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BRINGING HOME THE BEAR
Kalispell
Shifters, 2
Vanessa Devereaux
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Trent
settled down in the armchair by the window. Its arms were torn and threadbare,
but it had been his father’s favorite resting spot, and for that reason alone,
he’d never part with it. It also offered the best view from the house. From here,
he could see the stream and the mountain range in the distance. He sipped his
beer. It had been a beautiful sunrise and he cherished every day he could just sit
and relax. Yes, he’d prefer to be on duty but until his leg was one hundred
percent healed, the department had told him to take
things easy.
A
flash of something bright from the stream below caught his attention. He took
another sip of beer. He stood, trying not to wince when his leg felt sore again.
He hobbled closer to the glass to get a better look.
Stranding
by the stream was a young woman dressed in waders. Didn’t she know this was
private property? He watched as she ventured out into the stream. Also private. He
stood spellbound as she threw the rod behind her, the hook catching on one of
the nearby branches and pulling her backward until she went butt first into the
water.
Trent
knew it was wrong of him, but he burst out laughing. She was obviously new to
fly-fishing or even plain old fishing, by the look of things.
She
struggled back to her feet, waded out of the stream, and lifted the hook from
the tree. Losing her footing yet again, she went ass first onto the ground, this
time causing Trent to draw in his breath. She’d have one sore butt tonight.
Brushing
some mud off her jacket, she got to her feet again. Whoever the woman was, she
was clearly one determined lady. He liked that quality in a person. Now he was
intrigued to see what she looked like up close. He could go down to the stream
and tell her it was private land, but after all the trouble she’d been through,
it was only fair he let her continue. And yes, he had a motive for not letting
her know someone was in spying on her. Trent walked over to the bookshelf and
reached up on the top shelf for his binoculars. Once he got back to the window,
he put them up to his eyes.
Young
and very pretty were the first two adjectives that shot into his head. He had
no problem with her trespassing on his land at all. He took another sip of beer
and then got back to watching her. She cast the line back, this time clearing
the branches but as she placed it in the water, and she fell face down into the
stream.
He
laughed, spilling beer down the front of his t-shirt. Yeah, this was so wrong,
but in a way, it was so right.
Should I go help
her, show her how it’s done?
He
wanted to but something deep inside him just wanted to watch her from afar.
The
front of his pants grew uncomfortably tight as she strolled toward the water’s
edge. He refocused the binoculars for a more up close view. The hat she’d been wearing
was now floating on the downward current of the stream. Her gorgeous dark brown
hair hung wet and limp around her shoulders. She climbed out of the water and
up the bank where it looked like a backpack sat. She unzipped it and pulled out
a white t-shirt. She gave it a shake.
Taking
another sip of beer, he stood fascinated while as she took off her jacket and
then proceeded to take off the wet blue t-shirt. He swallowed. His cock
twitched. She reached behind her back. She was taking off that pretty pink lace
bra she was wearing. He swallowed again. When he’d sat down to enjoy the view,
he hadn’t quite expected this. She was now topless, almost making his inner bear
roar to life.
Her
breasts were round and heavy looking. Just the sort the bear in him loved so
much. Trent adjusted the lenses on the binoculars just a little more so he
could zoom in on her nipples.
Yes,
this wasn’t a nice thing to do, but she was the one who’d invaded his private
domain.
His
bear half made a gurgling sound that originated in the
Kalispell
Shifters, 2
Vanessa Devereaux
Copyright © 2014
Chapter One
Trent
settled down in the armchair by the window. Its arms were torn and threadbare,
but it had been his father’s favorite resting spot, and for that reason alone,
he’d never part with it. It also offered the best view from the house. From here,
he could see the stream and the mountain range in the distance. He sipped his
beer. It had been a beautiful sunrise and he cherished every day he could just sit
and relax. Yes, he’d prefer to be on duty but until his leg was one hundred
percent healed, the department had told him to take
things easy.
A
flash of something bright from the stream below caught his attention. He took
another sip of beer. He stood, trying not to wince when his leg felt sore again.
He hobbled closer to the glass to get a better look.
Stranding
by the stream was a young woman dressed in waders. Didn’t she know this was
private property? He watched as she ventured out into the stream. Also private. He
stood spellbound as she threw the rod behind her, the hook catching on one of
the nearby branches and pulling her backward until she went butt first into the
water.
Trent
knew it was wrong of him, but he burst out laughing. She was obviously new to
fly-fishing or even plain old fishing, by the look of things.
She
struggled back to her feet, waded out of the stream, and lifted the hook from
the tree. Losing her footing yet again, she went ass first onto the ground, this
time causing Trent to draw in his breath. She’d have one sore butt tonight.
Brushing
some mud off her jacket, she got to her feet again. Whoever the woman was, she
was clearly one determined lady. He liked that quality in a person. Now he was
intrigued to see what she looked like up close. He could go down to the stream
and tell her it was private land, but after all the trouble she’d been through,
it was only fair he let her continue. And yes, he had a motive for not letting
her know someone was in spying on her. Trent walked over to the bookshelf and
reached up on the top shelf for his binoculars. Once he got back to the window,
he put them up to his eyes.
Young
and very pretty were the first two adjectives that shot into his head. He had
no problem with her trespassing on his land at all. He took another sip of beer
and then got back to watching her. She cast the line back, this time clearing
the branches but as she placed it in the water, and she fell face down into the
stream.
He
laughed, spilling beer down the front of his t-shirt. Yeah, this was so wrong,
but in a way, it was so right.
Should I go help
her, show her how it’s done?
He
wanted to but something deep inside him just wanted to watch her from afar.
The
front of his pants grew uncomfortably tight as she strolled toward the water’s
edge. He refocused the binoculars for a more up close view. The hat she’d been wearing
was now floating on the downward current of the stream. Her gorgeous dark brown
hair hung wet and limp around her shoulders. She climbed out of the water and
up the bank where it looked like a backpack sat. She unzipped it and pulled out
a white t-shirt. She gave it a shake.
Taking
another sip of beer, he stood fascinated while as she took off her jacket and
then proceeded to take off the wet blue t-shirt. He swallowed. His cock
twitched. She reached behind her back. She was taking off that pretty pink lace
bra she was wearing. He swallowed again. When he’d sat down to enjoy the view,
he hadn’t quite expected this. She was now topless, almost making his inner bear
roar to life.
Her
breasts were round and heavy looking. Just the sort the bear in him loved so
much. Trent adjusted the lenses on the binoculars just a little more so he
could zoom in on her nipples.
Yes,
this wasn’t a nice thing to do, but she was the one who’d invaded his private
domain.
His
bear half made a gurgling sound that originated in the
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