Bear King's Curves: A BBW Werebear Shifter Romance by A.T. Mitchell Page B
Authors: A.T. Mitchell
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his desk, right next to the old thermos stained
with a thousand old cups of coffee and soup.
We were out in the garage fast. I raised the door and
then ran to the side, just as Lyla started her car up.
She popped the lock and I climbed in. It was weird
sitting in a stranger's car naked, but the slight amusement in her
eyes said she didn't mind.
“ Let's go. I'll direct you along the back
roads...we have to make good time on those. Best not to take the main
routes around the reservation. Sometimes the boys patrol those for
stragglers who might want to break in and do us harm.”
“ People like me,” she added.
I looked at her, darkness dashing out the light in my
eyes. The triumph swelling my heart from our great escape hadn't
lasted long.
Damn, beautiful. You really had to remind me, didn't
you?
I took a minute to let a long, harsh F-bomb echo through
my head.
Fuck. Fuck! Double fuck.
There was no getting around it. I'd killed a fellow
bear, however much he deserved it, all to help a convicted thief and
smuggler make a getaway.
There had to be more than this, no matter my feelings
for her.
“ That cabin right there – turn!” I
yelled, pointing.
She roared behind my place and jerked the car to a
sudden stop.
“ Nick! What the hell are you doing?”
“ Be back in a second...”
This had to be about more than saving my curvy new
obsession. I slid in through the back door, listening to the steady
rumble of Beamer's snores. He was still dead drunk and collapsed over
the checkerboard.
I made a hurried trip through the bedroom, grabbing a
bug out bag I always kept with a change of clothes and a First Aid
kit for my patrols. I zipped it open, snatched the artifact off my
dresser, and shoved it inside.
The bastards who'd marched us over to the Elders were
too caught up in seizing Lyla to worry about the big green ball.
I half-wondered if Lyla would drive away without me. I
wouldn't have totally blamed her if she did.
After all, I was the one who pretended to throw her to
the wolves – or rather, the bears – the only chance I had
to save both our asses.
I packed my stuff in and threw on a change of clothes.
Just enough time for that, and not a second more for anything else.
Her bright eyes sparkled behind the windshield when she
saw me emerge, clad in a new pair of jeans.
I knew that flicker. Surprise, uncertainty. Was she
really thinking about leaving without me?
“ Let's go on,” I said, sliding into the seat
next to her.
“ Well, yeah! Now that you're dressed to ride,
cowboy. Hope it was worth it.”
I smiled, gesturing to the fork in the road just outside
the reservation's main gate. The car turned, and we were out into the
night, heading as far north as a half tank of gas would carry us from
this nightmare.
“ Where the hell are we? I've never been this far
north before along all these little back roads.” Lyla
swallowed.
I'd taken over driving at the last stop. I kept urging
her to rest, but she was obviously too alert to follow through.
Having a man who'd been ordered to kill her not so long ago driving
the car had a funny way of keeping a person awake.
“ Junuta. Small town, not too far past Bend. We're
on our way to the Idaho border now, baby.”
“ Don't you baby me,” she said sharply.
I glanced over. We had three or four solid hours until
sunup.
Darkness billowed all around us, a constant shroud of
dark gray clouds rolling by. Thankfully, bear eyes always saw better
in the dark than a human's. Regretfully too, since it let me see the
lines of stress and sorrow furrowed near her pretty eyes.
“ What is it?”
“ You didn't know what they'd do back there,”
she said sullenly. “They could've killed me. Hell, I really
thought you were going to let them. The way you handed me over to
that vile man, that animal.”
She sniffed. Hard. Fighting back tears.
My heart sank lower. Damn it, there wasn't any choice!
Why didn't she understand?
“ I knew they wouldn't hurt you.
with a thousand old cups of coffee and soup.
We were out in the garage fast. I raised the door and
then ran to the side, just as Lyla started her car up.
She popped the lock and I climbed in. It was weird
sitting in a stranger's car naked, but the slight amusement in her
eyes said she didn't mind.
“ Let's go. I'll direct you along the back
roads...we have to make good time on those. Best not to take the main
routes around the reservation. Sometimes the boys patrol those for
stragglers who might want to break in and do us harm.”
“ People like me,” she added.
I looked at her, darkness dashing out the light in my
eyes. The triumph swelling my heart from our great escape hadn't
lasted long.
Damn, beautiful. You really had to remind me, didn't
you?
I took a minute to let a long, harsh F-bomb echo through
my head.
Fuck. Fuck! Double fuck.
There was no getting around it. I'd killed a fellow
bear, however much he deserved it, all to help a convicted thief and
smuggler make a getaway.
There had to be more than this, no matter my feelings
for her.
“ That cabin right there – turn!” I
yelled, pointing.
She roared behind my place and jerked the car to a
sudden stop.
“ Nick! What the hell are you doing?”
“ Be back in a second...”
This had to be about more than saving my curvy new
obsession. I slid in through the back door, listening to the steady
rumble of Beamer's snores. He was still dead drunk and collapsed over
the checkerboard.
I made a hurried trip through the bedroom, grabbing a
bug out bag I always kept with a change of clothes and a First Aid
kit for my patrols. I zipped it open, snatched the artifact off my
dresser, and shoved it inside.
The bastards who'd marched us over to the Elders were
too caught up in seizing Lyla to worry about the big green ball.
I half-wondered if Lyla would drive away without me. I
wouldn't have totally blamed her if she did.
After all, I was the one who pretended to throw her to
the wolves – or rather, the bears – the only chance I had
to save both our asses.
I packed my stuff in and threw on a change of clothes.
Just enough time for that, and not a second more for anything else.
Her bright eyes sparkled behind the windshield when she
saw me emerge, clad in a new pair of jeans.
I knew that flicker. Surprise, uncertainty. Was she
really thinking about leaving without me?
“ Let's go on,” I said, sliding into the seat
next to her.
“ Well, yeah! Now that you're dressed to ride,
cowboy. Hope it was worth it.”
I smiled, gesturing to the fork in the road just outside
the reservation's main gate. The car turned, and we were out into the
night, heading as far north as a half tank of gas would carry us from
this nightmare.
“ Where the hell are we? I've never been this far
north before along all these little back roads.” Lyla
swallowed.
I'd taken over driving at the last stop. I kept urging
her to rest, but she was obviously too alert to follow through.
Having a man who'd been ordered to kill her not so long ago driving
the car had a funny way of keeping a person awake.
“ Junuta. Small town, not too far past Bend. We're
on our way to the Idaho border now, baby.”
“ Don't you baby me,” she said sharply.
I glanced over. We had three or four solid hours until
sunup.
Darkness billowed all around us, a constant shroud of
dark gray clouds rolling by. Thankfully, bear eyes always saw better
in the dark than a human's. Regretfully too, since it let me see the
lines of stress and sorrow furrowed near her pretty eyes.
“ What is it?”
“ You didn't know what they'd do back there,”
she said sullenly. “They could've killed me. Hell, I really
thought you were going to let them. The way you handed me over to
that vile man, that animal.”
She sniffed. Hard. Fighting back tears.
My heart sank lower. Damn it, there wasn't any choice!
Why didn't she understand?
“ I knew they wouldn't hurt you.
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