Billionaire Dragon's Bride(74)
“I don’t know, honey,” she admitted, sitting up in the bed along with Jackson.
He frowned and listened intently, the noise growing to be more than a mere annoyance now. A moment later, it seemed to be almost on top of them. It was then that Jackson’s expression changed, the sleep as if brushed away from him. He looked at Tess, who arched her brows in mild surprise. Jackson kissed her deeply, Tess falling happily into the unexpected but heated exchange. When he tore his lips from her mouth, Tess was almost breathless.
“Remember. I love you. And you shouldn’t let him reflect poorly on me. Sometimes I think we must have come from different parents.” With that, Jackson flung himself from the bed and dragged on his jeans and boots.
“Wha… Jackson?”
“Just come with me, you’ll see,” he said, tossing her a bundle of clothes. Tess bit the inside of her mouth, more than a little confused. She gave a small shrug as she dragged on her clothes, stealing a glance at Jackson’s muscled back as he headed out of their bedroom.
It’s not like this is the weirdest thing that has happened here. God, I love that man, she thought, slipping into her jeans and rushing after him.
Her life had been more than exciting ever since she met him, and as much as she adored the quiet moments they shared, she would have been lying if she had claimed that the constant threat of imminent danger didn’t make the quiet and serenity that more delightful.
She caught up with him on the porch, the man standing shirtless with his arms crossed on his chest. Tess stepped next to him and their arms went around each other, Tess staring with wide-eyed surprise at the cause of the commotion. A small helicopter was just in the middle of dipping down in front of the house, dangerously close to Jackson’s pick-up. Tess looked up at Jackson, who shook his head slightly, half-amused and half-flustered. When the door to the helicopter opened up and two suitcases were thrown out, followed closely by a tall, blonde man with eyes as dark and deep as Jackson, all the pieces fell into place.
The man managed a wide smile as he walked over to Jackson, the helicopter tearing up and off the ground just as he stepped on the porch.
“Jackson! It’s been too long,” he said, a sly, almost childish spark burning in his eyes as he dragged Jackson into a big hug.
Tess took a step to the side, barely managing to keep from breaking out in giggles. The way that Jackson resigned himself to the embrace, and the muddled expression he wore, told her all she needed to know.
“Julian,” Jackson said, giving his brother a quick once-over. The younger Arder brother was dressed in an impeccable suit, the garment tailored to perfection. His hair was slicked back and everything about him screamed wealth and success. As far as looks went, he was Jackson’s polar opposite, but they both carried themselves with the assurance that comes from knowing exactly who they are and what they can do. As different as they were, they were incredibly similar.
Jackson pulled Tess to him and she stepped closer to the duo of werebears.
“Julian, this is Tess, my…”
“His mate,” Tess finished with a smile. “I’ve heard almost nothing about you, Julian!” she said, hugging the Arder brother. Julian’s laugh was deep and from the chest, his suit and tie making him look incredibly out of place next to his bare-chested brother in worn jeans.
“Well, Jackson doesn’t like talking about me too much.”
“I have my reasons,” Jackson noted with a small smirk. Julian shrugged good-naturedly.
“Let’s not get into that right now. So, I hear we have a bit of a bear infestation in the Cabinet Mountains. Do tell,” he said, flinging an arm around both Tess’s and Jackson’s shoulders and walking them back into the house. Tess couldn’t hold it back anymore and giggled brightly.
Never a dull moment in Montana.
The rest of the books in the Montana Wild Bears series are out now on Amazon:
Wanting Her Bear
Saving Her Bear
Needing Her Bear