The Bear's Mate (2 page)

“How’s
my dick looking?”

“Holy
shit, don’t tell me she stabbed you there too…not that I could blame her,” said
Aiden pushing the washcloth down hard on his brother’s injury to try and stop
the blood that somehow refused to quit flowing.

“Nope,
Linnie was giving me a blowjob when Eliza arrived, shouted, startled Linnie
causing her to shift and she bit me. Cougars have the sharpest teeth.”

Aiden
shook his head.
 
A ménage a trois, a
blowjob, it sounded like fun, but sometimes his brother crossed the line.

“So
how’s it looking where it counts the most?”

“Do
I really have to check out your cock?” asked Aiden.

“Hell,
when we were growing up we saw one another’s dicks hundreds of times.”

“Yeah,
but now we’re all grown up.”

“Get
over your bashfulness and just give it the once over.”

Aiden
pulled the towel away from his brother’s groin. “Just to let you know, looking
is all I’m going to do, no touching, even if it is hanging off.” Aiden took a
quick peek.
“Flesh wound by the look of it.
However, I
hate to say this, but I think that knife wound is pretty deep because I can’t
stop the bleeding.”

Aiden
dabbed it with the washcloth again. Even with their body’s shifter’s
restorative powers, Christopher’s wound looked deep enough to warrant some
sutures to help it close.

“Linnie
was right. I think we should get you checked out,” said Aiden.

“You
know I hate doctors.”

“We
all hate them, but sometimes they can help us.”

“So,
you going
to the ER again?”

The
last time he’d taken one of the
group
there, when one
of the babies had gotten too sick for even them to deal with. Things hadn’t
gone too well. They’d asked too many questions and had wanted to run too many
tests. He really should insist that at least one person in the group get some
medical training rather than rely on their rudimentary skills. However, medical
emergencies weren’t that common for them.

“There’s
the Flathead Free Clinic. I heard through the grapevine that the doctor there
knows about our kind and is more than sympathetic.”

“You
sure?” asked Christopher.

Aiden
nodded. “And even though I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t give us away, I’d feel
happier if we communicate silently while we’re there in his presence.”

“I’ll
try, but I think I might be a bit rusty.”

“Just
follow my lead. You ready to go?”

“Can
I ask you to do one thing? I’m in terrible pain so can you sedate me just a
little bit?”

“That’s
just for the kid shifters.”

“Aiden,
I’ve been stabbed, and you’re my brother.”

He
took a deep breath. He was just a big baby really, and one of the reasons Aiden
took such care of him.

“Okay,
turn around.”

It
was a trick their father had taught him when things got really bad. Bear
shifter’s salvia while usually used just after mating also acted as a sedative.
His brother turned his back and Aiden bit into the spot between the nape of his
neck and the top of his spine.

“Hey,
that’s enough I don’t want to be asleep all the way there.”

Aiden
took his mouth away.

“Okay,
let’s get going before that kicks in. And you might want to put some clothes on
before we head outside.”

****

Shit,
what a crappy day it had been. This morning had been downright cold, and now
heavy rain mixed with sleet drummed on the metal gutter outside the window. Some
began pelting inside and splashed onto the paper towels on the ledge underneath
it.

 
Charlotte rushed over to close the window, but
in her haste, knocked over a box of cotton balls. She bent over to retrieve
them, and as she stood back up, she got a whiff of the vomit that had now dried
to form a heavy crust on her lab coat. The first patient of the afternoon
session had been a three year old boy who’d thrown up while she’d been
examining him. She thought she’d managed to clean it all off, but now realized
some still remained, and it had set like cement on the white material. She took
off her lab coat, threw it into the laundry bin, wondering when a better job
opportunity would come along. She’d given up her job in Seattle to come home to
be with her father. The only job opening in the area had been as a doctor at
the free clinic. Her father’s medical bills had been mounting up so she’d
jumped at the chance. However, now she seriously thought about even taking a
nursing job until something else came along.

Checking
herself in the mirror by the door, Charlotte noticed there was some vomit on
her skirt too. She needed to buy groceries on the way home, and doubted other
shoppers would appreciate the smell. It was close to the end of clinic hours.
There’d been no more patients in the waiting area when she’d headed back to the
supply room, so she’d spend the last few minutes of her work day attempting to
clean up her skirt.

She
unzipped it, lowered it over her hips, and placed the skirt on top of the sink
and dabbed at the vomit with a damp wash cloth. Just what had that little guy
been eating? Whatever he’d thrown up was bright green and almost impossible to
remove from the ridges of the skirt’s material. No wonder his mom had rushed
him in here so quickly.

Charlotte
sensed she was no longer alone. Someone was standing behind her watching her.
Damn it, she hoped it wasn’t a patient because she was only wearing her blouse
and panties.

Someone
coughed. A man had cleared his throat behind her.

“Excuse
me. I’m trying to find Dr. Thong?”

Had
he said thong? She was wearing one. Last night when she’d gotten home, she’d
been so doggone tired, she’d only mustered up enough energy to wash the clothes
and not dry them. This morning she’d woken up realizing every single pair of
regular panties she owned was still wet. It was a thong or going au natural.
Right now she was glad she hadn’t opted for the former.

“I’m
sorry, I meant Dr. Hasberg.”

 
She got up the courage to turn around while
carefully placing the vomit encrusted skirt in front of her, so he didn’t see her
black lace thong’s front panel which didn’t offer much more coverage than the
rear one.

Earth open up
and swallow me whole because the guy’s drop dead gorgeous.

He
was in his early thirties, tall, dark wavy hair, broad shoulders, high
cheekbones, to die for deep blue eyes, and he’d had the best view of her butt a
guy had seen in well, yes, over a year.

“Dr.
Hasberg passed away about six weeks ago. I’m the new doctor here. Dr. Charlotte
Delaney if I can help you in any way.”

He
looked around, his eyes darting from side to side. Was he thinking about
turning and leaving? Not that she’d be offended. Everyone had their favorite
doctor.

“My
brother needs checking out,” he finally said.

He
must have seen her glance at the clock on the wall. He turned to look at it too,
causing his jacket to pull away from his body. He had a wildlife management
inspector badge attached to his waistband.

“I
know clinic hours are almost over but…”

“No
problem. Take your brother into examination room one at the end of the corridor.
I’ll just put my skirt on, and I’ll be right with you.”

He
probably wondered why she needed to get dressed and what she’d been doing half
naked in the back storage room. Damn it, how embarrassing. From now on when she
was alone in the clinic she’d lock the front door. Securing her skirt, and not
sure why she was checking her appearance, Charlotte fluffed up her hair and ran
her tongue over her lips hoping to freshen the lipstick she’d put on after she’d
eaten lunch. She headed to examination room one.

I wonder if he’s
single.

Why am I even
thinking about that? I work all hours of the day and night. I have a father
with in rehab. Even if this guy was Mr. I’m So Available, I don’t have time for
a social life.

Chapter Two

How
had he managed to do something dumb like that?
Calling her
Dr. Thong.
He’d blushed. He’d felt the sudden heat rising in his cheeks.
It was the one time that he’d wished his inner bear would have taken over and
covered his face in fur, hiding all evidence of his embarrassment.

It
wasn’t entirely all his fault. It was pre-mating season, and the first thing
he’d noticed was her delightful round butt and the skimpy sliver of black lace
wedged between her ass cheeks as she leaned over the sink.

It
was the cutest ass he’d ever seen. Big, round, smooth…

That
was enough. He had to keep his mind on the matter of hand. Dr. Hasberg had been
able to keep a secret, but who knew if Dr. Delaney grew suspicious what she’d
do. Maybe they should just leave, but getting Christopher checked out and back
to his condo without any more incidents was his only goal.

On
the upside, at least Dr. Delaney was a lot more attractive than the previous
doctor. He could still see those gorgeous full thighs. No, no, no, he had to
stop thinking about her body like that because wasn’t it an unchecked libido
that had brought them here in the first place? Talk about do as I say not do as
I do.

“Dr.
Delaney said to head to examination room one,” he told Christopher who’d now lost
every bit of color in his cheeks. Beads of sweat sat on his forehead, and as Aiden
opened the door for him Christopher held his side and limped slowly inside.

“You
okay?” asked Aiden.

“Fuck,
hurts like hell. Guess this will teach me not to think about any more
threesomes. I can assure you I’ve got my libido under control now.”

At
least he’d learned one valuable lesson.

Aiden
helped him onto the examining table. “Just make sure you do keep it in check
because the doctor’s female and very attractive.”

“Tell
me more?” Christopher raised his hand. “I know, I know, keep it under control.”

There
was a rap on the door.
 
“It’s Dr.
Delaney,” she said stepping inside.

She
now wore a skirt and also a lab coat. Up close she was cuter than he’d
initially thought.
Long golden hair, blue eyes, full lips,
and very, very curvy.
Just what every bear shifter loved. Okay, he’d
just warned Christopher to keep a lid on it, so maybe he should take his own
advice.

“I’m
Aiden Renner. This is my brother Christopher.”

She
shook his hand. Her skin was soft, supple, and he wanted to just stand and hold
it, but finally let it go so she could shake Christopher’s too.

“So
what brings you here today?” she asked, grabbing her notes and pen.

“I’ve
been stabbed and bitten,” said Christopher.

“Wow,
not a lucky day for you. The biting part, was it an animal?”

Christopher
looked at Aiden. He hoped his brother remembered they’d planned to communicate
silently in the doctor’s presence.

Go ahead; it’s
okay to tell her it was a woman who bit you.

Christopher
slyly winked at him. “It was a woman.”

“Geez,
what did you do or say to her to cause her to bite you?” asked Dr. Delaney while
she washed her hands.

Christopher
looked at him again.

Sure, go on tell
her about your plans for a ménage
a trios
involving
your poor unsuspecting girlfriend.

Christopher
shook his head. Aiden lifted his eyebrows and nodded.

“She
was giving me a blowjob when my girlfriend walked in, and the girl…I mean the
one…she accidently bite me,” said Christopher.

Aiden
hadn’t actually expected him to be quite that truthful or detailed. Shit, his
baby brother had actually turned red. He was surprised the doctor wasn’t
blushing too. No, she’d probably heard worst things than his brother’s antics.

“I
hope you’ve learned your lesson. And I’m guessing it was your girlfriend who
stabbed you?”

Christopher
nodded.

 
“So the bite’s on your penis, and you were
stabbed where?”

Shit,
the woman had made a clinical world like penis sound downright erotic.

“My
lower belly by my hip,” said Christopher.

“Okay,
if you could take off your sweater and drop your pants for me.”

I’d like her to
be saying those words to me.

Christopher
glared at him.

Sorry, that
slipped into my mind without censorship. Approaching mating season’s a bitch.

Christopher
undressed while Dr. Delaney washed her hands again and then slipped on some
latex gloves.