“And Boone?” I asked.
“ICE CREAM!” Boone answered from the kitchen, reminding me about that superior bear hearing detail again. “The kind you make with snow!”
I laughed. Then scrunched my nose, remembering what he’d said about our combined smells making for a great meal. “Wait a minute. You’re saying, you’d eat bannock bread, raspberry jam, sugar cookies, and ice cream in one sitting?”
Ravik just tilted his head with a shrug of his broad shoulders. “Turns out, I’ve got a sweet tooth.”
***
To their credit, Ravik and Boone left as soon as Zion was done making me a hummus and turkey sandwich—my favorite, even if he wasn’t quite generous enough with the smear he put on only one side of the bread.
I found out what training meant after we finished eating at a small section of his front room table, which was partially covered in stacks of various school years’ homework.
“I’m meant to grade these by tomorrow,” Zion said with a great roll of his “should have been retired by now, unhappy to still be serving my community” eyes. “I’ll try to make quick work of it before we hie away to Ravik’s place for the Boone training.”
I scrunched my forehead. “What is theBoone training, and why are we going to Ravik’s to have it?”
“Because Boone’s place is a complete tip. Not the accommodations at all to conduct an experience of this…” He paused, searching for the right word. “…magnitude.”
***
Magnitude turned out to be an understatement.
“Whoa,” I said a few hours later. “I mean… wow.”
I was back at Ravik’s cabin. Like the original house they’d taken me to, this one also had a downstairs bedroom with an ensuite bathroom of its own, and I was sitting on the bed, with all three guys standing before me. Kind of like that morning when they took me outside to reveal they were bears.
Except this time it was night, I was naked, and all three of them were, too.
And I wasn’t taking Boone’s third big reveal—beyond being a polar bear who smelled like ice cream—in stride.
I’d done such a good job of not checking out his package the two times he’d been naked in front of me.
I regretted that respect for his privacy now.
If I had known, I might have taken Zion’s warning about needing to “work my way up to being claimed by Boone” a little more seriously.
I’d been comparing him to theFarneseHerculessince I met him. But that statue had an itty-bitty penis resting against its ball sac.
Boone’s was much, much—and I really can’t emphasize this next amplifier enough—muchlarger.
I could only blink at Boone. Really blink at Boone’s insanely large penis, the sight of which completely canceled out him actually having a face.
I swallowed.
Hard.
But not nearly as hard as his big, fat…
I knew he was experienced. But I had to ask, “Other women have let you put that inside of them? Like, a lot of women?” I mean, I knew it was a log, but I wasn’t even sure I could get my hands around it.
“Yeah,” he answered with a proud grin. “But trust me, sugar, you have no reason to be jealous. I have never wanted any woman as much as I want you.”
How sweet.
And by sweet, I meanintimidating. Very, very intimidating.
That fear I thought I’d overcome yesterday came back in a brand-new, jumbo-sized flavor.
