Free Timberman Werebear (Saw Bears Book 3) by T. S. Joyce Page A

didn’t take shit from any of them without dishing it back. Denison didn’t have to defend her or take up for her or soothe her hurt feelings. She just grinned at their insults, then handed them back like she’d always been a part of this group of sailor-mouthed, rough-talkin’ men.
    As the sun set low in the sky and the Ashe Crew all sat on the bank of the lake passing around a giant bowl of fruit salad Skyler had brought in one of the coolers, Denison looked around and thought his life couldn’t possibly get better than it was right now. Danielle looked so happy to be here, nestled under the crook of his arm as she asked questions about the Boarlanders, Gray Backs, and the different machines up on the job site. She seemed so worried about the dangers of being a lumberjack.
    This was the first time today where they had an hour in between events. He’d done a couple of the chopping events and a log throwing one with Bruiser, but his biggest one was coming up next. Right now, they sat in second place overall. Boarlanders were in first and the Gray Backs were breathing down the Ashe Crew’s neck for second.
    “You should give him a lucky blow job,” Drew suggested, waggling his eyebrows at Danielle.
    She pegged him in the forehead with a grape, and Tagan snorted beside him.
    Kellen frowned. “Is that a thing? Do blow jobs bring good luck?”
    “Uh oh,” Haydan said, rubbing his bald head, then leaning back on his locked elbows. “Skyler’s got some work to do now.”
    “Shut up,” Skyler said with a laugh. “No, babe. It doesn’t bring good luck. It’s just fun. You won’t need my magic blow jobs to secure our spot in the relay.”
    “What’s the relay?” Danielle asked.
    Tagan draped his arm over Brooke’s shoulders and answered. “The top two teams get to participate in the relay. The entire crew will each have a job, and the team who completes all the tasks first wins. If Kellen, Brighton, and Denison make good enough times on the Springboard Chop to qualify, we’ll be able to compete against the other team in a relay of the events we’ve been doing all day. Winner takes home the trophy and a cash prize.”
    “And a pygmy goat!” Brooke squealed. She balled her fists and shook them in front of her like she couldn’t contain her excitement.
    Danielle’s eyes went wide. “A goat? A real goat? Like a tiny, furry, cute, little goat?”
    “Hey, good news for you, Denison,” Bruiser said with a smirk. “Your mate loves animals.”
    “Shut up, man.” Denison chucked a strawberry at his head, but he caught it in his mouth, the wanker.
    “I’m your mate?” Danielle asked.
    Aw, fuck it. “Yeah. That’s what you are to me. I wanted to talk to you about it later, but these rats keep bringing it up, so yeah.” His cheeks were burning like he was a schoolboy with a crush right now.
    Danielle leaned back, letting those chocolate-colored eyes go all hooded and sexy. “Are you calling me your girlfriend, Denny?”
    “Denny!” the boys called out in feminine voices, among catcalls and whistles.
    “Nah,” he said, heat rushing into his cheeks. He was going to kill the guys for this. “You’re more.”
    The smile fell from her face, and he looked away before he could see the rejection in her expression.
    In a move that shocked him to his core, Danielle leaned against him and murmured, “Good.” Then she pulled his knuckles to her lips and kissed them.
    More shit from the guys rang out, but what did he care? His girl was grinning like he’d just made her day by locking down their relationship status.
    An announcer on a bullhorn urged the Springboard Chop contestants to make their way to the logs set up in the middle of the grounds.
    “You want that goat?” he asked against Danielle’s ear, then nibbled it just for the excuse to feel that tender skin between his teeth.
    Danielle nodded and blinked slowly, like his attention had made her drunk. God, he loved her sexy reactions to