Pacific Northwest Werebears(18)

Nodding her head Sophie reached for her tea and blew on it before taking a sip. She moaned as the sweet drink coated her tongue. Opening her eyes, she saw Cage watching her with hungry eyes.

She put her tea down on the table as she watched Cage slide from the table to his knees in front of her. Reaching his hand up he cupped her neck and pulled her towards his mouth. He kissed her softly, then more urgently like he couldn’t get enough of her. Sophie kissed him back, wanting the heat of his body closer.

A knock sounded at the door then it swung open revealing Cage’s mom strolling in. She took in the couple on the couch obviously in the middle of a passionate kiss and kept walking into the kitchen.

“Don’t mind me dears, I’m just bringing over breakfast. Cage, your brother called, said you were needed at the camp. And he said now, not later,” she said, bustling around unloading the bags she’d brought with her.

Sophie had frozen the moment Connie barged through the door. Cage had stopped kissing her but left his forehead against hers as his mom chattered away.

His mother was still talking when Cage whispered, “I have to go, honey. You’ll be okay here with my mom. I’ll remind her not to talk your ear off or ask too many personal questions.” He said this with an affectionate laugh. He clearly thought his mother was adorable.

Sophie smiled at him and nodded. He gave her another quick kiss, “Honeysuckle.” Then got up and walked over to his mom and gave her a big hug picking her up off the ground. A squeal of “Put me down you big oaf” was heard as Sophie sipped more of her tea.

She could see Cage lean down and whisper into his mother’s ear. His mom nodded to him before finally swatting him on the arm. “Go, I’m not going to scare her away. We are going to have a nice quiet day. She’s going to rest and I’m going to knit, so stop worrying. Go, your brothers are waiting,” she finished giving him a kiss on the cheek and a swat on the butt.

Cage smiled at her then walked behind the couch, dropping a kiss on the top of Sophie’s head and headed out the door to his truck.





Chapter 15




Sophie did have a quiet day with Cage’s mom. Connie managed to get Sophie to eat some buttered toast and then gave her more pain pills that had her napping on the couch. She heard the phone ring twice and assumed it was Cage checking in, which his mom confirmed after she woke up.

Connie did grill her a bit about her life when she was feeling better that afternoon. There wasn’t much to tell, but she shared anyway. Connie had declared she should call her mom, since her mother didn’t sound like she was very motherly. Sophie had to agree on that point. She wasn’t sure how she felt about calling her boss’s mom, ‘mom’, but then again she’d already made out with her boss two, or was it three times?

His mother also kept remarking on how cute her accent was. Sophie found it sweet and didn’t take offense. Connie also remarked on how polite and refined her manners were and wondered whether it would rub off on any of her boys.

Chatting with his mom wore her out and she excused herself to her room for another nap. The light had faded from the window when she woke and she felt a hard warm presence at her back. A heavy arm was draped around her middle and hot breath tickled her neck.

She attempted to lift and turn to assure herself that it was indeed Cage behind her when the arm around her waist tightened and a sleepy voice said, “Shh…it’s just me, honey. You looked too cute and cozy for me not to sneak a nap in with you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, it’s okay, you feel good,” she admitted, which earned her another squeeze.

“How’s your head?” He placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck.

Goosebumps tickled over her skin as she tried to focus her words and not succumb to the delicious torment at her neck.

“Better, still tender though. I can’t seem to get enough sleep either,” she whispered as he continued his assault on her.

“Hmm…good. You like having your neck kissed, don’t you honey? You taste so good, and the minute I kiss you, I know you get wet for me,” he growled.

She couldn’t deny it, those kisses totally made her wet. She was a horny, injured chef with no control over her libido.

“I like neck kisses,” she admitted. She figured why not give a man a road map. It was his choice if he followed it or not.

“I’ll remember that. Anywhere else you like to be kissed,” he teased.

This question had her nipples tightening under her shirt. She’d taken her bra off to sleep and now her T-shirt was rubbing against them adding more stimulation.

Almost sensing the change, Cage’s hand slid under the hem of her shirt and traveled over her soft round stomach to cup one of her heavy breasts. His hands felt large as they circled and squeezed her mounds. His thumb flicked over her nipple as he continued kissing her neck. Giving her tight nipple a pinch, at the same time he ran his tongue up the length of her neck.