Bearly Cooking (Pacific Northwest Werebears #1)

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“Put me down you big oaf” was heard as Sophie sipped more of her tea.
    She could see Cage lean down and whisper into his mother’s ear. His mom nodded to him before finally swatting him on the arm. “Go, I’m not going to scare her away. We are going to have a nice quiet day. She’s going to rest and I’m going to knit, so stop worrying. Go, your brothers are waiting,” she finished giving him a kiss on the cheek and a swat on the butt.
    Cage smiled at her then walked behind the couch, dropping a kiss on the top of Sophie’s head and headed out the door to his truck.

Chapter 15
    Sophie did have a quiet day with Cage’s mom. Connie managed to get Sophie to eat some buttered toast and then gave her more pain pills that had her napping on the couch. She heard the phone ring twice and assumed it was Cage checking in, which his mom confirmed after she woke up.
    Connie did grill her a bit about her life when she was feeling better that afternoon. There wasn’t much to tell, but she shared anyway. Connie had declared she should call her mom, since her mother didn’t sound like she was very motherly. Sophie had to agree on that point. She wasn’t sure how she felt about calling her boss’s mom, ‘mom’, but then again she’d already made out with her boss two, or was it three times?
    His mother also kept remarking on how cute her accent was. Sophie found it sweet and didn’t take offense. Connie also remarked on how polite and refined her manners were and wondered whether it would rub off on any of her boys.
    Chatting with his mom wore her out and she excused herself to her room for another nap. The light had faded from the window when she woke and she felt a hard warm presence at her back. A heavy arm was draped around her middle and hot breath tickled her neck.
    She attempted to lift herself and turn to assure herself that it was indeed Cage behind her when the arm around her waist tightened and a sleepy voice said, “Shh…it’s just me, honey. You looked too cute and cozy for me not to sneak a nap in with you. I hope you don’t mind.”
    “No, its okay, you feel good,” she admitted, which earned her another squeeze.
    “How’s your head?” he asked, placing a soft kiss on the back of her neck.
    Goosebumps tickled over her skin as she tried to focus her words and not succumb to the delicious torment at her neck.
    “Better, still tender though. I can’t seem to get enough sleep either,” she whispered as he continued his assault on her.
    “Hmm…good. You like having your neck kissed, don’t you honey? You taste so good, and the minute I kiss you, I know you get wet for me,” he growled.
    She couldn’t deny it, those kisses totally made her wet. She was a horny, injured chef with no control over her libido.
    “I like neck kisses,” she admitted. She figured why not give a man a road map. It was his choice if he followed it or not.
    “I’ll remember that. Anywhere else you like to be kissed?” he teased.
    This question had her nipples tightening under her shirt. She’d taken her bra off to sleep and now her T-shirt was rubbing against them adding more stimulation.
    Almost sensing the change, Cage’s hand slid under the hem of her shirt and traveled over her soft round stomach to cup one of her heavy breasts. His hands felt large as they circled and squeezed her mounds. His thumb flicked over her nipple as he continued kissing her neck. Giving her tight nipple a pinch, at the same time he ran his tongue up the length of her neck.
    Sophie let out a loud moan and arched her bottom into the hard bulge in his pants that was pushing against her.
    “Oh, baby, there is so much I want to do with you. I think you need to be a little more healed up before that.” He groaned into her neck, although he didn’t stop tormenting her breast. In fact he switched to the other one and was rolling the nipple causing her to whimper.
    “Then you better stop before you make me very cranky, Mr. Rochon,” she

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