by Audrey Storm
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This is the third book of a 3-part series. Find Book 1 and Book 2 on Amazon to keep reading!
Book 1: Bear Naked Seduction
Book 3: Bear Naked Passion
Bear Naked Satisfaction
Billionaire Bear Trio Series
Book 3
Audrey Storm
This is the third book of a 3-part series. Find Book 1 and Book 2 on Amazon to keep reading!
Book 1: Bear Naked Seduction
Book 3: Bear Naked Passion
Table of Contents
A Word From the Author
BEAR NAKED SATISFACTION (BOOK 3)
Bonus Catalogue of Sample Books (Limited Time only)
Paranormal Romance
Two for the Blood
The Billionaire's Bite
Interracial Romance
Doctor's Little Secret
Second Chance with the Stepbrother
Stepbrother, Boss, Lover
What the Boss Wants
Falling for the Titan
Unexpected Business
Hot Night with the Congressman
Contemporary Romance
Hot and Heavy with My Dad’s Best Friend
Reunion with the Billionaire Best Friend
Game for Two
The Weekend Fiance
A Wifey for the Bad Boy
Historical Romance
The Touch of a Soldier
Taming the Duke
A Chance for the Brute
The Right Way
BDSM Romance
Bad for the Boss
Dangerous Love
Pleasing Mr. Cocky
Lesbian Romance
The Best Woman
Catálogo de bonificación de libros de muestra (por tiempo limitado)
Paranormal Romance
Dos de la sangre
La mordedura del Billioniaire
Interracial Romance
Pequeño Secreto del médico
Segunda Oportunidad con el hermanastro
Hermanastro, Boss, amante
Lo que el jefe quiere
La caída para el Titan
Negocios inesperado
Noche caliente con el Congresista
Contemporary Romance
Caliente y pesado con mi mejor amigo de papá
Reunion con el multimillonario mejor amigo
Juego para dos
El fin de semana prometido
Un ¡burguesa para el Bad Boy
El toque de un soldado
Historical Romance
Domesticar el duque
Una oportunidad para la Brute
La forma correcta
BDSM Romance
Malo para el jefe
Amor peligroso
Sr. agradable Cocky
Lesbian Romance
La mejor de las mujeres
Catalogue Bonus de livres d'échantillons (durée limitée)
Paranormal Romance
Deux pour le sang
La morsure du Billioniaire
Interracial Romance
Doctor's petit secret
Deuxième chance avec le demi-frère
Demi-frère, Boss, amant
Ce que le patron veut
Chute pour titan
Un imprévu
Chaude nuit avec le membre du Congrès
Contemporary Romance
Chaud et lourd avec le meilleur ami de mon père
Réunion avec le milliardaire Meilleur ami
Jeu pour deux
Le week-end fiancé
Un pour le Wifey Bad Boy
Historical Romance
La touche d'un soldat
Apprivoiser le Duc
Une chance pour la Brute
Le droit chemin
BDSM Romance
Mauvais pour le bossage
Dangerous love
Agréable M. Cocky
Lesbian Romance
La meilleure femme
Bonus Eye Candy
A Word From the Author
Dear Reader,
Thank you for downloading my book! Your support means the world to me as an indie author, and I truly hope that you’ll enjoy this romance as much as I enjoyed writing it for you.
Apart from the main story, you’ll also find a wide variety of bonus stories from my fellow writers at Sizzle Publishing. I hope you take advantage of this great, limited-time opportunity to explore different genres!
With this download, you also get some bonus Eye Candy—each one of my books features different “candy”… so enjoy!
Finally, I hope you will take a few minutes to leave a review when you are done with the book. Reviews help indie writers like me reach more readers so I can continue to do what I love… write steamy romances for you!
Much love,
Audrey Storm
Bear Naked Satisfaction (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 3)
Chapter 1
Andrea clutched Reed’s upper arm with both of her hands; this large and athletic man was the only thing keeping her moving as the two of them trekked their way up the Andes Mountains in northern Colombia. Her burning body made the icy air bite harder into her flesh, her sweat cold and thick. The soft wind somehow managed to constantly slap her face and sting her eyes, and the air itself was too thin to fully inhale—to fully utilize. Everything about this place seemed determined to hurt her, though the distant snowcaps that surrounded them and the specs of trees far below them was a beautiful sight. Occasionally, Andrea would glance around and try to appreciate the magnificence of the setting, but the more she moved the more worn she became.
She heaved breaths, her own sense of direction having died in a disoriented, exhausted haze hours ago. She swore that every fiber of her being throbbed with over-exertion and pain, and if Reed would only allow it, she would be content to collapse on the rocky ground and rest for a moment. Just a moment.
She was so, so glad that they left their suitcases at the hotel, per his suggestion.
“There has to be a better way to do this,” she said for the umpteenth time, gasping out the last few words.
“We’re almost there,” Reed responded for the umpteenth time.
“I don’t believe you,” she wheezed, her nails digging into his clothes. She blinked hard, her vision blurring. She pressed her cold face against the back of his shoulder, the cloth on it scratching against her.
“Actually,” he said, “we’re here.”
Andrea’s head snapped up, and it spun in response. Forcing herself to stay upright, she concentrated harder on the sight before her. After a few seconds, she saw the outline of a large estate built into the mountain. A tall, dark gate surrounded the premises, and
there were several armed guards who walked in front of it and behind it. Everything—even the guards’ uniforms—matched the colors of the mountain.
Despite her weariness of dealing with someone as paranoid and secretive as Fernando Vergara—the last of the Billionaire Trio—she was also eager to get inside a building already. Not only was she desperate to breathe breathable air again, but she was desperate to finally get the proof she needed to reveal the existence of these bear-shifters…and betray Reed in the process.
That last thought made Andrea’s stomach twist. Numbly, she pressed her lips against Reed’s shoulder, as if in apology.
He didn’t glance back.
After Reed told the guards various passcodes, he and Andrea were allowed to approach the front gate and speak into the intercom. Unlike Reed’s intercom, there was no static when Fernando’s voice came out of it.
“What the hell were you thinking bringing her here?!”
Andrea’s eyebrows shot up as Reed sighed.
“Fernando,” Reed said, hunching toward the intercom a little. “Let me—”
“I trusted you,” Fernando snarled, “and this is how you repay me? You, of all people, I did not expect this from.”
“Just hear me out! Stop jumping to conclusions for once and just listen.”
Silence followed. Andrea, panting and swaying, looked around. She didn’t see any cameras, though she had heard rumors about Fernando Vergara having thousands of hidden devices throughout his multiple properties. When Andrea noticed a small red light blinking a few feet above the intercom, she squinted at it.
“She’s a journalist,” Reed said when Fernando continued to be silent. “That Andrea Watson who Hank called about. And she knows everything about us and what we’re trying to do. She wants to help.”
Fernando’s voice burst out of the intercom, the sound so sharp that it was piercing. “You did what?! For God’s sake, Reed, if she’s a journalist, then she’s probably using you.”
Andrea felt something within her soul recoil, even as shame warmed her face. She looked at Reed, who was frowning at the little speaker.
“I—”
Fernando snarled several more words in Spanish. Then, in English, he said, “Get in here, now.”
“Not without her,” Reed said evenly.
Fernando hesitated, and Andrea was convinced he was going to yell in Spanish again. Her eyes bulged when, instead, Fernando agreed to Reed’s terms. And he did so in a calmly manner.
“No technological devices are allowed past this point,” Fernando said before the intercom clicked and then went silent.
It took Andrea a few seconds to fully process that last statement. When she did, she scoffed at such a notion and turned to Reed. “He’s serious?” Her voice choked off the second she saw Reed take out his cell and a pair of earbuds from his pocket.
“Always,” Reed said, clearly exasperated. He gave her a warm smile. “But he has his reasons. He’s a good guy, underneath it all.”
A guard, seemingly coming out of nowhere, stepped in between them and frisked Reed. A different guard walked up to Reed and took the items out of his hands.
As Andrea blinked owlishly at this sight, two other guards moved to stand beside her. Their sudden presence made her blood tingle and her throat close, and she all but leapt from where she stood. If these men and women noticed, they didn’t show it; they just took Andrea’s items and frisked her like they were Reed.
She was relieved that she had the foresight to leave the tape recorder and the camera (the cheap one she bought at the airport) in the rental car, parked near the base of the mountain.
Chapter 2
Once frisked, poked, glared at, and interrogated, Andrea and Reed were led into the anteroom of the mansion by seven guards—she counted them twice. The room they were all in was actually small compared to Reed’s and Hank’s entryway, but it was about the size of Andrea’s bedroom back home; she didn’t feel crowded nor liberated, though the blank, empty walls and the crude flooring did remind her of a prison cell…except that even prison cells contained furniture within them.
“He will be with you shortly,” one of the guards said before all seven of them walked out the front door.
More curious than affronted, Andrea took a few tentative steps toward the eastern wall. She could see no blinking lights—no indication of cameras—but she couldn’t put it past Fernando to somehow equip this place with the best kind of security in the world. A part of her found this all so twistedly amusing, but that reaction was more of a taught habit than anything else. In truth, she couldn’t really blame Fernando for being as cautious as he was—not after everything she had seen and learned over the past couple of weeks.
“Are you all right?” Reed asked, wrapping one arm around her and tilting his head toward her temple. “I understand if all of that was a little…invasive.”
“I’m fine,” she said honestly, her eyes still scanning the wall. When she still found nothing on it, she turned her attention toward a different wall and ended up bumping her nose against his face. A startled giggle erupted from her throat. “Sorry. I’m just…”
She could feel him smile against her skin. “It’s okay. I get it. When I met Fernando for the first time, I had a similar reaction to his protocols.”
“Really?”
He hummed his assertion. “He comes off a bit strange and offensive, but he always means well. He’s really nothing to be afraid of, I promise.”
Andrea frowned. She wasn’t afraid, nor was she as trustworthy as Reed believed. A twinge of discomfort—of a sense of rejection—made her heart stutter, but with a self-righteous anger, she mentally shoved the sensation aside. What right did she have to feel hurt by Reed and his misdiagnosis? It was what had gotten her this far in her investigation. She gritted her teeth at this reminder, self-loathing familiar but still painful beneath her breastbone.
The doors to the rest of the mansion were swung open, Fernando and a few other guards walking through them. Fernando, his shoes scuffed up and his attire wrinkled, stood in the middle of the room and studied Andrea, who had turned to face him the moment he entered the room. Reed stood beside her, his shoulder brushing up against the back of her neck.
Andrea, in return, did the same to him. He wasn’t as tall as Reed or Hank, but his shoulders were a little wider than the other two of the Trio—his arms a little thicker. His eyes were lighter than Reed’s, and they seemed incapable of staring at one thing for more than a brief second. Fernando acted over-caffeinated, even as he stood in place; there just seemed to be an energy thrumming through him, making him twitch every so often.
“Miss Andrea Watson,” Fernando eventually said, nodding at her.
Andrea frowned. “Yes?”
“I do not like the nature of games, of cons, of courtesy—I do not have the patience for them, so I am going to be frank with you.” Fernando’s entire body went rigid, his gaze narrowing as he bared his teeth. “If you hurt me and my friends in any way, I will have you killed. Is that clear?”
Andrea glared to hide the instinctive fear that flashed through her. She crossed her arms and opened her mouth to convey her understanding when Reed shoved past her and headed for Fernando.
“That’s uncalled for,” Reed growled.
Fernando turned to him. “You’ve let your feelings blind you. She’s. A. Journalist. It’s her job to snoop into other people’s business and then tell the public about them.”
“She isn’t like that.”
“And what if she is? What if she is lying to you?”
Reed’s body tensed, his shoulders rising and his hands clenching into fists. He was so quiet that Andrea barely heard him when he said, “She isn’t.”
“Compelling argument,” Fernando said. He tilted his head, his expression conveying disappointment and sardonic amusement. “Let me guess, you decided that after she slept with you.”
A monstrous roar burst from Reed, and he stumbled forward a few steps as his fl
esh contorted into larger, furrier shapes.
Fernando didn’t even blink.
Andrea held her breath, her heart pounding wildly and her mind racing. Though she could only see the back of Reed, he still appeared demonic—only partially transformed. Unease settled in her gut, and she had to fight against the urge to back away.
“We don’t have time for this,” Fernando said, exasperation and a hint of rage seeping in his tone. His frown widened, revealing his teeth. “Since the three of us last spoke, I have found the location of the alchemist.”
Reed’s breathing calmed into a steady rhythm, but otherwise, he remained motionless.
Tempted as she was to move, Andrea also remained motionless. Ignoring everything else, she focused on Fernando’s words.
“This is almost over,” the Colombian said fiercely. “We have almost ensured that. And right at this moment of our triumphant, this Andrea Watson just happens to show up and want to help? That is too coincidental.”
In a quick yet violent motion, Reed transformed back into himself. His clothes were stretched—even torn in some place—and he awkwardly swiped at the front part of his attire. His quietness, as well as the growing sense of certainty that shone in Fernando’s eyes, made Andrea’s gut churn. An instinctive jolt shot through her—telling her to survive—and she stepped forward.
“I promised Reed I would say nothing about your kind or your plans,” she said, gaining Fernando’s and Reed’s full attention. She fought against the urge to wince under Fernando’s harsh glare, and instead, she held his gaze and jutted her chin upward. “I was assigned by Monumental Press to investigate the rumor of Hank Bennet potentially owning a bear as a pet, but when I learned what was really happening, I put aside my initial and, admittedly, shallow goals to help Reed. He is a good man who deserves peace.”