Yeah, watching her enjoy our cock, the bear rumbled.
Right now, every one of his predatory mating instincts focused on the curvaceous woman sitting on the opposite side of the booth. From what he’d observed, she had no idea how appealing she was, nor how she aroused him. All she had to do was look a little lower and she’d know without a shadow of a doubt how much she aroused him. He barely resisted the urge to adjust himself as his trousers restricted once again around his rock-hard cock. He’d be lucky to leave the restaurant with his pants intact.
“So, was I right?”
“Yeah.” That’s all he said. He couldn’t very well blurt out yeah, Sis, Paige is my mate and thank you very much for finding her. He did say, “How did you know?”
He couldn’t see her, but he’d bet a hundred dollars she just shrugged her shoulders. He sometimes gave his sister a hard time—he gave all his siblings a hard time—but he was very proud of each of them. Deb was very modest in her achievements, be it as a wife, a mother or a working professional. Heck, she’d helped a lot of shifters find their mates. Maybe she should start charging for her matchmaking abilities.
What he wanted to know was why she hadn’t worked harder to introduce him to Paige. She’d apparently had one of her feelings, something Quinn was never going to doubt again. The women had been working together for a little over a month at a top engineering firm. Not only was his mate beautiful, she was very intelligent. She and his sister held degrees in civil engineering.
He and his brothers had tried to get his sister to work for them. She’d refused, stating she didn’t want to work for a bunch of jackassed bears. They did hire her as a consultant when the need arose. Maybe they could do the same with Paige. Or entice her away from her current employer. He quickly rethought that idea. Or maybe not. He wouldn’t get a hell of a lot of work done with her around. He’d be bending her over his desk and fucking her every chance he got.
“Because you weren’t ready, baby brother.”
He needed to add mindreading to his sister’s list of skills. “And you think I am now?”
The thought of having a mate scared him shitless.
She laughed and said goodbye.
Disconnecting the call, he leaned over, taking one of Paige’s hands in his. “Okay?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
She licked her lips and images of her kneeling before him, devouring his dick like a giant lollipop flooded his mind. Get it together, bro.
“Been in a bar?”
“No, been on a blind date with a bear.”
CHAPTER TWO
Oh, she was so in trouble now. It had taken Deb over a month to convince Paige she should go out with her brother. When she’d finally said yes about a week ago, their schedules had prevented a date, at least that’s what Deb told her. More than likely Quinn had said no and it had taken Deb a week to convince her brother a blind date with the chubby girl from the office was a good idea. As it was, he’d chosen to go out on a Wednesday night, not the usual day of the week for a hot date.
Over the past month, she’d seen a lot of pictures of Deb’s family, including her hunky brothers. Deb was the oldest of four siblings. There was a younger sister, then Quinn and twin brothers. In the photos, Paige had always been drawn to Quinn, even though all of the Blackwood siblings were drop dead gorgeous. Deb and her sister were two of the most beautiful women Paige had ever seen. Extra curves and all.
Paige…well Paige wasn’t the prettiest bloom in the bunch, but she wasn’t exactly a weed either. Sexual impulses—like those engulfing her right now—did not overtake her very often. Not because she didn’t want sex. Cause she did. But she wanted hot, sweaty, you-make-me-wild sex.
The two men she’d had sex with had proven less than satisfying in that department. That was why she’d been so reluctant to start dating again. Plus, it was difficult to meet men in a new city. She’d moved to Georgia when the firm Deb worked for had enticed her away from her previous employer. It had been time to move. The relationship with her last boyfriend had ended on a sour note and she needed a fresh start.
So what made Quinn the living, breathing embodiment of her ideal man?
First, he was big. Tall, broad shouldered with a trim, fantastic body—hey, big girls appreciated a fine specimen of manhood, same as the next girl. His bone structure was to die for. High cheekbones, a firm chin, and a wide brow. Native American had to be part of the bear shifter DNA. Riveting brown eyes, a mouth both firm and sensuous set in a well-shaped head and topped with sun-kissed brown hair was icing on the cake so to speak. She sighed. If he was this gorgeous in his human form, his bear must be downright beautiful.