Page 5 of The Bear's Chosen Mate
She was perfect.
Grudgingly, he had to admit Grandpa’s letter had helped him realize that.
Only, ever since deciding he was going to take charge of fate andpickhis mate, he’d been shut down every damn time.Over the past three months he’d been making advances, in a casual “why don’t we take this to the next stage?”kind of way.
He’d tried flirting.She’d laughed and rolled her eyes.
He’d tried stroking her arm casually while they watched a movie.Kaylee had picked up a cushion and started a pillow fight.
It seemed no matter what he attempted to move their relationship to a new stage—without getting creepy about it—she still refused to see him as anything other than a buddy.
He wasn’t about to give up, but damn…this lack of forward momentum was hard on a guy’s ego.
James sighed heavily.Truth was if she truly didn’t want him as more than a friend, he wasn’t going to bash her over the head and force her.
Bashing gently is okay,his bear offered.
No.No bashing at all,he snapped back.
Stupid bear.
It wasn’t until the hot water was streaming over him and he was lathering up that he realized his cock was upright again, as if waving to get his attention.
Only sick fucker would get flu that makes massive hard-ons, his bear told him dryly.Snarkier than usual—probably pissed at being told no bashing.
Shut up, he told his bear.
The beast was insulted enough to stay quiet, but what he wasn’t saying screamed as loud as a banshee.
What was happening to his body was not normal.James’s head was stuffed with cotton, though, and he just couldn’t seem to rememberwhyit wasn’t normal.
He wrapped a hand around his cock, intending to ease off the pressure, but the first image that popped into his brain as he began to work himself was the last time he’d caught a glimpse of Kaylee stripping to shift…
He turned the temperature down on the shower and forced his hands away.Even with the temperature as low as it would go, the heat levels in his body continued to rise.
James gave up in frustration, dripping wet as he stomped through his bedroom.He pulled on jeans, grumbling loudly as he shoved his still-erect cock behind a zipper that threatened to tattoo itself along the rock-hard length.
He stomped to the living room and clicked on the TV for a distraction.
Bad idea.
“What the—?”
The oversized screen displayed two bodies writhing on a bed.Before James could blink, the woman had rolled on top, her ample upper body undulating, hips grinding over the man’s groin as her long brown hair fell down her back, the splitting image of what Kaylee would look like if—
“Enough,” he roared.
He stomped into the kitchen, ignoring the sound of his mother’s voice in his head scolding that she was raising bears, not elephants.
Even though it was too early in the day to start drinking, he reached for a beer.He popped the top off and stood there with the door of the fridge open, cool air pouring over him as he tilted his head back and went to chug the contents.
A second later he whirled toward the sink and spewed, liquid sloshing against the sides and dribbling down his chin.
“What the fuck?”
He eyed the beer then took a suspicious sniff.
Gagrhh.
