Boarlander Boss Bear (Boarlander Bears #1)(4)

“Get off him before I rip those ridiculous eyelashes off,” Audrey said blandly, her hands clenched on the bar top.

Harrison snorted but didn’t move to shake off the woman. Her inner beasty was snarling to rip out of her skin and filet the handsy woman.

“I like beer,” Eyelashes purred.

“If I give you my leftovers, will you leave?” Audrey asked, sliding her beer across the counter toward her.

“No thanks. I don’t want herpes.”

“Well, it would only be fair since you’ve probably given me, like, six airborne STDs since you’ve wandered over here.”

“Both of y’all are going home without a werebear dick,” Clinton offered through an empty smile. “Might as well retract the claws.”

Harrison heaved a sigh. “Holly, get off.”

“I’m trying to,” she whispered against his ear. Her painted red lips puckered against his earlobe, and that was enough.

“Whoa,” Kirk said, gripping Audrey’s arm before she poured her beer on the skank’s head.

Harrison cracked an amused grin, hesitated, then turned and cupped the back of Audrey’s head. His eyes flashed with challenge the second before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

“Asshole!” Holly shrieked. The sound of her heels clacking away allowed Audrey to relax into the kiss.

Harrison eased back to end it, but she had wanted this so badly since the day he’d first responded to her message on the matchmaking site. Standing between his legs, hand resting on his powerful thigh, she chased his mouth with hers and slid her palm up to his chest. He gripped the back of her neck and angled his face, deepening the kiss, and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to purr and give herself away. His tongue brushed the seam of her lips as she nestled in between his legs. Audrey parted for him and let off a tiny moan as she tasted him. She was soaring, her body going numb everywhere except where they touched. Harrison’s arm snaked around her back, and he dragged her closer as he pushed his tongue into her mouth again. God, he could kiss!

But then he pulled away abruptly, searching her eyes. She felt utterly dazed from his kiss, but he looked alarmed, and his heartbeat was pounding where she’d rested her hand on his strong chest.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

Silly man playing silly games. Audrey smiled, so happy and relieved he was even better in person than online. “I’m your mate.”





Chapter Two




Audrey whats-her-name had lost her damned mind. Or maybe she’d never had it to begin with. Her voice was completely honest as she’d uttered those words. I’m your mate. What the hell?

“I beg to differ,” Clinton said from way too close.

“Back off, man,” Harrison gritted out. He released his grip on Audrey’s body. He’d been holding her too tight, but the scrawny little human didn’t even bat an eye. Maybe she had high pain tolerance. If she knew how riled up she had gotten his bear with her little fifteen second French kiss, she would’ve been running for the hills. He wanted to take her in the back office and bend her over Jake’s desk. Or he had until she had shown her crazy.

He was no one’s mate. Never was, never would be.

Her perfume was making him dizzy, so he shook his head hard and stood. He needed to get away from her. She was fogging his mind. He’d kissed her to piss Clinton and Holly off, but he hadn’t expected to get lost in it. That wasn’t what he did. He was the careful one. The collected one. He had to be in order to bear the pain of losing his crew one by one. Clinton had done that, chased everyone off. Maybe that was why he’d lost his control with this woman. He had finally started to show how badly he was hurting. Shit. He needed to get out of here, far away from the gorgeous brunette with the thick southern accent and the curves for days. Fucking sexy, tight dress…and those legs. Heels. He’d never liked the spiky shoes before, but on Audrey he wanted them lying on the floor of his trailer.

She was bewitching him. He was vulnerable, cracking, breaking, and she was here clawing her way into his head and making him feel much drunker than he actually was.

“What’s wrong?” She looked worried, and genuine concern tainted her words.

“I don’t know you,” he gritted out.

Her face fell. “Don’t say that. Please. I’m the same as I’ve always been.”

“Lady, I don’t even understand what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen you before tonight, and you’re acting way too familiar.”

“You tell her,” Clinton said like a f*cking cheerleader.

Harrison wanted to break his neck, but instead, he pulled his wallet from his pocket and threw down a ten dollar bill for Layla.

“Why are you acting like this? I don’t understand what I did wrong. You were the one who asked me to come here.”

“No, I didn’t. I’ve never met you before tonight.”

She looked so utterly confused, she must be mental. She really thought they had some kind of rapport, some kind of relationship. Groupies were aggressive sometimes, but this was different. All the beauty in the world didn’t matter if she was a nutcase. She reached for him, and he stepped out of range. God, he wanted her to touch him again, but she wasn’t safe. Audrey was a danger to him and his crew. “Clinton, if you don’t wipe that smile off your face, I’m going to pitch you off a mountain.”