her business and her life. Shewasthe bar essentially and again, she knew nothing about him.

“What in the hell is wrong with me?”

“Are you okay?”

A voice echoed from somewhere in her apartment.

Holy shit, he’s still here?

Mack threw the covers from her bed to find that she was completely naked. She searched the floor for something to throw on before he appeared at the bedroom door.

When she walked out toward the kitchen, she smelled food. Really yummy food. Bacon and eggs to be exact, oh and her beloved coffee brewing.

“Hey there, hope you don’t mind I cooked.”

She looked on in surprise. There was a man standing in her kitchen. A really good looking man wearing only jeans. Who would have thought that seeing a man’s bare feet standing in front of her stove would turn her on? She’s got to be losing it.

“Uh no, it’s fine.”

He held out a steaming cup toward her.

“Yes, I need that.”

She took her first sip and closed her eyes to saver the feel of the caffeine infecting her body. When she sat at her tiny two-top table, she was at a loss for words. One night stands weren’t her thing and usually there was no one to face the next morning but not only did she need to face him, they would be working together for the near future. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’dbeenwith a guy. Growling during sex wasn’t really the type of thing that normal guys dealt with.

Apparently, he wasn’t going to let her avoid the elephant in the room however. He sat two plates of food down on the table and sat in the chair across from hers. By the look on his face, he wasn’t bothered by anything that she was dealing with in her own head.

“So…”

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