Bearly Sweet(12)
Author: Loni Ree
Chapter 10
Thorne
Late Friday afternoon, I pull into the parking lot behind Honey Buns and call Wilder. “What do you want?” He’s left seven goddamn messages for me today, and the fucker knows I’ve been working all day long.
“I’m not letting you renege on our bet. The weather is supposed to be perfect this weekend for car washing.” I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a deep breath, debating my options.
“Where and when?” I just want to get this over with.
“We’re having a picnic at Clay’s house tomorrow at three. I’ll have your outfit ready.” Clay laughs. “Why don’t you bring your mate so she can witness your humiliation?”
“Fuck off.” I hang up on the asshole and hop out of my truck.
I push open the glass door and find my mate wiping down the tables. “Hi, sweet girl.” I walk up and wrap my arms around her waist. “I missed you,” I groan against her lips before kissing her with all my desperation.
“I missed you, too, Bossy Bear.” Mabel smiles up at me. “It’s been a busy day. We sold out of honey buns at one o’clock, so we spent the rest of the afternoon getting everything ready for next week.”
“Did anyone give you trouble?” My protective bear asks my mate asks, and she shakes her head, confirming nobody was rude.
“That’s great.” I lay my forehead against hers. “Are you ready to head home?”
“Just let me tell my sisters I’m leaving,” my mate tells me before turning to walk into the kitchen.
“Hey, Fuzzy Wuzzy.” Bethany walks out of the kitchen. My new sisters-in-law came up with nicknames for all of us. At least I ended up with Fuzzy Wuzzy and Wilder got Fozzie. Bethany and Cora saved the best name for Clay. My younger brother nearly has an aneurism each time his mate calls him Yogi.
“Hi, Bethany.” She’s still a little leery of me, but she’s at least giving me a chance. The other sister treats me like a fungus she needs to get rid of. Whatever my youngest brother did to Cora must’ve been bad because the youngest Sweet sister is holding a grudge against our entire family. The only thing keeping me from kicking Wilder’s ass is the knowledge that he’s suffering from his mate’s refusal to even talk to him.
Later that night, my mate makes me forget everything. Even my dread knowing I’m going to have the day from hell tomorrow.
I’m standing in the steamy shower, letting the hot water run over my body when Mabel opens the glass shower door and steps in with me. My hands automatically reach for her sweet tits. “What are you doing?” I ask as I run my thumbs over the stiff peaks.
“I thought we could share the shower and conserve energy.” I’m not about to argue with my sweet girl’s open-minded thinking.
“Sounds like a plan to me. We need to do this every night,” I tell her and watch as she drops to her knees before me.
Mabel wraps her soft hand around my painfully erect cock and leans over to place a soft kiss on the tip. “I think we need to do something about this.” She gives my erection a little squeeze before closing her soft lips over the head. My eyes roll back in my head as my mate proceeds to blow my mind.
My growl fills the shower stall as she sucks harder while reaching forward to gently fondle my balls. Her soft hand strokes the base of my cock, causing my knees to buckle. I slap a hand against the cool marble wall to stay standing and wrap my other hand in my mate’s long wet hair.
My body implodes, and I feel the pleasure from the soles of my feet all the way to the top of my head. I try to pull back, but my fierce little mate growls and digs her nails into my thighs, holding me still while she swallows all my cum.
I lift Mabel’s wet, silky body against mine, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My mate nibbles on the side of my neck as I line my already rock-hard cock up with her tight opening. She breathes, “I love you,” against my skin as I slowly sink deep into her tight core.
“I love you, too, sweet girl. Now hold on tight while I fuck your sweet pussy.” My mate listens and digs her nails into my shoulders as my thrusts pick up speed.
I’m seconds from coming and there’s no way I’m leaving her behind, so I slide my hand between our wet bodies to rub my thumb around her clit. It only takes a few strokes before my mate comes screaming my name. Her silky walls flutter around my cock as I pour my cum deep inside her sweet pussy.
Chapter 11
Mabel
“Thank you so much, Momma Bear.” Bethany smiles at Thorne’s mother before taking a sip of her iced tea.
“You’re welcome, sweetpea.”
We’ve been here for the last hour, watching Thorne wash each car. There’s a line of black SUVs and trucks stretching all the way down Clay’s driveway, and I’m not sure who owns all these vehicles. I’m betting my mate’s brothers decided to volunteer his car washing services to every single person in town.
Every now and then, Momma Bear comes out to bring us drinks or snacks, but she doesn’t stay to watch the action happening in the driveway. I figure seeing her oldest boy wearing a pink and white polka dot bikini is more than she can handle. Papa Bear greeted all of us when we arrived then went down to stand next to Clay and Wilder in the yard. He seems to take great pleasure in watching his sons torture each other.
“My boys definitely love to give each other hell.” Momma Bear sighs as her husband calls for her to come and help him. “Men are so helpless. I’ll be right back,” she tells us and rushes down the deck stairs to talk to her husband.
“I can’t believe Thorne agreed to wear that.” Bethany snorts and reaches for a tea cake.
“I don’t know.” I glance up at my sister. “I think he looks pretty hot with the pink and white polka dot bikini stretched across his muscular chest.”
Cora makes a gagging noise while Bethany shakes her head. “You really are head over heels for the bear shifter.”
“I thought we’d already established that.” I shrug and turn back to watch Thorne rinse off Clay’s humongous black SUV. When my mate nonchalantly sprays his youngest brother with the hose, the third fight of the day breaks out.