Page 99 of The Grizzly Situation
“Oh, you didn’t know? She doesn’t read more than a few of male and female pairings. She’s hooked on two dudes getting it on. And if I ask her, she’ll read shit to me, and I’ll have those images in my head, and all I’ll see is your face and that’s just grossly awkward to me. Emphasis on the gross.”
I chuckled. “Take it as a learning opportunity. I had to hear the two of you when you were dating, so turnabout and all that.”
“You… heard that?”
“Oh, yeah. Deb can be kinda loud.”
He blew a raspberry. “Please, it’s more that I’m kinda great in bed.”
Then he smirked at me, his eyes twinkling in the softening light. A moment later he cackled and then we both broke up laughing.
“My brother-in-law is a bear. Cool, I guess.”
“You’ll learn to love it,” I promised.
He cupped my cheek, something he hadn’t done in years. “I love you, Uly. And no matter what, all I ever wanted was for you to be happy.”
“Which I am.”
“Then I am too.”
It went a long way to soothing my fear. “Let me call Brent to come get us. He’ll send the helicopter.”
“Uh… Before you do that? Could we maybe sit here a bit? You don’t get views like this in the city.”
I looked at where we were, and smiled. This was our special place, where Brent would bring me when he wanted to enjoy some quiet time, just the two of us. The looming mountains in the background, their peaks covered in snow, the tall, majestic trees rising toward the sun reflecting off the sparkling lake, shimmering in the dappled light. It was as perfect a place as I’d ever been.
“Sure, let’s do that.”
And as the two of us sat there, Jamie draped an arm over my shoulder, enjoying the beauty of the land I called home.
Two days later,Brent and I sat in the kitchen, eating bacon and eggs that Amelia had prepared. I loved to cook, but I could never get my stuff to turn out like hers. She had this way with food, like it cooked perfectly because it wanted her to be happy. I admit, I loved it.
“Did they get on the plane safely?” Brent asked, noshing on a strip of peppered bacon.
“They did. Jamie asked me to thank you for sending them home in style.”
Brent shrugged. “I had to because you wouldn’t.”
“What do you mean?” I groused, taking my plate to the dishwasher before coming to stand by Brent’s side. “I bought them tickets. First class, even.”
A long-suffering sigh from my long-suffering husband. “We have a jet, love. Most of the time it sits idle, and it needs to be put through its paces.” He ran a hand over my ass. “Like you do. I wanna make sure your engine purrs too.”
“It does,” I promised, “but I guess I can’t blame you for wanting to check under the hood on occasion.”
He pulled me close and claimed my mouth, a scorching kiss that never failed to curl my toes and make me pop wood immediately.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I whispered, desperate to be under him.
“Better idea. Why don’t we go out to our spot and make out like two horny teenagers? You grab the picnic basket and I’ll go to our bedroom and slip the lube into my pocket so the boys don’t see.”
I slid my hand down his chest, stomach, and finally stopped at his groin. He hissed a breath.
“Haven’t you ever heard the saying ‘don’t poke the bear’?” he ground out, his voice becoming huskier than normal.
“Oh, yes. I wasn’t planning on it. I’m kinda hoping the bear would poke me.”
He chuckled and kissed me again. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”
