gay.
Wow. He had missed an opportunity there, if he had played that card for the last few years, he would have had a quiet life. But his bear would never have allowed it. He was honest and true; there was no way he could ever pretend to be something he wasn’t. Ben was the last of a dying breed of men who thought that a man always had to be straight with people, no messing around and lying.
Especially with his woman. His mate. He kissed her thighs, allowing her to compose herself. Then he helped her get up from the sofa and picked her up and carried her, protesting, to her bedroom. There he waited until she was ready for bed, her nightclothes on and her teeth brushed. He helped her to get under her covers and then kissed her goodnight.
“Meet me tomorrow?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said sleepily.
“After work. Promise me.”
“I promise,” she said, accepting one more good-bye kiss from him, and then her eyes closed and she was asleep.
Ben sat on the edge of the bed, the taste of her still in his mouth. Had he done the right thing, or should he have left her alone tonight? It had all happened so fast, he only hoped she wouldn’t regret it. At least he had not slept with her; at least he had not taken her virginity. She would have some time to think it all through tomorrow.
He got up and took one last look at her before he left her room, going downstairs and making sure her front door was securely locked before he left. All that time, he didn’t allow his mind to wander back towards what he had to tell her, what he had to show her. How was she going to react when she found out that the man who wanted her to marry him, the man who had pleasured her with his mouth, was a bear!
Chapter Twelve – Beth
“Oh. What have I done?” she asked her reflection the next morning. The reflection stared back, pale, dull, and mute.
Beth had no choice but to climb into the shower and try to wash away the memories of last night. An impossible feat. All she kept remembering was his mouth on her… She closed her eyes, squeezing them so tightly she saw stars, but still the images of the top of Ben’s head, moving up and down in a steady rhythm as he pleasured her with his tongue, kept appearing. How would she face him at work? What if he had gone and told everyone?
She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t let herself go; she had to hold her head up high. This time she had done nothing wrong. Towelling herself dry, she went to her bedroom, dressed, and carefully applied her makeup. Then she took a deep breath and opened the door on Bear Bluff. Everything seemed just the same.
She walked to the hospital, dropping into the store to get a cold bottle of water. People said hello to her. Everything was the same. That was what she told herself over and over as she entered the hospital. Gradually she began to relax, until Ben loomed on her horizon. She wanted to dive into the nearest janitor’s closet and lock the door, but she kept walking. He was talking to another doctor, who held a clipboard. They were discussing a patient; he wouldn’t even notice her.
However, Ben appeared to feel her presence. As she approached, he lifted his head and smiled. A sweet, innocent smile that gave nothing away. “Morning, Beth,” he said.
The other doctor looked up. “Morning, Beth.”
Morning, Doctors,” she said naturally. It did sound natural, right. Then she kept on walking.
She went to her locker, put her purse away, and smoothed her uniform down. Business as usual. All she had to do was get through the day, as if everything was completely normal. And she stuck to that until she came face to face with a very large bouquet of flowers.
“Look at these,” Greta said. “Isn’t this the most expensive, and beautiful, bouquet of flowers you have ever seen?”
“Yes. They are,” Beth said, wondering who had bought them for Greta. Only last night she seemed hell-bent on getting her well-manicured fingernails into Ben. Now she had a