Page 35 of Sawyer

“The bear, yes.” Shit. “Sin scared off the bear. Apparently, I stumbled upon a nest.”

“And he took care of you?”

“Yes, he brought me back here and iced my leg.”

“Ankle.”

“Yes, thank you. He iced my ankle.”

He smiles, and it’s utterly devastating. “And that’s when you landed on his dick?”

The words are so shocking coming out of his kissable lips that all I can do is stare at him.

“Sawyer, when I said you smell like Sin, I mean I can smell him dripping down your leg.” His hands slide down to my hips, which is very presumptuous of him. “And I know Sin.”

“So this is a one-night stand caused by a bear?” I squeak out. I’ve been doing that a lot lately, which is not looking good for me as a journalist.

“There are a few holes in your story,” he says, his eyes darting to the SUV.

Rumor’s SUV.

“Stolen,” I say far too quickly to feel genuine.

He hums disapprovingly. “How does Rumor fit into all of this?”

Before he can guess, I carry on, because I’m in this now. “Turns out Rumor was the bear. Went all berserker out there in the forest.”

“So, just so we are on the same page, can you clarify when all this went down?” he asks.

I am never getting out of here on my own. Deflated, I say, “Afternoon?” because it’s no more an answer as it is a question.

The door opens behind me, and I can smell Sin before I feel him grip my hips and pull me back against him. I’ll never learn about the other plot holes now.

He buries his nose in my hair, and I swear he scents me. “Tricky gamma, running from me.”

“Sin, are you naked?” I ask, glancing sheepishly up at the alpha before me.

“Yep.” He pops the word before addressing the other alpha. “Bryn, I was wondering when you were going to come in. Thanks for catching my girl here.”

“I’m not your girl,” I snark.

“Until you’re safe, you are my girl, or do you need a reminder of last night?” He thrusts his hips into my ass for emphasis. “I love you wearing my clothing.”

Behind him, Rumor clears his throat. “Bryn.”

“You must be the bear.” Bryn looks down at me. “Or was he a wolf?”

“Any chance we can start over?” I feel heat flooding my cheeks.

“Nope,” he says, “but why don’t we go in and get out of the cold?” His eyes dart to my chest, where my nipples are saying hello to him.

Sin drags me back inside, whispering, “You’ll pay for that later.” Stepping back, he slaps my ass.

Coffee. If I can’t get out of this situation, I will need massive amounts of coffee. Turning around, I come face-to-face with Sin and all his nakedness. I point at his dick and say, “Down, boy.” Tossing my cash, phone, and Rumor’s keys back in the little bowl, I walk off.

Sin’s laughter wraps around me as I head to the kitchen and rifle through all his cabinets in search of coffee.

“So you’re my babysitter,” Sin comments.

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