Page 10 of Bearly Spicy

“Are you sure about this?” I need to know she isn’t having second thoughts. “Wilder won’t be too happy if you’re just messing around with him.”

“I’m not messing around,” Cora insists. “But I’m not about to let him walk all over me. I’m planning to make him work for it.” It does my heart good knowing Cora is going to give the youngest Bearly brother hell.

“You go, girl,” I tell her as we follow the black truck down a long, tree-lined driveaway. When we pull up outside a gorgeous two-story log cabin, I gasp. “Wow. He has a beautiful home.”

“I know.” Cora turns to look at me. “Wish me luck.”

“Give him hell,” I respond and watch my mate help his brother from the large black truck. I get a brief glance around the masculine home that reminds me a lot of Clay’s home while Lucky Bear helps Fozzie get settled on the sofa. What can I say? We gave the Bearly brothers the perfect nicknames. At some point, Thorne’s original nickname, Fuzzy Wuzzy, was changed to Bossy Bear because he loves to boss everyone around. We left Wilder’s nickname Fozzie since it totally fits him, and I had to change Clay’s to Lucky Bear since my mate is the luckiest bear shifter ever.

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The next morning,Clay takes me out on the patio that runs along the entire back side of his house and surrounds a huge inground pool. “I’ve been wanting to show you something, but shit keeps getting in the way,” he tells me, and my inner hussy wakes up.

“Okay.” I’d agree to anything right now.

“Sit there.” Clay leads me to one of the double pool chairs. “And watch.” My mouth drops open as he drags his gray sweatpants down his legs. I squirm in the hard chair, wondering what he’s up to.

Once he’s completely naked, my mate winks at me before his body twists unnaturally. His human frame disappears, and a massive chocolate-brown grizzly bear appears. Oh, man. He’s freaking humongous and absolutely gorgeous.

“Wow,” I mutter and stand to walk over to him. Swallowing, I step close and run my fingers through his thick fur. Clay purrs loudly and leans his massive head against my shoulder. When he bends down to look over his shoulder and huff, I instinctively know he wants me to climb on his back. I take a deep breath and force my fear to the back of my mind.

It takes me two tries to throw my short leg over his freaking wide back, but I finally get settled and hold on while my mate gives me a ride around the back yard.

When he lets me off and stands on his back legs to change back into his human form, I sit down on the pool chair and watch the show. My naked mate reappears, and I lean back to crook my finger. “Now that you’ve got me all hot and bothered.” I let my eyes roam down his naked body and stop at his hard-as-nails cock. “Why don’t you do something about it?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Clay drops to his knees in front of me. We’ve had to take things slowly for the last couple of days while my girly parts recover. “But I have an idea of how I can help your hot and bothered situation without damaging your sweet little pussy.”

I groan as he pulls my hips to the edge of the chair. When he reaches for my shorts, I lift my hips to help my mate slip them down my legs.

I almost self-combust when Clay leans down and runs his tongue straight up my wet opening. My legs shake as he drags me into a position that gives him access to every inch of my girly parts. While his tongue drives me insane, Clay gently presses one finger deep into my core and drags it along my sensitive flesh.

Hopefully, he doesn’t have close neighbors since I’m loudly complimenting him on his abilities. My mate seems to take my praise as motivation to work harder.

After I come for the third time, my mate leans back on his heels and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking pretty freaking smug. “Did that help you?” He wiggles his eyebrows before I glance down and see his iron-hard cock standing straight up from his lap. Oh, man. I can’t leave him in this condition.

“Yes.” I take a deep breath. “But you seem to need help now.” I look down at his hard shaft. “Why don’t you let me take care of your problem?” I pull my t-shirt over my head and hop into the shallow end of the pool. “Come on in the water and we can work on that.” I point to his erection.

After Clay jumps into the pool next to me, I wrap my legs around his waist and groan, “I need you.”

“What about your sore…” I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull myself close to cover his lips with mine, cutting off his question. My mate groans against my lips and slowly lowers me onto his hard erection. I hold my breath, waiting for the pain, but it never comes.

Instead, intense pleasure overwhelms me as he braces his feet on the bottom of the pool and uses the leverage to furiously pound into me. I place soft kisses along his jawline before closing my teeth over the spot where his throat and shoulder meet. My mate roars my name and slides his hand between our bodies. He pinches my clit while pulling my hips down to meet his thrusts.

I almost black out when an all-consuming climax rips through me. Clay follows right behind me, and I feel warm wetness spread along my inner walls.

Things have settledinto place with my mate. I’ve been unsuccessful in my attempts to knock her ass up, but I’m not letting it deter my efforts. I keep telling myself the universe will bless us with little ones when the time is right.

Once Bethany’s sisters found out we secretly mated, they gave my mate hell for keeping them in the dark. It was a whole tense ordeal for a few days until my curvy little mate finally managed to convince Mabel and Cora that she just wanted them to have time to work on their own relationships without worrying about us.

I’m concentrating on giving Bethany my baby and my last name when Dillon’s problems throw a monkey wrench into all my immediate plans. I’ve been quietly investigating the computer issues at Dillon’s snow removal company in Glacier Pass for the last few months without any real progress. His hacker must be really fucking good if I can’t find them. Unfortunately, I need to access his computer system firsthand if I'll have any hope of tracking down this fucking hacker.

I dial Thorne’s number and wait for my asshole brother to answer. “I have to go to Glacier Pass to work on Dillon’s issues.”

“It sucks to be you.” The smug dickhead doesn’t give an inch. “It’s the dead of winter up there. You’re going to freeze your balls off.”

“I’m serious,” I growl and sit back in my desk chair. Over the last few months, my mate has moved into my house and turned it into our home. Happiness flows through my soul when I see her feminine touch everywhere I look.

Bethany added beige throw pillows to my plain leather sofa and love seat and put a matching rug in my den where I have my desk. She also added a few plants and “dust magnets” as Papa Bear calls them. Having my mate around has turned my inner bear into a big fucking teddy bear who lives to make Bethany happy.

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