Yeah, this is the best kind of torture.
“Oh, god, Jonas, you—bear. Bear.Bear.”
My brain is scrambled and my body is completely consumed with being this close to Emma, so it takes me a solid two seconds to understand why she’s scrambling to her feet.
“Go!” she yells, waving her arms in the air and distracting me with one swaying breast. “Go away! Bad bear. Bad—urp!”
The jets.
The jets push her over, and she disappears under the water. I lunge for her again while my security team comes running, and when I realize they’re pulling weapons, the first sliver of fear courses into my veins.
I look at what they’re running toward as I pull Emma above the water, andholy shit.
That’s a fucking big bear.
It’s standing—yes,standing, on two legs, making it at least seven feet tall on the other side of the fence, watching us.
Emma pushes to her feet again. “Go away! Bad bear!Bad!”
“Get down, ma’am,” one of the security agents orders.
“Don’t shoot.” If I move between Emma and the security, she’s closer to the bear. If I move between her and the bear, she’s closer to the guards.
The bear grunts.
Emma growls back, then howls and waves her hands in the air like one of those floppy dancing tube things that are always outside car dealerships.
“Ma’am—” the security agent says.
“If you shoot this bear and wake up my kid and I have to explain what happened to him, you’ll wish you were the bear,” she growls.
Goosebumps prickle up and down my skin, including on my dick, which is stubbornly insisting that he still gets to have happy playtime in Emma’s lady garden.
“Ma’am—” he starts again.
“Go the frickety-frackaway,” she shouts at the bear.
It snorts, drops back down to all fours, and after one last look at us, lumbers toward the chicken coop.
“I’ll let them shoot you if you go after my chickens,” Emma says to it. “Even if it wakes my baby.”
The bear snorts again and changes direction as the second security agent gets between the bear and the coop and mimics Emma’s wild waving.
And that’s when I realize they can both see her breast.
I shove in front of her and glare at both of them while they alternate between watching us and chasing the bear away.
“Can you cover up?” I murmur to her.
She squeaks.
Lowers herself back into the water.
And is instantly blown sideways by the force of the jets.
I probably need to get those jets looked at.
But not right now.
