Puck Bear Brides: Complete Series (BBW Werebear Paranormal Sport Romance Boxed Set) by Anya Nowlan Read Free Book Online

fabric as his arms flexed in the position he’d chosen and Kimberley couldn’t help but stare a little.
    When her green gaze flicked up to him though, she was relieved to find out that she wasn’t the only one ogling. Kimberley smirked, putting her weight on one hip and cocking a brow.
    “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
    “Take your clothes off and I might,” Cannon shot back with a wide smile, equal parts impossible and completely irresistible.
    “Yeah, in your dreams, Pucky,” she said with a dramatic roll of her eyes, turning her back to him and walking over to the couch.
    “Pucky?” he asked, laughter in his voice.
    “Just something I called you when I thought you weren’t my past mistakes incarnate.”
    “Aw, come on. It wasn’t all bad,” Cannon said, and there was a definite hitch of grief in his words.
    So maybe she put in a bit more saunter than she would have for anyone else before she sat down. By the slightly pained way that Cannon cleared his throat behind her, she considered it a success as the big lug of a bear followed her. When he passed her as she was sitting down, she got one more good look at him. No longer the boy she remembered, but most definitely a man.
    The kind of man who made people get out of his damn way when he barreled down the ice. The kind of man who made her heart beat faster in her chest by the mere thought of being around him. The kind of man that still made her blood boil, thinking back to what they’d gone through.
    Kimberley gritted her teeth, her pleasant moment of thinking filthy thoughts about him broken by her own sense of rationality. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, hoping against hope that she’d somehow gotten a few bars and could call someone, anyone to get her out of Shifter Grove before she did anything stupid.
    But the phone was dead as it had been before. And one look at Cannon told her that she was already doing the “something stupid” just by being alone with him.
    You’re supposed to have more of a spine than this, Kimberley thought, taking another sip of the scotch and gulping it down greedily, as if there’d be any more wisdom at the bottom of the glass.
    “There’s never any reception here. There’s one corner in my bedroom where you can get a few bars, if you need to make a call,” Cannon said, his eyes lingering on Kimberley with far too much cleverness to them.
    “Oh, you want to show me your bedroom now?” she asked, pursing her lips.
    Oh God, why am I playing along?!
    “Always,” he replied, not missing a beat.
    He got that glint in his eye. The one that told her that she could be on her back in a few minutes, screaming his name as he gave her the best fucking she’d ever had. She knew he could, the current one on record was with him, after all.
    Just one time? For old time’s sake? I can scream at him all I want tomorrow, she thought, almost longingly, playing with the rim of her glass.
    Yes, she knew it was a stupid idea. She wasn’t supposed to be the girl who shows up looking for one guy and finds the man who’d completely broken her heart instead. She wasn’t supposed to be thrilled at seeing him, but that was exactly what had happened. And worst of all, she could still feel the kiss they’d shared in that parking lot coursing through her, making her tingle all over and her breath come in tiny stutters.
    Damn him. Damn him all to hell.
    “So show me the bedroom,” Kimberley said, finishing her scotch and making a decision she wasn’t yet sure if she’d regret.
    Live on the edge a little, right? The bleeding edge of your own heart, at least.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Kimberley
     
    The moment Cannon’s shirt came off, she knew she definitely wasn’t regretting any of it. For the moment, anyway.
    It had taken them about two seconds to go from looking for a spot with cell reception in Cannon’s big bedroom to making out like teenagers, Kimberley sucking on Cannon’s lip while his hands clasped around her waist. He