Page 31 of Befriending the Bear (Forestville Silver Foxes #6)

I slid lower, kneeling between his legs.

His cock strained against his briefs, an obvious wet spot blooming at the tip.

It pulled at something deep inside me, seeing him so undone, so desperate.

All for me. I cupped him through the fabric, thumb tracing the rigid outline, and Fraser let out a shaky exhale.

His hand tightened in my hair, not guiding, just anchoring himself.

“Calloway, sweetheart, you’re killing me here. ”

I glanced up at him through my lashes with a small smirk. “In a g-good way, I hope?”

His answering chuckle rumbled through his chest. “The best way.”

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down, freeing his cock.

It sprang up, thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum.

My mouth watered at the sight. I took him in hand, reveling in the weight and heat of him against my palm.

Fraser groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as I stroked him root to tip, twisting my wrist on the upstroke.

His hips flexed, pushing up into my touch, seeking more.

Fraser’s breath hitched as I leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the underside of his shaft. His muscles twitched and a low groan escaped his throat. Emboldened, I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the salty-sweetness of him for the first time. He tasted divine, musky and masculine.

“Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth…” Fraser’s voice was ragged, his fingers flexing in my hair.

I took him deeper, relishing the stretch of my lips around his girth, the way he filled my mouth so completely. I worked him with lips and tongue and a hint of teeth, finding a rhythm that had his thighs trembling, his breath coming faster.

“Sweetheart, I’m… If you don’t want me to come…”

But I did. Oh, how I did.

I doubled down, hollowing my cheeks and sucking harder, taking him as deep as I could.

Fraser let out a guttural moan, his hips snapping up.

His cock hit the back of my throat and I swallowed around him, fighting my gag reflex.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t let up, driven by the need to make him fall apart.

“Calloway, I’m going to?—”

I hummed around him in encouragement, and that was all it took. With a hoarse shout of my name, Fraser’s back bowed off the bed as he came, hot and pulsing, down my throat. I swallowed around him, drawing out every last shudder and twitch until he collapsed back against the sheets, chest heaving.

Slowly, I released him from my mouth, pressing a tender kiss to the tip before crawling back up his body.

Fraser’s eyes were closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

I stretched out beside him, propping myself up on an elbow to gaze down at his face.

He looked utterly wrecked in the best possible way.

After a moment, Fraser’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and sated. He reached for me, and I went willingly, stretching out alongside him. He rolled toward me and captured my mouth in a searing kiss, licking into me like he wanted to taste himself on my tongue, which was wonderfully erotic.

Eventually, he pulled back enough to meet my gaze, his green eyes soft and warm. “That was incredible, sweetheart. You’re incredible.”

I ducked my head, heat creeping up my neck. “I’m g-glad you enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyed it? That’s an understatement.” He chuckled, the sound low and rich. His hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing over my still-slick bottom lip. “Can I take care of you?”

I considered it, then shook my head. “This w-was for you. Not as a f-form of p-payment, but because I l-l…”

The word almost rolled off my lips, and I stopped, shocked to my core. It was too soon. I wasn’t ready for that. We weren’t ready.

…l-like seeing you happy. Enj-joying yourself.”

If Fraser caught my change of course, he didn’t comment on it. “Are you sure? You know I love touching and pleasuring you.”

“I kn-know. And I love that about you. But tonight, I w-wanted it to be about you. About m-making you feel g-good.” I traced my fingers along his jaw, marveling at the contrast of his dark stubble against my pale skin. “We’ll have t-time for me later.”

Fraser turned his head to press a kiss to my palm. “If you’re sure. But I’m holding you to that ‘later,’ sweetheart.”

“I’m c-counting on it,” I murmured, leaning in to brush my lips over his. The kiss stayed soft and sweet, an affirmation rather than a rekindling of the earlier heat.

We lay like that for a while, exchanging gentle touches and kisses, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, Fraser shifted to pull the comforter over us, and I curled into his side. His heartbeat was a steady, comforting thrum beneath my ear.

My mind wandered to what had almost slipped out earlier.

Those three little words that had been on the tip of my tongue, aching to be spoken aloud.

I knew in my heart they were true, that what I felt for Fraser went far beyond mere fondness or lust. It was a deep, abiding affection that had taken root inside me, growing stronger each day we spent together.

But saying those words aloud would make it real in a way I wasn’t ready for.

Not yet. Not when the ghost of my past still lingered, an ever-present specter reminding me of all I’d lost. Of all I had to lose.

It was too soon, too fast, too much. We’d only been together for a short time.

Saying “I love you” now would be reckless, no matter how true it felt.

I couldn’t bear it if I laid my heart bare only to have it handed back to me.

So I bit my tongue and held the words inside, even as they burned in my throat, aching for release. There would be time. Time to be sure, to let this settle and take root.

For now, I would savor this closeness, this perfect moment of contentment in his arms. I nuzzled closer, breathing him in, letting his warmth and solidity anchor me.

“Stay tonight?” I asked softly, tilting my head to look at him.

He was already asleep.

Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes and let go.