Page 6 of Bound to Two Bears

Carson walked behind the two massive men, spying the glorious scenery around him. The pines grew twenty, thirty feet into the air, the evergreen branches thick with needles. In the distance, a beautiful lake shimmered as the sun indeed peeked out and turned the water into a glimmering show. On the other, the mountains rose into the heavens. Everything was just as picturesque as they’d shown online, if not better. Yet his stare kept drifting to the men walking ahead of him instead.

Calling Royce a bear of a man was an understatement. He had to be at least six and a half feet of pure muscle. He had thick, curling dark hair and a thick beard to match—and both only made him appear all the more menacing.

Menacing might not be the right word for it.

Dangerous, but not in the way Carson typically defined danger.

He gazed down at his cock still tenting his pants, confused why he’d gotten hard seconds after the two had appeared in the lobby. A scent of something had tickled his nose. It had wrapped around him and captured him within seconds. He was filledwith a desire that felt both rightandwrong. Carson wasn’t gay. Wasn’t bi. He’d never felt attracted to another man in his life. Yet… all he could think about was having the two men touch him.

All over.

The desire to kneel at their feet and surrender roared within.

That wasn’t him. He pulled the edge of his sweatshirt down to cover his erection.

He didn’t feel himself. Hadn’t since he’d laid eyes on them. The impulse to flee screamed within.

While the need to stay was even more powerful.

“You truly picked the perfect cabin,” Royce said, looking over his shoulder. His hazel gaze roved over Carson’s face a moment too long. “It’s my personal favorite.”

Royce was most definitely checking him out, as was Jared.Two big, hairy gay bears up on Bear Mountain.It was almost cliché. Too bad for them both. Carson was straight as an arrow.

No matter how much he wanted to explore those nig, muscled bodies.

Fuck. Stop it.

Stop looking at their asses.

They led Carson to a large ATV. Jared lowered Carson’s bags into the back and Royce climbed behind the wheel.

“Hop on in,” Royce said, staring across at him.

Jared slipped onto the backseat, his gaze locked on Carson.

“I thought this place was all about hiking and roughing it?” he asked.

“You’ll have plenty of time for hiking this weekend,” Royce murmured before flipping on the ATV’s engine. He patted the seat beside him.

Carson slid into the seat beside Royce. The man was too big. He took up more than his fair share of the bench seat. Carson tried to keep his thigh from touching Royce’s, but as they jostled up the steep dirt and gravel path, the bumps forced Carson against the thick wall of muscle.

Royce put off a ton of heat, too. Carson could feel it seeping into his side.

He noted Royce taking in a deep breath every so often, so he did so himself. The air was clean and fresh. It had been too long since he’d been out of the city, and he wasn’t used to no smog. The pine scent was a delight.

“So why did you come alone?”

Carson glanced at his side, thrown by the question. It was a bit personal. So why did he feel the need to answer it?

“My girlfriend and I… we just split up. She’d planned this trip so we could work on us, but it seems we were beyond fixing.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jared said from the backseat.

Carson wasn’t so sure the man was. “I probably shouldn’t have come, but there was no point in wasting the trip. I think we both needed a little space, too.”

“Girlfriend, hmm? I assumed you might’ve had a boyfriend,” Royce asked.

“I don’t swing that way,” Carson said, pulling the bottom of his sweatshirt down again to cover the tent in his pants.

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