Free Amir (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey Book 3) by Becca Fanning

cleared, Stacey recognized their uniforms as that of the police. Officers were everywhere, swarming the crowd and taking Big Al and Jack into handcuffs. They were scrambling down the side of the bowl too, racing towards the men, who couldn’t get away even if they’d tried.

    There were others coming down the hillside too, four men in park ranger uniforms. Two dark-haired men who looked fairly similar raced towards Kurt, who had collapsed in a pained heap. They were shouting at one another and examining the knife carefully. Stacey realized that she was being helped to her feet by the other two men. One had a stern face, full of fury as he gave the rope wielding man, still on the floor, a solid kick. The other man was blonde, the same kind of blonde as Kurt, but with a slightly older, kinder face.

    “You must be Stacey,” he said brightly. “I’m Hart. My brothers told me all about you. Everything’s going to be all right now. I promise.”

Two months later.

    “Sixty days,” Kurt said.

    He crossed the day off the calendar, the one with the big red ring around it. Sixty days had arrived, and Stacey felt a thrill rush through her.  

    “I can’t believe we’ve waited this long,” she said in amazement.

    “Well, there were a few slip-ups,” Kurt added. “A few temptations. But we made it.”

    Kurt set the calendar on the table, and settled himself on the sofa. They were sitting in the back room of the Rangers’ Lodge, where Stacey had recently moved in. She crawled across the wide, soft fabric of the sofa, nestling her lips against Kurt’s ear.

    “Sixty days with no gambling,” she crooned, “I’d say that deserves a reward.”

    It was what they had agreed, albeit reluctantly on Stacey’s part. Kurt said he couldn’t be with her until he was sure that his problem was under control. Sixty days clean was enough to prove that he could stay away from casinos and the like if he wanted to. Now, they were free to be together, with Big Al and Jack safely locked away for racketeering.  

    “Hang on,” Kurt said, a hitch in his voice. “Here? Don’t you want to go upstairs? What if someone comes in?”

    Stacey let her tongue slide out, teasing Kurt’s earlobe. He gave a groan.

    “You weren’t shy about being naked in the crowd before,” she reasoned. “Besides, it’s the middle of the day. They’re all working.”

    It was true enough to convince him. Kurt let his hands slide away from his lap, and Stacey climbed on, her thighs either side of his. They kissed with deep, lingering kisses, Kurt catching her lip between his teeth when she tried to break away. He reeled her back in every time, hands caressing upwards under her skirt. Stacey moaned when he found her buttocks, squeezing and massaging with his huge, strong hands. She could feel the scar on his right palm, where the stab wound had eventually healed. That little rough patch made her skin shiver when it stroked over her.

    “I’ve waited sixty days,” Stacey said, breathless. “I’m not waiting even a second longer.”

    She pawed at the buttons on Kurt’s shirt until they were all undone, pushing it apart to reveal his chest. It was golden from so much sun exposure, and she kissed him all over, the blonde hairs there tickling her jaw. Her hands found his abdominal muscles, trailing down each one in turn. When she reached the end of that trail, Stacey leaned back, looking down at the bulge which had appeared in the groin of his pants. She lifted herself a little higher on her knees to give him room.

    “Off. Now,” she commanded.

    Kurt grinned. It was that glorious grin that lit up whole rooms, brighter than the sun. He was panting with excitement as he fumbled with his belt, letting his pants slide off down his legs. It was then that Stacey realized he’d been playing coy before. If he hadn’t been expecting her to leap on him no sooner than he’d marked the day off the calendar, then he wouldn’t have been going commando.