Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
“I’m having my breakfast.” I’m not sure where all this bravery is coming from, but I plan to run with it.
“Fuck. I can’t believe my luck,” Clay whimpers when I wrap my hand around his hard cock and place a soft kiss on the tip.
“Should I call you Lucky Bear from now on?” I tease and close my lips around his erection. I taste the soft head before throwing myself into blowing my mate’s mind.
I gently rub his balls while sucking his cock to the back of my throat. I’m pretty proud of how much I’m able to swallow before my gag reflex causes me to pull back.
Clay doesn’t seem to mind that I can’t take his entire length. Praise and encouragement fall from his lips as I use my mouth and hands to demonstrate how much he means to me.
His fingers dig into my scalp while his powerful legs begin to tremble, and Clay hisses, “I’m about to come.” I ignore his warning and suck harder. My efforts pay off when he shouts my name as his cum fills my mouth. I swallow fast as tremors run through his body.
“I fucking love you.” Clay pulls me up his muscular body and kisses me hard.
My eyes roll back in my head as his tongue explores my mouth. When he lets me come up for air, I catch my breath and then lean my forehead against his. “I love you, too.” It’s crazy, but I know Clay Bearly was made for me.
I hate getting up and facing the day after our first night together, but real-life freaking interferes.
After receiving a text from Wilder, Clay promised to meet him for breakfast, so I decide to drag my lazy butt out of bed and head to work.
A few hours later, I’m glad I decided to work when I get to watch the youngest Bearly brother pound the heck out of Sheriff Dalton. It’s a win-win since the overly conceited sheriff gets his rear-end kicked, and the overly annoying Bearly brother has to embarrass himself to stay out of jail. My day just keeps getting better and better.
I park in front of Pooh’s Diner and look around for my asshole younger brother. I can’t believe I left my brand-new mate sleeping in my bed so I could come here and deal with his dumbass. When he called me earlier and asked to meet at our usual breakfast spot, I was tempted to refuse, but brotherly love forced me to agree.
When my brother comes strolling in the door fifteen minutes late, I storm over and growl, “It’s about time you got here.”
“Nice to see you, too.” This little fucker is going to get his ass kicked in Pooh’s Diner. The only thing that keeps me from pounding him is knowing I can’t make love to my mate from a jail cell.
“Fuck off,” I mumble to my brother. It’s a weak comeback, but my brain cells haven’t had time to rejuvenate after my mate blew my mind last night and again this morning. I paste a smile on my face and turn to the young hostess. “Can we have a booth by the windows?”
“Sure.” Alice, the owner’s youngest daughter, smiles and reaches for two menus. “Follow me.” Thorne, Wilder, and I meet here at least once a week for breakfast.
We order coffee, and after the waitress walks away, I turn to my dipshit brother. “Now, tell me what the fuck you want.”
“I need you to help me woo my mate.”
The desperation shining in Wilder’s eyes gets to my bear. The fucker smacks my head when I snap back at my younger brother. “You’re asking the wrong goddamn brother. I can’t even figure out how to handle my own mate.” It’s not really the truth, but I don’t have time to explain to my lovesick brother that I sealed my mate bond last night. Plus, I want to give my mate the chance to explain everything to her sisters before I open my big mouth.
“We can’t be that bad at it.” Wilder sighs sadly.
“The state of our current relationships with our mates says differently.” My bear gives me grief for fibbing to my brother, but I ignore the asshole.
“It’s time we do something about it.” Wilder slams his hand down on the table as determination fills his eyes. Uh-oh. This is getting out of hand, and I’m having a hard time keeping my secret. But I also hate to gloat when my brother is obviously having trouble with his new mate.
“When you figure out what to do, let me know.” I offer the vaguest reply that comes to mind.
I manage to change the subject, and we end up discussing our family problems. One of our polar bear cousins in Glacier Pass has shit hitting the fan, and I’ve been trying to help him out. Discussing Dillon’s issues seems to occupy my brother while we finish our breakfast.