Page 33 of Hunny and the Bear (Bearly Yours #1)

Thirty Three

One week later …

T ank did his best to ignore Hunny as he hoisted up a long, heavy log that he’d just debarked. Keeping his gaze solely focused on the stack of debarked logs ahead of him, and not on his tempting mate wearing barely any clothes, he moved toward the half-built wall outside of his home.

Roughly a month ago, though it felt like so much longer, Jasper and Murphy had helped him cut down dozens of trees, and he was only just now building on to the cabin.

It was mostly to distract himself from the female who’d done everything in her power to entice him for the last few days. Soft touches, heated glances, blatant propositions. He felt bad for neglecting his proper duties as her male, but ever since he’d rushed Hunny to the clinic, he’d been afraid to touch her sexually with anything more than his mouth.

Hunny hadn’t noticed right away, mostly because he still kept waking her up each morning with his tongue buried in her cunt, starting her day with a few orgasms. But he hadn’t taken it any further than that. She hadn’t said anything to him about their lack of physical intimacy, yet, but his little mate was keen. And given the fact he found an excuse to disengage every time she initiated sex, she was bound to realize what he was doing.

To make matters worse, Jason and his little band of bitches were constantly on Tank’s mind. Every day, he expected to hear some news on the dickhead, or for him to breach bear territory and declare war. So far, though? Radio silence. Tank didn’t like it. Not at all.

Small arms wrapped around his bare stomach from behind, and Tank melted into the touch as Hunny’s delectable scent filled his nose. “You’re working so hard, you didn’t even hear my question,” she said, a small teasing note to her voice that had him instantly on high alert. Warm breath skated over his spine, and just like that, lust hit him like a battering ram.

Cock stiffening, Tank cleared his throat, determined to ignore the neglected fucker in his pants. “What’d you ask, little rabbit?”

“If you were hungry for anything.”

Tank squeezed his eyes shut, careful to keep his booted feet rooted to the ground instead of spinning around, ripping Hunny’s clothes off, and burying himself inside her.

Fuck yes, he was hungry. Starved, actually, but not for food.

His dick flexed in his jeans in agreement, brushing uncomfortably against his zipper like it was trying to break free. He didn’t blame the damned nuisance. He’d gone from stuffing it into the most perfect female any chance he could to abstaining from his mate cold turkey.

Warm, soft lips pressed against his spine, and Hunny’s fingers tightened on his abs, only enticing him more.

“You want me to make you something, darlin’?” he asked thickly, all too aware of her hands sliding over his stomach. He’d taken his shirt off a little over an hour ago, desperate to feel the cool air on his sweat-slicked skin as he worked, but now he regretted it. Hunny touching him, being so close like this, was complete torture. He didn’t know how he’d lasted this long, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could.

Ideally? The rest of her pregnancy. Realistically? Maybe two more days before he caved in some fashion. Jerking off in the shower hadn’t helped slake his lust, no matter how many times he’d done it over the past week. One look from Hunny, one brush of her fingers against him, and he was harder than steel.

The little temptress had to know what she was doing to him. Didn’t she?

“I was actually hoping I could whip you up something, Henry.” Hunny gave him another light kiss and then removed her hands from his body, stepping away from him entirely.

Surprised that she hadn’t tried for more, his eyes popped open as he turned to face his mate. “Like what?”

Hunny tucked her hair behind an ear, sending him a coy smile. “I want it to be a surprise. I have everything I need in the kitchen, and I really want to treat you to a meal since you’re always taking care of me, but if you’re not hungry, I can just make us dinner later.”

Touched by her care, and slightly disappointed she hadn’t been trying to lure him with sex, Tank grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her back into the heat of his body. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a tender kiss. It wasn’t enough, and it hadn’t been for days.

Eager for relief, he rubbed his erection against her lower belly, hating how little control he had when it came to Hunny. How could he resist her if he rubbed his dick all over her like a sex-starved fiend? But he couldn’t help it; the lack of sex between them was killing him, even though he was the reason behind it.

Hunny pulled away abruptly, surprising him even more than before. He knew she’d felt his erection, but instead of reaching for it like she had several times over the last few days, she only patted his bare chest lightly, her fingers running through the tuft of hair there.

Dropping her hand again, she turned back to the cabin, sending a sweet smile over her shoulder. “I’ll have it ready in the next ten minutes, okay?”

Nodding, he watched her walk away, clad only in one of his long T-shirts and a pair of house slippers with cartoon bears all over them. Her smooth legs taunted him as she moved. Before she turned the corner of the house, she lifted her arms up into a high stretch, causing the shirt to slide up her thighs, exposing the underside of her naked, fucking beautiful ass.

God, he just wanted to take a bite out of those pert cheeks, to spread her apart like a feast and shove his co—

Mouth watering at the sight, Tank took several steps after her before he realized what he’d done. Stopping, he dropped his head, releasing an irritated grumble that vibrated in his throat.

Deciding to distract himself until it was time to head in, he got to work debarking more logs, and soon enough, ten minutes had passed. Moving to the hose hooked up to the side of the house, Tank turned on the faucet, cleaning off his hands before making his way inside. Stepping into the entryway, he closed the door, kicking off his boots before wandering into the kitchen.

He looked up, jaw going slack as he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Are you ready for your meal, Henry?” Hunny purred, sending him a bewitching smile from where she sat on the counter of the kitchen island. She was completely naked, her breasts covered in a glistening, thick drizzle of honey that dripped down her chest, smearing over her belly and the lower lips of her cunt.

“I—” Tank cleared his throat, Hunny’s arousal mixing with the honey coating her body combined into the most intoxicating scent he’d ever experienced in his life. His balls ached, his cock throbbing hard as he tried and failed to remember why going anywhere near his mate was a bad idea. His tongue was thick in his mouth as he swallowed hard, subconsciously taking a step toward her. “What—ah, fuck me. Darlin’, what’s this?”

Hunny looked down innocently at her naked body, and then back at him. Without wasting another second, she dipped her index finger into an open jar of honey sitting on the counter beside her. Popping her finger into her mouth, she sucked slowly, cheeks hollowing. She released a little moan of pleasure that sent a bolt of lust straight to his dick.

He took another involuntary step toward her, and then another, damn near drooling as she scooped up another glob of honey. Expecting her to suck on her fingers again, his eyes widened as she instead slid the honey all over the mating mark at the base of her neck.

Fuck, he wanted to lick her clean. No, he wanted to fuck her covered in that goddamn honey, and then suck every drop of it off her skin. His resolve weakened, lust clawing at his insides, demanding that he act. That he let go of the fears that had plagued him for a week straight now and just give in to his little rabbit.

“I think you’ve avoided me long enough, Henry,” Hunny told him smoothly, sliding her thumb over her hard nipples. They shone in the overhead light, giving a soft, yellowish glow against her creamy skin. “But you can’t avoid sex with me forever.”

Startled at being called out on his behavior, he stumbled over a response. “I-I don’t … I’m not avoiding—”

“Yes, you are,” she cut in confidently. Her eyes briefly flashed with hurt, and then she blinked, a steely determination replacing it. “I get that you’re afraid you’ll hurt me, but you won’t. You didn’t last time, either. And the only way to prove that is for you to screw my freakin’ brains out.”

“Baby,” he rasped. “I want to. Believe me, I do.” But he couldn’t get the image of her bloody thighs out of his head, couldn’t forget how terrified he’d been as he’d driven her to the clinic. What if something like that happened again because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants?

“Then let’s do this,” Hunny whispered, the sensual notes in her voice replaced with a vulnerability he couldn’t ignore. “You’ve been reading those books. You heard Tabitha, too. You know everything’s fine—”

“But I was the reason you bled! The reason you were so scared you’d lose our kits,” he bit out roughly, the memory of it all rushing back in. Some of his desire ebbed, and with a shake of his head, Tank backed away from his mate. “I can’t do that to you again. I won’t.”

“You didn’t do anything to me, Henry. And I know you were as scared as I was, but you can’t hold yourself back from me out of fear.” When he didn’t answer, she threw her hands up in exasperation, her breasts catching his attention as they swayed. “So you’re just not going to have sex with me at all for the next several months? That’s your grand plan?”

“I think that’s best,” he acknowledged, wanting to shove the words back down his throat when her breath hitched and the scent of her hurt overrode the delicious notes of sweet honey in the air.

“But we just didn’t know what to expect, and now we do,” Hunny added, a soft whine in her voice that pierced his heart. “I won’t freak out next time, if it even happens again, I promise—”

“I can’t.” Tank ran a hand through his hair, looking away from her before he could give in. His resolve was hanging by a thread, and he was so close to snapping, to giving Hunny what she needed. Hell, what they both needed. But she was right; fear kept him in check when nothing else could.

Turning around, he hissed out a frustrated breath, beelining for the front door. He had no idea where he was going, but he needed out of this cabin before Hunny tore down his defenses completely.

“You can’t just leave in the middle of this!” Hunny exclaimed behind him, her feet hitting the tile as she jumped down from the counter.

“Discussion’s over, Hunny,” he grated out through clenched teeth, reaching the front door. He bent down to pick up his boots, only to grunt in surprise when something smacked his ass. He shot up and spun around, grabbing Hunny’s small hand before she could land another blow. Her breathing was shallow, her breasts heaving as she glared up at him. “Did you just spank me?”

“You’re lucky I didn’t clobber you upside the head just to knock some sense into you!” She tugged on her wrist, trying to break free of his hold, but it was no use. He wasn’t letting her go. Not yet. “Ugh!” Hunny pushed at his chest with her free hand, letting out a little shriek of outrage when he didn’t budge.

“Stop struggling, little rabbit. I’ve made up my mind on this.”

Hunny rolled her eyes, tugging on her arm again. “When it involves both of us, you can’t just decide things. We have to talk it out, you big oaf!” She looked up at him, uncertainty shining in her eyes. “Unless you don’t care about me and my feelings?”

His head snapped back in shock. “Of course, I care. You think I don’t want to bury myself inside you every second of the day? I do! I wake up hard as a rock, and I walk around with a goddamn erection all day long, aching for you.” Tank growled, working overtime to catch her other hand before she could swat at him again. She wasn’t hurting him at all, but he was worried she’d sprain her hand if she kept at it.

“Then you have got to stop fighting this—fighting me,” Hunny pleaded. “I was scared too, Henry, but we can’t just tuck tail and run from something like this.”

He wanted to deny that he wasn’t running away from anything. But he was, wasn’t he? He’d been assured multiple times from various credible sources that spotting was normal, but he refused to believe it. It hadn’t looked like spotting to him, but then again, he’d thought the worst as soon as he’d seen the smear of red on the bedsheets. “I won’t be able to forgive myself if I hurt you,” Tank uttered, his voice rough with emotion.

Hunny stopped struggling, her eyes softening on his. “Oh, Henry. You’d never hurt me.”

“Not on purpose.”

“ Not ever . Just look at this entire week. If sex had caused any kind of genuine issue, I’d still be cramping and bleeding, and yes, I might have miscarried, but I’ve literally felt perfectly fine and nothing else has happened. No spotting, no cramping, nothing.” As he opened his mouth, ready to argue, Hunny glared at him. “Before you say anything, I read one of the books you brought home and I called your mom this morning. Both are backing me up here. And you know that. I know you do; you even highlighted the same page I read about this.”

Tank’s throat tightened, his resolve weakening. She was right, and logically, he knew that. “You’re everything to me, little rabbit. I just can’t lose any of you.”

Hunny wiggled out of his hold, and the sudden separation was jarring. Cupping his face, she whispered, “You won’t. But you have to trust me to know my own body. If I feel like something is wrong, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

Sighing roughly, he nodded. Of course, he trusted her. He just needed to trust in himself, too.

“Good.” Before he could react, Hunny jumped at him, her breasts slamming against his chest as her arms wrapped around his neck. Sticky honey splattered against his torso as she lunged for his throat. He felt a sharp sting at his neck, his knees nearly buckling from the jolt of mixed pleasure and pain that infused his very being.

She bit him!

Lust roared back to life, and Tank grunted, his hands finding Hunny’s bare ass and kneading the soft flesh as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her honey-coated pussy over his abs. She dug her little fangs in deeper, sucking hard at his skin, and the last of his resolve crumbled into dust. He fell back against the front door, panting hard as his dick strained for freedom.

Fuck, he’d missed this. He’d missed it so much, and he wasn’t even inside of her yet.

Pulling her teeth free of his neck, Hunny licked a trail up to his ear, nibbling on the lobe. “I need you, Henry. Please, please fill me with your cock.” Her warm breath skated across his skin, and the muscles in his stomach knotted, sexual tension lining every inch of his body.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his brain short-circuiting as all the blood rushed to his throbbing erection.

Hunny nipped his neck again and then peppered bites and kisses along his jaw, working her way to his mouth. She bit his lower lip almost frantically, splitting the skin. Just as blood pooled, she kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth. The taste of honey and his mate exploded across his senses, his two favorite things in the world blending together into the most alluring concoction.

All of his concerns, his excuses, and fears became nonexistent in an instant.

Spinning around, Tank pinned Hunny against the door, taking over their kiss. His tongue pumped into her mouth, dominance stamped into every lick, every caress. He swallowed her sensual moan, shivering as her hands ran through his hair, nails scraping at his scalp.

He needed her; he couldn’t take the separation any longer.

Slow , he commanded himself silently. Just go fucking slow!

Mindlessly, he fumbled with the button on his jeans, accidentally popping it off in his haste to remove the obstacle. He ripped his zipper next, shoving his pants down until his cock popped free, jutting out against her entrance. The juices from her cunt slipped over his erection, and a growl, more beast than man, poured from his throat.

“Hurry, Henry,” his little rabbit begged, fingers tightening in his hair as she kissed him again, parting her lips in invitation. Tank collared her throat, nipping her lip roughly when she tried to pull his mouth back to hers.

“I need to prepare you—”

Hunny shook her head, rolling her hips and teasing his cockhead. “I just need you.” Shimmying her hips, she lowered herself down onto his cock, taking one thick inch, and then another. “Oh God,” Hunny whimpered, sinking in another inch. “I missed this, Henry. Didn’t you miss this?”

Fuck yeah, he missed this. Tank grit his teeth, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on her throat as he fought to keep himself in check. This was slow—this was fine. They’d just take it a little bit at a time—

Hunny slammed herself down onto his length, releasing a sharp cry of bliss as he bottomed out inside her. Slick, tight warmth surrounded him, her inner walls gripping him lovingly. Arms banding around her, Tank dropped his head into the crook of her neck, breathing heavily as he fought to keep from moving. He’d needed this so much, craved this type of intimacy between them for what seemed like forever.

Had it been only a week?

“See, Henry?” Hunny moaned, her pussy spasming, taking him impossibly deeper. Tank grunted, his legs trembling as pleasure coursed through him. “Everything’s good, my big bear. Everything’s—” Hunny rolled her hips, crying out as he gave a shallow thrust, his hips meeting hers. “So good. Oh, Henry. It’s so good.”

His little mate moaned again, whispering for more, and Tank couldn’t deny her a second longer.

Snapping his hips, he filled her up, over and over, each pump punctuated by the door creaking ominously behind her. Hunny writhed on his length, her soft cries spurring him on until he lost all reason, pistoning inside her as he lapped at the honey coating her mating mark, sucking hard on the skin.

Each time he tried to slow down, to pull out, Hunny clawed at his back, driving him right back to the edge until he pounded into her pussy with reckless abandon. He didn’t stop when she spasmed around his cock, her orgasm drenching him. He fucked her through it, only moving from the door when he suddenly realized it might hurt her back.

Dropping onto the couch with Hunny seated in his lap, he smacked her ass firmly, urging her to ride him. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, his breaths becoming ragged. She leaned forward until they were skin against skin. Nothing separated them. And then she was kissing him sweetly as she began riding him nice and slow.

“I love you,” Hunny murmured.

“I love you, Hunny, so damned much.” Tank held onto her hard, his palms sliding up and down her back, needing to touch her anywhere he could. This was perfect. He didn’t give a damn that they were covered in honey, or that he’d probably spend half an hour scrubbing them both clean later.

They were going to be alright; all of them. He had to believe that.