After dinner, Sebastian suggested a walk along the lake. Sally took off her shoes. Sebastian put out his hand. "I'll carry them."She'd never had a man offer something like that. She handed them to him. "Thanks."They looked so small in his mitts. Her hand looked small in his. Nothing ever looked small on her. Maybe she'd just been going after the wrong guys. Maybe Sebastian was the right guy.But his secret still nagged at her. "You're thinking too much," he said. "I can almost hear it."She laughed. "It's just how I am.""Why not just feel.""Feel?"He stopped, turning to her. He took her head in his hands. "Just feel. What is your heart telling you to do?"She took a deep breath, then let it out. "Kiss you."He brushed her lips with his. She tingled at his touch. She wanted this kiss. From the bulge in his pants and his heavy breathing, he wanted this kiss and more, but she couldn't give anything else to him.Not until she knew his secret. That stood between them like a veil of fog
Sally took a deep breath as Sebastian turned to face her. She blinked. His face grew more hair. His face then changed, his nose elongating. His hands grew bigger and furrier. She wasn't sure that she was seeing what she thought she was seeing. She sat down on the step, her legs not able to hold her.Sebastian was turning into a black bear. A bear. Her lover was a bear. She gasped. He stood on his hind legs. She watched as he went on all four paws and lumbered toward her. She wasn't sure what to do.Some part of her knew this was okay. He crawled up to her then lay on his side. He made a small growl. She reached down to touch his fur. She rubbed his stomach and she had to laugh. He'd rolled onto his back, clearly enjoying her touch. He was a large bear. Even larger than he was as a human. She felt no fear. This was Sebastian. This was his secret.She rubbed his tummy with both her hands and he let out an obvious noise of pleasure. He made that sound when he came.So she was in love wit
Caleb Behr looked at the smaller than usual blond-haired boy while crossing his fingers behind his back. The boy was Josh Leight and he'd struck out the last four times at bat. The boys' knuckles shown white from his grip on the bat. His face held a fear that a little boy shouldn't feel. Caleb would've done anything to take the disappointment away from him. The boy was only eight and life had so much more to knock him down with. Why did he have to deal with this now? Caleb wanted to close this eyes. He wanted to wish away this moment, but as his father had taught him, these moments were the teaching opportunities. How Josh dealt with this failure would help him later in life. Assuming he dealt with it well. Assuming his divorced parents had given the little boy the skills.Three pitches. Three strikes. At least he went down swinging. Josh stomped out of the batter's box, but he didn't throw the bat. He could see the kid squeezing his eyes shut probably to stop the tears. Caleb walked
Melinda Leight watched as Caleb walked towards her as she finished her call for a tow truck. Her too-old-to-be-running vehicle was indeed not running. Carl had already left. Not that she wanted to call her ex for help. That would be the last thing she wanted to do. With very little in her savings account, she didn't want another expense, but now she'd have to have the car towed. And fixed. And pay for it somehow. She could pick up an extra shift somewhere, but then what would she do with Josh? She didn't want to give Carl any reason to take custody of her son. It had been a battle and they were finally in a good place. She figured with Carl's new baby coming along, he might lose interest in having Josh with him full time. Melinda would've thought Carl would support her going back to school. When she was on her feet, she was going to go back to court to tell them she didn't need his alimony anymore. Just the child support. She'd be able to support herself. She should be bitter about
When Caleb put his hand on Melinda's back, he knew. With every fiber of his being, he knew. Melinda was his mate. He resisted the urge to pull away as if his hand had been burnt. This was not what he wanted. Sebastian had warned him that he would resist at first. Well, he was resisting. He'd get her home and then leave her there. No need to keep contact with her. There was no way he wanted to get married any time soon. Someday. Not now. Not after his last relationship. He didn't want another woman in his life.Too bad he had to touch Melinda. He helped her with her helmet."Is that too tight?" he asked."No, it's fine."He started the bike after he put on his own helmet. He motioned for Melinda to climb on. She did then wrapped her arms around him. Oh. God. This was going to kill him. He wanted to mark her. Mate with her. Or at least the bear part of him did. He had to tamp down his wild side. There was no way he wanted to know his mate right now.He wanted to be a free man for a whi
Melinda looked serious. Caleb hadn't let go of her hand yet and his bear was growling to get out. To make her his. That wasn't what she was talking about. She was talking about sex. Just sex. What red-blooded male wouldn't want no-strings-attached sex? Him, of course, but this was his mate. If he messed this up, he wouldn't get another shot.What if he might want a mate later on? A few years from now? He'd be sunk. He'd be without a mate. Then again, maybe if he could keep this relationship as she wanted, in the future they would already be together. Might be the plan."Your silence is deafening." She pulled away her hand. "Sorry I asked."Shit. Now he'd offended her. "I'm just taken aback. No woman has ever asked me for that. They all seem to want to marry me after the first date."She chuckled. "No. Sorry. Don't plan on marrying. Certainly not in the near future. Or maybe ever."He nodded. She'd had a bad time with her ex. He could see that written on her face. "Sex only?""Yes. Ju
Melinda couldn't believe that Caleb was carrying her to her bedroom. No one had carried her since she was child. Carl had always complained that she weighed too much. That had left out shower sex, too, something Melinda had always wanted to experience. In Caleb's arms, she felt petite, but safe. Not that she needed safe. She could take care of herself. No one messed with the big girls. She nipped at his neck as he carried her. "You're so fucking strong."He chuckled. It rumbled up from the depths of his sexy body. He was muscled. She couldn't imagine he had an ounce of fat on his body. Why did he find her attractive? He could have any woman he wanted."Don't think too much," he said.Could he hear her thoughts? She should stop thinking. She wanted him naked. That she knew. He laid her on the bed as if she were fine china. He stood, looking over her. "You are so damned sexy."He didn't need to compliment her. He only needed to have sex with her, but the idea that he found her attract
"You need some food?" Melinda said."Uh. I need to wake up before I know what I want.""You're not awake after that?"She climbed out of bed. Completely naked. As if she did this sex friend thing every day of her life. She pulled a robe on and Caleb was sad not to have her body on display. "Awake, but not coherent."She laughed. "I'll be in the kitchen."She shouldn't have to feed him again. He pulled on his jeans, not bothering to button them. Melinda was in front of the stove. The sun was just peeking over the horizon. There wasn't enough light to know what the day would be like yet."You don't have to feed me."She laughed, glancing over her shoulder. "I'm not done with you and you need your strength."His cock twitched at that idea. "I'm going to have to go to work at some point.""I know. I do, too."She was making pancakes. Pancakes. What a mom. What was that joke about dating a MILF? The best part was the juice box the next morning. The thought made him chuckle."What's funny?"