Free Billionbear and Pair of Bears Boxed Set: BBW and Menage Bear Shifter Romance by Zoe Chant

pink and new-looking, the size of a quarter and right over his heart.
    The knuckles of Eli’s big hands were callused and scarred: the mark of a brawler or a martial artist. His ramrod-straight posture made her guess that he was current or newly-ex military. Between his size, his scars, and his rugged features, he would have been intimidating, if it hadn’t been for the surprisingly gentle look in eyes as blue as a summer sky.
    Jackson the were-black bear was also handsome, with thick, curling black hair and dark brown eyes, but in a more polished way. Eli looked like he normally wore a uniform, but Jackson would have been at home in a three-piece suit. He might be a long-distance runner or a swimmer, with his height, his broad shoulders, and his lean muscle. But Paisley guessed that his job involved thinking, not punching.  Even nude, he had the air of a high-powered lawyer or businessman or tech genius.
    The skin that covered Jackson’s wiry muscles was smooth as brown silk, without a mark on it. His fingers were long and deft, his eyes were bright with intelligence, and his mouth looked like he spent a lot of time laughing.
    Paisley looked from Jackson to Eli, and from Eli to Jackson. Two men who could turn into bears. Two men of completely different types, but both handsome and sexy. Two sizzling hot, naked men.
    She had been trying not to look below the waist, but now she couldn’t help it. And once she looked, she couldn’t help comparing them that way too. Eli’s cock was thicker. Jackson’s was longer. Both were a good size. Both were nicely proportioned, contributing to the overall impression of “This guy looks great in the nude.” And both were getting hard, even as she watched.
    Both men followed the direction of her gaze.
    “Sorry! Sorry!” Jackson snatched up a small suitcase and bolted into the bathroom with it.
    In contrast, Eli was completely unfazed. “It’s a guy thing. From the adrenaline rush. Just ignore it.”
    Only then did Paisley think to look where the men had been standing when they’d become bears. Shredded heaps of cloth lay beneath the door and the window, along with two pairs of ruined shoes.
    “There’s an advantage to turning into a cat,” she remarked. “I just step out of my clothes. They don’t explode off me. Did you bring a change of clothes, too?”
    Eli nodded, looking amused. “If I go get into them, will you make another run for it?”
    Paisley considered it. She didn’t exactly trust these men— she didn’t trust anybody— but they hadn’t harmed her, and they’d had plenty of opportunities. She was curious about why they wanted to hire her, and more curious about the whole shifter thing. Besides, if things went bad, she’d be able to escape more easily if she convinced them to let down their guard.
    “I won’t run,” Paisley promised.
    For now, she thought.
    Eli walked to a duffel bag on the floor, giving her a great view of his muscular ass. At no time did he betray the slightest hint of self-consciousness about being naked. He pulled on a pair of boxers, covering his still-growing hard-on, then a pair of blue jeans, then socks and combat boots. Paisley was mildly disappointed when he put on a white T-shirt, concealing his chiseled pecs and prominent six-pack, but consoled by the contrast of the cloth with his bronzed arm muscles.
    “You don’t care about strangers seeing you naked,” she remarked.
    Eli shook his head. “I’ve spent too much time in barracks and in the field, jammed in together with hundreds of other guys. There’s no privacy in the military. You get used to it.”
    “What sort of military?”
    “I’m—” A flicker of pain passed over his face. “I was a Navy SEAL. You know what that is?”
    Paisley didn’t know a lot about them, but she’d heard that they were the best of the best. But she didn’t want to give away that she was impressed to the guy who’d captured her with a bath towel, so she plastered on an