Page 69 of Bear

Her only motorcycle boot sister had fallen in love with silver heeled sandals while they were shopping. She had her property cut over the dress and was carrying a small bouquet of the same flowers War had brought her on their first date. Remi might be tough but she was sentimental, too. Winnie couldn’t wait until Remi had her man and everything she’d always wanted.

They lined up. They were walking down the aisle alone, War waiting at the front. All the other guys were sitting on their motorcycles which lined the aisle. She wondered who would win. The MC guys had all wanted to rev their motorcycles as she walked down the aisle. Remi had wanted to walk in to music and then have the guys rev the motorcycles at the end.

The music started and she giggled. Beth was first then Jesse then her. Only her sister would have them walk in to theFriendstheme song. Bear was grinning as she passed him on his motorcycle, blowing her a kiss. As she passed Rascal, she saw he’d won who got to hold Joey during the ceremony. It’s not like Locks could walk with Remi down the aisle and hold Joey. Her dad still planned to live in the main house. With them relocating, her dad would no longer be able to see when their lights went on. She was sure there would be an adjustment. Grant, David and Phoebe were the ring bearers and flower girl. Kennedy was in charge of having them sit by her once they were done.

She took her place and then Sarah followed quickly. The music stopped. Winnie waited to see what Remington had picked. She’d kept quiet and hadn’t shared. The first strains of the music started and she smiled. Bryan Adams’ “Everything I Do, I Do It for You” played as Remington walked through with her arm through Locks’.

War’s face brightened when he caught sight of her sister but what made Winnie smile was her man’s eyes on her. He mouthed I love you and she teared up. She would never take for granted the love she and her husband shared. They’d fought too hard for it.

Sarah watched Remingtonand War on the dance floor the MC had constructed under the stars. The drinks were flowing and everyone was celebrating. Things had calmed down some and now she could concentrate on what she wanted.

She loved her job and her family but she wanted more. She wanted to bake the cookies, take her kids to school and have her husband come home to a homemade dinner. She wouldn’t give up her job but she wanted more. She wanted what her sisters had—men who adored them and completed them.

Her eyes drifted to the man who was entirely too young for her but she couldn’t keep off her mind. He was wicked smart, had a fantastic sense of humor and his body had her reaching for her battery-operated boyfriend so many nights.

They worked fantastic together so there was so much to lose if she acted on her desires. What if he didn’t feel the same and thought she was just an older woman coming onto him? Plus, she wasn’t like her sisters body wise. She had some major junk in the trunk and her breasts were way more than a handful. She enjoyed baking and sampling her baking and despite Winnie pushing her to work out, she did the bare minimum to keep qualified for their jobs. She hated sweating. Let’s face it. If she was running, there was a darn good reason. Either she was chasing someone or something, or someone was chasing her.

Maybe she’d go drown her sorrows at the bar. It’s not like she was driving home and maybe, just maybe, she could forget about him for one night.

Scoop kept an eye onthe woman he’d been falling for. Straight up head over heels, he couldn’t imagine ever being happy without her. Add in the fact that no matter what woman was around or how skimpily she was dressed, he didn’t get hard. Nope, his dick only perked up when she was around. And man, when she leaned over him to point out something on the computer, her hair falling across his shoulder smelling of vanilla, the fucker turned hard as steel. And if she had her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head and her computer glasses on, his dick thought it was time to play ravish the hot librarian.

Too bad there were two things wrong with that scenario. First, he was positive he was in her friend zone. Being friends with the woman he couldn’t get off his mind was a great start but it wasn’t where he wanted to stay. And second, he had zero experience ravishing a woman. A thirty-five-year-old virgin that hadn’t even had a blow job. He didn’t have any special reason. When he would have been going out in high school and later college, he was helping to raise his younger twin sisters and working two part-time jobs for food on their table to help his mom out after their dad had left. Then he was focused on getting into the police academy. Once he finally had some time to himself, he hadn’t connected with anyone. If he’d waited that long to finally take care of his pesky virginity, he didn’t want to just bang one out in a bar bathroom, though if she gave him the time of day, he’d do it anywhere.

Cannon was across the room talking to her. Scoop had never wanted to hit one of his friends more than when she laughed at something he said, tucking her hair behind her ear. Scoop was positive Cannon wasn’t interested in her but he envied the easy way Cannon flirted.

She was the whole package—brains, an hourglass figure he wanted to explore and a personality that had him craving her presence.

Flick tapped him on the shoulder. “When are you going to make your move?”

Scoop shook his head, tossing back another drink. He wasn’t sure what number drink it was but everything was getting nice and fuzzy. Fuzzy helped because then it didn’t hurt so much if she ignored him. At least he only had to walk down the hallway if he drank too much. “She thinks I’m a friend. She doesn’t see me like that.”

Flick sipped his beer then tilted the bottle toward her. “Then build on that. Friends, then friends with benefits. You could ask her to help you with a favor. Getting rid of a certain status you have. Then when she falls for all the deliciousness of Mint Chocolate Chip, slip a ring on her finger and walk her down the aisle before she comes out of the sex daze.”

Flick was a prankster and Scoop wasn’t sure if he was serious or not. He might like her calling him that but no one else was allowed. He was fine with the name Scoop. They wouldn’t be changing it to any of the ice cream flavors she called him.

“Are you joking or really suggesting I should do that?”

Flick laid his hand on Scoop’s shoulder. “Man, you’ve been falling for her since the first time you all collaborated on tech stuff. Think about this—do you want to be her friend and then maybe watch someone else romance her or do you want to go after the woman who puts a look on your face I’ve never seen before?”

He nodded, then swallowed. His mouth was dry and his heart pounded loud enough his chest felt like he was near the speakers at a rock concert. He licked his lip then decided to hell with it. The worst that could happen is she’d say no. He grabbed another drink, downed it then nodded at the bartender to set him up again. He needed a little liquid courage for this, or maybe a whole lot of liquid courage. Quickly downing the next two, he decided it was now or never. He couldn’t live with never. He weaved over to where Sarah was standing. Cannon had walked away.

“Could I talk to you about something?”

Sarah didn’t answer right away, gazing into his eyes. She must have found the answer she needed because she nodded. She headed to the side of the yard, closer to the orchard entrance. He followed behind her, trying to enjoy the sight of her rounded bubble butt cupped by her bridesmaids dress, but he was focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and not throwing up.

She paused at the entrance to the orchard. “What do you need?”

What did he need? He needed to cup her face in his hands, lay his lips against her and claim her. He wanted to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.

“I need to know if you’d be willing to help me with something.”

Sarah smiled at him. Why did his heart feel better when she smiled? They could be frustrated and searching for a thread of information. She’d smile and bam, everything was better.

“Sure, if I can. Whatcha need, Rocky Road?”

“It’s a huge favor but you’re the only one I’d consider.”

“Okay. I’ll help you with whatever I can.”

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