Theirs to Bear: Icy Cap Den #3 (Alaskan Den Men) by Jennifer Hilt

Author:Jennifer Hilt [Hilt, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mister Rochester Press
Published: 2016-07-18T18:30:00+00:00

5

Tristan

As I sent Liv back to town on the ATV, I shifted into my ice bear. For the next twelve hours, I hunted far from town to escape the wind blowing her scent to me. She hadn’t suffered any serious injury when I found her on that ledge. It could’ve crumpled at any time. I could have lost her. Again.

I was on her back step by midmorning the following day. I had to see her. It was as if a giant magnet pulled me to her.

Liv pushed her back door open. “Come on in.”

“You look beautiful.” I gaped. “Turn around. Slowly.” Liv wore a white halter top with a deep V-neck and no discernable sign of a bra. Under my gaze, her nipples hardened beneath the sheer cotton. Snug black shorts clung to her perfect ass. There was no way she could possibly be wearing panties.

This was not typical Icy Cap spring attire.

“Took you long enough to get here. I’ve got to run to Barrow,” she said.

“Dressed like that?”

“It’s Barrow.”

“My point exactly. Barrow makes any images you have of the Wild West look like a tidy theme park.” My hand slid up her back, feeling her shiver under my touch. I fingered her halter tie. It’d be so easy to pull the knot loose and watch the ties fall away, revealing her magnificent breasts. Too much, too soon. My cock twitched. Wearing jeans was a mistake.

“I need supplies,” she said.

“Now?”

“I can’t just wait around for you to show up. You want to come with?” She sidestepped around me, heading down the steps.

I wanted to fuck her senseless, not watch her shop. But I’d been wanting to do the former for so many years, the wait probably wouldn’t kill me. We should be taking things slow anyway. That was what I’d come here to tell her.

Hanging her returned thong from yesterday on the back doorknob, I pulled the door closed. Looking at Liv, waiting for me on the driveway around the back of her house, I froze.

She stood next to Icy Cap’s most rusted vintage pickup truck. It was the kind of old green Ford that would be pretty in a picture with flowers growing out of where the removed engine block had been, like, forty years ago.

“What is that?” I stalked over to her, wincing from the way my cock wedged up against my jeans.

“My new truck. What does it look like?”

“There’s nothing about that truck that’s new.”

“It’s new to me.”

“That’s going to get you to Barrow?”

“Probably not,” Liv agreed. “That’s why I’m taking these.” She held up jumper cables, looking like a priestess making an offering, before throwing the cables in the back of the truck.

“Those only help if the battery dies, and you need something to charge it with.”

She hopped through the open door, then outlined her lips with a red lipstick and pouted in the side mirror. “I may have to suck some dick in exchange for repairs. How do I look?”

I wasn’t even aware of the

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