Nicks body shuddered violently against Jo, and he bellowed a loud cry as he thrust roughly into her one last time. The grip of his arms wrapped around her chest was nearly suffocating as he bit down on the hollow of her neck. He shuddered one, twice, three times inside her, his muffled cry reverberating through her whole body as he came.
Slowly, he released his grip on her. She could feel him trembling with pleasure as he trailed light kisses down her ear and jaw. “You’re so beautiful, Jo,” he whispered, laying another ever-so-gentle kiss on her earlobe.
She turned to face him, fully taking in his flushed cheeks and the way his chest rose and fell, depicting just how hard he’d worked for her. She rose on tiptoe, his lips meeting hers halfway. It grew to something deeper almost immediately. Jo coiled her arms around his neck, squealing happily as he hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Once hadn’t been enough.
***
Jo rolled over to her side of the bed, gasping and breathless after another amazing orgasm. “Have I tired you out yet, soldier?” She couldn’t remember when, but they’d moved to the bedroom at some point, not bothering to dry off. Her bed was a mess of soap, water, and sex and she didn’t care. They both were grinning and breathless, and seeing Nick’s already sexy face curl that devilish smile gave Jo the motivation to go one last round.
He chuckled, his eyes alight with mischief. “I was tired already.”
“You didn’t seem tired to me,” Jo purred, running her hand down his body. She grinned as he caught her hand, kissing her palm before letting go.
“Fine, maybe I had a little more fuel in the tank.” He stifled a yawn, pulling the blanket up to his waist. “But I’m downright exhausted now.”
Jo tried to whimper, but it ended in a yawn of her own. She had to admit, even if they went five more rounds, she didn’t think she could feel more content and satisfied than she did that moment. He was everything she needed, the perfect remedy, the best solution. He came into her life when it couldn’t have gotten more boring. He taught her how to stand up for herself, to be herself. To be… happy.
How was she going to leave all this behind in just two more days?
Being with Nick had only made her realize that she didn’t want to go back to her normal life. She didn’t want stress and worry and Brian’s. She wanted heat and love and Nick. Her old life seemed like a puzzle that she no longer fitted into. Nothing was certain for her anymore beyond wanting to be a part of Nick’s life more than anything in the world.
“What am I going to do with you,” she mumbled, resting her head lazily on his shoulder and draping her arm across his chest. Within a few minutes, she was asleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Nick decided that after how amazing last night was, the only thing that could make his stay here better was a homemade breakfast. He decided to treat Jo to breakfast in bed, carefully balancing the plate of eggs, bacon, sausage and toast in one hand and a hot mug of coffee in the other as he ascended the stairs. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Jo sat up in bed just as Nick entered the room.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he rumbled, placing the tray down carefully on her lap. He leaned it to kiss her. “Sleep well?”
Jo laughed, color tinging her cheeks. “I slept better than I have in a very long time, thanks to you.” She looked up at him. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you back to bed?”
“Unfortunately not,” he sighed, genuinely regretful. “I have a beautiful lady’s car I promised I’d fix back at the shop. Duty calls.”
“But will you be back later?” Jo asked, her hand sliding around his wrists as if she could keep him there.
Nick nodded without missing a beat. “Of course.” He took some pride in how she yearned for him. He wasn’t sure what their future held, but for now, that look of admiration and appreciation was enough. He leaned in to give her one more kiss, when the sound of softly squeaking brakes caught his ear. He stood abruptly.
Nick?” Jo searched his face, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
Nick didn’t answer immediately, listening hard for any more movement. There was a beat of silence and then the sound of a car door being opened. “I think someone’s here,” he said. He caressed Jo’s cheek gently and laid a kiss on her forehead. “Stay here and enjoy your breakfast. I’ll see who’s stopping by.”
He had a feeling he already knew who it was, quickly descending the stairs and swinging the front door open. Tom stood on the doormat, one hand raised to knock.
Nick could already feel his bear snapping in warning, prepared for whatever Tom had to say. “I thought I made myself clear last night, Tom,” Nick growled, keeping his voice low so Jo wouldn’t accidentally overhear. “I’ll see you at the shop later.” He swung the door closed, only for Tom to block it with his foot.
“Jo’s car is ready.”
Nick froze, ice swimming in his veins. “What?”
Tom didn’t make eye contact, feigning nonchalance. “Her car. I fixed it last night while you… Last night, I fixed it last night.”
“But the part…” He felt the telltale rattle of his furious bear, and trained all that anger on his brother. “What did you do, Tom?” His voice was dangerously calm, and he saw the slightest bit of unease creep into Tom’s façade.
“I noticed you guys stopped by the shop last night. Well, I was gone at the time. I drove to meet the transporter and had him relay the part directly to me.” He had the audacity to look embarrassed. “I fixed the car over the course of the night after we… well, you know.”
“How dare you,” Nick growled through clenched teeth, the blood beginning to pump furiously in his veins. He snatched up his brother by his shirt collar. “How dare you!”
“I did it for you!” Tom spluttered, his toes barely touching the ground. “One day, you’re going to thank me for this.”
“Thank who for what?” asked Jo’s clear voice from the top of the stairwell. Only the sound of her voice kept Nick’s bear at bay. “Is something the matter?” she asked, walking softly down the steps. He could almost hear the look of concern we was sure to have on her face.
With an effort, Nick dropped Tom to the ground. “No,” he grunted, refusing to turn around and face her in case any of his bear’s features shone too prominently. “Tom was just leaving.”
“Your car’s fixed,” Tom called, pushing past Nick and ignoring his expression of fury. “I’m sorry it wasn’t done sooner.”
“Oh.” Nick could feel her confusion at the scene she’d walked in on. He quickly worked to police his mood so he could stop the unease she felt. “Well, thank you. I thought you were waiting for a part?”
“I drove down and got it for you,” Tom said, and Nick turned just in time to see him put on his fake nice guy smile. “I remember how frustrated you were back when we told you the estimated time.” He held up her keys as if he were surprising her for her sweet sixteen. “Now, you can get going on that trip you have to San Francisco!”
Jo’s brows knitted together, her eyes flitting from Tom, to Nick. He tried his best to remain expressionless. He’d get past this, then he’d pummel the shit out of Tom later. “I… appreciate the gesture,” she replied, “really, I do, but there really was no rush.” Her eyes met his for just a moment, and a bit of relief rekindled inside of him. “My client isn’t meeting me for another couple days as per the reschedule, so I plan on remaining here for the rest of my free time off, as discussed originally.” She smiled kindly at him, even as his faux cheery expression faltered. “Though, your hospitality has not gone unnoticed. I’m completely willing to pay the going rate for this cabin for the remainder of my stay, of course, since the terms of my agreement with Nick was complimentary until the care was fix—”
“I really think it would be best if you just go,” Tom interrupted, a muscle working in his jaw. Jo went silent in shock, her expression taken aback by Tom’s harsh words.
“Ignore him,” Nick bit out, walking up to his brother and clapping
him painfully on the shoulder. “He was just leaving.”
“Let go,” Tom growled, shoving Nick away. “You know I’m right about this.”
Jo looked from Nick to Tom again. “Right about what?” she asked, looking slightly dazed. “I-I mean, I know you haven’t really been too fond of me for whatever reason, but—”
“I don’t hate you, Jo,” Tom argued. “In fact, I think you’re a pretty good person. Like with the Chinese food, it’s little things like that I appreciate,” he continued, sounding apologetic. “But this is beyond my feelings or anyone else’s. It’s just best for Nick if he never sees you again.”
“What the hell?” Nick exclaimed.
“And why’s that?” Jo asked, a bit of defiance creeping into her voice.
Tom bristled at her tone. “Because you’re—”
“She’s what, Tom?” Nick interrupted, spinning his brother around to face him. “She’s what?” He watched as the reality of what he’d been about to say dawned on him, his eyes widening in shock.
“What the hell is going on here?” Jo asked to neither brother in particular. Nick wasn’t really sure how to answer in a way that wouldn’t make her more confused.
Tom’s fist clenched in a show of resolve, and he turned back to Jo. “He’s got other responsibilities,” he answered, scowling. “Responsibilities that he’s been putting on the back burner since you walked into the shop.”
“I can take care of myself!” Nick shouted, finally losing his temper. “Holy hell, Tom, you’re my brother, not my father!”
“Oh my Goodness, Nick, when did you get so fucking stupid?”
“I care about her, you idiot,” Nick bit back.
“You’ve only known her for two days!” Tom rebutted, throwing up his hands in disbelief.
“It means something,” Nick said, being careful with his words.
“It means nothing,” Tom shouted, shoving Nick hard. “You know the rules.”
“Rules?” Jo mimicked faintly, wandering listlessly to the sofa. Nick wasn’t sure what was going through her head in that moment, unsure how she’d take his declaration for her. She sat heavily on the sofa, staring at the dead fireplace. “I don’t understand.”
Nick’s anger blazed, his bear roaring for a battle. “Let’s take this outside, Tom.”
Tom’s eyes flashed in response to the implied challenge, but before he could turn to leave, he stopped in his tracks, tilting his head to hear. A moment later, Nick caught a scent in the air, and silently cursed himself. They’d been so busy arguing that he hadn’t noticed sooner. His bear roared viciously, clawing and bucking within him painfully, and moment of dreadful certainty settled upon him.
“We gotta go,” was all he said, taking a step toward the door. His bear protested loudly once more, and with a terrifying inevitability, the worst thing happened.
The first bone cracked, starting Nick’s shift.
Tom looked panicked next to Nick, but he couldn’t say much to his little brother. It took all his energy just to keep the change from accelerating faster than it already did. Tom’s gaze flitted from Nick, to Jo, then back to Nick. It was a struggle, but Nick managed a small, defeated shrug. He’d realized his bear’s intent much too late. It stayed quiet, allowing Nick to work himself up over the drama, and hit every shifter’s weakest point, and those were their easiest shift: anger. Nick had said they’d keep this secret from their mate. Clearly the bear had other ideas.
It was much too late to worry about secrecy now. He was going to change, right here and right now, and Jo was going to witness the whole thing. He didn’t know whether to be utterly terrified or relieved. As a wave of excruciating pain washed over him, he decided that it wasn’t really important.
He saw Tom turn to Jo with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry, Jo,” his brother said. “This was never about you.” He saw the ripple of Tom’s own change beginning as he tossed the keys he’d been holding to her. As he watched his brother’s face contort in pain, Nick finally let go, granting his bear the freedom it had worked so hard to achieve.
His change was painful as hell, but quick. His bear exploded from his body, clothes shredding and a chorus of muscles tearing and reknitting in a glorious display. He’d absently heard Jo’s noises of exclamation and fear behind him, but as bear instincts moved more and more to the forefront, the only thing on his mind was making sure the bears that were descending upon the cabin could get nowhere near her. He turned to Tom, who’d just completed his own change. Tom nodded once, signaling he was ready. Neither of them looked at Jo as they thundered outside, ready to defend themselves against Lucas yet again.
For all of its build up, the Northern Wind didn’t put up much of a fight. Nick found himself mostly chasing shadows in the dimly lit forest, getting the drop on yet another new bear before it wriggled from his claws and ran away. A different bear roared in the distance, alerting however many had shown up that Tom was slinking around somewhere as well. After that, there was no trace of them in the area surrounding the cabin. It made sense; Tom wasn’t supposed to be at the cabin that morning. They’d likely be ill-equipped to deal with two alphas. If his assumption was correct, he’d count Tom’s unwanted visit as a small victory after all.
Frustrated and unsatisfied, Nick reconvened with Tom at the edge of the forest.
“They’re gone,” Tom said, turning to walk away. “I’m going back.”
“Good idea.” He waited patiently as Tom slunk almost lazily into the trees, sitting on his haunches until the silhouette of his brother blended perfectly with the cover of the woods. He knew they were far from done with whatever Tom’s betrayal had done to their relationship, but for now, it would have to wait. As he neared the front of the cabin once more, he noticed with a heavy heart that his mate—who didn’t even know what a mate was, let alone that she was his—had barricaded herself in the cabin. He hobbled carefully up the steps, sniffing the empty plastic-covered holes where the peep windows once resided. She wasn’t anywhere downstairs. She was probably holed up in the bathroom again, terrified out of her mind. With a sad huff, he couldn’t blame her. He calmed himself, allowing Nick to change back easily enough, though it did little to take away from the pain.
“Jo,” Nick gasped his chest heaving as he thumped on the door. “Jo, open up. Please.”
He listened intently, picking up any sound he could use to indicate what she was doing. He heard her walk to the stairs, and the distant rummaging of her belongings. A wave of panic washed over him. Was she packing? Nick banged on the door, harder this time. He could tell she had something big blockading the door on the other side, the door barely rattled on its uneven frame
“Please, Jo. Please let me in,” he pleaded. He could smell her and hear her as she returned downstairs into the sitting room. “I know this must be really weird for you, Jo, but I… this wasn’t something I’d ever meant for you to see. Please, let me explain.” She didn’t speak, but he heard the groan of the couch fabric as she sat down. He took that as an invitation to continue. He leaned his head sadly against the wood of the door. “Fine,” he said, softly. “I know you can hear me, Jo, so I’m going to explain anyway, even if you never speak to me again. Whether you accept me or not is entirely up to you.”
“Tom and I,” Nick began, his words reaching her through the door. “Are what’s known as shifters. Bear shifters, obviously. And if you haven’t noticed it yet, I’d like to reintroduce us as the two bears that damaged your car.” He smiled at the memory. “Sorry about that, by the way. We really did mean you no harm. And when you pulled into the shop with your wrecked machine, I felt a guilt the likes of which I’d never known... I still do, if I’m being honest.
“The bears you saw, the ones that attacked us,” Nick continued, getting back on topic. “They’re shifters too. For the longest while, they’d wanted nothing more than for us to join their pack and add to the power, but we kept refusing. Our pack was fine at two,” he added as an aside. “But Lucas,
their pack leader, became increasingly more agitated by our independence, and recently he’s just been about causing pain.”
Nick shrugged. “None of the Northern Wind Pack are known for their gentle kindness. They’re aggressive and hostile, trained to be bears first and people second to the point of spending hardly any time in their human skin at all. That pack is constantly pulling in every willing and available rogue with questionable morals and a lust for destruction.” He paused. “But even still, I used to think even Lucas had morals. Humans…” His voice trailed off.
“Humans were always supposed to be safe outside of the perils of the shifter world. I was naïve, foolish in thinking that no one would dare cause you pain because you weren’t a shifter, but I also hadn’t taken into account the exceptions a megalomaniac like Lucas would consider if it meant finally besting the two alphas that had eluded him for so many years…”
He scoffed. “So there’s another thing I should apologize for. All of the fear and stress and confusion you must be feeling right now. I never wanted this. I never wanted you to see it. I was perfectly fine with just being around you. Nothing else mattered to me.
“But my bear… he didn’t agree. He wanted you to see everything about us, to see us and love us for who we truly are. I was convinced it was impossible to love you and be with you without lying—humans and shifters were just destined to live different lives. We’ve been told that from childhood. But then I met you, and I started to second-guess everything I’d ever learned. The more I had to have you by my side, the more the thought of living without you was unbearable to imagine. Shifter or not, my bear chose you.
“I chose you,” Nick breathed. “And I was hoping that, shifter or not, you’d still choose me, too.”
There was a stretch of silence before he could smell the salt in the air, making his heart break. She was crying.
“I’m not saying it’ll be easy,” he continued honestly, “but this wasn’t just some quick fling for me, Jo. There’s something about you that I need, something that my bear needs too. You make me… us happy. Beyond that, nothing else matters. I’ve never felt so strongly about another person the way I do about you, Jo.” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “I.-I’m really starting to fall for you.”
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