Daxton (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) (98 page)

“Fix it, pay for it. I don't care. It gets fixed,” Beth responded. She watched as he nodded at her and she took a few seconds to drink him in. He was taller than her. Broad shouldered and built of muscle. He had long, dark hair that was tied back behind his head. Those golden eyes caught her attention again. They were framed by a ruggedly handsome face. His arms were thick and covered in dark hair and ended in massive hands. She found herself wondering what it would be like if they went back to her bedroom – stop! She cut that line of thought off, taking in his clothing. He was still damp, wearing a black jacket, blue jeans, and muddy work boots. Muddy boots?

She looked down the hallway, seeing muddy boot prints all along the carpet. “What did you do?!” she asked again, nearly screaming it this time. She ran down the hallway, looking at all of the mud he had tracked in. The stairs were almost black. “What the hell is going on?”

“Sorry,” he said.

“Sorry? That's all you have to say?”

“I'm sorry about your door, too.”

Beth looked at the door. The frame was shattered, the glass on the door broken out, and the door itself was hanging on only one hinge. She collapsed onto the stairs, putting her hands in her face. “It just keeps getting worse and worse. You going to burn the house down, too?”

“I only came in because I thought you might have been seriously hurt,” the man rumbled, sitting down beside her. “I'm Clive, by the way. Clive Ash.”

“I wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you, Clive,” Beth replied. “But it's not. You've destroyed my house, scared me half to death, and I still don't know why you're here.”

“I've been sent to keep you safe. I’m with Big Paw Security. Your boss, Mr. Kastner, reached out to us. I've been sent to keep you safe. I've met Charles Hudson a few times. He's not someone you want to cross. As a matter of fact, it's only a matter of time before he finds out where your family home is. He's already raided your apartment. You're lucky you weren't there. Let me help you.”

Beth still didn't know if she should trust him, but what choice did she have? She nodded weakly. She was in danger, whether she wanted to truly admit it or not.

“Thanks,” she said, a little grudgingly. “I'm Beth.”

“I know. It's a pleasure to meet you, Beth.”

“We'll see about that.”

Beth went down to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with the ruined carpet and shattered door. She fixed herself a cup of coffee as Clive went outside to get a few tools to fix the door as best as he could. He told her that after the place was barred up, they would head out to a place where she could be kept safe. He wouldn't give details, and Beth decided not to push the issue. With everything going on, she just needed some caffeine to calm her nerves. After one sip, she gagged at the taste and tossed the cup into the sink.

The kitchen was quiet except for the occasional sound of a drill, hammering, and the occasional curse. A sudden thought occurred to her. With the wall, carpet, and breaking and entering on her mind she hadn't even considered that she had been
naked.
Dancing and naked. In front of him. If Hudson didn't kill her, she was sure she would die of the embarrassment. How long had he been watching? He saw everything.
Everything.

She went out into the foyer to watch Clive work. She didn't say anything at first, instead content to watch his powerful body swing the hammer, lift the door, or tape up a trash bag over the broken window. She didn't understand anything he was doing, but she understood watching an attractive man work, getting all sweaty in the process. After a couple of minutes, he turned around and noticed her.

“Hey, didn't see you there. How long you been watching?”

“I could ask you the same question about earlier,” she said. Despite the glare she was shooting him, she didn't really feel the anger that she was trying to convey. Best not to tell him that, though.

To his credit, Clive looked ashamed. “I tried not to look. I wasn't there the whole time.”

“And what about when you picked me up off the floor and took me into my room?”

“Uh,” was all he managed.

“Uh? What's that mean, uh?”

“Uh, I didn't stare. I was more worried about if you were alright or not.”

“Uh huh. It's not proper to look at a woman like that without her permission.”

“I know,” Clive said, turning back to his work. Despite his size and appearance, he had a softer side that Beth never would have expected.

Deciding to drop the subject, for the sake of both of them, she asked, “How did you get in the front door, anyway? No one should have been able to break in. That's what my dad always told me. Said it was impossible.”

“It’s just a door,” Clive said and paused. “I'm strong. Anyways, the door is the best it's going to get. It'll hold up against the wind and rain well enough. Won't hold up against the guys Hudson sends to find you, but nothing will. It's time that we got out of here.”

Beth grabbed a coat and slipped on a pair of her old shoes. On the way out, she grabbed her purse. Clive held the door open for her and she walked out into the light mist. The sun would be going down soon. Darkness was already creeping in. She heard the door close and lock behind her. Clive walked down the steps, holding out the keys to her. She took them gratefully.

Maybe this isn't going to be so bad, she thought. Maybe… The thought died when she turned the corner to her house, seeing the same, old battered truck that had been following her all day parked behind her car. She stopped in her tracks. Clive kept moving towards his truck, only stopping and looking back when he got to it and realized she wasn't behind him.

“It was you,” Beth breathed. She held the keys in her hand, but she knew she would never be able to get to her car before he stopped her. She could run, but she knew she couldn't get away from Clive.

“I told you. I was sent to help you,” he said, coming towards Beth. She shied a couple of steps back from him. “Beth. Please. Listen to me.”

At that instant, headlights pierced the gloom and two black cars roared down the street. As they reached her house, Beth watched as one whipped into the driveway and the other tore through the yard. Chunks of mud and grass spit out behind the tires. They stopped quickly and the doors opened.

“Run!” Clive roared, striding forward and ripping his shirt over his head. Beth caught a glance at his heavily muscled back and chest as he turned towards her, still walking forward. “Run! I'll catch up with you! Get into the woods!”

Beth still stood frozen, but that stopped when she saw that a couple of the men getting out of the cars had guns. She sprinted off, running through the soggy mud, around the side of her house. There was a small gathering of trees around 100 yards behind the house. They were dense, but could hardly be called a forest. She hadn't been in them for nearly 20 years, but she knew them by heart. She could lose them in the woods.

She flinched as a loud crack split the air. She turned around and watched as Clive doubled over in pain, slowing down but still moving towards the men. Oh my God, he's going to die! The thought flashed through her mind but was immediately overwritten by what she saw next. She wasn't sure exactly what happened, or even how to describe it, but as she watched, Clive started to transform.

His yells of pain transformed into ear piercing roars, almost louder than the repetitive crack of gunfire. His hair lengthened, his body expanded, and soon he was on his hands and knees rushing forward. In only the span of a few seconds, a bear stood in place of Clive. As he closed in on the nearest man, Beth turned around and ran even faster. Two men sprinted after her. She had dropped her purse without even realizing it.

She covered the distance to the woods in record time, diving through the wet foliage without hesitation. She thought she heard the men enter the woods behind her, so she dodged left around an old fallen tree. She leapt the dry river bed that was covered by leaves, hoping the men would fall into it. A couple of seconds later, she heard the distinctive crack of bone and screams of pain. She never slowed down.

She went up over a ridge of rock, then down the other side, scrambling down the rocky expanse. There was an old cave up ahead on the other side of the river, covered by an old, rotting tree. The tree covered the entrance perfectly and Beth knew that if she could just get there she would never be found. She slid down the embankment into the river, splashing through the shallow end but staying away from the deep bottom. When she reached the fallen tree, she dove into the icy water, swiftly swimming to the other side and pulling herself under the rotten tree.

Then she was in the cave. Old leaves, limbs, and foliage filled the bottom, but she pushed it towards the mouth of the cave, giving herself more camouflage. Cold and starting to shiver, she hardly noticed. The only thing she paid any attention to was the sound of the other man splashing through the water. She held her breath as his footsteps came closer and he lifted himself onto the log. If she wanted to, she could reach out and touch his legs. After a few moments, she heard him yell, “Shit!” and he moved on down the river.

She peeled off her wet clothes, laying them out in the back of the cave. She pulled the dirty debris onto her shivering body, knowing that it wasn't enough to keep her warm but having no other option. She wrung out her hair, trying to get as dry as possible. She wondered when it would be safe to go back outside.

And what about Clive? Of course, she knew Shifters existed. Who didn't? But she'd never met one before. They kept mostly to themselves, something she'd always been thankful for until today. Who wanted to know a wolf man? Or a guy who could turn into a bear? What good did it ever do anyone?

It turns out, in Beth's case, he had saved her life. If Clive hadn't sacrificed himself to let her get away, she didn't think she would still be alive. In fact, she knew it. Clive had given his life to protect hers. If she didn't get out of this cave and indoors, though, it wouldn't matter. Despite everything he'd done for her, she would still die.

A pang of guilt went through her. She felt bad about running while he had protected her. But that wasn't what was really on her mind. She felt guilty about how she had treated him. All she had done was yell at him for trying to protect her. Shifter or not, he only had good intentions and she'd treated him like dirt. And now she could never tell him she was sorry. Never ask for forgiveness. He was gone. Beth laid down in the leaves, curling up into the fetal position, and started to cry.

It was dark when she was jerked awake by the sound of leaves crunching. Beth strained to hear and after a few seconds she was certain that someone was coming towards her. She put her hands to her mouth, trying to silence her breathing. The footsteps stopped just outside of the cave, on the other side of the fallen log. Snorts and sniffs split the silence.

Beth scooted deeper into the shallow cave, trying not to crunch any of the leaves under her naked body. She winced as they crinkled. Immediately, whoever – or whatever – was outside of the cave was climbing over the log and crawling to get in. A darker shape blocked out the entrance to the cave, forcing its way inside. It was large and barely fit inside.

She let out a scream, no longer trying to be quiet. Whatever it was roared in surprise. Bear! The thought flashed through Beth's mind, but in her terror, she didn't put two and two together until the creature in front of her started to shift. She watched as the bear shrunk and hair receded until only a bulky, extremely naked man was standing in front of her.

“Beth?” the man whispered. He took two slow steps forward, bringing him just close enough for Beth to make out his face. She was on him before he could react, throwing her arms tightly around him, tears streaming down her face that she buried in his chest. Clive wrapped his large arms around her, pulling her close to his warm body. She hadn't realized it, but she was ice cold and shivering uncontrollably.

“Clive,” she said into his chest. “I thought you were dead. I saw them shoot you.”

“I told you earlier that I'm strong. It was nothing. I'm glad you're okay. When I saw a couple of the men run after you into the woods, I feared the worst.”

Beth looked up into his eyes. They were deep gold, even in the darkness of the cave. Without answering him, she pressed her lips against his. For a split second, Clive's lips didn't move. Then, they were working against her lips, deep and slow. He kissed her more gently than she would have expected from a man his size.
 

She broke the kiss slowly, reluctantly, and said, “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that.”

He pressed his lips on hers again, harder and faster than before. She gave in to him, feeling his hands pulling her body close, keeping her warm. Oh my God, she thought. We're both naked! She didn't know how long they embraced for, but slowly, Beth pulled away.

“I was so worried for you, Beth,” Clive breathed. She could feel his warmth pressing against her naked body. That's not the only thing pressing against me! Beth thought, but she pushed the thought away. There were more serious matters right now.

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

“We're going to hang tight here for the rest of the night. Hudson's men are still watching your house, but they won't come out here during the night. In the morning, we'll head out the back of the woods. From there, we'll find a phone and I'll call some guys I know. They'll come pick us up, and if we're lucky, they'll have found Hudson. Then we'll end this.”