A Bear Goal: BBW Hockey Werebear Mail-Order Bride Romance (Puck Bear Brides Book 3) by Nowlan Anya

Author:Nowlan, Anya [Nowlan, Anya]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2016-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sable

When he kissed her, it felt like a fireball passed through Sable, starting from the top of her head and then shooting out from the bottom of her feet. It was like San Diego all over again, but three times as hot and she couldn’t exactly pinpoint why that was, but she didn’t exactly care that moment either.

I shouldn’t be doing this, rung through her head, a silly notion that she quickly discarded because, well… fuck that noise.

She had a hot hockey bear to do horrible things to and she intended to get to that before her silly brain caught up with her again. Heath seemed to be thinking much the same way, because her tongue had just been shoved into his mouth when his hands were already on the zipper of her winter jacket, pulling it open while throwing his seat back.

The smooth and efficient way he made that move with the seat told Sable that he’d either been thinking about doing that since she got in the truck with him that morning or otherwise he was far too well versed in the inner workings of the seat mechanics of a Ford F-150. She chose to believe the former and climbed on his lap without a second thought, throwing off her jacket while he shrugged out of his as well.

It was a flurry of hands and laughs as they tore one another’s clothes off, only parting to stop their kisses when a shirt or a cardigan needed to come off someone’s head. By the way Heath was looking at her, he was more than willing to rip off her clothes with his teeth if he had to. A couple of moments later she was grinding up against him, her pussy soaking through her panties as she dry-humped him like they were teenagers in his dad’s stolen Cadillac.

It sort of felt like it, too. A little forbidden, a bit frowned upon. The star of one hockey team and a girl who kept the Predators at her fingertips because she controlled their supply lines. The two sides that shouldn’t meet.

Okay, it wasn’t exactly Romeo and Juliet, the Montagues and the Capulets, but it was close enough and it felt hot.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Sable murmured through a grin as Heath nipped at her lower lip, undoing the clasp on her black sports bra and tossing it over his shoulder into the back seat.

“Yeah? You think so?” he asked, kissing her chin and then sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the swollen nub stuck between his teeth in a maddening way. “You want me to stop?” he asked, his words muffled slightly by what he was doing.

“Only if you want your leg broken by the next game. I can kick really hard,” Sable gasped, arching her back.

Heath chuckled through that but he did as he was told, two hands on her tits now, kneading them and letting them fill his rough palms. Sable reached

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