Dylan
As soon as our lips meet, I want to pick her up and fuck her again.
She’s so fucking hot and sexy. But I know better than to take advantage of the situation. Besides, there’s Boss the bear cub and a trashed cabin.
I may be a man of the wild, but that does not mean I live in squalor.
After meals, I wash the dishes straight away. Once the food dries on them, they’re fucking hard to clean.
Sometimes you’ve got to put business before pleasure. God knows, I haven’t always operated this way.
I mean, there were times when I had a one-night stand with some chick whose name I would forget the next day. Back then, I went through chicks like other men go through shirts.
Those days are long gone. I’ve had plenty of time to get my priorities right.
I pull away. Plenty of time for sex later.
“Well,” I say, looking at them both. “The dishes won’t wash themselves.”
My eyes survey the room. There’s shit everywhere. I’ve got no fucking idea what this bear got up to in the night.
I sigh. “And the cabin will stay like this if we sit all day long.”
Emma ruffles Boss’ fur before she picks up the plates and takes them into the kitchen.
“Well, then,” she smiles and gives me a little kiss on the tip of my nose. “Let’s get a move on.”
Before she walks away, I grab her hand and stop her. She tilts her head to the left.
“Not without paying the fucking toll,” I growl.
She laughs. “The toll,” she says, turning to Boss. “What do you think the toll is, my little one?”
Boss stares at her with those big brown bear eyes and licks his lips with his rather large tongue.
“Oh, I see.” She says as if the bear had just told her what to do. “Well then, we better pay it.”
Our eyes meet as she leans into me for a kiss.
I find it fucking hard to let her go. The fire ignites in me, and I’m tempted to leave the dishes till later.
But before I can pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, Boss stands on his back legs, and I feel his rough bear tongue on my cheek.
“Ohhh, Boss,” I groan and wipe my face.
Emma scoots into the kitchen. Boss howls and clumsily gets off his chair to follow what he now thinks is his mother.
Abandoned, I, too, go into the kitchen. Along the way, I pick up old newspapers and shredded boxes, the remains of a bored bear last night.
When I offer to wash up, she shakes her head. “You cooked; the least I can do is clean the dishes.”
“Do you know how to wash the dishes?” I tease, and Emma grins.
She throws a bit of water in my direction. Soapsuds settle in my beard. I’ve got nothing to retaliate with.
“It’s never too late to learn.” She holds up one of the plates. “But you know,” she says, turning it around a few times, “I could always let Boss lick them clean.”
There’s a sparkle in her eyes I haven’t seen before. She seems a new woman today.
“Don’t you dare,” I cry in pretend horror and try to wrestle it from her. Since she’s near the sink, I earn myself another splash and leave her to it.
“How about I dry?” I offer, looking for the tea towel. It takes me a minute or so to spot the shreds of material scattered all over the floor.
“Boss,” I begin, turning to the bear cub, “did you do this?” I hold up a bit of material.
The bear shakes his head and wipes his nose with his paw. Then, he stumbles toward Emma.
“Oh, poor Boss. Is he being mean to you?”
“Me, mean?” I protest and hold up the remains of the shredded tea towel. “I’m not the one who destroyed this.”
“Why don’t you just pick him up and nurse him?” Emma suggests.
It’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Shouldn’t you nurse the bear?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “It’s all right. I don’t mind if you nurse him. I’m happy to share.”
I stare at the bear with mixed fucking feelings. He represents domestic bliss and, at the same time, heartache. He’ll grow up and will need to be released into the wild.
Once there, what’s to stop a fucking poacher shooting him dead like his mother? Boss may even be more fucking vulnerable because he’ll have had contact with humans.
I shake my head. This is not going to end well.
“Some male bonding will do him good,” Emma prompts and puts the last of the dishes onto the drying rack.
“Come here.” I turn to Boss and pick him up.
He does not resist. On the contrary, he’s quite keen to check out what’s happening.
“Dishes are done,” Emma announces and looks at me, hands on her hips. “Now what?”
I thrust my chin toward the cupboard. “Dustpan and broom in there to sweep up. Our little friend here made quite the mess last night.”
Without argument, Emma hands me the broom. It is fucking difficult to sweep with a bear in my arm, so I sit Boss down.
Turns out it was a big mistake. Instead of staying put, Boss starts to chase after the broom. Like a cat, he puts out his paw to swipe it.
“Hey,” I grumble at him, but he pays no fucking attention to me whatsoever. “Stop it,” I say again, using my fiercest voice.
Emma slaps me with the dustpan. “Don’t scare the little fellow.”
I stop sweeping and look her straight in the eye. “Give me a break, does he look scared to you?” I point to the cub still trying to rip the broom out of my hand.
Emma pouts. There’s the urge again to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder for another fuck upstairs.
“But you look angry at him,” she persists, and I roll my eyes.
“At this rate, we’ll never get the place cleaned up,” I complain.
“What does it matter? It’s not like we’ve got be anywhere. I mean, look outside. There’s still a snowstorm.”
And there are plenty of things I can think of doing instead of cleaning up.
“Oh, come here.” She picks Boss up. “Voila, the floor is yours.”
“About fucking time,” I mumble. “And don’t put him down till I’m done.” Emma puts her right hand to her forehead in a salute and grins. “Yes sir!” Boss, meanwhile, is licking her neck. I’m so fucking jealous.
I make a mental note to wipe her neck before I kiss her there. Better still, we could both take a shower together.
Images of the two of us naked in the shower invade my mind. Her back against my chest, my fucking cock against her ass, and my hands over her tits.
“What?” My head snaps up. I’ve missed something she said.
“I think we need to give Boss a bath. He’s all sticky. I think he might have found some honey or maple syrup, hard to say.”
Okay, so not quite what I’d been fucking dreaming about, but, as long as we’re doing things together, the world is all good.
With Emma holding Boss, the floor is sparkling again in under five minutes. This bear was one messy fucking houseguest.
When I’m done, we take Boss to the bathroom. He’s not impressed.
Wide-eyed, Boss is clinging to Emma and watching my every move.
“How about some bubble bath?”
I roll my eyes. “You got to be fucking kidding me. He’s a bear.”
Emma nods. “So? He’s living with us inside, and he should smell nice.”
I shake my head. I knew taking the bear into the house was a mistake. Next, she’ll want him to fucking sleep with us on the bed.
I’ll have to draw the line there.
“Pass it to me,” she holds out her hand, and I hand her the bottle of shampoo.
Boss uses this time to struggle out of Emma’s arms. In the process, she drops the bottle. It lands in the water, upside down.
I pick it up, but half of it has already spilled. The water begins to foam.
“Good one,” I growl, but Emma just laughs.
She coats her hand with foam and blows it onto the bear. He starts to chase it. Quick as a flash, Emma grabs him and drops him in the bath.
Boss starts splashing about in the tub. Emma splashes me.
“Hey,” she calls and grins. “How about a hand?”
A hand? I’ll give her a fucking hand. I grab a large bit of foam and throw it at her.
“What the—?” She giggles and retaliates.
Within seconds, we’re both covered in water and foam.
“Stop,” she exclaims with a squeal.
But my competitive nature has taken hold. By the time I realize her intention, she’s already halfway out the door.
I follow, with plenty of fucking ammunition in my hands.
She runs outside, and I see that the storm has passed. Distracted, I don’t see her missile coming.
Fluffy white snow hits me right between the eyes.
Fuck.
This means one thing.
This means war.