RANCHER BEAR’S BABY(30)

My hands moved down to her delicious ass and I gripped her hard, pulled her against my body so she could feel just how much I wanted her. She hooked her leg over my thigh and then I had her pinned against the side of the truck.

My bear growled and I had to pull back from Leila’s kiss so I could understand what he was pissed about. Then, I got it. A faint whiff of another male came off of her.

I jerked back and growled low in my throat. “Who touched you?”

She rolled her eyes and cocked her hip out to the side while gently touching her mouth in a way that went straight to my dick. “You should recognize the scent. Your idiot brother accused me of being some sort of super spy.”

I breathed in deeper and singled out Alex. Fur erupted on my arms and chest and I angrily headed towards the woods. I could be at his place in less than half an hour. I would kill him for touching my mate.

Leila grabbed my arm and clung to my back when I didn’t stop moving. “Stop it, you big oaf!”

I shrugged her off and kept going.

“Ow!”

I jerked around and saw her on the ground, holding her knee. Fear overrode my anger and I rushed back to her side. “What happened?”

She reached up and wrapped her arms around me before tugging me down to the ground. She rolled on top of me and straddled me with her hands on my chest. “Nothing happened. I just needed you to stop and listen to me.”

I wanted to be pissed at her manipulation tactic, but her ass was perfectly cradling my dick and it was hard to think about anything else. I caught the sides of my shirt that she was wearing and tugged. The buttons flew apart, revealing her perfect bare breasts to me.

She squealed and covered herself. “No. You’ve got to listen to me first.”

I blew out a rough breath. There were definitely parts of having a mate that were difficult.





CHAPTER 15: Matt




“I ran into Alex with Elizabeth and Connor in the store.”

I growled and shook my head. “Don’t say his name right now.”

She gave me a flat stare. “Fine. I ran into male with Elizabeth and Connor in the store. Male is worried about you. He thinks that I may be taking advantage of your current state. Which, according to him, is shit.”

I scowled. “Shit?”

She leaned down and nipped my chin. “His words. Not mine. I love your current state.”

I lost my breath when she rotated her hips to punctuate her words. I’d had something to say, but when she did that, everything in my brain turned to sludge.

“He was an asshole, but Elizabeth is great. And Connor, oh my god. That baby is adorable. She actually invited me to your little sister’s birthday party. Tonight. Both of us, actually.”

“No.”

She pressed her lips to my bare chest and then stood up. “Yes. I’m going. Elizabeth is going to pick me up at six-thirty, unless you want to drive me?”

I hadn’t been with my family, together in a group, in a long time. I still had issues with the way things had gone down after Dad died. There was no way I was going to show up with ‘broken bear’ at Bailey’s birthday party. Maybe I did need to go over and see everyone, but I wasn’t going to interrupt her party with bullshit that was sure to arise.

“I’m not going.” I climbed to my feet and headed towards the house. “You do what you want.”

Something hit me in my back and I turned around to find Leila standing with a handful of pebbles she’d just picked up. She stood there, glaring at me with her shirt open, chest exposed. “Don’t be an asshole.”

Seeing her like that did something to me and I strode back over to her and scooped her up before she even knew what was happening. I took her into the house and we found a useful way to spend the afternoon.

*

“Elizabeth is going to be here soon, Matt. Are you sure you’re going to stay and pout around the cabin instead of being with your family and me?”

I was in bed, stretched out, gripping the sheets so hard that my fingers were going numb. Leila looked amazing. It physically hurt to turn her down, especially when she looked like that.

She stood there, her body on display in a dress that fell off her shoulder and showed a lot of skin. Skin that I wanted to taste again. Too much skin.

“It’s February. Why are you wearing a dress?”

She crossed her arms and tapped the boot she was wearing on the floor. “It’s a sweater dress. I’m also wearing tights and boots and I’ll also wear a coat. Don’t be an asshole just because you’re feeling left out. I have begged you, in more ways than one, to come with me. I wear what I want, when I want. You don’t ask me questions about it, either. What you could do in this situation is come with me. Then, you wouldn’t have to stay here and worry that some other big, bad male was looking at me.”