Page 5 of Bearly in Love

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MADISON

Bo left me alone for the rest of the day.

When he made dinner, we ate it silently.

We watched an action movie without talking about it afterward, and I fell asleep on the couch pretty early

Loud wind whistling outside woke me up partway through the night. I sat up and looked around the cabin, but didn’t see Bo.

It seemed safe to assume the man had gone to his room.

I shuffled over to the window on my way to the bathroom, and stared at the forest outside the cabin for a few long moments before I finally blinked.

And blinked again.

Because it was snowing.

Heavily.

Worse than it had been the night before.

Not good.

I watched the falling snow for a good, long time before finally letting out a soft sigh and going the rest of the way to the bathroom.

On the way back to the couch, I passed Bo’s room and peeked inside.

The bed was rumpled, but empty.

My stomach tightened at the thought of being trapped in his cabin alone.

What if he’d gone out for something? He could survive out there much better than I could, considering how huge he was. But still.

My heart beat quickly.

He had probably just gone back to his makeshift bed in the garage. Logic told me that.

But I had to check. To make sure.

So, I padded over to the door that led to the garage and opened it quietly.

The gigantic grizzly was sitting on his pile of pillows and blankets. His head was less than a foot from the door.

A relieved breath escaped me, and Bo’s head lifted lazily. He studied me.

“I thought you might’ve gone outside or something. There’s another storm,” I explained.

His tongue slipped out long enough to lick my ankle lightly, telling me he was fine.

I definitely hadn’t expected the lick, but considering we were shifters, it wasn’t that odd.

It was kind of intimate, though.

Especially after he’d made it clear that he was attracted to me.

“It’s cold out here. You should sleep in your bed,” I added.

He lowered his head back down and closed his eyes.

Clearly, he wasn’t interested.

That was fine.

I went back inside and over to the couch, slipping beneath the already-warm blankets. Though I tried to go to sleep, guilt nagged at my conscious.

Despite my past issues with Bo, he had been better since he found me in the forest. He’d given me a place to sleep, fed me, and helped me get out through the window so I could try to make a run for it.

Sure, he had also grabbed my hips and gotten all close and personal.

And jerked off to my scent.

And told me he’d been attracted to me since we were kids.

I was just going to ignore those last few facts. Ultimately, he had been nice to me.

Now he was sleeping in the garage to give me privacy.

That made me feel like the world’s biggest bitch.

Considering we’d be trapped together at least another day or two, my conscience made me reluctantly climb back out of my couch-bed.

I crossed the living room again. After a moment of debate, I stripped my clothes off and pulled the door open. Shifting smoothly, I slipped through the opening and stepped into the garage on four paws.

Bo blinked at me with sleepy eyes.

I plopped down on the worn welcome mat.

Bo blinked again. Then his eyes narrowed.

The bear was on his paws a moment later. His huge arms were around my middle a moment after that, his thick muscles and smooth skin pressing against my furry stomach as he shifted to his human form.

I snapped my teeth at his arm as he stepped into the house. He carried me easily, like I was a stuffed toy and he was an uninterested kid.

“You’re not sleeping in my garage, Madi.” His voice was rough, but completely and utterly flat.

He wasn’t willing to debate this.

Neither was I.

I shifted back as he strode toward the couch. When my bare ass met his uncovered erection, he stumbled a little, then stopped abruptly.

His cock had nestled itself between my cheeks.

It felt incredible. And massive.

My body reacted quickly. I could feel the slickness gathering at my center. It would only take a small movement for him to feel it too.

Bo’s arm tightened around my middle.

He muttered a curse. His voice was so much like his animal’s, I couldn’t even tell what word or words he’d used.

But he didn’t let go.

“If you’re sleeping in your garage, I am too,” I said.

My voice came out sounding breathless.

Having a gigantic erection between your legs would do that to a person. Or at least to me. I couldn’t speak for anyone else.

“No.” His reply was a single-word snarl.

“Yes.”

“ No .”

“ Yes .”

“ Madi .” His voice sounded desperate.

“ Ambrose .” I still sounded breathless. It was what it was at that point.

The hand connected to the arm wrapped around my middle gripped my bare hip roughly. His other arm went around my waist, and he gripped that too, on the other side.

“ No ,” he repeated.

“Do you really want to keep doing this?”

He let out a harsh puff of air. His breath brushed my cheek. His bare back seemed even warmer against mine than it had been a moment earlier. “I can’t sleep in the same house as you,” he finally said.

Ouch.

That hurt.

He hadn’t explained why, but it wasn’t rocket science. He didn’t want to want me, and he didn’t want to act on it. If he wanted to, he would’ve done something about it a long time ago.

“I get it, but we don’t know how long we’re going to be snowed in.

You can’t sleep in the garage the whole time.

It’s freezing out there, and I feel like a bitch.

Take the bed. You can lock the door between us.

It’s not like I’m going to jump you in your sleep.

” I tried to keep my voice light, but I was a little hurt.

And his erection was still between my ass cheeks.

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” he said.

His voice was gravel, and the words sent goosebumps over my skin.

“Then what are you worried about?” I asked.

There was a long pause.

Bo’s entire body was tense, every part of him as hard as a rock against me.

I lifted a hand to rest on his arm, and his whole body shuddered.

Somehow, the arms around me tightened even more.

Gripped me even harder.

The side of his face met mine. His cheek was warm and rough.

His voice was low and raspy. “I dream about you most nights. If I’m in my human form and you’re on my couch while I’m not fully conscious, there’s a good chance I’ll end up in the living room with you.

With my face between your thighs, finally tasting what I’ve wanted on my tongue for so long. ”

My center grew slicker.

He inhaled deeply, like he couldn’t help it. His chest rumbled. “Fuck. I need to go.”

“Why do you dream about me?” I finally asked.

“I don’t know. Obsession. Lust. Insanity.”

I shouldn’t have loved all three possibilities, but I did.

“We could try to get it out of your system,” I said.

My heart was beating fast. He was going to reject me. I knew he was, but I was still asking.

I wasn’t sure I could do anything else.

Not with his chiseled, heavenly-smelling body pressed against mine the way it was.

Not when I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. Or close, at least.

“Don’t fucking suggest something you’re not willing to follow through with,” he growled. “I can’t control myself around you.”

“Maybe you just need to stop trying to control yourself and accept what you want.”

“I want to fucking ravage you.”

“Then stop talking and do it.”

Bo snarled against my ear. His hands were on my hips a moment later, and he spun me around, shoving my back against the nearest wall.

The massive, towering man was on his knees in front of me in a heartbeat. His gigantic hands were on my thighs. My legs parted for him and he opened them wider, spreading me in front of his gaze.

Bo’s eyes burned my swollen, slick skin. “You’re so fucking hot, Madi.”

“This doesn’t feel like ravaging, Ambrose.” My fingers slid into his hair.

His lips curved in a wicked grin before his mouth was on my core—and then I was gasping.

His tongue was hot.

Brutal.

Demanding.

Stroking my clit like it owned me.

I arched.

Cursed.

Pulled his hair.

Rocked violently against him.

Until I came on his mouth, climaxing so hard the cabin seemed to be spinning.

Bo snarled against my core, but didn’t let up.

He just.

Kept.

Going.

I came again.

When I tried to shove his head away, he shoved my hand in return.

“Fucking stop, Ambrose,” I choked out, coming down from my second high with every part of me oversensitive.

He ripped his head back.

His eyes practically glowed with the beast inside him as he met my gaze. His mouth and chin glistened with his saliva and my pleasure.

When his tongue dragged over his bottom lip, like he couldn’t help but keep tasting me, a soft groan escaped me.

My lower half was clenching and unclenching as the aftershocks of my pleasure rolled through my entire body.

“I’m nowhere near done, Madi. You want me to stop?” His voice was barely controlled. He sounded nearly feral.

I bit my cheek to stop myself from moaning.

What had he done to me?

“I’m not used to this. Give me a minute.”

He waited.

His wild gaze burned into mine, our eyes locked.

I’d had sex before. Not a lot of it, and definitely nothing as intense as this, but I had done it before. It had taken ages for me to get off, and I’d definitely never had a man look at me like that.

Like he was going to burn up if he didn’t have me.

Like the taste of me on his tongue was the only thing keeping him from shifting to his beast form.

Like I was consuming him just as much as he was consuming me.

So no, I wasn’t ready for more.

I wasn’t even sure I was ready to keep going.

What was going to happen if I did?

Could I lose myself to Ambrose Stevenson completely?

If I lost myself to him, if I let myself grow too attached or too connected, it was going to kill me to walk away when the snow melted.

And I’d have to walk away. He wasn’t leaving, and he obviously had no desire to claim me as his mate.

We were just… sating his hunger.

Mine too.

That was it. Nothing else.

“I think I need to stop,” I finally said. “I don’t think I can come more than twice.”

His nostrils flared.

His eyes blazed with something.

Anger?

Need?

Refusal?

My stomach clenched.

“You can,” he said.

I blinked.

“I’ll prove it,” he added.

Then he waited, staring at me with an intense look in his eyes.

He wasn’t going to do anything until I said he could. I could tell. Even if I couldn’t, I knew him. He was on the very edge of sanity, but he wasn’t going to do something I didn’t want him to. He wasn’t that kind of man, no matter how dangerous he seemed to think he was at the moment.

“You’re insane,” I finally said.

“The only person to blame for that is you, Mads.”

My throat swelled.

My core clenched.

As much as I didn’t want to let myself get any more attached to him, I wanted his hands to stay on my thighs and his mouth to stay on my clit. I wanted him to lose himself in me. To ravage me.

If he didn’t have enough time with his mouth on me to get me out of his system, and vice versa, we were going to be in this same situation in a few hours.

He wasn’t done.

Maybe I wasn’t either.

I let out a rough breath. “Alright, Bobo. Do you worst.”

His grin returned for a heart-stopping moment before his mouth was on my clit again—and I was lost to the way his tongue felt against my sensitive skin.

I lost count of how many times Bo got me off. By the time he stopped, he was holding up all of my weight because my legs were shaking too badly to manage it myself. I was so blissed-out, I could barely stay awake.

He carried me to his bed when it became clear that I couldn’t handle any more of what he had to offer. The man tucked my half-asleep body between his blankets, ran his fingers slowly through my hair, and stepped out of the room.

When I heard the shower turn on after he shut the door behind him, I knew he was getting himself off. I wanted to help, but I was too exhausted to get up.

I fell asleep in what felt like an instant, vaguely wondering if my brother’s best friend had succeeded in getting me out of his system.

Because I was pretty sure I’d only made myself even more attracted to him.