Page 24 of Just Right
I should be sleeping.
After the way Finn made up for spending most of the day tending to the hive, preparing for the upcoming change in season, I should be exhausted.
I’m not. If anything, I’m ready and raring to go again.
Not my ‘little bear’. I’ve exhausted him happily. His arm was heavy on my waist when my impulsive nature has me kissing the top of his hand before easing it aside so that I could slip out of his bed. He didn’t stir thankfully. He just let out a soft exhale as I tucked the quilt around him.
Then, without looking back—just in case I lost my nerve—I padded barefoot out of his room, made a pit stop in the water closet, then approached the room next door to Finn’s.
I knew exactly where I was going, and when I see that the door is left ajar?
I know that I’ve beenexpected.
Taking a deep breath, I tiptoe inside. Grabbing the doorhandle, I close the door behind me.
The first thing I notice is that there is a single oil lamp running on his nightstand, a flame climbing high, throwing orange light on the male waiting for me in the bed.
His bed… I remember that, of the three in the cabin, Colt’s was the softest. Layers of furs, pillows and blankets, sheets that smelled like woodsmoke and sin. Then I met him, and I couldn’t help but think that it was too soft for someone like him.
At first, at least. Now? Now I know better.
Colt likes soft things, but despite his more aggressive nature, he has a soft side, too. I don’t have a brush, but on more than one occasion, he’s used his claws to untangle the knots in my curls. When he realized that I like apples, he ventures further into the woods so that there is always a fresh supply for me to choose from if I get peckish. As cocky and demanding as he is, he also takes every chance to brush up against me, breathing me in, touching me… and I don’t just mean in that possessive way he did when he was ready to take me up against the tree.
Though, as I lock eyes with him, I’m hoping that that’s exactly how he’d like to touch menow.
Colt is currently sprawled out across his bed, hands behind his head, eyes on me expectantly like he’s been waiting for me.
Oh. And he’snaked.
That’s not so unusual. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about shifters, it’s that nudity doesn’t bother them. They’re naked as their bear, and they come out of any of their shifts without a stitch of clothing on. Besides, the three of them live alone in a secluded part of a mythical forest. It’s not often they have company on their territory, and they don’t have some freaky incest thing going on, so what does it matter if they’re naked?
But the way his cock is on display, his body propped up so that I can’t miss it among the piles of blankets and furs?
Yeah… he’s been waiting for me.
His lips curve upward, no hint of his bear’s fangs. I don’t fall for it, though. The Brown brothers, whether they’re in their skin or their fur, arealwaysbears.
“Little thief, sneaking into the night… I was wondering how long you were going to sleep alone.” His eyes flash in the lamplight. “Or how long Finn was going to keep you all to himself. Doesn’t he know that brothers should share?”
There’s a whisper of something dark in his otherwise light-hearted tease. Part dare, part something else entirely, I know that I made the right decision coming here tonight when he mentions ‘sharing’ as cavalierly as he does.
He knows that I just left his brother’s bed. Sure, I cleaned up a little before coming here, but if the hungry look on his face is anything to go by… he doesn’t give a shit.
He’s more than happy to share.
Well. In that case…
Trying my best to sound as bold and brash as Colt usually does, I remind him, “You said that you’d never let me leave your bed, knowing I was in it once.”
He raises his eyebrows, though I’m not sure that’s more because I climbed on top of his bed, hurriedly straddling him awkwardly before I sunk down into the mattress, or because of my reminder.
His hands land on my thighs. Despite his smirk, his fingers are trembling slightly. “I meant it, Aurelia.”
No, no, no… Colt might call me ‘Aurelia’ instead of ‘Goldie’ because he can be contrary like that, but when we’re together… “Aren’t I your little thief, Colton?”
He shudders. “Fuck me. You don’t have to steal what I’m happy to give away.”
I let out a soft laugh. “Well, I’m glad to hear that.” I plant my hand on his chest, using my thumb to rub the space between his pecs. “And I’d love to take you up on that offer.”
