Bear Skin (BBW / Bearshifter Romance): A Billionaire Oil Bearons Romance (Bear Fursuits Book 5)

by Isadora Montrose

  “I see. Well, maybe I can make some suggestions,” Zeke said. “My brother is going to courier me some clothes and stuff. But I’m not sure where to.”

  “French Town Post Office would be the best bet,” Jenna said. “But it really doesn’t matter where it gets to, we’ll hear. Word gets around in a small town. Someone will pass on the message. Besides, once Lenny spreads the news, you’ll find yourself volunteered for more things than there are hours in a day.”

  “Sounds like the Army!”

  She thought about it. “Yeah, for sure we got each other’s backs on the Ridge.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  He had as good as told Lenny Benoit that he planned to marry Jenna. If the Ridge was anything like Success, Colorado, population one hundred and fourteen — not including cows — that news would be spreading like wildfire. Jenna might be the last one to find out.

  What was the worst that could happen if he asked her? She might laugh in his face. No, Jenna was too kind to do that. She would be gentle when she said no. Be a helluva blow whatever.

  “Why did Lenny get rid of me?” asked Jenna as they returned to the sitting room.

  “Your cousin wanted to tell me that I had to treat you right. Otherwise, I have to deal with a whole lot of angry bears,” said Zeke happily.

  “You seem delighted by the idea.”

  “Know something? I realized that if your cousin had come here to claim you, that I would happily lay him out and skin him alive.” He caught her face in his hands. “See, that’s not civilized. But I don’t feel civilized about you. You’re mine. My mate. I want you forever. I want kids. I want growing old together. Is that this bear bond you told me about?”

  Jenna nodded. “Sure sounds like it.”

  “Then we are bonded. Forever. I will never love anyone the way I love you,” Zeke vowed.

  “Me too.”

  He put his hands on her shoulders. “Are the men around here idiots? What about Lenny Benoit? He thinks the sun shines out of you.”

  Jen met his eyes directly. “Lenny just got married! Besides he’s my first cousin. We love each other dearly, but kissing Len would be totally creepy. Marriage would be a non-starter. And I didn’t meet anyone when I went away to school. So here I am on the shelf. What about you?”

  Zeke swallowed. “I never, ever, met anyone like you. No one ever felt so right. I want you to marry me. Will you?”

  Jenna looked at his desperate face. That proposal would win no prizes for romantic. But she didn’t get the feeling that his bluntness demonstrated lack of feeling or sincerity. Just how articulate did she think Matt or Nick would be in a similar situation? Her brothers were good, decent men, but glib they were not.

  She didn’t have the smallest hesitation. Her heart had known from the first that this bear was her destiny. Maybe they would have their struggles. Probably two hard-headed bears would fight from time to time. But she had no doubt that he would conquer his demons as he had conquered her heart. But how to make him see?

  “Do you love me?” she asked softly.

  “I don’t know. I just know that you feel necessary to me. Like air or water.” He stopped, looking baffled. She looked to sweet, so beautiful, so hot. How could he say what was in his heart? “You’re my future,” he ground out.

  “Sounds like love to me,” she said. “If I marry you it’s for life, you do understand that? No wandering, no divorce, just good old fashioned till death do us part. Life mates. Bear bond. The whole nine yards.”

  “I can do that,” he said. “I give you my word.”

  “Good enough. Okay.”

  Zeke looked worried. “What’s okay?”

  “If you ask, I’ll say yes.”

  Oh, he got a do over. He knelt down before her and took her hands in his. And there in her living room, wearing his tom fool plaid blanket, with his hairy chest poking out of her old blue fleece, looking like an idiot, he said, “Jenna will you marry me and be mine forever?”

  “I will.”

  “Forever,” he demanded, still on his knees.

  “Forever, and ever, my love,” she said softly cupping his face in her hands.

  “Nightmares and all,” he checked.

  She smiled gently. “Nightmares, babies, wolf at the door — in sickness and in health, for better or worse until death do us part.”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Thank you,” he said prayerfully. Though he was pretty sure that there wouldn’t be any wolves at their door. Sooner or later, he was going to have to confess to his wealth.

  Because now that she had said yes he wanted to get the biggest honking diamond ring he could and glue it to her hand. Something big enough to brand her to keep other men from coveting her. But small enough that she would wear it all the time. Because he didn’t think she was going to stop making pastry or birthing babies just because she was rich.

  Zeke rose to his feet and kissed her. A claiming kiss. The kiss of a newly returned lover re-establishing his bond with his woman. He picked her up in his arms and headed for her bedroom.

  “This time I want to be on top,” she announced.

  What did that mean? “Okay,” he said, hoping she didn’t mean he hadn’t pleased her before. He had been rough in the shower.

  “Cool.” She began to take off her clothes. “Race you.”

  But untucking his blanket was all he had to do to be ready for action. He caught sight of himself in her dressing table mirror and shrugged the vest off too. Might as well remove his socks, he had a feeling that they weren’t exactly sexy all on their own.

  Jenna was still in her bra and panties grinning at him. “Hey,” he said. “Let me help.”

  Her breasts were so beautiful and so bountiful. He cupped them in worshipful hands when he had stripped away her bra. They spilled over his big palms and the pretty dark pink nipples puckered when he rubbed them with his thumbs. He bent to taste the sweet berries he had made.

  They stayed like that for a long time until she giggled and pulled away. “I’m getting cold,” she said.

  He bent and peeled away her panties to reveal her trimmed dark brown bush. He pulled them down her legs and flung them aside

  “On top, huh?”

  “I never have,” she was a little pink, but cheerful.

  He lay down and drew her on top of him. “Your butt is going to get cold.”

  “I expect you to keep me warm, Major,” she said playfully. She came up onto her knees so she could run her fingers through his chest hair. She hunted down the flat brown nipples and leaned forward to kiss them, making an appreciative hum deep in her throat.

  Zeke thought it just about the sexiest noise he had ever heard. “You are so beautiful,” he said hoarsely.

  She wasn’t. But it was nice that he thought so. Or said so. Jenna kissed her way down his tummy to his cock. It was lying hard against his bulging abs, the purple cap dripping. She backed up so she could kiss it too and was rewarded when it bobbed and cum splashed on his belly.

  “I think I need to hurry up,” she teased and raised herself up so she could come down on the twitching spike in her hands.

  “But I haven’t even started on you,” he protested.

  “I’m good,” she said as her slick passage engulfed him and tiny muscles held him tightly.

  He had thought that she had meant that she had never been on top of him. Her awkwardness made him realize that she meant ever. She was torturing him with her uneven pace. She sank too fast and rose too slowly, and then she did the opposite. Zeke ran his big hand to her bottom and fondled the plump flesh, keeping himself in check so he didn’t rob her of her fun.

  She was good and wet. She was enjoying herself. And it would have been a lie to say he didn’t like it. But his pecker felt like it was caught in a wringer turned by a sadist. But just one look at Jenna’s absorbed, delighted face made him brace himself to endure this joyride.

  It seemed to take her a long time before she found a rhythm that pleased her. Her breast
s mottled with a desirous flush. Her stiff nipples stiffened more. She bounced faster and squeezed his dick hard. He held on trying not to come before she was done. At last the deep contractions began in her pussy and spread in voluptuous ripples through the soft and supple globes in his hands. She shrieked and fell forward.

  Zeke let himself go. He flooded her as the last of her climactic jolts sucked him dry. He ran wondering hands down the soft, damp skin of her back. They fell asleep like that.

  Jenna woke. Her back was cold. Her front was sweaty. Big hands held her so tightly she could hardly breathe.

  “Zeke,” she said sharply. “It’s me. Let go.”

  His eyes snapped open. He rolled so his body covered hers. Not like a man who wanted sex. Not like a lover beginning foreplay. Like a man defending his woman from attack.

  “It’s okay,” she said softly. “We’re safe here.”

  He rolled off her. “Sorry,” he muttered embarrassed.

  “Bad dream?”

  “Yeah. Now you see why I’m on terminal leave.”

  “Because of nightmares?”

  “Because I’m nuts.”

  Jenna examined him more closely. He was sweating profusely, yet his skin was clammy. “Nightmares are appropriate when you’ve been through hell. Come on, let’s have a shower.”

  “Aren’t you afraid?” he demanded.

  “That you will try to protect me from a bomb with your body?” she asked. “No, not really.” She led the way into her bathroom.

  “The Army psychiatrists say I’m a danger to myself. And others. They relieved me of command.”

  “Ouch. Heck of a reward for being wounded.” Jen adjusted the spray to medium hot and got in. “Come on, there’s room for two and I have a lot of missed opportunities to make up.”

  “Huh.”

  She lathered her hands and attacked his chest hair playfully, swirling her fingers around his nipples and pulling the hair into crests. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said.

  “Bathe a soldier?”

  “Play with a man’s chest hair.”

  “You don’t find me maybe a little hairy?”

  “Nope. Bears are supposed to be hairy. Here. And here. And most especially here.” Her roving hands tickled him as she spoke. She finally cupped his aching balls in her palms and massaged them gently.

  It was all the excuse his poor, dumb scud missile needed to reload. He grabbed the soap out of Jen’s hands. “I got you all sweaty,” he said. “Let’s get your girls clean.”

  She giggled as his slick hands began to play gently with her breasts. He pulled the jutting nipples until they stiffened even more, then let his soapy hands wander lower to her swelling buttocks. He knelt before her and lathered up one leg and then the other. She was trembling slightly by the time he let them rove between her thighs and he began to play with the soft and swollen labia.

  “You smell so good,” he murmured as his mouth found her bud. He sucked it. The taste of woman and slightly soapy water was a spicy treat. Jenna’s hand in his hair told him how much she liked it. He sucked harder and was rewarded when she came apart in his hands.

  He surged to his feet and lifted her onto his heat-seeking missile and placed her spine against the tiles. She clasped him close with her robust thighs and returned his vigorous thrusts with hearty moves of her own. His bellow of masculine satisfaction echoed in the bathroom with her own squeal of pleasure. She slid bonelessly down his abdomen sighing with pleasure.

  “I don’t think we’re going to get clean this side of Sunday,” she said joyfully. “But we have a lifetime to work on it.”

  “And pie for dessert!”

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  Read more about Jenna’s Yakima Ridge family in Bear Fursuits Books 1-4 Bundle and Brides of the Bachelor Bears Books 0-4 Bundle

  Laura Bascom’s story is now available for pre-order in Bear Pause Book 6 in the Bear Fursuits series.

  JENNA’S KNITTING SECRET

  The Bascom ‘secret’ to knitting two socks on a single set of needles is for experienced knitters only. It involves knitting with two balls of yarn at once and begins with a complicated cast on.

  Although they think they invented it, it is of course not unique to Jenna’s family.

  http://www.cometosilver.com/socks/2mlsocks_start.htm

  About the Author

  Isadora loves the beautiful mountains of the Northwest and hopes you enjoy their furry inhabitants as much as she does.

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  Bearly Beloved brings you the steamy, heartwarming love story of widowed Debbie Benoit and her girlhood crush, former bad boy Gilbert Bascom.

  Thirty years later, Gilbert Bascom returns to Yakima Ridge and discovers his passionate feelings for his buxom BBW haven’t changed since he was a wild cub. Can this burly, hard living, billionaire bearshifter persuade this beautiful bear that she’s his one and only?

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  Also by Isadora Montrose

  Lords of the Dragon Islands

  Dragon’s Treasure

  Dragon’s Successor

  Dragon’s Pleasure

  Bear Fursuits

  Bear Fursuits Books 1-4

  Bear Necessities

  Bear Possibilities

  Bear Affinities

  Bear Infinities

  Bear Cubs for Christmas (available only in Bear Fursuits Books 1-4 Bundle)

  Bear Skin: A Billionaire Oil Bearons Romance

  Bear Pause: A Billionaire Oil Bearons Romance

  Bachelor Bears of Yakima Ridge

  Brides for the Bachelor Bears Books 0-4

  Bearly a Bride (available in Brides for the Bachelor Bears and Hot Shifter Nights)

  Bearly Begun

  Bearly Enough

  Bearly Ever

  Bearly Forever

  Bearly Beloved