Thank fuck, because I would’ve been pissed if I blacked out a dicking from a man like that. No traces of lube, and my hole doesn’t feel sore, so whatever we might’ve done, it wasn’t that. I slip one hand into my underwear and between my ass cheeks. There aren’t any condom wrappers or lube packets in sight, but that doesn’t necessarily prove anything. Oh no, did we fuck? I look around helplessly for any clue to what might’ve happened. A pair of loose fitting boxers hang on my hips. I glance down at myself, realizing for the first time that I have no clue what I fell asleep in. Ollie is still passed the fuck out on the bed, the sheets tangled around one leg while the other hangs off the side of the bed, his ass looking entirely biteable in his tight boxer briefs. I shuffle back out of the bathroom, slipping the ring off as I go. Obviously, I got drunk and decided to put on Ren’s wedding band for some reason that I’m sure made sense when I was ten shots of tequila deep. “What the actual fuck?” I mutter, finally leaning over and filling my mouth with water so I can rinse and spit. I mean, why the hell would I have a silver band around my left ring finger? Running my thumb over the band, it feels very much real, the metal smooth and warm from my skin. I lift my left hand closer to my face, sure I’m having some kind of hangover induced hallucination. There are no bear shifters in this series, only the OTHER kind of bears. ***Screwed is a woke up married, faking it to their friends but also totally hooking up, sweet, STEAMY love story that happens to be the fourth book in the Four Bears Construction series.

Does he feel it too, or am I totally screwed?

The only problem is the longer he stays, the more the lines blur between what’s real and what’s for show. I’ve never managed to make a real relationship last nearly a year, there’s no way Daniel will stick around long enough to win this bet. My feisty new husband, determined to make our friends pay up? Double check. A hefty bet about how long it will last? Check. I’ve had my fair share of less than proud relationship moments, but waking up married to my brother-in-law’s best friend is a new low.Ī drunken wedding to a man who already rejected me once? Check.

Screwed by K.M. Neuhold