Page 29 of Bearly Taken

“If I texted you, I was going to come after you.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious, Beautiful. You can ask Hudson. He listened to me go on and on about how much I wanted you for years.”

She studied me for a moment before saying, “Alright, where’s your phone?”

I lifted us up long enough to slip it out of my pocket and give it to her. My hand tried to force its way to those perfect little breasts, but I set it back on her waist quickly.

She found Hudson’s number and called him without hesitation. He answered halfway through the third ring.

“Hey, Reed.”

“It’s Wren, actually,” my mate said. “I have a quick question for you.”

“Alright, go for it.”

“Did Reed ever mention me when he was away from Cub Lake?”

Hudson snorted. “The bastard moped around constantly until we riled him up enough to get your name out of him. The moping never ended. We thought he just wanted you—if we’d known he mated you, we would’ve pushed him back to Cub Lake sooner. Hell, we tried to push him back to you even without knowing you were mated.”

“Thanks, Hudson. Have a goodnight.”

“You too. Tell Reed he’d better treat you right.”

“He does.”

Her words made me feel like a fucking hero.

She hung up, and set my phone down on the floor next to us. “It sounds like you were thinking about me.”

“Always.”

“I thought about you all the time too. I was mad—but mostly hurt.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve come back much sooner.”

“And I should’ve told you. We both messed up, but you’re here now. We’re together. And you’re not leaving.”

“The only way you’re getting rid of me is if you kill me.”

She smacked me lightly on the arm. “That’s not funny. You know I would never hurt you.”

“Except through rejection.”

She swatted me again. “I didn’t reject you.”

“I dared you to use your vibrator to give me a reason to come back in here and have my way with you. You never did.”

“I’m trying to have boundaries, remember?” She moved a little on my lap, lining the ridge of my cock up right where she wanted me. I throbbed, and the scent of her desire flooded the room.

“Why do we need them?” I asked.

“I don’t know anymore,” she breathed. “Fear?”

“Fuck fear.”

“You’re better at that than I am.”

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