Bearly Living: Foxhollow Den #1 (Alaskan Den Men) Read Online Free
Author: Kizzie Waller
Tags: Alaskan Den Men
and bustle a little.”
They walked in silence for a few minutes, and she looped her arm through his. He didn’t pull away, but she could feel his posture stiffen.
She met his thoughtful gaze with her own as he searched her face.
“Why are you here?” he asked. “In Alaska, I mean. You’re obviously a true Florida girl.”
“Some jerk bet Samantha she couldn’t make a donut café successful. We thought that was total B. S., and a business plan was formed.”
He jabbed her with his elbow. “Funny. So what’s the real reason?”
“I lost a client because of my ‘too aggressive nature,’ so I shifted in my office and shredded the furniture. When my boss found me naked in a pile of broken desk pieces, he asked me to leave and never, ever come back.” The information was easy to relay to another person, but after saying it she always felt a hard twist in her gut.
“How did that lead to donuts?”
“Baking donuts calms me. And when Samantha called asking if I wanted to join in on buying the old steak house, I didn’t think twice.”
“Why did it have to be my favorite steak house?” The bottom portion of his lip protruded just the tiniest bit.
Bobbie shook her head at his pout. “The owners were retiring and wanted to sell. We didn’t steal your favorite place out of feudal spite.”
The smile she’d been hoping to see finally made its way to his lips. “When will you go back to Florida?”
Bobbie focused on maneuvering her flip-flops through some overgrown brush. “When I get the bear under control.”
“How do you plan on doing that?”
They walked into a clearing of tall grass and more wild rose bushes. Butterflies flitted from flower to flower. He set the basket down and removed the blanket from the top.
As she helped him spread the blanket evenly on the ground, she worked up her nerve. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I’ve been able to stop myself from time to time, but I’ve never had anyone help stop me like you did today. I’d like your help.”
“Okay.”
“Really, okay?”
“Sure.” He sat down on the blanket and dug through the picnic basket. Helping himself to a white chocolate donut, he chewed thoughtfully for a few moments. “We can meet out here a couple times a week.”
“A couple times a week. Wow.” Insatiable. She liked it.
“Yeah. I had to do the same with the twins. Not everyone controls their inner bear or shifts smoothly. They even have a camp that specializes in helping teens get it under control.”
“Wait. What?” She stopped herself mid-sitting and stumbled forward. Grant didn’t seem to notice.
“As long as we don’t advertise it to the families, then I have no problem teaching you how to control your anger and get you in touch with your bear. You’ll be back in Florida in no time.” He dabbed at his mouth with a cloth napkin, missing the white chocolate icing on his chin.
“Oh. Okay.” So no sex. Wait. That’s not okay . “No. Actually, that’s not what I had in mind.”
“What did you have in mind?” His eyebrows knitted together accentuating his question.
Bobbie moved closer and sat down in front of him, invading his personal space. First, she wiped the white chocolate off his chin with her thumb and licked off the sugary goodness. Then she slid the tips of her fingers down his stomach stopping just above his hips. “This is what I had in mind.”
He didn’t push her away but scooted back slowly. “I don’t think we should go there.”
“I want to go there. Really, really go there.” She didn’t want to get further in touch with her bear. She wanted to kill it with desire. The instant attraction for Grant was like nothing she’d felt before, but she didn’t need the boyfriend experience. She wanted to pin him to the ground and ride him until she burst with pleasure.
And she would not take no for an answer.
∞∞∞
Grant was in so much trouble.
“You’re thinking too hard,” she said,
They walked in silence for a few minutes, and she looped her arm through his. He didn’t pull away, but she could feel his posture stiffen.
She met his thoughtful gaze with her own as he searched her face.
“Why are you here?” he asked. “In Alaska, I mean. You’re obviously a true Florida girl.”
“Some jerk bet Samantha she couldn’t make a donut café successful. We thought that was total B. S., and a business plan was formed.”
He jabbed her with his elbow. “Funny. So what’s the real reason?”
“I lost a client because of my ‘too aggressive nature,’ so I shifted in my office and shredded the furniture. When my boss found me naked in a pile of broken desk pieces, he asked me to leave and never, ever come back.” The information was easy to relay to another person, but after saying it she always felt a hard twist in her gut.
“How did that lead to donuts?”
“Baking donuts calms me. And when Samantha called asking if I wanted to join in on buying the old steak house, I didn’t think twice.”
“Why did it have to be my favorite steak house?” The bottom portion of his lip protruded just the tiniest bit.
Bobbie shook her head at his pout. “The owners were retiring and wanted to sell. We didn’t steal your favorite place out of feudal spite.”
The smile she’d been hoping to see finally made its way to his lips. “When will you go back to Florida?”
Bobbie focused on maneuvering her flip-flops through some overgrown brush. “When I get the bear under control.”
“How do you plan on doing that?”
They walked into a clearing of tall grass and more wild rose bushes. Butterflies flitted from flower to flower. He set the basket down and removed the blanket from the top.
As she helped him spread the blanket evenly on the ground, she worked up her nerve. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I’ve been able to stop myself from time to time, but I’ve never had anyone help stop me like you did today. I’d like your help.”
“Okay.”
“Really, okay?”
“Sure.” He sat down on the blanket and dug through the picnic basket. Helping himself to a white chocolate donut, he chewed thoughtfully for a few moments. “We can meet out here a couple times a week.”
“A couple times a week. Wow.” Insatiable. She liked it.
“Yeah. I had to do the same with the twins. Not everyone controls their inner bear or shifts smoothly. They even have a camp that specializes in helping teens get it under control.”
“Wait. What?” She stopped herself mid-sitting and stumbled forward. Grant didn’t seem to notice.
“As long as we don’t advertise it to the families, then I have no problem teaching you how to control your anger and get you in touch with your bear. You’ll be back in Florida in no time.” He dabbed at his mouth with a cloth napkin, missing the white chocolate icing on his chin.
“Oh. Okay.” So no sex. Wait. That’s not okay . “No. Actually, that’s not what I had in mind.”
“What did you have in mind?” His eyebrows knitted together accentuating his question.
Bobbie moved closer and sat down in front of him, invading his personal space. First, she wiped the white chocolate off his chin with her thumb and licked off the sugary goodness. Then she slid the tips of her fingers down his stomach stopping just above his hips. “This is what I had in mind.”
He didn’t push her away but scooted back slowly. “I don’t think we should go there.”
“I want to go there. Really, really go there.” She didn’t want to get further in touch with her bear. She wanted to kill it with desire. The instant attraction for Grant was like nothing she’d felt before, but she didn’t need the boyfriend experience. She wanted to pin him to the ground and ride him until she burst with pleasure.
And she would not take no for an answer.
∞∞∞
Grant was in so much trouble.
“You’re thinking too hard,” she said,