Bear Again (Second Chance Shifters 3)

by Meredith Clarke

  Liam scratched the back of his head. “Not yet. But I’ll let you know.”

  “The eclipse is soon, son,” the old man warned.

  “I know when it is.” Liam opened the door. “Good night.”

  11

  Sophia

  She didn’t care that she was walking while it was freezing outside. There was enough rage inside her to keep her warm. She crossed the street.

  What was she thinking? Of course the clan members knew what was happening. They always did. When she started dating Noah, she couldn’t go anywhere without someone mentioning some kind of clan news. It didn’t help that they cared most about the alpha.

  Most of them had been at her blood oath ceremony. They were there the night she vowed to spend her life with Noah. They had also sworn to protect her. In return, she had pledged herself to the clan as the alpha’s mate.

  She stormed across the next street. She didn’t know what any of that had meant. She only knew she wanted to be with Noah. It seemed like a part of the ceremony—not something she’d actually have to live up to.

  The headlights framed her shadow. She didn’t have to turn around to know Liam’s truck was the one following her.

  He rolled down the window. “Soph, get in the truck.”

  “No.” She trudged forward.

  “Get in the truck.” He pulled in front of her so she would have to walk around to keep moving.

  “I’ll pay you back for the shower rod. How much was it?”

  “Come on, get in the truck. I’ll drive you back out of the cold.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not getting in the truck with you. I’m not doing anything with you.”

  Liam stepped out from the truck, closing the door behind him.

  “What are you doing? You’re blocking the road.” She stared at him.

  “Stop running and talk to me.” He gripped the sides of her shoulders.

  His hands were hot even through her coat. She glared at him. “No.”

  “Then get in the truck and don’t talk. I don’t care. Just get off the damn street.”

  She knew this was futile. He could pick her up like a sack of sugar and put her in the truck if he wanted to. He was trying to give her the choice.

  She walked to the passenger side and climbed in without saying a word.

  Liam was silent the rest of the ride home. He pulled up next to her car, unloaded the shower rod, and followed her inside the bakery.

  Inside her apartment, he went straight to the bathroom and began the task of assembling the new rod and securing it to the wall. She didn’t want to admit it made a lot more sense to have a rod that was actually screwed into the wall. She had been battling it for over a year.

  Every few minutes she would steal a peek around the corner to watch Liam work. His biceps flexed under his T-shirt while he held the bar in place. She’d never noticed how sculpted his arms were before. She tried to quiet the place in her belly that was twitching.

  She reminded herself she was angry and annoyed. There was an entire clan meddling in her love life and she wanted nothing to do with them.

  She picked up a magazine from the coffee table and pretended to read the recipes while she flipped through the pages. But all she could think about was that there was an enormous, sexy man in her shower.

  She scowled at herself and tried to study the ingredients needed for a soufflé. It was pointless. Liam’s muscles were all she could think about.

  “Soph?”

  She jumped on the couch. “Yes?”

  “I’m done. Want to come take a look?”

  She tossed the magazine on the table and headed to the bathroom.

  He tapped on the top of the bar and applied pressure. “This one isn’t going anywhere.”

  “Looks good.” She tried to sound unimpressed. She didn’t want Liam to know that she was, in fact, astonished that he could be handy.

  He had an array of tools in his truck and knew exactly how to use them. She knew there were other skills he had. Her heart fluttered for a quick instant, but she caught it too late. Liam looked at her. Shit, he had heard it.

  He took a step toward her, and she braced herself. He looked overpowering in her small bathroom. His shoulders filled all the empty space. She swallowed hard.

  “Need anything else?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “Is there anything else around here I can help you with?”

  “The light in my closet.” The words were out before she could draw them back in. What in the hell was she doing? She needed him to collect his stuff and get out. Not camp out doing honey-do projects.

  “All right. Let me take a look.” He brushed past her and walked down the hall.

  Sophia closed her eyes. Liam had moved from the bathroom to the bedroom. She was doing the opposite of everything she wanted to do.

  He was flipping the switch on and off when she walked in.

  “It’s definitely not the light bulb,” he reported. “I need to cut the power, I think, and check the wiring. Where’s the fuse box?”

  “In the hallway behind a painting.”

  “Be right back.”

  Within seconds, the apartment was thrown into total darkness. Sophia held her breath when she heard Liam’s heavy footsteps approaching. Was this just a ploy? Was he trying to get her in her room in the dark?

  He whisked past her with a flashlight. “I think I know what it is.”

  She let out a pent up breath. “Oh?”

  “Yeah,” he mumbled from the closet.

  She tried not to think about him being inside her inner sanctuary. It was a wreck in there—clothes strewn all over.

  She heard him click something into place, walk past her, and turn on the power. He met her at the doorway.

  “Try your light now,” he instructed.

  She flipped the closet switch and the light came on. “How’d you do that?”

  He grinned. “I can’t tell you all my secrets.”

  She didn’t know how it happened or where it came from. She didn’t think it was possible. But she started laughing. And it wasn’t a little giggle. It was a deep, belly-rolling laugh that made her sides hurt.

  12

  Liam

  He stared at her. He didn’t know what had started it, but Sophia was laughing uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her cheeks. And for once, he wasn’t witnessing tears of anguish.

  “You okay?”

  She sniffed. “Yes. Yes.” She ran to grab a tissue next to the bed. “It’s just absurd. The whole thing.” She started laughing again and sat down on the edge of her bed.

  “Absurd?” He puffed out his chest, not sure if she was referring to his handyman skills. He had been sure she’d be impressed if he could show her how much he could do for her.

  “Yes,” she snorted. “This whole thing.”

  He sat next to her, and her giggling fit seemed to cease. Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

  He sighed, brushing a loose curl from the side of her face. “Sitting next to you.”

  “Well, don’t.” She scooted closer to the pillows.

  “How do you go from being pissed to laughing to being pissed again?” He couldn’t track her emotions. She was all over the place.

  “We are definitely not doing this.” She tried to stand but he pressed his hands against her thighs, keeping her from standing.

  “We are definitely doing this,” he growled. “You won’t talk in the kitchen. You won’t talk in the shop. You won’t talk at the cabin, or on the street. If the only place you’ll talk to me is in bed, then that’s where it’s going to happen.”

  “I-I never…”

  His hand moved from her thigh to her waist. “Talk. Get it out. Whatever it is that keeps you from giving me a chance.”

  The truth was he didn’t want to talk. All he wanted to do was to rip the clothes from her body and love her until the sun came up. But that wasn’t going to happen as long as there was something she need
ed to say.

  “Liam,” her eyes hardened. “You’re not going to leave until we talk, are you?”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  She exhaled. “Fine. I’ll talk. But it’s under duress.”

  He grinned. “Your words. Not mine.”

  “You are so aggravating,” she fumed.

  “That’s not the first time a woman has said that.” He waggled his eyebrows, trying to lighten the mood.

  “You can’t seriously think this would ever work.”

  “It will work.” He moved his free hand to her other hip and twisted her to face him. He wanted to see every emotion on her face.

  “See, you say it like it’s already going to happen. I’ve told you over and over I don’t want to be with you. I don’t want to be with anyone.”

  “How do you know you don’t want to be with me?”

  “I just do.”

  He smiled. He could hear the steady thump of her heart growing louder. She was reacting to him. She was trying to ignore what her body felt.

  “Give me a real answer.”

  “You were Noah’s best friend. He would never be okay with this.”

  With that one name, the entire mood changed. Liam knew he would be dealing with Noah’s ghost—he just didn’t know it would hurt this much to face it.

  “Noah would know this is how things are supposed to be. You have to believe me on that.” He ran his hand along her back. “If it had been reversed, and I had met you first and you were mine first, he would have done the same exact thing in my position.”

  “Is that how you justify it?”

  “I’m not justifying anything. It doesn’t need to be justified because this is what is right, Soph.” He closed in on her, hearing her steady heartbeats jump erratically.

  This was why the mourning period existed—to deal with the questions. To face the answers. Although, he was the only one who had come to terms with it. He had to believe Noah would trust him with Sophia.

  “It can’t be right. I’m not… I shouldn’t…”

  “You shouldn’t what?” he asked, inhaling her scent. God, she smelled like heaven.

  She lowered her eyes. “Shouldn’t be happy with anyone else. I can’t.”

  He tilted her chin upward to meet his gaze. “Don’t do that. Don’t rob yourself of the bond we could have because you don’t think you deserve it. You deserve everything in this world you want. And I’m going to give it to you.”

  He wanted to let her talk more, but he couldn’t stop his bear any longer. He crashed his lips against hers, taking the kiss with desperate fury.

  She did deserve to be happy. She deserved a mate who would worship her and love her. She couldn’t live the rest of her life alone just because Noah was gone. Liam wouldn’t let that happen.

  He tugged at her lips with his teeth, nipping and sucking against her mouth. His tongue twisted along hers as he pulled her into his lap. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

  He kissed her throat, finding places behind her ear that made her squirm. There weren’t words for this. There was no way he could tell her all the things she needed to hear to reassure her. He had to show her. It was the only way he could express how powerful he knew their bond would be.

  His hand snaked under her sweater, cupping her breasts. She cooed when he rolled the tight bud of her nipple between his fingers. God, every part of her was perfect. He wanted all of her. Every inch of her curvy, luscious body.

  His mouth devoured her lips, scooping her body under his.

  “God, Soph,” he muttered, raking the sweater over her head.

  Her lips were back on his as the sweater hit the floor. Her hips rocked forward and his cock jerked under his jeans. He could feel the heat between her legs, and it sent a deep groan through his chest.

  He licked against her collarbone, making his way over the swells of her breasts. He had dreamed about them. He swore they were the most perfect tits in Bear Lake. He shoved the lace off of them and admired how her nipples pointed toward his lips. He growled as he took one in his mouth and began to suck.

  “Ohh,” Sophia moaned, bucking off the bed.

  It only drove him crazier to hear the sounds coming from her mouth. He had to know what all of her tasted like. He dipped his head to her other breast and inhaled the sweet skin, nipping at the tight bud.

  Her head thrashed on the pillow and the mewing sounds sent him over the edge. He reached for her zipper and began to shimmy the jeans over her hips. His bear was losing control. He wanted all her sweetness. He wanted to claim her for once and for all.

  No more deadlines. No more games. No more pressure from the clan. This was only about him and Sophia becoming one.

  But as he tried to lift her hips to ease the jeans down her legs she froze.

  “No.” She shook her head and pulled the bra back to cover her breasts. “Stop, Liam. Stop.”

  He immediately let go of her jeans and sat staring at her.

  “Sophia…”

  “You have to go.”

  He hung his head. “Don’t kick me out.”

  “I shouldn’t have let you kiss me. Or touch me.” She wiggled out from under him and leaned toward the floor to retrieve her sweater.

  “Don’t do this. Don’t beat yourself up for feeling good.”

  Her eyes flashed to his. He could read the guilt and hurt as clearly as if it were stamped on her forehead.

  “How can you say that?” Her eyes misted.

  “Hey, hey.” He cupped her face in his hands. “I’m not saying it’s easy moving on. I would never say that. But look at me and tell me you weren’t enjoying yourself.” He raised his eyebrows.

  She huffed.

  “You can’t because you liked it, Soph. You like what I can make you feel.” He kissed behind her ear, knowing it would make her shiver. “And deep down you know I can do a lot more than that.”

  “Stop doing that. Stop confusing me with your body.” She tucked her knees up to her chest.

  “Aren’t you the least little bit curious how we would feel together?” He kissed along her neck.

  Her lips parted with a sigh. “No.”

  He smiled. “Well I am. You’re all I can think about.” He tipped his forehead to hers. “I want you so badly I can taste it. I dream about it. I fantasize about taking you in my arms. I picture what it would be like to bite you.” Her breath quickened and her blood pumped wildly in her veins. “I see you when I close my eyes. I imagine making you mine.”

  He planted a kiss on her cheek before standing next to the bed.

  She looked up at him. “You’re actually leaving?”

  He nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  He strolled out of her bedroom, praying he had just made the right decision, and that it was the only way to end up in Sophia’s bed forever.

  13

  Sophia

  It had been a sleepless night. The kind that made Sophia regret every decision from the past two days forward and backward. Had she led Liam on? Was she misleading herself? Was there even a chance she wanted him?

  His words were hot. So hot she almost panted out loud.

  She stared at the clock. After tossing for three hours, she gave up and walked down to the kitchen. The least she could do was get an early start on the baking. Sundays had an easiness to them she always liked.

  She turned on the radio and sang as she rolled out the dough for a batch of fresh biscuits. It was the only day during the week she made ham and cheese biscuits. They were usually sold out before ten.

  The problem was that she couldn’t sort through her feelings while Liam was near. She knew that was what he wanted. He wanted to seduce her with his charm—with his insanely good looks. Only a few more minutes with him last night, and he would have had her begging him to take her.

  She rolled out the dough, making the center even, then focusing on the corners. She had been close. Close enough that she pictured what he would look like naked. What he
would feel like filling her. What he would sound like growling her name. What it would feel like when he bit her, claiming her for his own.

  She reached for her neck, remembering the spot Noah had bitten. There was only a faint scar now.

  Then she thought about what Liam did. He had left. Every time she refused him, he listened. He never pushed her. He never forced her. She narrowed her eyes. He was getting in her head.

  She placed the rolling pin on the counter and flipped the dough over to give a pass to the other side.

  Would it be terrible if she went on one date? Just one date with a hot guy who promised her a good time. Could she do that?

  She chewed on her lip, pressing the dough into the counter. It was almost too thin. She had to pound it back into a ball and start over.

  If she let Liam into her life, she knew it wouldn’t be as simple as a date. He wouldn’t stop with that. He wasn’t going to stop until he claimed her. The clan was putting pressure on him. She sighed, reaching for the biscuit cutter. There was no easy answer.

  She lined the biscuits into six rows and slid the baking sheet into the oven. In a few minutes, the entire kitchen would smell like warm bread. She smiled, knowing there were still some things she could count on.

  She set the timer and began filling the top of the coffee pot.

  * * *

  She wasn’t surprised when Liam arrived before the first customer.

  “Good morning.” He smiled.

  She hadn’t figured out what to do about him, but when she saw him her body instantly betrayed her. She grinned wider than she thought possible. “Good morning.”

  He noticed.

  “Can I get a cup of coffee?” he asked.

  “I guess so,” she joked. This time, she walked to the coffee pot and poured a cup for him.

  “It smells amazing in here.” He looked around the kitchen.

  The biscuits had been assembled and were in the front cabinet. She held up one she had saved for him. “Fresh biscuit?”