affected his body.
“Yep,” he answered as he tapped Luke’s nose with the tip of his gloved finger. “It’s getting colder out, and I have to finish up.” And he needed to get his runaway libido back under control. His cock was pulsing in his jeans, ready to explore Luke’s tempting body.
Since his mate had shown up, Malcolm’s body stayed in a perpetual state of readiness. He was in a constant state of arousal around his elf. Just one look from Luke’s sultry brown eyes, and he was ready to fuck him for days.
He might be the oldest of the bears, but Malcolm was quite sure he could give his sons a run for their money. Malcolm stayed so hot around Luke that the snow should have been melting all around him and the air should have been as humid as the summer.
His jeans became tight, uncomfortable as they neared the house. He needed to get Luke away from him if he was ever going to finish his work.
“I’ll be back in time for supper.”
Luke looked like he wanted to pout until a snowball hit his mate’s leg. Malcolm growled as he glanced around, spotting Chauncey and Chance snickering from the side of the house.
“I think they’ve declared war,” Luke whispered. “Payback?”
Malcolm liked the way his mate had a gleam of mischievousness in his devilishly handsome brown eyes. “I like the way you think,” he whispered. And he did. Luke was going to fit in just fine.
Dismounting, Malcolm pulled Luke from the saddle and handed his horse over to Riley, who was standing there scowling for some odd reason. He would figure his eldest boy out later. He had twin cubs to torture.
Luke grabbed Malcolm’s hand, pulling him to the back of the house where they made at least six snowballs each. Luke draped the blanket over his arm, tucking the snowballs into the crook of it as they crept around to where the twins were hiding, building their own arsenal of the cold missiles.
“Now,” Malcolm whispered as he and Luke began their assault.
“Hey!” Chance shouted as he and Chauncey took off, tossing snowballs over their shoulders as they rounded the house.
Luke laughed as he hurled his, making Malcolm’s smile grow as wide as the sun. His mate was simply gorgeous when he was barraging the twins. His eyes seemed to sparkle like fine diamonds.
“We give,” Chauncey shouted as they ran up onto the porch.
Malcolm grabbed Luke, steering him toward the door, wanting his mate inside where he could get warm. As he opened the screen door, he threw his last snowball, whacking Chauncey in the head.
“Pa!”
Malcolm snickered as he pushed Luke inside. That’ll teach his cubs. No one got one past papa bear. His hand on the small of Luke’s back, Malcolm guided his mate over to the roaring fire and then sat him on the floor.
“Now I have to finish my work. Stay here and get warm.” He leaned down, kissing Luke before straightening and heading outside with yet another hard-on. He could see Luke staring at his groin, his eyes a smoldering dark brown as a smile tugged at his lips.
This was so not helping.
Malcolm chuckled as he walked past the scowling twins on the porch and headed back toward the barn. Sore losers.
As he entered the heated barn, he noticed Riley working in one of the stalls, a deep frown pulling his brows down. He knew Riley wasn’t the most happy-go-lucky cub, but he’d never seen him this irritated.
“Something bothering you, son?”
Riley didn’t say a word as he continued to work. That wasn’t like him. They had worked side by side, running this ranch since they settled here. There really wasn’t much they didn’t talk about.
Malcolm stepped closer, resting his arm on one of the stalls as he watched Riley violently pull the hay from the stall. His moves were manic, jerky, and if he didn’t know any better, his son was trying to work out what to say in his head.
He just rested there, waiting for his son to start talking. When Riley still didn’t say a word after a few more
“Yep,” he answered as he tapped Luke’s nose with the tip of his gloved finger. “It’s getting colder out, and I have to finish up.” And he needed to get his runaway libido back under control. His cock was pulsing in his jeans, ready to explore Luke’s tempting body.
Since his mate had shown up, Malcolm’s body stayed in a perpetual state of readiness. He was in a constant state of arousal around his elf. Just one look from Luke’s sultry brown eyes, and he was ready to fuck him for days.
He might be the oldest of the bears, but Malcolm was quite sure he could give his sons a run for their money. Malcolm stayed so hot around Luke that the snow should have been melting all around him and the air should have been as humid as the summer.
His jeans became tight, uncomfortable as they neared the house. He needed to get Luke away from him if he was ever going to finish his work.
“I’ll be back in time for supper.”
Luke looked like he wanted to pout until a snowball hit his mate’s leg. Malcolm growled as he glanced around, spotting Chauncey and Chance snickering from the side of the house.
“I think they’ve declared war,” Luke whispered. “Payback?”
Malcolm liked the way his mate had a gleam of mischievousness in his devilishly handsome brown eyes. “I like the way you think,” he whispered. And he did. Luke was going to fit in just fine.
Dismounting, Malcolm pulled Luke from the saddle and handed his horse over to Riley, who was standing there scowling for some odd reason. He would figure his eldest boy out later. He had twin cubs to torture.
Luke grabbed Malcolm’s hand, pulling him to the back of the house where they made at least six snowballs each. Luke draped the blanket over his arm, tucking the snowballs into the crook of it as they crept around to where the twins were hiding, building their own arsenal of the cold missiles.
“Now,” Malcolm whispered as he and Luke began their assault.
“Hey!” Chance shouted as he and Chauncey took off, tossing snowballs over their shoulders as they rounded the house.
Luke laughed as he hurled his, making Malcolm’s smile grow as wide as the sun. His mate was simply gorgeous when he was barraging the twins. His eyes seemed to sparkle like fine diamonds.
“We give,” Chauncey shouted as they ran up onto the porch.
Malcolm grabbed Luke, steering him toward the door, wanting his mate inside where he could get warm. As he opened the screen door, he threw his last snowball, whacking Chauncey in the head.
“Pa!”
Malcolm snickered as he pushed Luke inside. That’ll teach his cubs. No one got one past papa bear. His hand on the small of Luke’s back, Malcolm guided his mate over to the roaring fire and then sat him on the floor.
“Now I have to finish my work. Stay here and get warm.” He leaned down, kissing Luke before straightening and heading outside with yet another hard-on. He could see Luke staring at his groin, his eyes a smoldering dark brown as a smile tugged at his lips.
This was so not helping.
Malcolm chuckled as he walked past the scowling twins on the porch and headed back toward the barn. Sore losers.
As he entered the heated barn, he noticed Riley working in one of the stalls, a deep frown pulling his brows down. He knew Riley wasn’t the most happy-go-lucky cub, but he’d never seen him this irritated.
“Something bothering you, son?”
Riley didn’t say a word as he continued to work. That wasn’t like him. They had worked side by side, running this ranch since they settled here. There really wasn’t much they didn’t talk about.
Malcolm stepped closer, resting his arm on one of the stalls as he watched Riley violently pull the hay from the stall. His moves were manic, jerky, and if he didn’t know any better, his son was trying to work out what to say in his head.
He just rested there, waiting for his son to start talking. When Riley still didn’t say a word after a few more
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