Bear Meets Girl Page 11

Dammit! That was not what he meant!

See? This was the problem. The woman was completely throwing him off. Damn her.

And who the hell was she exactly and why was she here in what Crush now considered “his” house?

Calm down, he told himself. She hadn’t even recognized him. Mother of the Year had barely glanced at him, so it was nothing. Apparently, she woke up with a lot of naked men she didn’t know, so how could she remember just one? So he wouldn’t even think about it. Nope. He wouldn’t think about it ... or her. It was not a big deal that feline was here. He wasn’t sure why he was freaking out at all.

Calmer, Crush sat back and, wondering if they had a soda machine somewhere on this floor, heard feet running just before the feline leaped into his lap with her ratty sweats and delicious scent.

“Hi!” she chirped loudly, her arms loose around Crush’s neck, her tight butt wiggling on his cock. “So how’s my boyfriend? My cute, adorable boyfriend.”

Boyfriend? Crush stared at the woman. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you remember Sunday morning? You. Me.” Her voice dropped lower. “Alone?”

“Yes. I remember. I’m also trying to forget.”

“You are so cute. Just as cute as ... something.” She paused a moment, glancing off. “Hhmmh. What is worthy of your level of cuteness?”

“I am not cute.”

“You are cute.” She pinched his cheek. “Just adorable with that vicious scowl. Bet you scare all the bad guys.”

“Now you’re being condescending.”

“Can’t help it. It’s in my DNA. Like my stripes.”

A She-wolf with cold yellow eyes stepped up to the desk. “Ain’t ya gonna introduce us?” she asked the feline, and what backwoods did they dig this chick up from?

The feline wrapped her arms around his chest and snuggled close, making him want to toss her off and pull her closer. Should he be having two emotions at once? That didn’t seem normal or a good idea. At all.

“Can’t introduce ya,” the feline admitted.

“Why not?”

“Don’t know his name.”

“Snuggling up to a man y’all don’t know. My momma was right. Yankees are whores.”

“Well, I know him,” MacDermot volunteered.

The She-wolf stared at her. “So?”

“You said y’all.”

“I didn’t say ‘all y’all.’ So I wasn’t talking to you.”

“I don’t understand your country-speak,” MacDermot complained, dropping into the desk chair across from Crush.

“Can you get off me now?” Crush asked the feline, trying not to flip out completely. Not easy with his cock beginning to twitch. How dare it twitch! He controlled every organ on his body, but especially that one!

“ButI’m comfortable.” The feline stuck her nose against his neck and he felt that touch all the way to his toes. “You smell nice,” she murmured.

The She-wolf snorted and MacDermot cringed.

“So”—the feline leaned back and gazed up into his face—“when are we going out?”

Now? “Never. Never’s a good time to go out.”

She rolled her eyes, annoyed. “Well, I can’t marry you until we go out. Duh.”

Duh? Did she just say “duh” during the course of an adult conversation?

“We are not going—”

“Because we both know you adore me.”

“I don’t adore anyone. And I blame you for this, MacDermot.”

“Me? What did I do?”

“You married that goddamn cat who gave me those goddamn Jello-O shots.”

“You didn’t have to take them.”

“But they were tasty,” the feline confirmed. “Especially the black cherry one.”

“Well, well,” the She-wolf said. “I can’t believe me and Ric missed those fancy Jell-O shots.”

“You don’t come to my party,” MacDermot snapped, “and then you make fun of it?”

“Yep.”

“Would someone,” Crush barked, when the feline began to rub her nose against his neck, “remove this feline?”

“Just toss her off,” MacDermot suggested.

Appalled, he said, “I can’t just throw off a woman.”

“Awww,” all three females sighed, which made Crush snarl.

“Isn’t he cute when he snarls and scowls like that?” the She-tiger asked the others. “I think he is just so adorable!”

“Not really,” the She-wolf answered. “Looks kinda mean . . . and angry.”

“No,” the feline argued. “That’s grizzlies. Grizzlies are mean and angry. He’s a polar. They mostly look placid ... and adorable!” She nodded. “We’re dating!”

“We are not dating.”

“He’s just shy.”

“I am not shy.”

MacDermot shook her head. “He ain’t shy.”

“You three get back in here!” Gentry yelled from her office. “And leave the new polar alone!”

“But I’m comfortable,” the feline whined.

Thankfully the She-wolf took pity on him and grabbed the feline by the hair, yanking her off Crush’s lap. The feline roared and swung her fist, hitting the She-wolf in the chest. The She-wolf hit her back and Crush could tell by the sounds of contact that these two females were not, in any way, holding back with each other. And something about the mini-brawl looked familiar to him, but he didn’t know why and was too annoyed to even bother thinking about it.

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