Page 101 of The Grizzly Situation
“And lemme guess, they have one in mind.” Because of course they did.
“They do. One of the girls at school, Alessandra, got pregnant. She’s only fourteen, and the man who did the deed was thirty-five.”
My blood boiled at the thought. I’d heard similar stories before I’d come to live here, and honestly, I thought this place was a haven. It angered me that there were people like him even in paradise. “Was she forced?”
“She says she wasn’t. She said he told her he’d leave his wife and they could get married, but that isn’t the point. He had no reason to touch her. He’s got kids of his own that are older than she is. When I confronted him, he begged me to make the problem go away.”
“And you did.”
“I did,” he affirmed. “I told him to be packed and out of the sleuth by the end of the week. I said if I ever heard his name again, I would talk to the sheriff and have him arrested for statutory rape.”
“Shouldn’t we do that anyway? If he leaves, he could do it again elsewhere.”
A slow, vengeful smile crossed Brent’s face, reminding me how dangerous a bear could be. “You’d think that, wouldn’t you? I spoke with Cullin and he’ll have one of his best guys watching over this man’s every move. He has carte blanche to handle the situation the way he sees fit. If the guy steps out of line, Bell will rip his balls off.”
“And this Bell will agree to it?”
“Already has. He’d heard rumors about Vernor and has hated him for years. To know he can torment the man if he crosses the line? He’s eager to do this assignment.”
“And what about his family?”
“Already spoke with Vernor’s wife. She wants him gone. She’s asked for a transfer to Tokyo so she’s far away from him. I’ve already signed the paperwork. After the baby is born, she and her daughter will start a new life.”
Brent sat up, his gaze locked on me. He put a big hand on my chest a moment before he pushed me down and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, giving me a devilish grin.
“Enough talk. Let’s get this party started.”
He pulled a small travel sized lube from the picnic basket, popped the lid, and smeared three fingers of his left hand with the goo. We’d done this song and dance so many times, it was familiar and comfortable, but still hot and sexy. He teased my hole, dipping one finger in slightly, then swirling it around.
“Like that?” he asked, sounding smug.
“Yes, I do,” I assured him. The why was easy. If he sensed any hesitation on my part, he would stop what he was doing to ensure I was okay. He was a voracious lover, but also considerate as hell.
“Good. I like it too.”
Then the finger slid all the way in, giving the subtle burn I enjoyed so much. Mostly because I knew that after this there would be nothing but the sweetest of pleasure. While he fingered me, he gripped my aching shaft with his other hand. I was surprised to find he had lube on it too. This was different. He stroked from balls to head, squeezing gently, the pressure maddening.
“What are you doing?” I demanded. Every fiber of my being wanted him inside me, pounding hard, making me cry out his name. I never said so, but I think the reason was because he loved to hear it echo off of our surroundings.
“You don’t like?” he asked, trying to act innocent and failing miserably.
“Of course I do, you bastard. But your cock touches me even deeper and… and I need you.”
“You gonna tell me what’s been on your mind then?”
How the hell would he know that? And why was I so reluctant to talk to him about it? I sighed. “Empty nest syndrome,” I admitted. “The boys dash out of the house earlier and get home later every day. I… I miss having someone to talk to.”
“Which is why they came to me and said we needed another child,” Brent confirmed.
It made no sense, though. “But I have the entire staff around. I talk to them. Why would I still be lonely?”
He pressed the head of his cock against my hole, breaching me and thrilling me with one, very long slide until his balls and mine rested together.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have done something to make you happy.”
“What? Oh, no, baby. You do every damned day. This is on me, I swear.”
I lay there, him buried in me, not moving. Yes, the man could be damned frustrating.
