Page 23 of Just Right
“I’m yours,” he promises, over and over again. “Even if you go,Honig,I will always be yours.”
I believe him, too.
When it’s his turn to come, he gasps against my shoulder, burning his face against me, though he keeps his mouth closed so that his teeth don’t accidentally graze my skin. Still, he clings to me, like he usually does, as though I’m the only thing worth a damn to him.
Like he loves me.
Like I’ll shatter his heart when I go…
But that’s later.
For now, I just enjoy him while I can.
CHAPTER 7
SOFT
Ithink I always knew it wouldn’t be a one time thing. After having Finn, it becomes a ‘whenever we can be alone’ thing.
For the next three nights, I stay in Finn’s bed like I have been. Only now? He’s not sleeping outside of the door like I caught him. We’re fucking— sorry,mating. It would be ridiculous to let him learn all about pleasuring a woman while his brothers find excuses to leave the cabin—I mean, with the stacks of chopped wood growing outside, I know that’s what they’re doing—then pretend that I’m not once Colt and Rowan are home. Besides, that’s his room. Why shouldn’t he sleep in the same bed as his…
What?
Fuck it, I have no ideawhatI am.
AmI his mate? I want to say that I am. It’s true that Finn almost too innocently changes the subject without ever confirming it to me, but when I think about how darkly Rowan promised that he’d mark me with his teeth if he gave in to my temptations and joined me in that tub, then remember that Finn has been careful not to even nip me with his teeth as he learns his way around kissing with his tongue… I’m his lover, but maybe not his bonded mate.
Does that make sense? It shouldn’t. If bear shifters wait for their fated mate, and Finn fucked me after I all but threw myself at him, then Ishouldbe his mate. Does a bite—or a lack of one—change that? Does it matter? Especially when this can only last another week and a half at most and Istillneed to at least make some effort to look for Charlotte?
So busy with Finn these last few days, I’ve selfishly neglected the reason why I’m here. I guess, in a way, I’ve accepted that my odds of finding Charlotte Linden in the whole of Blackmoor when I have a bear who won’t leave my side, plus his two older brothers who are insistent that I’m not allowed to step foot off of their territory until it’s time to lead me out of the forest again are pretty small. My best chance is to just make it through the rest of the twenty-one days I promised Blackmoor, get my wish, and hope they weren’t full of shit when they said I could use it to find out what happened to my friend.
But that’s not the only thing I’ve been neglecting…
I thought that the strange fever I experienced would disappear once I took Finn as my lover. In a way, it did. That all-consuming need to fuck hasn’t come over me again; at least, not anymore than my constant arousal when Finn is near. He’s doing the best he can to satisfy me, and while I’m enjoying my time with him, it takes a few days before I admit that I… I’mnotsatisfied.
I needmore.
Fuck, I’m greedy. If I’m Finn’s mate, I shouldn’t have a wondering eye. And yet… there’s been a few times that I’ve waited until Finn needed to make a trade or tend to his bees or do some other task that Rowan’s come up with to sneak out of the cabin and go in search of Colt.
Now, do I realize that Rowan is doing everything he can to keep Finn and me apart? Yup. Is it equally as obvious that, despite the way he came between Colt and me that day in thewoods, he’s subtly pushing me toward the middle brother? Oh, yeah.
Does he watch me from the shadows of the living room like he wishes I would climb on top of his lap, join him on his stool, and kiss him as wildly as I do his youngest brother.
Uh-huh.
But it’s not Rowan that I search out. At least, not yet. Big brother is ready for Goldie, but Colt…
Every time I find him, he’s swinging his axe, sweaty and shirtless, smirking at me as he flexes his muscles, the display for me and me alone. He invites me to sit on a log, watching him work, and if our conversations are a mix of innuendo, suggestions, and me having a hard time believing that, like his brother, Colt is also a virgin… I’m enjoying this time with him while his twin is distracted.
Finn knows that this is where I spent my time when he can’t be with me. If he has a problem with me clearly flirting with his twin, I’d hope he would say something. Is this thing we have exclusive? Maybe if I was his mate, it would be. But since I’m not…
I like Finn.
I like Colt.
I like Rowan…
And I’m Goldie. Why shouldn’t I try on my three bears for size to see which one is just right?
