Pacific Northwest Werebears(16)

It was the best kiss she’d ever had.

Giving an aggravated groan, Cage pulled back giving her one final peck before dropping his forehead to hers. Both of their panting breaths mingling together.

“Well, that was…” she trailed off.

“Yes, it was,” he agreed. “My Sophie, where have you been my whole life,” he breathed.

“England,” she responded with a smile.

He smiled back, caught off guard by her snarky response. Then he laughed out loud, letting his head fall back as he chuckled. Sophie like him laughing, even more than him smiling.

Before driving to his home, Cage had slid a pair of sunglasses on her when they got into the car to shade her eyes from the light. It was very thoughtful of him. The doctor had given her medicine for the pain. Cage had her take some for the ride home, not wanting her to be uncomfortable. So she was blessedly numb for the trip, watching the trees whip by the window made her dizzy, so she turned her head and stared at Cage instead.

Reaching over the console, he’d taken her hand once she was buckled in and he hadn’t let go the entire ride. At times he would just hold her hand, others his fingers would lace through hers, stroking her skin. It was highly arousing as far as hand-holding sessions went.

Occasionally, Cage would breathe deep and a low grumble would roll through his chest. He’d give her a look that told her he knew just how arousing she found his hand play.

All she could manage was a drugged blush and an occasional giggle. She usually didn’t giggle, she was blaming that on the drugs.

The truck turned onto a dirt road that led through the woods. After about ten minutes, they pulled into a clearing that had a huge two story log cabin with a wraparound porch.

“That’s mom and dad’s,” Cage explained, turning left past the house and driving further down the road. The next house they came to was a smaller version of the first house. Single story with a wraparound porch, it was made of logs and looked cozy despite being a large house.

“This one’s mine, Conner and Wyatt have their own houses on the other side of mom and dad’s. I picked this side because it was closer to the lake. I like to fish,” he said with a grin. Turning off the truck, he hopped out and came around to her side. Helping her out of the truck he leaned down to pick her up.

She tried to protest, but was too tired and medicated to put up much of a fight. He carried her to the front door and opened it with one hand. Apparently he wasn’t concerned with break-ins out here.

Inside was exactly what a log cabin in the woods should look like. Hand hewn furniture, again out of logs sturdy and masculine. Dark brown fabric couches and green pillows thrown haphazardly on them. A giant television above a carved wood fireplace. Clearly a man lived here, but it looked like his mother might have had a hand in the decorating. Walking down a hallway, Cage pointed out a set of double doors. “That’s my room if you need anything.”

He walked further pointing out the bathroom, then entered a room on the back of the house that looked out over the forest. A queen-sized bed with a white quilted cover and a mountain of pillows filled the space. Definitely his mother’s work, there was even a vase with fresh wild flowers on the nightstand.

Setting her on her feet, Cage went to the window and pulled the curtains to darken the room. Sophie sat on the bed with a sigh, she wanted to explore Cage’s home, but the pull of the comfy looking bed was overwhelming.

Pulling the covers back, Cage gestured for her to crawl in. Kicking off her shoes she did just that. Lying back against the pillow mountain with a sigh, she looked up at Cage. His eyes held concern and also a hint of pride for some reason.

Cage couldn’t help it, he liked seeing her in his home. In his bed even if it wasn’t exactly the bed he really wanted her in. He also liked that he was close and he knew she’d be safe here. Giving her a kiss on her forehead, then one on the tip of her nose, then finally a soft brush over her lips, he said, “Sleep, honey.”





Chapter 14




Sophie woke to the sounds of birds chirping. The room was still dark, but her head was just at a dull throb. Even her chest felt better, still sore and bruised, but she was breathing normally now.

She remembered Cage coming into the room a couple of times last night; he’d leave the hall light on, come in and check on her. Once he was satisfied, he’d adjust her covers, kiss her forehead and then go back to his room.

Sophie never said anything to him, she just let him take care of her. She didn’t want to admit it was adorable and sweet, his concern for her. She wasn’t used to dropping her shields for anyone. But they melted away every time Cage came near. The effort it took to put them back up when he left was waning also.