opened the door. Colt turned around, and his wounds were barely visible. “Bear strength. Give me an hour, and you’ll be begging for me to stop.”
“No, never stop. I will only come with you if I get guaranteed orgasms.”
“Always.”
I grabbed the bag of evidence, handed it to Brooks, who was holding one too, likely filled with things Jack had left behind, and I followed the three naked bears, in an identical display like when all this had first begun, except this time I was following them willingly, no more fear in my heart, no more demons chasing me.
I was going home.
With them.
Our home.
I was going to make sure we baptized every surface, not just the tables and beds. I would let them have me everywhere and in any way. I was sure they still had tricks up their sleeves. Tree sex might’ve been just the beginning.
Eighteen
Brooks
I hung my head and let the hot water run down my back. The wound on my shoulder had already healed, and the only testimony to what had happened in the woods the night before were the scars and bruises that were slowly healing, too. I stayed in the shower until the water ran cold. As I finally stepped out and dried myself, I heard Rosalie and Milo in the open, living room space. I’d brought her with me even though both Lincoln and Colt had insisted to have her. Milo was more important, though. He needed her. I took my time to shave my beard, thinking… why not? I hadn’t shaved it in a while, and even though it wasn’t as long and wild as Lincoln’s, it had become bothersome. It was time for a change. Once I was done, I splashed aftershave on my cheeks and neck, combed my clean, wet hair, and looked at myself in the small bathroom mirror.
I wasn’t the handsomest, but I was tall, big, and burly, and Rosalie liked me. She wanted me. Colt was the pretty boy, with his stupid dreadlocks and sleeve tattoos. He was the carefree one, the one who didn’t think about the future and acted on impulse only to regret it later. I couldn’t be like him, though I envied him sometimes. He was good at avoiding responsibilities, and the truth was that both Lincoln and I had made his life easy. Lincoln had saved his job once more. We all had the weekend off, but next Monday, it was back to work.
Lincoln… He was a weird guy. Oh, and hairy. He was the hairiest of us. Rosalie seemed to like that, because I’d caught her staring at his chest when he was naked and running her hands through his dark chest hair every time she had the chance. She did the same with me, in fact. Lincoln had never had a good woman before. He’d always been the unluckiest of us. I’d had Krista, and Colt had had all the bitches he found God knew where. Now we all had Rosalie, and we were fine with sharing her. We could only hope that she was strong enough to build a real life with us. It wasn’t going to be easy. And I knew the guys wanted cubs, too. Who knew? Maybe Milo would soon get a brother or a sister.
I put on a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt and stepped into the kitchen. Milo had settled down. He was asleep in the human female’s arms. She looked up at me and smiled. I sat down next to her, and that startled the cub. He must’ve been asleep for a few minutes only, because he jumped in surprise and shifted on instinct.
One second, he was a plump little boy, and the next, he was a ball of fur and tiny claws. When he shifted, he turned his clothes to shreds, and as Rosalie and I burst out laughing at his silliness, he growled at us, then jumped off the couch and went to sleep in my bed. Of course. He didn’t like his crib anymore. He’d almost outgrown it.
Rosalie wanted to get up. I wrapped my hand around her wrist and pulled her back down next to me. I opened my arms, and she fell against my chest. I held her close, cradling her gently.
“Do you really want me to stay?” she asked. “A few days ago, you said…”
“I know what I said. And if you want to leave after Milo has completely transitioned to solid food, then I won’t stop