Page 43 of My Unbearable Mate

“If you do anything else, I’ll lose my mind.”

“I haven’t done anything yet, bear.” I slid my hand down my stomach, taking my clit between my fingers. My head fell back on contact. Between Bellamy’s thrusts and my touch, I was about to go right over the edge.

I cried out as my body went into overdrive. Bellamy groaned, his shaft swelled inside me, and my body wanted to trap him there. To do what our clan had said we were destined to do all along and have him come inside me. But he managed to lift me just before he erupted.

I lay on the bed, watching him coax the rest of his release out of his body. Sweet moon, was he ever beautiful, even more so that I’d brought him to this place. That he’d accepted me exactly as I was, nowhere near perfect, and made me feel like a queen.

It had been a while since anyone had made me feel that way.

I can tell you exactly when it was.

Shut up, bear.

It was right before you sent him away…

He lay beside me, pulling me against his dewy body. I’d be forever thankful he couldn’t hear my thoughts. “Are you ready for the hot tub?”

“Depends on what you have planned there.”

“I need to clean every inch of this beautiful body.” He tipped my chin up. “I mean it, Clover. You’re beautiful.”

“You are too.”

He grinned. “Not a compliment I get often, but I’ll take it.”

He pushed himself off the mattress, turned on the faucet, and unwrapped the bath bomb that had been left for us.

“Something borrowed, something blue,” he teased as he dropped it in.

I rolled over so I could get a better view of his ass as he got the tub ready. The man was pure muscle. “We definitely can’t claim that they put us in the wrong suite now. The whole hotel probably heard us.”

“Good.” He looked at me, his expression sobering. “I’d love another chance to make you mine.”

Chapter

Nineteen

I Could Work With That

Bellamy

It was my job to put myself in dangerous situations, but I’d never been as nervous about any of it as I was right now. Fuck, I wanted Clover, but I wouldn’t grovel. She’d hate that.

For her to accept my claim after all these years would be to admit she was wrong in the first place. And that was something Clover Crowley did not do.

I might have just set myself up for major disappointment. But I had to try. I had to let her know I still wanted her now as much as I did back then.

She rose from the mattress, her copper hair wild. My bear appreciated the view as her heavy tits rose with her arms as she stretched. Her nipples were still pink and swollen from our time together. Those barbells glistened. I’d just rubbed oil over every inch of her body, but being able to appreciate her from this view… I’d never get sick of looking at her.

Her leg swung over the edge of the bed. Thick, shapely calves, and bright blue toenails. She gripped the mattress and her gaze smoldered.

“So I might like to be yours, on one condition.” She raised a brow. “Promise me you’re not doing this to get the final word against the clan.”

She said yes! But she thinks you have an ulterior motive.

I could work with that.

“I don’t care what the clan thinks.” Did I want them back? Absolutely. But there was another, much larger piece of me that would never forgive them for not fighting. For letting me cut all ties. “I just want you.”

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