Bear Mated: A BBW Bear Shifter Paranomal Romance (Pine Ridge BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance Series Book 2) by Belinda Meyers Read Free Book Online Page A

know what he was talking
about.
    “Well, if it’s a state secret, then
never mind,” she said. “Just let me know when you’re able to walk and we’ll try
to make it back to the road. We’ll have to swing around the eagle territory,
but we can do it. Still can’t believe they attacked us like that. Look what
they did to you!” Finally, some concern touched her face, and he could feel the
raw emotion behind her words. In a suddenly thicker voice, she said, “They
could’ve killed you. And for what? Some diamonds?”
    “Shifter laws are different from
human laws. We were chasing one of them, in their territory—they were just
defending themselves.”
    “Bullshit! They almost committed
murder.”
    “Not from their point of view.” He
sighed. She would never understand; it was a shifter thing. The idea that
shifters could have their own laws would probably be offensive to a
policewoman. He decided not to push it. “Anyway, I’ll be ready to go in a
little while.”
    Sudden inspiration hit him, and he
smiled.
    “What is it?” she said, and again
she sounded wary.
    “I know just the route to take,” he
said. He listened for his bear to override him, but instead, to his delight, it
growled in approval.

Chapter 7

 
 
    The sun was dipping toward the horizon by the time Barbara
and Rick left the cave. Her clothes were still stiff from being wet, so she
only wore her jacket in addition to bra, panties, boots and socks. Rick seemed
to find it all very amusing, and she was tempted to punch him in the ribs to
get that smirk off his face, but his ribs still looked a little raw. He had
healed amazingly fast, though, she had to admit. He’d appeared to be on death’s
doorstop just a couple of hours ago, and now he looked liked he’d only been
involved in a fender bender.
    At any rate, he’d healed enough so
that she didn’t have to feel guilty about thinking about how damn sexy he was.
He was once more a big, bold, confident alpha male, wearing that infuriating
smile (but nothing else!) and letting his big cock swing as he walked, thumping
against his muscular thighs as he went. His big cock that had already saved her
life once. She still thought she could smell it on her jacket. The wind was
picking up, though, bringing with it a chill, and so she never even considered
taking the jacket off. That was the only reason, though. The only reason.
    For his part, Rick didn’t seem cold
at all, and when she touched him (total accidents!), his skin seemed almost
hot. Bear shifters really did have amazing metabolisms. It came with a price,
though. She could hear his belly growl and could occasionally see a look of
discomfort cross his otherwise annoyingly confident face. He must be starving.
    “We need to get you something to
eat,” she said, mainly for something to say—and also because she couldn’t help
but feel a little maternal toward him—no, wait. Nurse-like. A sexy nurse.
Totally not maternal. Gross!
    “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll get
some grub where we’re going.”
    “Does this forest have a McDonald’s
or something?”
    He grinned. “For a bear, the forest is a McDonald’s.”
    She didn’t know what he meant by
that, exactly, but at least he sounded confident and positive. He knew what to
do, even if she didn’t. Too bad they were walking side by side now. She missed
the view of his backside. Now if she wanted to look, she actually had to go
through all the trouble of turning her neck! She tried to resist. Not because
she didn’t want to admire the view, but because she didn’t want to get caught.
Rick had an awfully high opinion of himself as it was; she didn’t want to make
it any worse.
    “You must be hungry by now, too,”
he said. “I mean, you don’t have a shifter metabolism, but you can’t have eaten
since, what lunch?”
    “Breakfast.”
    He tilted his head cutely. “I think
I can hear your belly rumbling.”
    “I wouldn’t be surprised.”
    “So you are