Stranded With Her Bear: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Bear Bluff Clan Book 3) by Harmony Raines Page B
Authors: Harmony Raines
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were opened again, and she had realised they could only now be opened from the outside; she might be dead of starvation, or dehydration. She had one bottle of water, which she had refilled in the restroom, but it wouldn’t last her for days.
Willow began looking at the boxes. Using the light from her flashlight, she carefully checked the sides of boxes for labels. All she wanted was some food, and she would try to do as little damage as possible. As she carefully tried to keep her balance, the truck made its slow progress away from the danger that pursued her.
Chapter Three – Trent
Trent wasn’t sure, if it was the degree of concentration he needed to watch the road or if he had eaten something bad from the gas station, but he felt odd. Not your usual odd, no stomach ache, or nausea; this was different from anything he had ever experienced before. The sensations in his body were probably similar to if he had eaten an aphrodisiac; it resulted in an uncomfortable hardness in his pants.
Adjusting his position, he tried to think of something other than sex. But it was hard; his whole body seemed to be in a heightened state of arousal. Turning the radio up, he stared at the road, or what he could see of it, and blocked everything out. It worked for two minutes, and then he was back to thinking about sex.
Damn, if this wasn’t the weirdest trip he had been on.
Almost missing his turn-off, he had to slow right down to swing his truck onto the steep road, which would take him up to the cougars. He knew he had to keep moving. If he didn’t, then he would be stranded on the road, not something he had any desire to be. Not when his cock refused to calm down. Maybe if he made it to Cougar Ridge he might have to find a little female company to make him feel better.
That thought seemed so wrong somehow, as if he cheating on his mate. I haven’t found her yet, he thought. Damn it; don’t say he was going to have to abstain from sex because he was in love with his mate. A woman he didn’t know yet! This mated bond thing was going to drive him to an early grave.
Still distracted, he missed the bank of snow that had collapsed onto the road. His front wheel hit it, making the truck judder, and behind him he heard some of the boxes fall. Managing to maintain control, he guided the truck to a stop, luckily on the brow of a small dip in the road. It gave him a chance of gaining forward momentum when he tried to drive off again. His experience told him a hill start would be impossible with the amount of snow covering the roads.
He would need to quickly check everything was OK in the back and then push on. It was only about five more miles; if he was lucky, he would still be able to make the delivery before night fell completely. He grabbed his flashlight and jacket before he got out into the cold, wet snow. Walking around the front of the truck, he saw the problem, so first he went about clearing the snow from around his wheels, making sure he would be able to pull off again. Then he went around to the back of the truck.
The odd feelings persisted, getting worse as he made it further back along the length of his truck. In fact, there was a point about five feet from the back when the sensation got so intense, he struggled to breathe. Forcing himself to walk on, he found it got a little easier. Strange.
Rubbing his hands together for warmth, he prepared to open up the back, knowing the cold metal would burn his hands. But as he reached up, he paused. The lock was open. Now, if one of his men had been responsible for securing it, he might have blamed them, but he had locked this himself. He knew someone had tampered with it.
Deep inside his mind, his bear awoke. If he had to, if he was confronted by trouble, he would have no choice but to free his bear. But Trent was a hard man; chances were, it was just kids and he would be able to handle himself. Still, his bear made himself known, making Trent feel off-kilter again. His
Willow began looking at the boxes. Using the light from her flashlight, she carefully checked the sides of boxes for labels. All she wanted was some food, and she would try to do as little damage as possible. As she carefully tried to keep her balance, the truck made its slow progress away from the danger that pursued her.
Chapter Three – Trent
Trent wasn’t sure, if it was the degree of concentration he needed to watch the road or if he had eaten something bad from the gas station, but he felt odd. Not your usual odd, no stomach ache, or nausea; this was different from anything he had ever experienced before. The sensations in his body were probably similar to if he had eaten an aphrodisiac; it resulted in an uncomfortable hardness in his pants.
Adjusting his position, he tried to think of something other than sex. But it was hard; his whole body seemed to be in a heightened state of arousal. Turning the radio up, he stared at the road, or what he could see of it, and blocked everything out. It worked for two minutes, and then he was back to thinking about sex.
Damn, if this wasn’t the weirdest trip he had been on.
Almost missing his turn-off, he had to slow right down to swing his truck onto the steep road, which would take him up to the cougars. He knew he had to keep moving. If he didn’t, then he would be stranded on the road, not something he had any desire to be. Not when his cock refused to calm down. Maybe if he made it to Cougar Ridge he might have to find a little female company to make him feel better.
That thought seemed so wrong somehow, as if he cheating on his mate. I haven’t found her yet, he thought. Damn it; don’t say he was going to have to abstain from sex because he was in love with his mate. A woman he didn’t know yet! This mated bond thing was going to drive him to an early grave.
Still distracted, he missed the bank of snow that had collapsed onto the road. His front wheel hit it, making the truck judder, and behind him he heard some of the boxes fall. Managing to maintain control, he guided the truck to a stop, luckily on the brow of a small dip in the road. It gave him a chance of gaining forward momentum when he tried to drive off again. His experience told him a hill start would be impossible with the amount of snow covering the roads.
He would need to quickly check everything was OK in the back and then push on. It was only about five more miles; if he was lucky, he would still be able to make the delivery before night fell completely. He grabbed his flashlight and jacket before he got out into the cold, wet snow. Walking around the front of the truck, he saw the problem, so first he went about clearing the snow from around his wheels, making sure he would be able to pull off again. Then he went around to the back of the truck.
The odd feelings persisted, getting worse as he made it further back along the length of his truck. In fact, there was a point about five feet from the back when the sensation got so intense, he struggled to breathe. Forcing himself to walk on, he found it got a little easier. Strange.
Rubbing his hands together for warmth, he prepared to open up the back, knowing the cold metal would burn his hands. But as he reached up, he paused. The lock was open. Now, if one of his men had been responsible for securing it, he might have blamed them, but he had locked this himself. He knew someone had tampered with it.
Deep inside his mind, his bear awoke. If he had to, if he was confronted by trouble, he would have no choice but to free his bear. But Trent was a hard man; chances were, it was just kids and he would be able to handle himself. Still, his bear made himself known, making Trent feel off-kilter again. His
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