Beary Sexy: A BBW Werebear Boxed Set

by Bolryder, Terry

  “But aren’t we engaged now?” she asked.

  “Yup,” he said. “I only wish we were officially mated as well. You know what the second part is, after you accept my bear?”

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  He whispered in her ear. “Unprotected sex.”

  She gulped. “That sounds amazing.”

  “Well, we’ll do it when you’re ready. You’ve probably had enough bear for one day.”

  She shook her head and opened her arms for him. She leaned back and let him hug her, full body to full body, lying amongst the soft covers. She could feel his chest rise and fall, hear his heartbeat against hers. The moment was perfect, except…

  “I think I could use a little more bear,” she said, running her hands down to clasp his butt and give it a healthy squeeze.

  He sucked in his breath and looked down at her. “Oh really?”

  “Well, I could use a little more of the man beneath the bear.”

  He nipped her ear and then her lips. “I guess I could oblige. Just remember we’re one and the same. When I’m taking you, he’s growling within me, wanting to break free and be with you too.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “I guess I’ll try to get used to it.”

  “But there are some benefits,” he said, removing his belt and winding the soft material around his hands.

  “Oh yeah?” she asked, blushing deeply and brushing her ponytail off her shoulder. “What’s that?”

  “He’s very…dominant.” He gave her a predatory grin and she laughed and offered up her hands.

  “Well, of course he is. He’s a bearthlete after all.”

  He lowered his hands with the belt between them. “What?”

  “A bearthlete. An athlete that’s also a bear.”

  “Yeah, I put that together. But…”

  “I don’t know. It just came to me. I was thinking that I can’t believe this bear, this athlete, is all mine. This bearthlete.”

  He groaned. “Oh man, I don’t know if I’m in the mood anymore.”

  She arched against the covers. “That’s too bad, because I’m very much in the mood.”

  He bit his lip. “Hm.”

  She sat up. “Wait, you wanted to know who Taylor was, right?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t need to. After today, this bearthlete is going to make sure you never think of him again.”

  “Well, that’d be tough, because he’s my brother.”

  Ryan slapped a hand over his face. “Are you serious? Then why did you…”

  “He used to help get me tucked in, when I was recovering. When I was asleep and you moved me, I must have thought you were him. Honestly, it had nothing to do with the sex.”

  “You could have just told me that,” Ryan said.

  “And miss how jealous you get? Never.”

  He let out a playful growl and got on the bed with her. “Okay, so enough about him.”

  “But I thought you weren’t in the mood anymore?” she asked, eyeing the belt in his hands.

  “Are you?” he asked.

  She grinned. “I’m always in the mood when it comes to you.”

  “Then this bearthlete is at your service,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her neck, her lips, and her shoulders. “Forever.”

  “I love you,” she said, as he removed her coat and shirt and went to work on her bra.

  “I love you, too,” he replied, pulling the rest of her clothing off. When she was naked against him, he held her for just a moment, savoring the feel of their bodies together.

  Perfect.

  Then the bearthlete claimed his mate, knowing he’d just won the best prize of all. Her love.

  Epilogue

  Kylie twisted her ring as she waited in the stands for the event to start. It was night, and lights lit up the super pipe at the X Games that were happening right in front of her. Leslie took her hand.

  “It’s going to be fine,” she said.

  “Yeah,” Riley said. “What are the chances he’d fall and smash his head again?” Janna and Leslie turned to glare at him and he put up his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I just meant that I’m sure Ryan trained to avoid the same mistake.”

  It was almost a year since they’d gotten engaged. She felt like she’d been living in a dream. She’d married him, officially completed the mating ceremony, and was his in every way. She rubbed her hand over her swollen midsection and thought about how true that was.

  Now he just needed to be careful and not ruin everything for their little family by falling again. He’d promised this was the last X Games. He wanted to go back and medal so that he knew when he walked away it was because he wanted to retire, not because he’d been forced to give up because of an injury. He’d been training frequently and she loved watching him. She’d even flown to Australia with him over the summer. He’d commented that it was much more fun that way, and he should have done it like that the first time.

  Damn straight he should have.

  But she could let bygones be bygones, now that the gorgeous figure getting ready to enter the pipe was hers. The announcer commented on it, and then the camera zoomed in on her, talking about how Ryan Hart’s wife was here to watch him in his first X Games since the accident. She smiled for the cameras and tried not to look as nervous as she felt. He’d already gone through qualifiers and completed a good first run. But this run would have the difficult tricks. The real crowd pleasers.

  “Sorry, ladies,” the announcer said jovially. “Looks like someone locked down Hart’s heart.” The other announcer chuckled and she saw Ryan’s head turn to glare at them. They shut up. “Looks like he’s ready to start in 3, 2, 1 and go!”

  A beep sounded and Ryan pushed off and entered the pipe. Her heart thrummed against her ribcage and she twisted Leslie’s hand in hers. Riley looked as concerned as she did, but Ryder had his usual, difficult to read expression on. But she suspected that underneath it all, the severe looking billionaire was just as worried as the rest of them. Janna had her hand on his neck, soothing him.

  They’d left the babies with sitters so they didn’t have to be out in the cold. Kylie touched her stomach and pictured the little being inside her. She hoped it was a girl. One who could run around with her cousins and give the boys what for. One who looked like a perfect mix of Ryan and her.

  Ryan had already completed her first trick, and was now heading across the pipe for the second. This was when he’d crashed last time. She closed her eyes and heard the crowd hold their breath as he went into the air. Then she heard the roar of the crowd and opened her eyes to see him gliding smoothly back to the other side. She let out the breath she’d been holding. He looked calm and relaxed and totally focused. She knew it was the bear in him helping him.

  Ryan felt that it was partly denying his bear that had caused him to crash in the first place. He felt it had possibly locked away some of the instinct that had always made him so great. Perhaps.

  All she knew is she loved watching him ride, loved watching him take to the air like he was weightless, loved watching his powerful body twist and then stomp down into a landing. Loved how easy he made it all look. She admired him as much as she always had, but it was different now that she was his.

  She squeezed Leslie’s hand and ran down out of the bleachers to meet him the end of the pipe. She was on the other side of the boundary when he pulled up at the bottom, stopping his board with a swoosh of snow, looking up for a moment to see the scoreboard. The scores went up, and his eyes met hers, excitement plain there. He took off the board and ran to kiss her, sweeping her off her feet with the plastic boundary between them.

  He set her down and climbed over to be with her. “Thanks for being here,” he said. “I love you.”

  She hugged him right back. “I’m glad you’re okay.” She shook her head. “My heart was going a mile a minute. You’re done right? It looks like you’re taking home the gold tonight.”

  He put his arm around her and looked down into
her face. “Damn right I am.”

  She laughed and hugged him close. “Damn right you are.” She made a face and put a hand to her stomach. “I felt a kick.”

  “Really?” he asked, putting a hand there too. “Are you sure you don’t want to know the gender?” he asked. “We could have known for months now.”

  She shrugged. “As long as it’s healthy, I don’t mind.”

  He scratched his head. “I guess I shouldn’t tell you that I already know, then.”

  She looked back at him in mock offense. “How could you? I told the doctor I didn’t want to know.”

  “Hey, hey, blame the bear. He can sense that kind of thing.”

  “For how long?” she asked.

  “Only a little while,” he said. “I was purposely trying not to hear it.”

  She sighed. “I guess if you know, I may as well.”

  “It’s a girl,” he blurted out. She could tell he was super happy about it and her heart warmed with excitement was well. But it truly didn’t matter as long as the child was theirs. She didn’t know if it would be able to shift, if it would look like her or like Ryan or like some other ancestor altogether.

  All she knew was that as long as he was with her, life would be an adventure. This was just the next one.

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  Sample of Big Bad Bear

  Carly had to get out of this town.

  She absentmindedly wiped down the tables at Lone Tree Bar and Grill once more. Anything to pass the time during the dead zone between lunch and dinner. The bar was deathly quiet in the afternoons, only frequented by the occasional jobless man looking to drown his sorrows or people who worked night shifts looking to take the edge off before work started.

  The Lone Tree was one of several bars in Bearstone Village, a tiny town nestled at the base of a vast mountain range that held one of the world’s most famous winter sports resorts, Bearstone Park. But unlike Bearstone Park, this town was old, rundown, and virtually empty during summers when the resorts were closed, since nobody would drive through a tiny place like this except to get to somewhere much nicer.

  If only I could make enough to move out and get a fresh start someplace new, Carly thought to herself as she grabbed the rag she was using and tossed it into a small bucket.

  She was grateful that Rob, the owner, had given her the job six months ago, since it was the only thing keeping her afloat right now. She was still several months behind on rent since the creditors were constantly haranguing her to make good on her other payments, but at least she was moving forward, not backward.

  Around five or so, people would start milling in to grab a beer or a bite to eat, and things would pick up. Depending on tips, she could sometimes do all right, though most people in this town were just as poor as she was.

  Carly had just started drying a few clean glasses when she was interrupted by the tinkle of the bells that hung over the front door. She looked up to see a huge shadow standing in the doorway. In walked a towering man wearing leather boots, roughed-up jeans, and a huge black leather jacket that bulged at the shoulders.

  He probably stood at six feet six or so, a good foot or more taller than Carly. He had dark, unkempt hair that fell over his face in slight waves, which looked like a woman had just been running her hands through them, and steely blue eyes that watched her carefully, showing no emotion.

  As he came into the light and nodded to Carly, she recognized his handsome, masculine face.

  Zeus Wilson.

  He walked over to his usual stool at the far corner of the bar. She could almost feel the ground rumble beneath her from the thump-thump of his huge boots as he moved, and despite his worn-looking clothes, she could make out incredibly muscled thighs straining his jeans and massive pecs and arms that looked ready to burst out of his jacket.

  Zeus had come in a few times since Carly had worked here. After the first time, she’d asked Rob about him.

  Apparently, he was a noted recluse who lived alone in the mountains and only came down occasionally to do business with locals.

  “What can I get for you?” Carly asked from behind the bar where she stood. Even hunched over with his arms planted on the bar top, the man was humongous. His mere presence was intimidating.

  “Whisky,” Zeus answered in a husky tone that filled her with anticipation. He was so large, so masculine; it was impossible to not be aware of his presence.

  “Which brand?” she asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

  “Any,” he replied.

  Carly grabbed a bottle of something mid-range and a shot glass. As she came over to where he was seated, she could feel his eyes following her every movement, intimidating but also thrilling. It made her scared to look directly at him for fear of making eye contact and seeing those striking blue irises, so she watched the ground as she came over.

  She opened the bottle and moved to pour a shot for him when the bottle was gently whisked out of her hand. Carly looked up to see Zeus set the bottle beside him and pull something out of the pocket of his jacket with the other.

  He slid money onto the bar in front of her. Her eyes widened as she looked down at it. A hundred was far too much, especially considering he was pouring his own drinks and making it less work for her.

  “I can’t take that,” Carly said, pushing the bill toward him. The last thing she wanted to do was rip someone off. Especially someone like Zeus, who’d always been a good customer.

  Zeus put his hand over hers, his huge fingers entirely enveloping it and the hundred. There was a slight roughness to his palm that she could feel on the top of her hand, and the light touch sent sparks of electricity through her fingers and down her spine, giving her goose bumps. He gently pushed her hand and the bill toward her, and she finally dared to look up and meet his piercing gaze.

  His clear blue eyes were a deep royal blue. Intense, with a depth that seemed to go on forever.

  Zeus said nothing, just shook his head slowly as he pressed her hand back along the smooth bar, the money underneath it. When his hand finally released hers, Carly let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

  The whole exchange could have lasted all of three seconds or several minutes. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was the closer she got to him, the more he took her breath away.

  Carly nodded in understanding, and for a moment, she thought she could see the smallest ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth before he put the bottle to his lips and took a long swig. She couldn’t help but admire at this distance his incredibly masculine features. His powerful, straight jaw. Thick brows that made his gaze even more intense. Tanned skin and broad cheekbones. And perfectly defined lips that pursed slightly as he drank.

  It made her wonder what those lips would feel like on hers.
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  Carly’s last relationship had gone down in flames only a year ago, leaving her stuck in this town, working off debts she’d likely never repay, and she wasn’t eager to start something with a man again.

  But something about Zeus made a woman want to try.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by the clank of the bottle onto the counter, and Carly quickly went back to what she’d been doing before, hoping he hadn’t noticed her gawking.

  She went to the cash register to break the hundred into smaller amounts so she could put the excess into the tip jar. But when she opened the register, she saw it was out of twenties.

  Rob kept all the cash in his office in a safe, and Carly knew they would need money in the register before the evening regulars came in anyway, so she exited the bar and headed for Rob’s office.

  “Excuse me for a moment,” she said to Zeus, trying to sound formal but hearing something that sounded more like a squeak come out of her mouth.

  The man didn’t reply, just nodded, but still followed her intently with his eyes. As she walked past him, she could swear he was watching as she walked down the hallway that connected with the storage rooms and Rob’s office. But when she turned around to look, all she saw was the huge man hunched over the bar and turned away from her.

  She went through a door for employees only, turned down the hall, and came up to the thick wooden door that led into the office. Carly listened to see if he was playing his oldies rock station. She knew Rob didn’t like to be interrupted if he was in the middle of doing financials or counting money, and the sure sign he was doing either of those was the sound of Lynyrd Skynyrd or Bob Seger coming from the office.

  But instead of the sound of music, she heard voices coming from inside. Angry voices. She perked her ear closer to the door

  “You’re way behind on your payments, Rob. Where’s the money you owe us?” said one voice, gruff and mean.

  “I don’t have it yet. I will by the end of the month.” Rob sounded terrified.