Bringing Home The Bear Page 4
Emily cried out and jarred him from that train of thought.
‘You are such a big, bad bear,” she screamed.
Her voice, and what she’d said, made him come quicker than he’d like. But it was the best orgasm of his life.
He couldn’t let her go. This wasn’t all about sex, and she had to know the truth.
“Emily, how do you feel about us dating and making this thing an ongoing relationship?”
He slid out of her and she turned around.
“I’d like that, and not just because of the great sex we’ve had tonight.”
He was glad to hear that. He kissed her, hoping she would understand more if he showed her.
“I’m going outside and I want you to count to ten and then look out that window.”
“What?”
“Just do it, okay?”
She nodded and he headed for the door, hoping he wasn’t making the biggest mistake of his life.
****
Just what game was Trent planning now?
She arrived at the number ten in her mind and walked toward the window. What she was looking for she wasn’t quite sure, but she guessed she’d find out. She put her face to the glass and quickly stepped back, screaming as she did so.
The bear was back. It had to be the same one that had spied on her through the camper window.
She put her hands over her mouth, hoping Trent wouldn’t get mauled out there. In fact, where was he? Hearing a tapping sound on the window, she glanced at it, seeing a large paw on the glass.
Shit, the damn bear was going to break the window and get inside. Did Trent have a gun? Would she know how to use it?
But then the bear looked inside straight at her, and for some reason she wasn’t afraid anymore. The eyes, she recognized those eyes. They were Trent’s beautiful brown eyes looking back at her.
She stepped toward the window as he put both paws on the glass. She put her hands up to the glass matching his paws as if they were touching and connecting with one another.
Something told her he wanted her to step outside and that he wouldn’t hurt her.
She wrapped her jacket around her and stepped into the darkness. A paw grabbed her hand.
“It is you, isn’t it?” she asked.
He rubbed himself against her and then she saw him change back into Trent.
The guy was gorgeous. He was kind, sexy, and good in bed. She should have guessed he had some little fault. In this case not little. He was a damn freak. Either that or she was hallucinating. Whatever it was, she had to get out of here and fast.
She rushed up the hill, stumbling a few times, but managed to get to the trailer. Usually leaving the keys in the vehicle would have been stupid, but this time she was glad she hadn’t used her common sense. Quick getaway. She turned on the ignition, but the damn thing wouldn’t start. She jumped when she saw Trent standing by the window. She turned the key again.
Nothing.
“You just get away from me,” she shouted to him. He probably couldn’t hear what she was saying, but there was no way she was winding down that window.
“Emily, please, give me a chance to talk to you.”
“Go away.”
Emily turned the key again, still nothing. She pumped the accelerator a few times and turned the key. Nothing.
Damn. Why now of all times was her father’s stupid trailer acting like a stubborn child.
“It’s a sign,” Trent shouted through the window. “A sign that you’re not meant to drive away from here, from me, from us.”
“It’s a sign that my father needs to get a new trailer.”
She looked at him. She shouldn’t have done that. She tried to look away but she couldn’t because he had his face pressed close to the window. He had puppy dog eyes. No bear pup eyes.
Emily shook that thought out of her mind.
“You’re a freak,” she shouted.
“That’s a cruel thing to say. We’re all different in our own special way.”
Emily tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, contemplating her next move. He was right, that had been a nasty thing to say. One of the children in her class had lost their arm due to cancer, and that didn’t make him a freak either. He was just like the other kids in her class. One of the smartest too.
She looked at Trent again. He hadn’t moved from the spot since she looked the last time. Bears were stubborn creatures. She’d always had a thing for a guy who knew what he wanted.
“I’m going to sit here until you go away,” she shouted to him.
“Then you’ll be in there a long time because I’m not budging until you’ve at least given me the chance to talk face to face.”
Emily stood up walked to the back of the trailer. She sat and folded her arms across her chest.
We’ll see who can hold out the longest.
She hadn’t realized she’d dozed off until singing woke her up. Her neck snapped as she looked up, startled at first, but then she remembered where she was and what had happened.
A man was singing outside the trailer. He had the sweetest voice. She leaned over to look out of the window. It was Trent; he was singing and playing a guitar.
She tried to duck behind the curtains but darn it, he’d seen her.
He was singing one of her favorite songs, damn it. He was serenading her.
No man had ever done that. She walked to the door, opened it, and sat on the step as Trent continued singing for her.
She couldn’t help but smile. This guy was pretty darn perfect, and yes, he did deserve the chance to at least explain everything to her. She walked toward him. He stopped signing and put the guitar on the ground.
He took her hand and walked her down to the water’s edge and they sat on a fallen log.
“You see up there?” He pointed to the sky above them. “That empty space between the stars to the left of that mountain?”
“Yes.”
“That’s where I’m from. We crash-landed here a long time ago. We’re animal shifters and there are lots of us, but I belong to the Kalispell group.”
“Am I dreaming all this?”
“You want to be?” he asked.
She shook her head. No way did she want to wake up and realize meeting Trent had been just a lovely dream.
“Does anyone else know about you?”
“A few people, but we keep it our secret, so if we’re going to have a relationship you can’t tell anyone what I’ve told you, and what you’ve seen me do.”
He put his arm around her and she rested her head on his shoulder. There was no such thing as the perfect man, but besides being a guy who was sometimes a bear, Trent was as close as she had found. She had that strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, the fuzzy sensation her friends had talked about, but she’d hadn’t experienced until now, that this was ‘the one’.
“Would anyone believe me?” she asked.
“Probably not,” he said.
They both laughed. A man she could laugh with. Another plus in Trent’s favor.
“Am I your first human? I mean…”
“Oh yeah, you’re my first.”
“So I took your virginity?” she asked.
“I guess you could say that. I suppose our only problem is how we get a bear for your dad without hurting one.”
“We’ll think of something.”
****
Trent woke up, his arm aching where it had been wrapped around Emily all night.
She was already awake and looking at him.
“What?” he asked.
“Do you hibernate in winter?”
“Nope.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that because I’d get lonely.”
“Hey, you want to meet some of my shifter buddies later? The wolves are having a party tonight.”
“Wolves?”
“Don’t worry; they’re the friendliest bunch of canines you’ll ever meet.”
“I guess I’ll have to get used to all this. Oh, a
nd I did think of a way around my father and the bear problem.”
“I’d love to hear it.”
“He said I had to bring home a bear.”
“Yeah, but how’s that solving things?”
“He didn’t exactly say it had to be a dead one, so I figure if I take you with me, I’ve fulfilled his wish.”
Trent smiled. That’s why he’d fallen for her, beautiful and smart too.
Just how he liked his lady.
“Do you think he’ll believe I’m a bear?” asked Trent.
“Nope, but he won’t believe the true story either. If I know my father he’ll think I’ve made up this strangest story because in my heart I don’t want to kill a bear, he’ll take pity on me and let me off the hook.”
“You think so?”
“I know he will. So when can I take you home?”
They rubbed noses.
“Anytime you like,” said Trent.
The End
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