Bearllionaire: (BWWM) Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance Standalone by Terry Bolryder Page A
Authors: Terry Bolryder
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usually found the more difficult an asset was to acquire, the more worth having it was.
He started up the snowmobile and, after making sure Janna was holding on tight, started down the mountain.
The snow was falling lightly, packed in tight drifts on the trees around them and slowly fluttering to ground when disturbed by the wind. Despite the sound of the motor and the whoosh of the air going past, there was something so still and quiet about the white all around them.
His heart was warm, knowing it was just them here alone together. There wouldn’t be skiers or snowboarders on this hill. It was private and marked off with signs that warned against trespassing.
There were apparently some benefits to being a lodge owner and having your own mountain. Even in this little tourist town mostly known for skiing and bears.
The bears around here should be hibernating, but sometimes they were disturbed. And then there were bear shifters who didn’t follow those rules. Even bear shifters that could shift had varying levels of bear blood. Having any bear was just so rare compared to the other shifter races.
He wondered how he’d explain that to Janna.
He could almost feel her heartbeat against his back; he was that close to her. He could smell her arousal at their touch, remember the scent from last night, and he found himself hitting the gas too hard in response. He told himself to go slower, but they still found themselves back at the base of the lodge all too soon, to both their chagrin.
She seemed reluctant to get off and get back to work. When she got off the snowmobile and made as if she were leaving, he caught her by the hand and pulled her back, catching her lips with his.
The kiss was gentle, the antithesis of the other night, and when he pulled back, a single snowflake fell on her bottom lip, melting when he came back against her. He loved the fit they had, the feel of her, and he pulled her body against him as he gently deepened the kiss. When he let her go, she stumbled slightly and he put a hand out to steady her.
“Full of surprises,” she murmured, touching her lips. Her hair was in beautiful disarray from the ride, extra curly and wild. He wanted to see how it would look fresh out of bed.
“Thanks,” he said. “I had a great time.”
“So,” she said, composing herself and smoothing down her coat. “Back to work?”
He sighed and got off the snowmobile to follow her in. “I suppose.” He put an arm around her and was rewarded with a grin. “If we have to.”
She nodded and led the way into the lodge. “Work before play.”
Ryder sort of wished it were the other way around.
10
T he rest of the workday went by briskly, except for a couple of interruptions from Ryder’s brothers to tease them about working on vacation.
But Ryder was difficult to ruffle, so she hid her blush and worked alongside him and tried not to react to the teasing. What was really on her mind was what was going to happen once they were at the cabin again. And the fact that she shouldn’t ever ride on a snowmobile behind Ryder again. It was far too dangerous. The feel of his wide back against her soft breasts, the hard abs under her hands. It had been heaven.
She made a note to call her girlfriends for some girl time the next day. It was exactly what she needed to clear her head. That thought reminded her of the phone message, and she drummed her fingers on the desk while thinking whether she should tell Ryder.
She would wait and see if more messages came. She knew she was safe here, and perhaps if she showed him, he’d overreact. She’d just have to be cautious.
He was putting away papers briskly and eyeing the clock, and she put away what she was working on as well. They’d made good progress, often with long stretches of silence, which suited her well because she preferred that when trying to focus.
But now that work was wrapping up, all she could feel was the tension in the air around them.
In a few minutes,
He started up the snowmobile and, after making sure Janna was holding on tight, started down the mountain.
The snow was falling lightly, packed in tight drifts on the trees around them and slowly fluttering to ground when disturbed by the wind. Despite the sound of the motor and the whoosh of the air going past, there was something so still and quiet about the white all around them.
His heart was warm, knowing it was just them here alone together. There wouldn’t be skiers or snowboarders on this hill. It was private and marked off with signs that warned against trespassing.
There were apparently some benefits to being a lodge owner and having your own mountain. Even in this little tourist town mostly known for skiing and bears.
The bears around here should be hibernating, but sometimes they were disturbed. And then there were bear shifters who didn’t follow those rules. Even bear shifters that could shift had varying levels of bear blood. Having any bear was just so rare compared to the other shifter races.
He wondered how he’d explain that to Janna.
He could almost feel her heartbeat against his back; he was that close to her. He could smell her arousal at their touch, remember the scent from last night, and he found himself hitting the gas too hard in response. He told himself to go slower, but they still found themselves back at the base of the lodge all too soon, to both their chagrin.
She seemed reluctant to get off and get back to work. When she got off the snowmobile and made as if she were leaving, he caught her by the hand and pulled her back, catching her lips with his.
The kiss was gentle, the antithesis of the other night, and when he pulled back, a single snowflake fell on her bottom lip, melting when he came back against her. He loved the fit they had, the feel of her, and he pulled her body against him as he gently deepened the kiss. When he let her go, she stumbled slightly and he put a hand out to steady her.
“Full of surprises,” she murmured, touching her lips. Her hair was in beautiful disarray from the ride, extra curly and wild. He wanted to see how it would look fresh out of bed.
“Thanks,” he said. “I had a great time.”
“So,” she said, composing herself and smoothing down her coat. “Back to work?”
He sighed and got off the snowmobile to follow her in. “I suppose.” He put an arm around her and was rewarded with a grin. “If we have to.”
She nodded and led the way into the lodge. “Work before play.”
Ryder sort of wished it were the other way around.
10
T he rest of the workday went by briskly, except for a couple of interruptions from Ryder’s brothers to tease them about working on vacation.
But Ryder was difficult to ruffle, so she hid her blush and worked alongside him and tried not to react to the teasing. What was really on her mind was what was going to happen once they were at the cabin again. And the fact that she shouldn’t ever ride on a snowmobile behind Ryder again. It was far too dangerous. The feel of his wide back against her soft breasts, the hard abs under her hands. It had been heaven.
She made a note to call her girlfriends for some girl time the next day. It was exactly what she needed to clear her head. That thought reminded her of the phone message, and she drummed her fingers on the desk while thinking whether she should tell Ryder.
She would wait and see if more messages came. She knew she was safe here, and perhaps if she showed him, he’d overreact. She’d just have to be cautious.
He was putting away papers briskly and eyeing the clock, and she put away what she was working on as well. They’d made good progress, often with long stretches of silence, which suited her well because she preferred that when trying to focus.
But now that work was wrapping up, all she could feel was the tension in the air around them.
In a few minutes,
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