Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“Did you get enough pictures?” Clay walks over and holds up his phone. “I got sixty-nine pictures. Appropriate, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I’m done,” I agree and slip my phone into my back pocket, already planning my next wager with my brothers. I’m not sure what I can come up with that tops Thorne washing cars in a hot pink polka dot bikini, but I’m sure I’ll find something.
Clay isn’t done torturing our older brother. “Send me your best shots and I’ll make a collage to post on his company website.”
“That’s low. Even for you.” I glance over at Clay and smirk. “Using your job as his web designer to fuck with him.”
“It’s one of the perks of working for family,” Clay calls behind me.
That it is. At this moment, I’m glad I don’t have a website for my brother to use to fuck with me.
Later that night, I lie in bed, staring at my bedroom ceiling and wondering how to fix the damage I caused with my stupidity. My usually vocal inner bear is still pissed at me for fucking this up. He refuses to give me any more help until I fix the situation with Cora.
I’m done sulking. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to get my ass into gear winning my mate. I’m pretty sure the youngest Sweet sister is going to give me a run for my money, but I’ll do whatever it takes to win her over.
My rock-hard cock interrupts my thoughts. Fuck. Rolling out of bed, I storm naked to the bathroom and turn the shower dial to colder than a well-digger’s ass. My human side hisses as I step under the spray. Fantasies of my mate fill my mind, sending every drop of my blood straight to my cock. I reach for the girly body wash Momma Bear insists on stocking in my shower and squeeze out a handful. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around my cock. While stroking my erection, I imagine how her silky walls will feel wrapped tightly around my cock.
After several strokes, my nuts draw up tight as my spine tingles and I jerk harder. A motherfucking unsatisfying orgasm rips through me as I growl Cora’s name.
Physical satisfaction doesn’t sate my hunger for my mate, but it helps me direct my thoughts away from my erection. I end up staying up all night planning my wooing campaign. By morning, I admit I fucking need help if I don’t want to fuck this up any more than I already have.
I call the one person who can sympathize with my current condition. “What?” Clay sounds grouchier than me. He’s been refusing to discuss the state of his relationship with Bethany Sweet, but seeing them together yesterday showed me he isn’t making any more headway with her than I am with Cora.
“Meet me for breakfast at Pooh’s Diner at nine. I need your help,” I tell him and hang up before he’s able to argue. I know my older brother’s curiosity will force him to meet me.
An hour later, I pull into the diner’s parking lot and see Clay’s sparkling clean SUV parked in the back of the lot. My brother meets me at the door and growls, “It’s about time you got here.”
“Nice to see you, too.” I can’t help myself. I love pressing his buttons.
“Fuck off,” Clay growls at me before turning to the hostess. “Can we have a booth by the windows?”
“Sure.” Alice, the owner’s youngest daughter, smiles. “Follow me.” We’re well known at the diner. Clay, Thorne, and I have breakfast here weekly since it’s located right in the middle of town.
Once we order coffee, the waitress walks away, and Clay glares at me. “Now, tell me what the fuck you want.”
“I need you to help me woo my mate.” I don’t care that I sound fucking desperate.
Clay’s eyes narrow. “You’re asking the wrong goddamn brother. I can’t even figure out how to handle my own mate.” Ever since the Sweet sisters moved to town, all three of us have been acting like lovesick fools. It’s kind of embarrassing that the two of us are struggling while Thorne is basking in the glow of his new mating.
“We can’t be that bad at it,” I huff, and my bear shakes his head sadly, disagreeing with me.
“The state of our current relationships with our mates says differently.” I can’t argue with Clay’s logic. He’s not wrong.
“It’s time we do something about it,” I growl and slam my hand down on the table as determination fills me.
“When you figure out what to do, let me know.” I blow out my breath, realizing Clay isn’t going to be much help. He’s been struggling with his feelings since meeting Bethany.
Of the three of us, Clay has always been the quiet, reserved Bearly brother. Since he’s only eleven months older than me, we’ve always been close, and he usually shares his problems with me before anyone else. This time, he’s keeping his issues close to his chest.