Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
I wake the fuck up frustrated as hell and with sticky satin sheets covered in cum clinging to my body. As I tear the sheets off my bed, I wonder if the dreams will just get worse? Goddamnit. I’m not sure how many of these unfulfilling nightmares I’ll be able to endure before I crack.
Waking up hot and bothered sucks. Big time. I can’t believe the steamy fantasies my virgin mind conjured up last night. In my dreams, Wilder made love to every inch of my body while whispering words of love that melted my frozen heart. The fantasies were so freaking real that I swear I could see Wilder’s fierce possessive eyes staring down at me while he made my body sing.
I’m not sure whether I want to curse or thank the alarm I set before bed last night for going off and waking me up before things got out of hand. I mean, any more out of hand. This whole situation is crazy. The more I tell myself to fight these feelings, the more my heart longs for Wilder.
It’s a bad idea to push my luck, and my cautious side urges me to find an excuse to avoid spending the day at Clay Bearly’s house, but my heart forces me to ignore the warnings. After a long cold shower, I paste a fake smile on my face and tell myself the sooner I’m ready, the sooner I can get this day from hell over with.
“Thank you so much, Momma Bear,” Bethany tells Wilder’s mother as I attempt to keep a neutral expression on my face. Ever since the jerkwad youngest Bearly brother made his feelings for me crystal clear, I’ve been fighting the crazy emotions swirling all around us every time we’re near each other. I wonder for the millionth time since I met Wilder Bearly if we made a huge mistake moving to the shifter community.
“You’re welcome, sweetpea.” Momma Bear glances over at the four male bear shifters making fools of themselves in the driveway. When Bethany told me Thorne lost a bet and would be here washing each of his brothers’ cars while wearing a hot pink bikini top, I couldn’t resist watching the train wreck in person. Even if it means dealing with Fozzie.
I’m not sure why my dumb body reacts this way around the youngest Bearly brother. I mean, Wilder Bearly is hot—really, really hot—but so are his two brothers and most of the shifters in this genetically blessed town, but none of those other men cause my pulse to pound. Today, Wilder is wearing a tight white t-shirt stretched across his muscular chest and faded jeans that look like they’re airbrushed on him. His dark brown hair is slightly longer on the top than the sides and tends to fall over his dark eyes when the wind blows it. I force myself to look away and take several deep breaths, trying to control the crazy feelings coursing through me.
I glance over at the black vehicles lining the driveway. We’ve been here for over an hour, and Thorne hasn’t made a dent in the long line of SUVs and trucks stretching the entire way down Clay’s driveway. I have no idea where they found all these vehicles, but I’m betting Thorne’s two brothers volunteered his car washing services to every shifter in town. It’s going to be a long freaking day if they keep asking him to pause and pose for their stupid pictures.
The younger two Bearly brothers have been rushing around taking pictures of their older brother in a hot pink polka dot bikini top and blue jeans.
Every now and then, their mother, Momma Bear, comes out to bring us drinks or snacks, but she doesn’t stay to watch the action happening in the driveway. I’m pretty sure the sight of her oldest son wearing a pink and white polka dot bikini is too much for her.
The Bearly boys’ dad, Papa Bear, greeted us when we first arrived before heading down to stand next to Clay and Wilder at the edge of the driveway. He seems to take great pleasure in watching his sons torture each other.
“My boys definitely love to give each other hell.” Momma Bear keeps her back to the sight of her oldest son making an ass of himself until her husband calls for her to come and help him. “Men are so helpless. I’ll be right back.” She shakes her head before rushing down the deck stairs to talk to her husband.
“I can’t believe Thorne agreed to wear that.” Bethany snorts and hoovers another tea cake. She’s in a similar boat to me. I’m not sure what Clay did to her, but my fiery sister is ready to tear the bear shifter apart.
“I don’t know. I think he looks pretty hot with the pink and white polka dot bikini stretched across his muscular chest.” Mabel, my love-blinded oldest sister, sighs, and I’m able to stop the gagging noise that erupts from me.