Page 6 of Bearly Spicy

When my phone vibrates in my hand, I glance down and read the message while my face turns bright red. Great.

Grouchy Bear

You’ve got a date. What about tonight after I get rid of my dumbass brothers? We can have dinner and then see what happens.

We both knowwhat’s going to happen if I say yes. Before giving myself a chance to change my mind, I type out my response.

Me

Sounds great. I need to run home and shower, and I’ll bring dinner back with me. What time do you want me back?

Grouchy Bear

I don’t ever want you to leave. How soon can you be back?

I glancedown at my watch, trying to decide how much time I need to hit the grocery store and put together my grandmother’s chicken pie casserole recipe. Surely, a few hours should do it if I rush.

Me

Three hours?

Grouchy Bear

It won’t be easy, but I’ll force myself to wait. See you then.

As I slipmy phone into my pocket, my girly parts tell me I’m making the right decision. “Let’s spend next weekend neutering all bear shifters,” I mutter, trying to throw curious sisters off the scent of my new relationship. Mabel and Cora have other things to worry about, and I honestly don’t feel like dealing with their nosiness right now.

It’s time to let my mate ravish me and make me his forever.

Once Bethany agreesto have dinner at my house, I order Thorne to hurry his ass up. My brothers are suspicious of my sudden change in attitude, but I don’t care. I have a mate to woo after I get rid of these assholes.

After showing my family the door, I hop in the shower, hoping to get my unruly cock under control. The fucker has been rock-hard ever since my mate showed up earlier in cut-off jean shorts and a light yellow tank top. Every time Bethany took a deep breath, her luscious tits jiggled under the thin material, causing my bear and cock to drool.

Standing under the frigid water does very little to calm my erection. In fact, the icy water isn’t easing my pain at all. I wrap my hand tightly around my cock as my mind fills with visions of my stunning mate. While I stroke the fuck out of my dick, my fantasy quickly evolves into Bethany’s tight cunt strangling my cock as I thrust into her from behind.

It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to pound through me, and my knees buckle. I sit back on the built-in marble bench and lean my head against the cool marble while I recover from the unfulfilling climax. My body and bear won’t be satisfied until I get a taste of the real thing.

I’m pacing the hallway when the doorbell rings a while later. My bear perks up and reminds me what’s at stake. “I got this,” I mutter to the fucker, but he isn’t convinced.

“That’s what you said before,”my fucking inner bear reminds me, and I mentally flip him off before reaching for the doorknob.

I pull the door open, and my goddamn cock goes from zero to sixty instantly as I stare down at my gorgeous little mate. “Hi,” I mutter while my eyes eat her up.

“Hello.” Bethany holds up the dish in her hands. “I hope you like chicken pie casserole.”

“It smells wonderful,” I tell her as the scent of chicken and potatoes reaches my nose. My bear goes on full alert. It’s been a hot second since we had a homemade dinner. I totally suck at cooking, and even though Momma Bear tries to bring food by every now and then, I refuse to beg my mother to make me food. “But you smell even better.” I take the warm dish from her hand and place it on the breakfast bar before leaning over to run my nose across the delicate skin at the base of her neck. “Yummy,” I groan and taste the tiny spot.

A shiver runs through my mate as I fight to maintain control. “I love to cook,” Bethany moans as I suck the soft skin against my sharp teeth, leaving a tiny mark. Soon, I hope to bite down hard enough to make her mine for all eternity, but this little taste will hold over me and my bear.

“That’s really good because I can’t boil water without burning it,” I admit to my mate before I close my lips over hers. Lights dance behind my closed eyelids when Bethany opens her mouth for my tongue. As I explore the inside of her sweet mouth, I lock my knees to stay standing.

I slide my hand under the light-yellow tank top that tempted me earlier and feel goosebumps break out on her silky skin. My cock hardens painfully behind my zipper, reminding me that my control is already strained to the limit.

“God, I need you, Spicy girl,” I whisper against the little bruise at the base of her neck.

Her soft, curvy body melts against mine. “I need you, too.”

Bethany’s admission sends my pulse soaring. My bear wakes up and mentally fist-bumps me, but I force him to back off while I kiss my mate again. I forget all about our plans for dinner and reach down to lift her curvy body against my chest without breaking our kiss. My mate wraps her soft arms around my shoulders and holds on as I rush down the hall to my bedroom.

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