Isabella

Isabella turned over on her side and brushed a blonde strand out of her face. The sun was shining into the little cabin and she stretched her arms only to be stopped when she felt another body in the bed. Sure, she had just had an amazing hot dream about a TV star she was crushing on, but there was no way that was real. Was it? Slowly she opened one eye and looked over to find a gorgeous and partially naked man lying next to her. His junk was only covered by a piece of the blanket. But besides that, she could see every rippling muscle, every piece of flesh. Who the hell was this? She pulled the blankets up to her chin and then took one single finger and poked him in the chest. She should've known better. She should have realized right away that he was probably a shifter and that poking him would do absolutely no good for anyone. But here she was. And of course, after poking the sleeping person next to her she realized he was a shifter when his snoring only got louder and he moved slightly so that the sheet was no longer covering any part of his body. She tried to avert her eyes even though she really didn’t want to, this man was fine. Dark brown hair and a matching beard. He had a tattoo that covered his one shoulder. Markings of their clan, she recognized it. But she couldn't just lay there and look at this naked, sleeping man next to her, she had no idea who he was. And considering she was at the clan family gathering, there was a chance that this hot guy was a relative. That would be some terrible shit. Holy. Did she just ogle her distant cousin while he was naked? Nope, no good. So, she did the only thing she could think to do. She yelled.

“Yo! Wake the hell up! Who are you and why are you in my bed?”

The man rustled at her yelling. His eyes flickered and then as he opened them they grew wider and wider. “Hello there.” Then he looked down. “What the hell? I left the bar a little buzzed. There's no way that I had sex with some broad and I don't remember it.”

She crossed her arms and took a deep breath. “One, I'm not some broad. My name is Isabella. Two you are in my bed. This is my cabin, and you must have come in at some point during the night and taken your clothes off. I certainly didn’t remove them from your body. So, this is not my problem, it's yours! I suggest you come up with some type of response as to why you're here.”

She was steaming. Who did he think he was? Part of her was so angry he was ruining her quiet vacay and the other way praying he was not a relative, because damn did he have the rugged mystery man thing down.

“I'm Lucas, Jacob and Allison’s son.” She breathed a sigh of relief. Not a cousin. Score. “I'm here on some crazy ass clan adventure. I'm guessing it's the same reason that you are here Isabella?” He surveyed the sheet covering her body like he could see through it. She wondered what he was hoping to see underneath.

“Yes. I'm a cousin of the Bradwicks.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “So, you’re royalty?”

She shook her head. “They’re my mom's step siblings. By the way do you think you could like cover-up?” He looked down again and this time quickly grabbed part of the sheet and threw it over his growing cock.

“Sorry, I'm not really a morning person.”

“None of us are. It’s the genetics. So, I'm guessing that someone made a mistake and put us in here together?”

Lucas smacked himself in the head. “I would love to say that I think that's true, except that my mother is attempting to set me up with a nice shifter girl to have cubs with. I'm guessing you're single, or at least she's hoping that you are, and she told me about this cabin on purpose.”

Single? Check. Wants to have this guy’s cubs? Maybe. Wanting him to stay in this bed without his clothes on? Definitely. So perhaps his mom was crazy. She could get over that. She’d done crazy before. Hell, her own mother could certainly pull a few tricks. Maybe this little family vacation wouldn’t be so torturous after all. “So, you're telling me that you think your mother purposefully sent you into my cabin without your clothes on?”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I don't think she realizes that I sleep in the nude. I went to the bar last night and I still smell like it, that's usually where I end my evening, so I'm not really the laundry type.”

Ew. “Are you telling me you don't do laundry at all? I think that's going to have an impact on whether or not I'm ready to have your cubs for your mother.”

He smirked at her. “You think my crazy mother is funny, don't you?”

She nodded. “Slightly. I have a crazy mother of my own, I was supposed to be away with friends this week skiing, and instead I'm here with wine stashed in my bag and dreaming of all the amazing things that I intend to be stuffing myself with. Those are my goals.”

“Low standards, I like it. Sorry that you didn't get to go skiing with your friends. But I guess now that we’re both stuck here we should make the best of it?”

She smiled at him. There was a naked shifter in her bed. She could certainly make the best of this.

“I think I would say that the situation has slightly improved.”

“Interesting choice of words. Well if you're prepared for it to improve even more, I know that Christmas Eve breakfast is always excellent. At least it was when I was a kid. Shall we?” He sat up momentarily forgetting that he was naked underneath the sheets and tried to put his hands on both his butt and his front.

Isabella couldn’t help but point and laugh. “Did you forget you were naked under there?”

He turned around just slightly and she could see the blush rising in his cheeks. “That evident?”

“Oh yeah. Extremely evident. Why don't you grab a shower first? And I’ll just hang here and play on my phone for a little bit. I promise not to look. She pulled her phone from off the nightstand that was next to her and began flipping through text messages and pictures from all her friends on their skiing trip. She considered snapping a shot of her new roommate but realized that that would be a bit intrusive. She had seen the guy naked, but that didn't mean he was on display for the rest of the world to see. Especially if she was going to make him hers.