A Slice of Honeybear Pie (BWWM Paranormal BBW Bear Shifter Romance) (Bearfield Book 1) Read Free Page A

 
    “Please trust me when I tell you I can take care of myself,” he said, putting a hint of a growl into his voice. If he didn’t know it would drive her stark raving mad with terror, he would have shifted right there to show her. Well, maybe outside. He was pretty big as a bear and he’d hate to smash up anymore furniture.
    “Can you get me out of here? The men who are after me, they want me gone. They’re undoubtedly searching every inch of Northern California for me right now.” Her eyes were wide, her breathing shallow. Matt’s enhanced shifter senses could hear her heart hammering in her chest. He could smell the sour tang of fear wafting off her, mixed with the sugary head-spinning scent of lust. She wanted him. He knew it.  
    “Did you bring your cell phone?”
    “Of course, it’s right here.” The woman slid the phone across the table. Matt picked it up and shattered it in his hand with one quick squeeze, letting the glass and plastic and printed circuits rain to the table with a clatter.
    “If these men are half as dangerous as you say, they’re already near. Probably tracking you via your phone.”
    “Then maybe you should have tossed in onto a truck headed out of town instead of smashing it here like a caveman?”
    Matt sighed. She was right. It’d been an impulsive move. He was trying to impress her with his strength but instead she now thought he was an untrustworthy meathead who didn’t plan ahead. It was closer to the truth than he was comfortable with. The bear inside him wanted to claim her as his mate, it didn’t understand why there was so much talking still happening when they both clearly lusted for each other. He should just sweep her off her feet, carry her back to his den, and spend the next fifty years mating and eating and mating until they were surrounded by so many cubs they couldn’t even count them all.
    “Is there anyone you can call?” Matt asked. But what he meant was, “do you have a boyfriend?”  
    “No,” she shook her head, a darkness sliding into her eyes. “Not anymore.”
    “No one? Not parents or friends or siblings?”
    “I don’t want to drag them into this. The last person I told about all of this ended up dead at my feet. Do you think I want that for my sister?”
    “Where does she live?”
    “I can’t tell you that.”
    Infuriating woman! How could he help her, how could he protect her, if she wouldn’t tell him anything? He had to earn her trust, to show her that he wasn’t some backwoods hick with sawdust between his ears.  
    “If I can get you out of here—get you to a safe place—will you tell me what’s going on?”
    The woman thought about it, chewing her plump lip in a way that made Matt’s bear groan and roll over. He wanted to chew her lip. He wanted to tear her dress off to see what her nipples looked like. He wanted to hold her breasts in his hands and bury his face in their softness, licking and chewing her sensitive buds until she begged him to mate her.
    “Okay,” she said. “I don’t know how else I’ll get out of here alive. Take me someplace safe and I’ll tell you everything.”
    “Fantastic,” Matt said and grinned at her like she’d just agreed to go to prom with him.
    “But first we need to find my car. I need to get something out of the glove box.”

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    “Good thing for you my brother runs the only wrecker around. He towed your car to his shop. Just tell me what you need and he can bring it to us.” The big man, Matt, said in a reassuring tone. He wasn’t taking this seriously. Why did men never take Mina seriously? They saw her curves, her breasts, or maybe the color of her skin and assumed she was overreacting about everything. Mobsters killed her business partner while she watched. She was not overreacting.
    “I can’t do that.” Mina placed her hands on the table and stood up, the effect would have been more intimidating if Matt wasn’t the largest single person she’d ever seen. What