A Fox Between the Bear's Sheets
Evernight Publishing
Copyright© 2013 Jenika Snow
ISBN: 978-1-77130-606-5
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Editor: Karyn White
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To my mom, my number one fan. I'll always hear your voice in my head telling me how proud you
were of me, and how you went out of your way to talk about my accomplishments to anyone that
would listen. This book, and every other one I write, is for you. I miss you, and will always love you.
A FOX BETWEEN THE BEAR’S SHEETS
Wylde Bears, 2
Jenika Snow
Copyright © 2013
Ten years ago
“Damn, Mina, you are working it so fucking good.” Ford tightened his grip on her hips as she
bounced up and down on his cock. Looking up into her face, he could see the disinterest in her
expression. It was the same look she had worn for the last several months, and one that had him
internally questioning a lot of things, but not actually vocalizing them to her. Pushing those thoughts
aside, he focused on her bouncing tits. Her dark hair looked like spilled ink in the moonlight as it
spread across her breasts. He was transfixed by the sight of the shaking, huge mounds and her tight,
red nipples.
Although he wanted her to open her eyes and look at him she wouldn’t, not even when he
groaned out for her to do so. This had been the norm for far longer than he cared to admit, and
although he needed to sit down and talk to her about what was going on, he couldn’t bring himself to
do it. But dammit he was a bear shifter, fearless and powerful, yet he couldn’t even talk to his
girlfriend about what in the fuck was up with her. Moments later he found his release, but when it
appeared she was struggling to reach hers, Ford reached between her thighs, found her clit, and started
rubbing it back and forth. After a few seconds she cried out and came, but it had been forced, and
ruined the whole fucking experience. Collapsing on top of him, her fast, hectic breathing was
anything but authentic, and he just about lost his shit right then. Her warm, humid breath brushed
along his chest, and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her, but he clenched his fists and
reined in his needs. Until he knew what was up with her he needed to keep his shit together. After
several moments she rolled off of him. He didn’t miss the almost bored sigh she let out. Seconds later
she was off the bed and walking to the bathroom without so much as a backward glance in his
direction. Ford folded his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. The glow from his security
lights outside cast a golden hue across the spackled ceiling. A lot of shit went through his mind, but it
always came back to Mina. He had asked her to marry him more times than he cared to admit. But her
answer was always the same: she just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment. It didn’t matter that
they had been high school sweethearts, or that they had been together for six years, or that he loved
her more than he had ever fucking loved anything on this damn planet. She was changing, had been for
a long fucking time, and he had turned a blind eye for far too long.
He tried, though, fuck did he try, but nothing he ever did seemed to work. She was so damn
distant it made his teeth ache from grinding them so much. “You know how much I love you?” He
called out to her, his voice void of emotion because what was the point? Like the last few times he’d
told her, and every fucking time after that he was greeted with silence. It was always silence, and that
broke his heart just a little bit more. His thoughts drifted to better times, happier ones that didn’t have
him questioning everything, and having the gut feeling that Mina wasn’t honest with him. After seeing
her in the halls of their high school it had been the clichéd love at first sight. It wasn’t unusual for a
shifter to be with a human, but it was more dangerous than if he was with a female of his own species.
But all of that didn’t matter because he loved her more than anything else. Lately he had been
questioning if she was truly invested in this relationship anymore.
She came out of the bathroom dressed and grabbed her purse off the floor. “I gotta run, Ford.”
She said it without even looking at him. Her make-up was freshly applied, and he caught the scent of
the perfume she’d just spritzed on. It pissed him off even more. It was the middle of the fucking night,
and she was leaving once again. He wasn’t a fucking fool, not when she was all dolled up like she was
going to go hop on someone else’s dick.
“Mina, we need to talk.” This conversation had been a long time coming. Without looking at
him she adjusted her skirt and made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat. When she glanced up
at him he saw a hint of indifference and boredom.
“About what? I kind of need to get out of here, Ford. Can we talk tomorrow?” Her tone was
somewhat apathetic, but he wouldn’t be put off, not by her or her fucking attitude. She went back to
straightening her outfit. “I mean, I came over after you all but begged me even though I had stuff to
do.”
“In the middle of the fucking night, Mina?”
Shit had just hit the fan. His blood was boiling, and everything inside of him urge to shift, to
go outside and find something to fucking hit, preferably a big-ass male that could give as well as he
could take. He stood, ripped the condom off, and tossed it in the trash. He would have felt more
comfortable getting cleaned up before he confronted her, but fuck it. She wanted to act like a bitch,
well fine, he could act like the asshole she had been calling him for the last few months. “I want to
know what the fuck is going on.”
Her look was quizzical, and he gritted his teeth, hearing them grinding together at her lack of
emotion.
“Who is it?” It was the slightest shift of her eyes and the increase of her pulse that told him all
he needed to know. “Fucking tell me who the hell he is, Mina.” They held each other’s stare for a
prolonged moment. She didn’t answer, and he felt his claws unsheathe as his emotions took control.
“Tell me what his fucking name is so we can move past this bullshit.” He wanted to hunt down the
bastard, tear his limbs from his body, and feast on his blood. His bear was a hungry fucker, and what
better way to quench his animal’s thirst than to kill the asshole that was fucking his girlfriend?
“Ford.” She breathed out heavily, and the pained expression she gave him appeared
sympathetic, but he could fucking smell how unsympathetic she really was. A low growl left him, and
he took satisfaction when her eyes widened. Oh, he wouldn’t hurt her, would never harm a female, but
he wanted to make sure she knew he wasn’t fucking around. “I just don’t think this is the right time
for something like this, especially when you’re about to go off the deep end.”
“Tell me, Mina.” His low voice vibrated the walls, but Mina stared at him unfazed. “How long
have you been fucking around on me?” He held up his hand. “And don’t lie to me, Mina.”
“Ford.” She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. It pissed him off even more that she
stayed so damn calm. Grabbing his jeans off the floor and shoving his legs through them, he forced
himself not to shift. His anger was volcanic right now, because even if she hadn’t come out and said
she was screwing around on him, he could smell the truth coming off her in waves. “Will you please
relax and let me talk to you like we are actually civilized human beings and not crazed animals?” Ford
didn’t bother correcting her on the fact he wasn’t a fucking human being, not completely anyway. He
was an animal, one that was volatile at the moment.
He did agree with her on one thing though, and that was the fact he needed to calm the fuck
down, because as it was he was going to tear the room apart. He started pacing, but moments later
forced himself to stop and stare at her. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” She broke eye
contact and started smoothing her hands down her tweed-fucking-skirt. Clenching and unclenching his
fists, he waited for her to continue even though he knew damn well what she was going to say, what
she’d already said.
“Spit it the fuck out, Mina. For months you’ve strung me along, but now is your chance to let it
all out, get it off your fucking chest and be done with me.” She looked up at him and didn’t bother
hiding her surprise. “That is what you ultimately want, right? To be rid of me?” She shook her head,
but he kept right on going. “If not, then why do any of this shit? Why string me along?” The words
just kept coming out of him, but they felt damn good. She may not have said it yet, but he could smell
her betrayal. It was like rotting meat, and it was then he realized she had hidden her deceit so well