Page 14 of Claimed By Her Bear

“Oh, no. I have a robe you can wear.” Pola raced over to her closet and grabbed two. She moved over to Shekita and handed her one. She sighed watching Shekita cover her perfect body. Pola put hers on, too, promising herself that their robes would be off soon enough.

Her stomach released a growl.

Yes, their robes would be off once they’d finished their breakfast.

“Come. Off to the kitchen we go.” She took Shekita by the hand and led her out of the room. She wasn’t going to miss out on a delicious homemade breakfast. She was a bear shifter, and good food was part of her love language.

ChapterSix

Shekita sat back and placed her fork on the oversized island. She had been in love with the kitchen from the moment she’d entered it. The house itself was to die for. It was everything she would hope to have in a home. The craftsmanship was impeccable. This was a chef’s dream. For a person who didn’t really cook much, her cupboards were stocked to the brim. There was enough here to keep a family of five fed for at least half a year.

“What do you think?” Shekita asked, watching Pola shovel the food into her mouth.

“Um…” Pola paused and swallowed. She laughed, reaching for a napkin.

Shekita chuckled at Pola’s embarrassed expression. She was actually pleased that Pola loved her cooking. She didn’t need to hear her compliments. Her quietness while eating said it all.

Her cooking had never been appreciated before, so to see someone completely enamored by the food she had prepared brought a warmth to her heart.

“I don’t know how you did it, but you are welcome to come here and cook anytime,” Pola said. She took a sip of her coffee then offered Shekita a smile.

“Your kitchen is amazing, and you had everything one would need to make waffles from scratch.”

“It must be my mother. She has groceries delivered and comes by once a month to stock my pantry.”

“Your mother takes care of your pantry?” Shekita laughed.

A slow flush spread along Pola’s neck and face. Shekita shook her head. She had been on her own since she was twenty, and her mother would never come and do anything like that. Shekita was very particular about certain things, and another woman putting her hands on any of her appliances would be an atrocity. Even Bobbie had never gone into the kitchen they’d once shared.

Shekita blew out a deep breath. She had to stop thinking about her. That was her past. She had broken free from her and now had a very promising future ahead of her.

Pola was the future.

Shekita ignored the voice at the back of her mind. She didn’t know what was going on between her and Pola, but she wasn’t ready to commit to anyone. Last night was supposed to be about fun and releasing pent-up tension.

“What is that expression for?” Pola asked. She stabbed her fork in the last of her waffles and swirled it along in her syrup, bringing it to her mouth. She chewed then swallowed. She motioned to Shekita. “You seem as if something is bothering you.”

“It’s nothing.” Shekita shook her head. She didn’t want to go into details about her previous relationship. She needed to put it behind her and leave it there in the past. Pola stared at her for a moment longer, reaching for her mug again. Shekita knew they had to discuss the elephant in the room.

Last night.

She stared down at her empty plate and wasn’t sure how to bring it up. Did she just thank Pola for a fun-filled night, throw her clothes on, and leave? It had been a while since she had experienced a one-night stand.

“Okay, now what are you thinking? It appears you want to ask me something.” Pola sighed. She reached out and rested her arm on the back of Shekita’s chair. She dragged Shekita closer to her, putting their chairs directly beside each other. Her hand slid along Shekita’s back in a soft, soothing caress. “You can ask me whatever you want.”

Shekita was a chicken, she knew.

What was meant to be a one-night stand, she didn’t know if she wanted it to be. She was torn. Get up and leave or stay and get to know Pola? Who said that after one night they had to commit to forever?

The look in Pola’s eyes screamed she was trying to use the ‘m’ word. Shekita wasn’t an expert on shifters, but she sensed that there was something deeper in Pola’s eyes.

“Tell me about yourself. I know you are Saffron’s sister-in-law, but I want to know who you really are.” That was safe for Shekita. She had to admit she was interested in knowing more about the woman who had drawn more orgasms out of her than she’d ever had with any of her former lovers. Her body was sore in places she didn’t realize had muscles. She lifted her gaze and met Pola’s.

Pola leaned her forearm on the island and turned to Shekita. She appeared pleased that Shekita was taking an interest in learning about her.

“Well, I’m the youngest of three children. There’s Dasha, our brother Junior, and then me. We are a close family. I grew up here in Lurton. I just started working for our alpha as her secretary. I love long nature walks and good food. I recently learned that I love pleasuring a certain brown-skinned woman who blew into my life last night.”

Warmth flooded Shekita’s face. Pola had gone above and beyond her duties in bringing pleasure to her. She had lost count of her orgasms after she’d had the fifth one. It was any wonder that either of them were able to walk this morning.

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