by T. S. Joyce
That man was setting the bar, and he was setting it up-in-the-clouds high.
Did she need the sweet surprises to care for him? No. But he was making sure she knew he was thinking about her.
And on a special day like today, where she’d never expected to have a date, it was a nice change to be pampered by a man she was falling head-over-heels for.
Chapter Six
Colin checked his watch and cut the engine. He was parked in front of Hadley’s flower shop, and from the looks of the empty spaces beside him, Vona had already gone home for the day.
Through the large picture windows, Hadley scooped stem cuttings from the countertop into an oversized plastic trashcan. His oversensitive ears picked up soft tones of a country station playing sappy love songs inside, and he gave a private smile. How had a dominant bear like him picked a mate who was so soft-hearted?
Perhaps she was meant for him. Made just for him, to come into his life just as he’d given up and heal the scars that left his soul raw and open.
Maybe she could save him.
But…
If he gave her what she wanted and he let her in, he risked losing her forever. A soft growl rattled his throat as his inner bear revolted against the thought of her looking at him like a monster.
That’s what he was, though. A beast with little control over his animal, and nothing had changed. Hadley still deserved better. She deserved a man who could protect her, not throw her into a world where violence reigned. Hell, sometimes bears bled each other just for the fun of it. They fought to relieve stress and tension. And every once in a while, when a clan got as mean and volatile and power hungry as the Long Claws had, they fought to kill.
She had a good life here. A good job and friends. She’d be better off without him dragging her into the darkness of his world, but it was too late. She had his heart. She had his devotion. His bear had already claimed her as his own. Whatever warm and fuzzies she was feeling last night after they’d slept together, well, he’d felt lightning struck. He didn’t know what the bond did for humans, but he’d chosen. And even if she didn’t choose him back, Hadley was it for him. She was everything.
Scrubbing his hands over his face, he groaned at what a mess he’d created.
Aw, fuck it all. Hadley was his.
He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He’d do it differently this time. He’d learned hard lessons and wouldn’t ignore danger with her. Not like he’d done with his clan.
He’d give every last breath in his body to protect her, and he’d make up for thrusting her life in danger by making her happy.
Inside, she leaned on the counter over the box of cupcakes he’d ordered, and her lips turned up in an absent looking smile. He hoped it was his gift that put that gorgeous smile on her face.
By the end of the night, he’d know either way, whether he could keep her or not. He would give into her wish for him to let her in—to let her see all of him.
Hopefully, by the end of the night, she’d still be smiling like that when she thought of him. And not running in terror.
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Hadley’s breath congealed in her lungs, making it impossible to breathe as Colin ducked through the door. Even with the scars across his cheek, he was stunning. A burgundy, wool sweater clung to his broad shoulders, and dark wash jeans hung just right off his hips. With a pair of dress shoes and his neatly trimmed facial scruff, he looked like a completely different man from the behemoth she’d encountered beating metal blades in his shop.
“You need help locking up?” he asked in that deep, rich baritone that had her ovaries threatening to explode.
Pushing the words past her windpipe, she wheezed out “No,” then cleared her throat. In a less psychotic voice, she said, “I’m just about done cleaning up. Just let me grab my purse, and I’m ready.”
She flitted off to the back room and checked her reflection in the mirror. Long, wavy, dark hair, brown eyes that looked a little intimidated, and rosy cheeks that said she’d probably be blushing all night under Colin’s attention. She brushed on her favorite lip-gloss, just a shade darker than her bright pink sweater dress, then smoothed the wrinkled fabric as she rolled her sleeves back down.
Why was she so nervous all of the sudden? Maybe it was because she’d over-thought the sexy events that had unfolded last night. Or perhaps it was because Colin was still such a mystery to her while she felt like an open book. Or maybe it was his eyes, such a strange color as he drank in her appearance just a minute ago.
Exhaling a gust of wind as she shouldered her purse, she straightened her spine and made her way out to the main room.
Colin stood on the other side of the counter, his hands placed gingerly around a wooden box the size of the one the cupcakes had come in.
“What’s that?” she asked, a slow smile creeping across her face.
“A present.” He lowered his chin, like he was feeling the same nerves as she.
“You’re spoiling me, Cross. How will you ever outdo yourself for any other Valentine’s Day if you keep giving me gifts like this?”
He slid the box toward her, seemingly undeterred. “Open it.”
This one was tied with the same type of twine as her knife had been wrapped with, and she untied it carefully. Sliding the wooden lid, she uncovered twelve perfectly square dividers. And in each slot was a bulb.
“Tulips,” she whispered, running her finger across one. She bit her lip hard as she remembered their conversation last night about her mother. “Are they orange?”
“Yes,” he murmured, searching her eyes. “Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I only thought you could plant them in your yard, like you and your mom used to.”
She blinked back overwhelming emotion and strode around the counter, only to launch herself into his arms as soon as she was close enough. “They’re happy tears. You’ve been pulling them from me all day. I can’t wait to plant them in my front flower bed. I can’t wait to watch them grow.”
“Shhh,” he crooned, rubbing her back in a soft, circular motion. “I didn’t mean to ruin our night.”
“You ridiculous man. Do you not hear what I’m saying?” Hadley eased back and cupped his face, then stroked the scar on his cheek with the pad of her thumb. “You did good.”
He thumbed her tears away as an uncertain smile stretched across his lips. “You still want to go to dinner with me?”
In answer, she leaned up on her tiptoes, shyness forgotten, and kissed him until her head spun. He rocked his weight and eased her more firmly against his chest, then splayed his legs and leaned back against the counter. Gently massaging the back of her head, he brushed his tongue against hers. A needy noise filled her throat as his hand found its way to the small of her back, arching her against his erection, hard and ready beneath the fly of his jeans.
“Woman,” he gritted out against her lips.
“Hmm?” she asked, nibbling at him.
“We’re already going to be late, and if you don’t stop rubbing against me, I’m going to take you into the back room and we’ll miss our reservation completely.”
She narrowed her eyes at the clock on the wall. I bet they’ll hold our table for a few minutes if we call and ask them to. Besides, if you want your Valentine’s Day gift, it’s hidden under my dress.”
Colin’s eyes went wide, then dropped to her chest. “I’ll call. You lock the front door.”
With an excited squeal, she snatched her keys and bolted for the door as Colin made the call. Hadley flipped off the lights, lest a late customer think they were still open for business and come knocking, then pulled Colin to the back room.
“We only have fifteen minutes to get there,” he said low, closing the door behind him and pulling the single chain to turn on the hanging lightbulb.
“Challenge accepted.”
He snorted and shook his head, but his dancing eyes said he liked her just the way she was, moxie and all.
He leaned agai
nst the table under the hanging mirror she’d preened in front of earlier. “Where’s this present you teased me with?”
She hadn’t known why she purchased the scandalous, strappy, lacey, expensive negligee when she’d picked it out from a specialty boutique last year. It still had the tags on it until this morning, but now, she was finally going to get her money’s worth. She was more of a comfy cotton kind of girl most days, so today had been a test in not gritting her teeth against the uncomfortable nature of the lingerie. Colin’s frozen expression when she pulled her dress over her head made all of that discomfort today worth it.
“This blows my gifts out of the water,” he murmured, reaching for her hand and giving her a spin. His dark eyebrows arched, and he shook his head slowly, as if she were a fine painting on a gallery wall. “Damn, woman.”
She frowned at the floor. Okay, she hadn’t really given too much thought to the technical part of fooling around in the cramped storage room. And she sure as heck wasn’t comfortable messing around in front of those big old picture windows in the main room. With a wicked grin, he slid his hand down the front of the red lace and pressed his finger easily inside of her. She’d been ready for him all day. She rocked her hips against his touch.
“We don’t need to lie down,” he whispered, turning her until she faced the mirror.
She didn’t know about watching herself while they made love, but he seemed determined. Colin pressed his finger into her again, and she groaned. Arching her neck back, she watched his reflection, his eyes practically glowing now and never leaving her breasts or hips as she moved with him.
“Colin?” she pleaded in a needy voice. He was going to make her detonate without him.
“You ready?”
“Mmm hmm,” she said. Nodding her head was out of the question right now. Really anything other than undulating against his palm was undoable, so garbled, husky words would have to do.
The lace fabric of her panties slid down, and she locked her arms on either side of the mirror. The soft jingle of his belt and the following slow rip of his zipper filled the small room and brought a quiver of anticipation to her stomach. He pressed his knee between hers and spread her stance. And when he was poised to enter, she clenched her hands until her nails pressed against her palms. She could see him, right there between her legs. She should look away, or…no, this was fun, not intimidating at all, like she’d imagined the mirror would make her feel.
“Watch,” he whispered against her ear.
Her heart pounded against her ribcage as he slid slowly into her. She could feel him, see him fill her. So much sensation. She backed up against him so she could take all of him. With his arms wrapped around her, he popped her breasts out of her bra, to sit just over the material, then cupped her sex again where they were joined. He moved within her slowly, but that didn’t matter. She was already teetering, and his teasing wouldn’t work tonight.
“Oh my gosh. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she whispered out as the first wave of pulsing pleasure crashed through her.
A low chuckle vibrated against her neck where he kissed her oversensitive skin there. “That’s one,” he murmured as he lifted those smoldering eyes to hers in the mirror. He looked otherworldly.
That’s one? Did two in a row exist? Her hips jerked as her orgasm went on and on, and as tingling pressure began to build again, she cried out.
Deepening the arch of her back, she couldn’t take her eyes from his shaft, sliding in and out of her. And her man couldn’t seem to take his attention from her bobbing boobs as their bodies crashed against each other.
“Colin!” she yelled out as her body seized from the inside out, her pleasure spilling over until she had to close her eyes against the sensation.
His powerful hips froze against her for a moment, and heat filled her with rhythmic jets of his own release. A feral sounding growl drummed against her neck as he bit the skin there. Not hard, but enough to make her orgasm rocket up another notch.
She loved this side of him. Erratically bucking into her, shoving her forward with his thrusts, like he couldn’t get close enough to her. That wild animal noise in his throat, and his eyes as they reflected oddly under the lightbulb. A chill rippled across her skin.
He buried his head against her shoulder blades as one last jet of warmth spilled into her. His breath released in a long, trembling sigh.
She looked a damned mess in the mirror, hair wild, eyes bright, boobs peeking out over her disheveled lingerie, smeared lip gloss, plastered grin across her face. That was awesome.
He rubbed his cheek back and forth across her back, like it was a sign of affection for him. Hadley canted her head in the mirror as a rumbling sound vibrated against her skin.
“Are you purring?” she asked, amused.
“Bears don’t purr.”
She frowned. Bears? “Oh.” She giggled. Of course. “Because of your profile name…Bearman.”
Colin jerked his head up and stared at her in the mirror with a troubled look. “Yeah, Bearman. That’s what I meant.”
Chapter Seven
“Thanks for buying me dinner,” Hadley said, glad the dark hid the heat that was creeping into her cheeks again. “This was the best day I’ve had in…well, forever.”
“It’s not over yet,” Colin said, squeezing her smaller hand in his.
The words should’ve been teasing, but when she looked up at his face, illuminated by blue moonlight, his expression was severe and guarded.
The woods around his house were dark, and the tree branches creaked and swayed in the stiff breeze. He’d asked her to come back to his place for her last present, and she’d told him it was too much. She’d explained that she didn’t need any more gifts—only him.
Colin had insisted, and now nervous rumblings quivered through her every few seconds, like tiny aftershocks that followed an earthquake.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, tugging his hand until he stopped.
He wouldn’t look her in the eyes, and every time he breathed, it was heavier, as if he was struggling to pull air into his lungs. She pressed her palm against his chest where his heartbeat raced against his sternum. “We’ve walked around your house three times now. You’re scaring me.”
Dropping her hand, he stood back, then rubbed his palms over his face until the scratch, scratch of his whiskers filled the night air. “I don’t mean to scare you.” He took another hard breath and shifted his weight from side to side. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m even thinking about doing this.”
“Doing what?” she asked, utterly confused.
“Showing you who I am.” He hooked his hands on his hips and looked anywhere but at her. Lowering his voice to a barely audible whisper, he said, “Showing you what I am.”
She shook her head and stared as his hands as he cracked his knuckles, then clenched and unclenched his fists.
“I already saw your shop,” she said, trying to soothe the panic he seemed to be experiencing. “I know you’re a blacksmith.”
“That’s not…” He grimaced and squatted down, hooking his hands behind his head.
She was at a loss on what to do. The cabin’s porch light was on, illuminating her hatchback. “Should I leave?” she asked, uncertain.
When he stood and settled his gaze directly on her, he looked ill. He was pale, and perspiration beaded on his forehead, as if he’d run a great distance. “Hadley,” he said, his voice sounding tortured. “I want more than anything to tell you everything about me and about my people, but I’m scared to death you are going to leave. Tell me you’ll stay with me just like we are, and that you won’t ask questions or need to know too much, and I won’t mention this again. We can go on just like we are.”
But…that didn’t sound right. With a frown so deep it made her forehead ache, she shook her head. “That’s not what I want. I don’t want a half-relationship with you, Colin. I want all of you, just like you can have all of me.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. Let me in. Trust me like I trust you. It’ll be better for both of us that way. I don’t want a relationship built on secrets where I have to look the other way when you avoid my questions. Spill it, Cross. Do it quickly, and then it’ll be done.”
“Swear you won’t leave until you let me explain.”
“Okay.” She crossed her arms over her chest. A chill seeped through her sweater dress. Shrugging, she said, “Explain.”
“Swear first.”
“Holy crap, Colin. Whatever it is can’t be this bad. I’m in this. I’m here. I’m yours. Explain to me why you live up here all alone and where your scars came from. Explain the people in that photograph. Give me something. You’ll hurt me if you give me nothing.”
He hitched up his eyebrow and waited.
“Geez,” she muttered. “I swear I won’t leave.”
“Okay.” He drew a lungful of air. “Before I do this, you should know I keep my mind and would never, ever hurt you. Not even a little. It’s still me.”
She pulled the sleeves of her sweater over her hands and shivered. The temperature had to be dropping. No, it wasn’t that. She was scared. She just didn’t want to admit that Colin was setting off warning alarms to clang against her skull.
“I have to tell you something first,” Colin whispered. “Because if I don’t say it now, I might not get the chance to later. Hadley…” He lifted glowing eyes to hers. “I love you.”
Those words, more important than any others she’d heard in her life. He did care about her like she cared about him. “I love you, t—”
As the words left her lips, Colin gritted his teeth like he was in pain and hunched inward.
