“I, um, uh…”
Words escaped her. She took a long drink from her beer, glared at Max — who chuckled in response — and tried again.
“Well, my life certainly isn’t as interesting as yours. After college, I needed a job to start paying back my student loans, so I took a ‘temporary’ gig working as a receptionist at an ad agency. Five years later and I’ve made it as far as marketing assistant, surfing a desk while my ass grows bigger every day.”
“Mmm, lucky for me,” Max said, waggling his eyebrows at her. She blushed. It was weird to have a guy compliment her on her big butt, which is what she’d just been wishing for. This guy was a dream come true. Don’t screw this up, Bethany!
“What did you study in school?”
Bethany rolled her eyes, embarrassed that she was one of those people whose degrees didn’t match her career, such as it was. “What every clueless college student studies — psychology.”
Max laughed but quickly grew serious. “You know, that’s not as useless as you might imagine. You have a deeper insight into how people tick than the average Joe…or Jane,” he conceded as she got visibly ruffled at the male-centric remark. “That can work to your advantage in lots of areas of your life.”
She smiled weakly, thinking that maybe she should have analyzed herself somewhere along the line. But she was here now, enjoying a nice dinner with a sexy man who was apparently into her. Her pulse picked up and she suddenly warmed up at the knowledge.
“And your family, what about them?”
Bethany rolled her eyes again, but this time comically. “I grew up with three brothers, all of them older. My poor mom wanted me to be a girly girl so much, but I idolized by big brothers and became a tomboy. I flatly refused to wear the frilly pink dresses she bought me, and I think it broke her heart a little. I didn’t mean to, of course, but I feel bad about that now.”
“So your brothers treated you well?”
She warmed at the memory of growing up in a house full of protective boys. “They were total pains in the ass sometimes,” she laughed. “But they loved me and always protected me. I hated it when I got interested in boys, but I guess it’s kinda cool they cared so much.”
Giggles gripped her at a memory. “What’s so funny?”
Tears streamed down her face as she explained. “Danny Cannon asked me to the prom and when he was dropping me off, my brothers scared the shit out of him. We’re standing there on the porch at that awkward moment when the boy’s supposed to kiss the girl, and just as he’s leaning in — so awkward!…” She broke into laughter again.
“I’m dying here! What did they do?”
Taking a deep breath, she continued. “One by one, they stepped out from behind something — the corner of the house, a tree, a rhododendron, whatever — and just stood there staring.”
“That was it? I can tell you, a few staring brothers wouldn’t stop me from kissing you at the door.” A flush of pleasure heated Bethany’s skin at the compliment.
“Oh, did I forget to mention they were all holding baseball bats?”
Max burst out laughing. “Oh, shit! I bet poor Danny had to change his shorts after that.”
Bethany looked down to pick her fingernails, her humor fading a little. “I wouldn’t know. That was the last time he ever spoke to me. I never did get asked out much in high school because of them…well, I hope it was because of them.”
Max slipped a finger under her chin and lifted her face until their eyes locked. “It most definitely was.”
Bethany thought her heart would melt, if it didn’t burst first, from the heat his index finger transmitted into her body. Jumping into the sack right now sounded brilliant but she was really enjoying getting to know him better. It took a herculean effort but she was able to pull back a bit and take a deep breath.
“What about you, Max? What’s your story?
He blinked and looked off into the woods, thinking. Bethany was struck by his handsome profile but, more than that, the profound sense of calm that oozed from him. Calm and something else…sadness, maybe?
“It’s not a fairy tale, that’s for sure. Well, it was until my parents were murdered when I was teenager.”
Bethany gasped. “Oh my God, Max. I’m so sorry.” She laid a hand on his forearm resting on the little redwood picnic table. Pinpricks of electricity tickled her palm. He glanced down and covered it with his own, his thumb mindlessly stroking her skin as he continued his story.
“The murderer escaped and hasn’t been found. That was a pretty rough patch, but Uncle Chet and the rest of our community stood up and took me in.”
He shrugged, keeping his eyes trained on the woods. Bethany’s heart broke for him and tears started welling. She couldn’t imagine losing her family, much less when she was so young and in need of their guidance. They may not have been perfect parents but they loved and supported her, and they helped her be the person she was today. Her brothers would have raised her well, but it wouldn’t have been the same.
At her sniffle, Max turned and smiled sadly, stroking her hand to comfort her. I should be comforting him, not the other way around, she thought, shaking away the melancholy and smiling back.
“Well, isn’t this some happy shit?!” The sound of Chet’s angry voice made them both jump and look around to the back gate as he stormed in. “Can I ask just what the fuck is going on here?”
Max blinked in surprise and reddened at Chet’s words. “Um, Chet, I was just…”
“Yeah, I know what you were doing, Maxy-boy. And you shouldn’t be doing it with this…” He looked Bethany up and down, and snorted with disgust, “…girl.”
Bethany’s blood boiled. Who was this asshole?! He’d never been anything but hostile toward her since he bought the duplex, and she could think of no good reason for it. She was finally feeling good about herself and she wasn’t going to let this fat slob ruin it all. On top of all that, she knew exactly how it felt to have have your older protector berate you unjustly, and she wasn’t about to let Chet treat Max like that.
“What shouldn’t he be doing, Chet? Huh? What exactly do you see going on here? Neighbors barbecuing? Shocking!” She gasped in mock outrage, slapping her hands to her cheeks. Chet was stunned, no doubt because she’d never said boo to him. Well, by golly, now was that time.
“You sneak back here and interrupt a perfectly wonderful evening because you think Max has some nefarious plan for me? Well, would it surprise you to discover that maybe it was me who has the nefarious plan? And please do tell me why it’s any of your business in the first place, Chet. Huh?”
He just stared at her, a look of horror on his face. Knowing she had the advantage for the moment, she shot up out of her seat, startling Chet into taking a step back. “Well, Chet? What do you have to say for yourself?”
She advanced slowly toward him, her hand planted on her hips in defiance. He edged back toward the gate, nervously glancing between her and Max, who’d sat back in his chair, his arms crossed against his chest. Bethany could see out of the corner of her eye that he was grinning.
“Why are you looking at him, Chet? Look at me! I didn’t invite you here and it’s none of your concern who I have dinner with. And this may come as a surprise to you, but Max is a grown man who can also have dinner with whomever he chooses, regardless of whether you approve.”
She’d advanced on him as he did his best to stand his ground. She was thiiiis close to poking him in the chest hard, but she sensed that would be a bad idea. His eyes were shifting around, looking for escape, and a low rumbling was coming from him. She could smell his anxiety, which was probably just the sheen of sweat that had broken out on his face.
“Chet, I appreciate that you’re Max’s uncle and my landlord, but if you enter my private living space uninvited again, I’ll call the cops so fast you won’t know what hit you…besides the frying pan. Now go!”
Her arm shot out pointing in the direction Chet could go to take his flying leap. He blink
ed at her a couple of times before sniffing and sulking off around the corner of the house.
Her body started shaking as she lowered her arm. She was exhilarated and relieved at the same time. It had been a long time since she’d stood up for herself, and after months of taking truckloads of crap from Chet, she felt like a new woman. But there was an undercurrent of something else she was having trouble identifying. Like she’d just faced down a great foe, or something.
Off to her left, Max started clapping. She blushed and glanced over at him. He was giving her a standing ovation. “Brava, maestra!”
Waving off his silliness, she returned to the picnic table. Before she could sit, Max collected her in his arms. A thrill went through her, his scent making her head spin and her core heat up. Sliding her hands up his biceps and around his neck was like skimming rock — warm, smooth, silken rock.
“You were brilliant, Bethany. Just brilliant.” His voice was as husky as she knew hers would be right now. “You’re trembling. Are you cold?”
“Uh uh,” she said, shaking her head. “Quite the opposite actually.”
He nuzzled her ear, her nipples responding in a most obvious way. She wanted him more now than ever before. They’d somehow developed a connection that was more than just physical. Her reaction to Chet had been visceral, instinctual. She was certain that making love to Max would only strengthen that bond.
But it seemed Max had other plans. He pulled back slightly. “Time for dessert?”
Dessert? How can he be thinking of dessert right now? She’d never been particularly bold with men before, but still being high on her altercation with Chet, she threw caution to the wind. “Only if by dessert you mean the kind that doesn’t involve food.”
A slow smile spread across Max’s face, then stopped. His expression turned serious. “We need to have a conversation first, Bethany.”
A cold hand clamped around her heart. Uh oh. That doesn’t sound good. “Um, okay…”
He pushed her down onto her seat and moved away from her. He raked his hand through his thick, dark hair and seemed nervous suddenly. Was he married? A fugitive? What?!
“Listen. This is going to be a difficult conversation, but the only reason we’re having it is because I like you. I mean, I like like you, you know? I really want you in my life but it wouldn’t be fair to go any farther without telling you everything. Just know that going in, okay?”
The cold hand relaxed a little, letting in some warmth from his words, but clamped back down when she saw the look on his face. He’s worried I’ll reject him, she thought. This was a strange turn of events: a hot guy worried she’d reject him.
Quit that! yelled imaginary Paul.
“Okay,” she said to both Max and her brain.
He held her gaze a moment longer before turning away. He started pacing, apparently searching for the right words. He stopped and his cinnamon brown eyes pierced her soul. “Had any strange dreams the past couple days?”
Bethany jerked with surprise. How did he know? She nodded slowly, not sure where he was going.
“Well, what would you say if I told you that you weren’t dreaming?”
“Of course I was dreaming. And you don’t even know what my dream was about!” Fear gripped her heart for some unfathomable reason. There’s no way he could know what her dream was, yet she was terrified that he would.
“I think I do,” he replied quietly. He crossed back to her, kneeling down in front of her. He picked up her hands, his thumbs gently stroking her knuckles. “Did you see a large animal walking toward the duplex the other night?”
The blood drained from her face and her stomach dropped. “How…?”
Ignoring her half question, he continued. “And was that animal a bear?”
Bethany focused her gaze on his thumbs brushing across her skin. If she looked into his eyes she might lose her mind.
“And did the bear morph into something that looked suspiciously like me?”
This made no sense. That was a dream! But then how did he know? She hadn’t told a soul about it. Just what the fuck was going on here?!
Anger took the place of fear and Bethany yanked her hands from his grasp. “What kind of game are you playing?” she yelled at him, whipping her head around. “Where’s the camera? Is this some kind of sick Punk’d thing?”
Frantic, she stood, intent on getting away from this insanity. Too fast, as it turned out, because the moment she was upright, her world tilted on its axis and everything went black.
“Hey, gorgeous, feeling better?” A cool, damp rag mopped at her forehead as her brain unscrambled the words into some structure she understood. Oh! Max was asking if she was feeling better. Max. Why was Max leaning over her? She saw concern in his eyes but couldn’t remember what happened or how she’d ended up lying on his couch.
Her eyes found the laughing African mask and everything came rushing back to her. “Hey! What the…” She struggled to sit up but he gently pressed her back into the cushions.
“Hold on, Bethany, you just had quite a shock. You should chill here for a sec.”
“Shock?! Yeah, I’m shocked that you would go to such elaborate measures to prank me. That is pretty shocking. I thought you were a good guy, Max.”
She was fuming, had never been so angry. Just when she opened herself up to the possibility that a nice guy could like her, BLAM! He proved he was just another asshole. If she hadn’t been so mad, she would have cried.
“Wait, what? No, Bethany, there was no prank. I would never do that to you.”
The sincerity in his voice stopped her efforts to get up, and she settled back down. She didn’t know what kind of stunt he was pulling but she decided to hear him out.
“Explain.”
A smile flickered on his lips at her bossiness but was whisked away when he saw the look on her face. “Yes, ma’am.”
He sat back but kept his seat on the edge of the couch, effectively penning her in. One hand stroked her arm as he started talking. At first she found his touch distracting, but as his words sank in, everything around her disappeared.
“I’m a member of a clan of werebears,” he was saying. “We’re sort of like werewolves but without the bad reputation because so few humans know we exist. That and we’re a dying breed. There are only a few hundred small clans left around the world. We can shift at will, and most of us do our best to fit into regular society.”
He waited for a reaction but Bethany just lay there, motionless and expressionless.
“Friday night I was returning from exploring the woods. You’d raved about them so I wanted to check them out, make sure they were safe for you to walk in alone. It was stupid of me to shift out in the open but I’d heard something in the woods and didn’t want to be left unprotected. Besides, as you saw, I was naked.”
His smirk did nothing to change her face, which remained blank.
“Say something. Please?”
“Why are you telling me this?” She wasn’t even sure he could hear her, she’d spoken so softly. But he did.
“I told you. Because I want you in my life, if you’ll have me. I felt an instant connection with you when we met and it’s only grown since. I could have pretended I was just a regular guy — I know plenty of bears who’ve passed their entire lives as humans — but I never want to hide anything from you.”
“Uh huh.” Try as she might to contain them, tears started slipping down her face. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to be telling the truth — because, how awesome was his last statement? — or lying — because, um, werebear?
“You don’t believe me, do you? Don’t you remember seeing me shift?”
“It was a dream.”
“Do I need to do it again?”
“Yes. Yes, I think you do. Prove it to me.”
“Shit.” He grabbed two handfuls of his hair and tugged in exasperation. “Okay, but don’t be scared. I’m perfectly in my right mind in my shifted form. Okay?”
Bethany nodded
, her brows furrowing. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. She’d expected to call his bluff but now he was stepping away from her and pushing the table off to the side. This couldn’t be for real. Could it?
In an instant her question was answered. Max’s warm eyes were staring back at her from the face of an enormous brown bear. She tried to catch her breath to scream, but before she could, he morphed back to Max.
“Don’t scream, it’s me, it’s Max!”
He rushed to her side and gathered her up in his strong arms. His hands stroked her hair as she trembled in his embrace. The wild animal odor of his bear form hung heavy in the room. Slowly, her shuddering eased, and she just lay nestled in his arms.
Thoughts tripped over each other as she tried to make sense of things. Max was a werebear. She believed that to be true because her eyes saw his transformation…twice. She’d grown to care for him beyond the initial physical attraction, that much she knew. She could only assume he was telling the truth about his feelings for her. Otherwise, why bare his soul, yuk yuk yuk.
She was clearly losing her marbles.
Pulling back to look into his face, a question grew in her eyes.
“What is it? What do you need to know? Ask me anything.”
She gnawed on her lower lip a moment, not sure how to phrase it. “Um…so, um, can werebears and humans still…you know.”
He brushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes, tracing her eyebrow with one finger. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
As he lowered his lips toward hers, she sucked in a sharp breath and he paused. He searched her face for her agreement to continue. A slight nod of her head and he was on her.
His hot lips burned into hers, claiming them as his. A passion she'd never known swelled within her, turning her into a bit of an animal herself. Her hands clutched his face as she devoured him right back, trying to taste every part of his mouth at the same time. She’d wanted this from the moment she first saw him and now it was happening.
Their tongues collided, slicking over one another as they danced between their lips. Breathing became secondary as touch and heat and desire battled for dominance. Gasping for air, their lips broke apart, only to trace wet lines down burning skin.
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