Stone Bear: Sentinel (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Stone Bears Book 1) by Amelia Jade
Authors: Amelia Jade
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perhaps not tonight?”
Caia looked at him for a moment, then nodded. It was tentative at first, but as she evaluated everything it became more confident. “Probably best not to do it while we’re in the middle of a case,” she said flimsily, but he didn’t call her on the weakness of the excuse.
“Yeah, probably not,” he agreed regretfully, even if it wasn’t how he truly felt. “Watch your feet,” he said, then closed the door as she pulled herself back into the cab of the truck.
He almost lashed out at the truck as he walked around to the driver’s side, but she would have felt that, and he didn’t want to give her a legitimate reason not to want to be with him. It was bad enough that work was always on their minds in situations like this, but if she was afraid he might lose his temper if she didn’t do exactly as he wanted, then the entire foundation of their interest in each other would crumble, and that was something he did not want. Especially since he wasn’t mad at her, but at his employer.
The truck fired up and they left the restaurant behind. They were almost halfway back to her house before either of them spoke.
“Do you want to meet at the office tomorrow and then go, or get together here in town, to avoid any suspicion?”
Ugh. Work.
“I think we should both leave work separately and meet up here. Evan seems to be avoiding the Tongue & Flame lately, so let’s rendezvous there,” he suggested.
“Sounds good.”
Their conversation was so mechanical and awkward now. He hated it. All the banter and flirting was gone as they tried to remain proper until he could finally drop her off. Which would be no more than another thirty seconds or so he noted thankfully, since he was already turning onto her street. There were some benefits to living in a town as small as Origin. It took no more than a handful of minutes to drive from one side to the other in most cases.
“Well, thank you again,” she said, shoving the door open as he threw the truck into park in her driveway.
“I had fun, so thank you,” he replied.
Gabriel contemplated walking her up to the door. It was the polite thing to do, but he had a feeling—after what they had just been through and done—that it would be the incorrect move in this situation. So instead, he let her go. Caia clearly wasn’t as willing to break the rules as he was, and the last thing he was going to do was push her on that.
He did, however, wait until he saw her safely enter the house before he backed down the driveway.
The truck had just turned onto the road that led out of town and up to the mansion when his phone began to ring. He punched the button on the wheel to answer it hands-free.
“Hello?”
Chapter Eight
Caia
“Turn around. The door’s unlocked.”
Caia hung up her phone and threw it on the couch, pacing back and forth in front of the comfortable piece of leather furniture. Its dark finish mimicked the night outside.
What was she doing? He had been clear and gone. Everything would have stayed the way it was, except she had to go and make a phone call. To tell him that the door was open, and that he should come inside.
“You just made the equivalent to a booty call,” she said to herself with a shaky laugh.
Don’t regret this.
She recalled the hard cock her hand had encountered earlier, and at least part of her knew she wouldn’t regret it. At least, not at the time. She might in the morning if it truly was that big. Not that it would be the only thing she might regret in the morning.
The wait was horrible. She paced back and forth for a few minutes before walking into the kitchen and getting herself a glass of water, trying to calm her nerves. It didn’t matter. She could barely hold the glass steady as she tried to take a sip, her shaking hands resulting in several drops spilling onto her exposed chest.
Which, when Gabriel got his hands on her, was about to become a whole lot more exposed. She was going to
Caia looked at him for a moment, then nodded. It was tentative at first, but as she evaluated everything it became more confident. “Probably best not to do it while we’re in the middle of a case,” she said flimsily, but he didn’t call her on the weakness of the excuse.
“Yeah, probably not,” he agreed regretfully, even if it wasn’t how he truly felt. “Watch your feet,” he said, then closed the door as she pulled herself back into the cab of the truck.
He almost lashed out at the truck as he walked around to the driver’s side, but she would have felt that, and he didn’t want to give her a legitimate reason not to want to be with him. It was bad enough that work was always on their minds in situations like this, but if she was afraid he might lose his temper if she didn’t do exactly as he wanted, then the entire foundation of their interest in each other would crumble, and that was something he did not want. Especially since he wasn’t mad at her, but at his employer.
The truck fired up and they left the restaurant behind. They were almost halfway back to her house before either of them spoke.
“Do you want to meet at the office tomorrow and then go, or get together here in town, to avoid any suspicion?”
Ugh. Work.
“I think we should both leave work separately and meet up here. Evan seems to be avoiding the Tongue & Flame lately, so let’s rendezvous there,” he suggested.
“Sounds good.”
Their conversation was so mechanical and awkward now. He hated it. All the banter and flirting was gone as they tried to remain proper until he could finally drop her off. Which would be no more than another thirty seconds or so he noted thankfully, since he was already turning onto her street. There were some benefits to living in a town as small as Origin. It took no more than a handful of minutes to drive from one side to the other in most cases.
“Well, thank you again,” she said, shoving the door open as he threw the truck into park in her driveway.
“I had fun, so thank you,” he replied.
Gabriel contemplated walking her up to the door. It was the polite thing to do, but he had a feeling—after what they had just been through and done—that it would be the incorrect move in this situation. So instead, he let her go. Caia clearly wasn’t as willing to break the rules as he was, and the last thing he was going to do was push her on that.
He did, however, wait until he saw her safely enter the house before he backed down the driveway.
The truck had just turned onto the road that led out of town and up to the mansion when his phone began to ring. He punched the button on the wheel to answer it hands-free.
“Hello?”
Chapter Eight
Caia
“Turn around. The door’s unlocked.”
Caia hung up her phone and threw it on the couch, pacing back and forth in front of the comfortable piece of leather furniture. Its dark finish mimicked the night outside.
What was she doing? He had been clear and gone. Everything would have stayed the way it was, except she had to go and make a phone call. To tell him that the door was open, and that he should come inside.
“You just made the equivalent to a booty call,” she said to herself with a shaky laugh.
Don’t regret this.
She recalled the hard cock her hand had encountered earlier, and at least part of her knew she wouldn’t regret it. At least, not at the time. She might in the morning if it truly was that big. Not that it would be the only thing she might regret in the morning.
The wait was horrible. She paced back and forth for a few minutes before walking into the kitchen and getting herself a glass of water, trying to calm her nerves. It didn’t matter. She could barely hold the glass steady as she tried to take a sip, her shaking hands resulting in several drops spilling onto her exposed chest.
Which, when Gabriel got his hands on her, was about to become a whole lot more exposed. She was going to
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