Page 6 of Bearly in Love

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My movements were jerky as I stirred the pancake mix with a fork. Eggs sizzled in one pan. Hashbrowns in another. Bacon in a third. It was a good thing I had a griddle, because there wasn’t room for the pancakes.

I didn’t even want the pancakes.

I’d only started making them when Madison slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Now it was off. The pancake mix was well-past its prime. There hadn’t been any lumps left for the past five minutes.

But if I put the bowl down, I was going to break into the bathroom and pin her to the fucking wall.

So I kept mixing.

A cloud of steam rolled out of the bathroom with my female when she opened the door a few minutes later.

My cock jerked against the cabinets, smacking the drawer knob. I forced myself not to wince. Or visibly react to her presence.

I was fucking deluded.

The woman wasn’t mine .

She’d only agreed to let me pleasure her to get it out of my system .

Which hadn’t worked. Not even a little. If anything, she’d just wormed herself deeper into my veins.

I could still taste her on my tongue.

Honey, and chocolate.

She combed her fingers through her wet hair as she padded over to the bar stool in front of me and sat down.

I stepped away long enough to grab a bag of chocolate chips from the pantry.

“Extra dark?” Madison asked.

My attention jerked back to her.

Where it wanted to go anyway.

A grunt was all I could manage as I dumped chocolate into the batter without a measuring cup.

The more I added, the better chance I’d have at resisting the urge to bury my face between my female’s thighs again as soon as possible.

“The chocolate.” She gestured to the bag.

I glanced down at it.

Oh.

“I drizzle honey over them,” I said.

Her forehead creased like she was confused. “Why does the honey make up for the lack of sugar in the chocolate?”

Because it makes them taste like her.

The beast within me made my chest rumble.

I hid the sound by clearing my throat. “It’s sweet enough. You’ll see.”

Madi shrugged.

I dumped batter in two uneven piles on the griddle. It overflowed. I was clearly a mess. When my female—fuck it, she wasn’t mine—went to sleep, I jerked off in the shower.

It didn’t relax me.

Didn’t even take the edge off.

I ended up on the couch, wrapped between two blankets that smelled so thickly of Madi that my cock had throbbed painfully the rest of the night. Sleep hadn’t happened.

“Wow, that’s a lot of food,” Madison said a few minutes later.

I grunted.

What else was I going to say?

If I didn’t keep cooking, I was going to fuck you in the shower after I was supposed to have gotten you out of my system.

That would go over really well.

I dumped the eggs and bacon on two plates. I hadn’t timed it right, so the hashbrowns needed a few more minutes. The pancakes did too.

I grabbed two forks and put one of the plates in front of Madison anyway. She murmured a thank you , and unsurprisingly, my cock throbbed again.

My plate went next to the griddle. At least the pancakes would keep me from staring at her while we ate.

The more I stared, the better chance she’d realize the true extent of my obsession.

And the sooner she realized the true extent, the sooner she’d run.

Which wasn’t safe, considering it was still snowing outside. The falling snow had eased some, but there was a ton of it outside. I wasn’t exactly safe for her to be around, but at least she wouldn’t die with me. I couldn’t say that much about the snow.

We ate in silence for a few minutes. When I turned to place two pancakes on Madi’s plate, she grabbed my wrist before I could turn away.

My gaze met hers.

My cock throbbed again, and I had to fight the urge to lean over the island and kiss her.

There was so fucking much more I wanted with her.

I’d had my mouth on her core, but I hadn’t had her entire bare body pressed against mine. I hadn’t had her tits in my hands and mouth. I hadn’t had her tongue tangled with mine, her hands on my skin, or her cunt wrapped around my cock.

I needed more.

I needed everything.

I’d severely underestimated how much worse my desire would get after I finally had a taste of her.

Now just the feel of her fingers on my wrist was enough to make my balls ache.

“Ambrose…” she trailed off, biting her lip.

It took everything I had not to pull it from between her teeth and replace it with my thumb.

I was deluded.

Perverted, too.

Or maybe just really fucking horny. I liked that label better anyway.

I didn’t say anything.

I didn’t trust myself not to proposition her.

“We should talk about last night,” she finally said.

There were a lot of things I wanted to talk about. All of them involved her body. None of them involved last night. I wanted to talk about today.

“What about it?” I managed.

“I don’t know. Things seem awkward now. Getting me out of your system probably means you’re ready for me to leave, right? Since I can’t, we need to come up with something else to do until the snow melts enough for me to get out of here.”

I blinked.

My female— I had to stop calling her that —had just stated that I’d successfully gotten her out of my system. Hadn’t she?

“I’m sure you have to work,” she added. “That’s fine. I can just watch TV or play video games. I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.”

I blinked again.

I was sure we weren’t on the same page.

“Does that sound good to you?” she checked.

My nostrils flared as the smell of burning food caught my attention.

The pancakes.

Shit.

I spun around and flipped them.

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” Madi decided.

She didn’t want the truth. I was going to have to be okay with that.

My beast growled again, and I cleared my throat to hide it.

Then lied.

“Sounds good.”

Her fork cut into the pancakes. I heard it scrape against the plate, and turned to drizzle honey over them for her before I went back to the griddle. Mine were burnt, but it was probably for the better. The last thing I needed was a reminder of the way she tasted.

Not that I’d forgotten. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get her taste off my tongue again.

The obsessed part of me hoped that was the case.

I needed serious help, but I didn’t think it was coming any time soon. Not while the focus of every fantasy I’d ever had was living in my house, eating my food, and sleeping in my bed.

I needed to learn how to enjoy it while I still could.

But for the moment, enjoyment was going to have to take a back seat to survival. If I tried to do what I really wanted to Madison, she was going to run away. Probably screaming—and not the kind of screaming I’d imagined so damn many times.