Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)

Chapter One

Grace

Oh god, what did I do last night? I wonder as I slowly wake up and start putting together the pieces.

There’s an ache building behind my eyes, and my mouth is dry, my tongue sandpapery. My muscles feel like they’re starting to cramp like I’ve been lying in one position for too long.

I try to roll over but there’s this incredibly heavy weight across my stomach preventing me from moving.

What the hell?

I try to roll over again and the soft snoring beside me turns into a deep grunt. The heavy weight lifts and the bed beneath me shifts.

I peek my eyes open and jerk back. There’s a giant of a man sleeping beside me, and he just rolled over onto his back.

My heart races behind my ribs. What did I do? How did I get here? I glance around the room, trying to get my bearings. I can tell from a glance it’s definitely not my room, it’s too big, too clean, and this bed is gigantic. It must be his. Though there’s a poster of Britney Spears tacked on the wall which is just confusing as hell.

Did I do him?

I look down at myself. There’s a white sheet tangled around my knees but otherwise I’m uncovered. I’m wearing the shirt I wore to the club last night and my panties.

That’s it.

The club. Now it’s coming back to me. I went to the club last night with my childhood best friend, Mandy, and the ring girls she works with. I haven’t had a night out in like six months or so, and Mandy just recently moved back from California. Maybe I had just a little too much to drink last night.

I glance over at the guy snoring peacefully next to me.

Yeah, I definitely overdid it. He’s so big, he’s like the very definition of overdid.

Did I sleep with him? I rack my brain trying to pull up the memory, but if I did sleep with him I can’t remember it. There are just flashes of things. The colorful strobe lights, the music pumping. Dancing, laughter.

Kisses.