Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)

And I want to be his support, I want to be something in his life that lifts him up, not brings him down. More than anything I want him to look at me as a partner, not as a burden or an extra worry.

I’m doing my best to be a good girl knowing that when all of this is said and done I can be a very bad girl.

A very, very bad girl.

A girl who needs to be spanked and licked and fucked a lot.

I’m at home, putting away the last of the laundry before I head out the door to pick up Hope when he texts me.

Max: Dale hates me.

I giggle after reading the message. Poor guy. I got the pleasure of witnessing Dale working Max and Chase pretty hard at the gym the other day. It seemed kind of intense to me but at the time I just assumed it was normal.

Me: He doesn’t hate you lol

In fact, after talking to Dale for a bit at the gym, I

got the feeling he was just bummed out because he’s missing his girl. She’s the doctor that works most of the fights, I think he said her name was Miranda. She flew back home for a couple of weeks and it was pretty obvious to me that Dale has been kind of down without her.

Max: He does. He’s gleefully torturing me, the sick fuck.

Grace: What did he do?

Max: He put me in the kick suit for the women’s self-defense class.

Grace: Why would he do that?

Max: He said I need to build up my testicular fortitude.

Grace: OMG, I’m so going to have a talk with him. Those are MY balls.

Max: Don’t you dare! You’ll only make it worse.

Chuckling to myself, I walk into the kitchen and grab my purse off the table.

Me: Fine, I won’t.

Max: Thank you. My balls are really sore.

I don’t text Max back until I’ve locked the front door and hopped in my car.

Max: I think the left one is a little loose

Me: Aww, you poor baby. Want to meet up tonight and let me kiss it better?

Max: What time do you get off work?

Laughing, I start my car up and tell him I’ll text him later, I gotta pick up Hope. I’m happy the entire drive to her preschool, thinking about kissing Max’s balls better, until I notice Carson’s black Audi parked in the lot.

Shit. What’s he doing here?

I double check my phone, making sure there’s no missed calls or texts from the school. I don’t think anything is wrong but every time Carson shows up my stomach clenches into a tight knot of worry.

He’s never, ever been to her school before. I hope he’s not trying to pick her up. Jumping out of my car, I rush up the front steps to find him lingering in the doorway, holding Hope’s hand and talking to her teacher.

Was he planning on leaving with her?

“Carson?” I pant, a little breathless.