by Fox, Kim
The view brought the chilly autumn air with it. Sidney wrapped his warm, muscular arms around her, heating her up.
She reached down, grabbed his hard cock and slowly guided it into her moist tunnel as she lowered her hips. She gasped a whine as his tip pressed through, stretching and filling her completely. She looked down at his grimacing face as she panted and bit her lip.
His hairy chest was jacked and his arm muscles taut as they wrapped around her tiny body.
“You’re so tight,” he said. “I love it.”
His bear did too apparently. He was purring through Sidney’s chest.
She braced herself and held her breath for the last push. She sunk down on his cock until he was balls deep in her and groaning for more.
She planted her knees on the seat and rocked her hips as she pressed her breasts into his face. He sucked on her nipples while she slid back up his cock.
The first thrust was always the hardest. Her body started to relax and she bucked on him, riding him faster and faster.
She threw her head back, taking in the view of the stars as he rocked her world. His hands slid down to her ass cheeks, his fingers grazing through her crack and brushing against her starfish.
Her clit was throbbing as it slammed into his pelvis.
It was too hot in here. She hit the red button again, opening the doors all the way. The cool night air rushed in, tickling their heated bodies.
She picked up the pace as their chests heaved violently and their moans began sounding almost painful. Her legs burned as she rode him. She wanted to feel him release in her. She wanted to release on him.
Her pussy tightened around him as he arched his hips and drove into her harder and deeper. He picked up speed, pushing his hips up, grinding into her, building pleasure and anticipation with every thrust.
A bead of sweat snaked down between her breasts even though the air coming in was cool.
Her knees wobbled on the seat as thrilling heat flooded through her. “I’m gonna come,” she moaned into his neck. Every muscle in her body clenched. Her nails dug into his smooth arms. She was taken by surprise at how fast it came on.
She dug her mouth into his soft skin and screamed as the orgasm slashed through her. Her pussy clenched and pulsed on his cock as he fucked her relentlessly. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as her whole body shook and convulsed with hard, sharp jerks.
His hands clamped down on her ass cheeks as his hips bucked below her. He whipped his head back and cried out as his whole body shook and he pumped his load inside her. His body went weak. His hands fell off her ass and down to his sides. His head crumpled to the seat in exhaustion.
Angie collapsed onto him, exhausted as well. She rested her head on his shoulder and breathed in his sweet scent as his cock softened in her burning pussy. She listened to the soft purr of his contented bear and the soothing sound of his deep breathing.
She peeled her head off his shoulder and smiled as she tried to catch her breath. She glanced at the basket of food that his bear had brought with him. She had been waiting for him to arrive before eating. “I’m starving,” she said, with a chuckle.
They climbed down and slipped on some clothes. Sidney kept a stack of clothes on hand in the observatory because he always hiked up in his bear form.
Angie laid out a blanket on the floor as Sidney pulled out the barrage of Tupperware. Now she was feeling the chill of the night so she closed the ceiling, leaving it a touch open so that they could still eat under the stars.
Sidney opened a bottle of wine and pulled out two glasses. Angie held her stomach and grinned. She placed her hand over the top of her glass as he leaned over to pour the wine.
“None for me thanks.”
He jerked his head back and looked at the label, furrowing his brow the way he always did when he was confused. “It’s your favorite wine.”
She held her stomach as a smile crept across her face.
“Would you prefer white wine next time?” he asked.
He wasn’t catching on.
“I’m pregnant,” she said.
His mouth hung open like a fish and his hands dropped to the floor, splashing red wine on the blanket. “Shut up.”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes. Exactly the reaction that she was expecting.
He lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her. “A little cub,” he whispered in her ear. “Thank you.”
She kissed him on the cheek. “Okay. I admit it. You win.”
She was thrilled to be having his little cub. She never saw herself as a mother until these past few months as she grew closer with Sidney. Now she couldn’t believe that she didn’t want children in the first place.
Sidney sat back down and stared at her in shock. “We can name him after my grandparents,” he said. “If it’s a girl it’s Myrtle. If it’s a boy it’s Myrt.”
“You’re kidding right?”
He looked at her blankly.
Angie did something that she would be doing countless times over the rest of her lifetime with Sidney. She shook her head at him and rolled her eyes.
the end
Bearly In Time
Book Four
Connor & Rebecca
one
Five days before the wedding…
Rebecca gave a bitter smile as Linda, the baker, placed the sample wedding cake in front of her. It was three layers high, each level lined with sugary, pink flowers. Their initials would be on top, an R and an M, in sparkly, silver letters. It was even better than she had pictured it.
So why did it feel all wrong?
“This one is for a wedding this week,” Linda said, wiping her hands on her icing-stained apron. “I can make it with vanilla or chocolate. Or a mix of the two.”
Rebecca stared at the cake with blank eyes. The smell in the tiny bakery was making her nauseous. She glanced over at Mark. His soft body was turned away from her, his eyes on his phone.
“What do you think of this one?” Rebecca asked the black and gray hair on the back of his head.
“How much is it?” Mark asked without taking his eyes off his phone screen.
“This one is five hundred dollars,” Linda said.
“For a cake?” he asked. He swatted his hand in the air like Linda was an annoying fly. “No.”
“Look how pretty it is,” Rebecca said. “And that’s a really good price.”
Linda gave her a tight smile before glancing over her shoulder and looking up at the ceiling.
“Do we really need a cake?” Mark whined, finally taking his eyes off of his phone. He looked at her with narrow eyes.
Rebecca hated when he acted like this. Like she was the enemy. They were shopping for their wedding cake. This was supposed to be fun. She pictured sitting here with Connor. He would’ve fed her the cake and laughed as he touched her nose with an icing-filled finger. Stop it. That guy doesn’t exist. It was all an act.
“I’ll let you two discuss it,” Linda said, picking up the cake and walking back to the counter. She was shaking her head.
“Thank you Linda,” Rebecca called out.
“If I’m going to spend five hundred dollars on something I expect to get my dick sucked,” he said, snorting a skin crawling laugh.
“I don’t like it when you joke like that,” Rebecca said. Mostly because she couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
He rolled his eyes. “I’ll make a deal with you,” he said. “You can spend a hundred dollars on a cake if I can go see Jeff at the pub.”
“Now?” she asked, her shoulders slumping. “I thought this was something that we could do together.”
“It’s just cake shopping,” he said. “We’ll have time to do all kinds of boring shit like this when we’re married. Jeff is only in town for two weeks babe.”
Rebecca sighed, her stomach in a knot. “Fine,” she said, looking at the worn-out table in front of her.
“Thanks babe,” Mark said, kissing her cheek. She winced as hi
s rough lips hit her. “One hundred dollars max.”
She wondered how much he was going to spend at the pub.
Linda came back once Mark was out the door. “So? What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful,” Rebecca said, feeling tired with a sudden lack of energy. “It’s just out of our price range.”
“I understand,” Linda said with a smile. She glanced at Mark’s empty seat and sneered. “I hope you two are very happy together.”
Rebecca felt a pang in her stomach as a feeling of dread washed over her.
Me too.
Rebecca walked along the streets of Manhattan with the foggy, dark sky reflecting her mood perfectly. She turned into a park and sat on a bench, watching the New Yorkers and tourists enjoying the city. She felt like she didn’t belong among all of the smiling faces.
She sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, as he came back to her. He always did, no matter how many times she tried to push him away. His hard body. The way that his dimples made his gorgeous face light up when he flashed her a warm smile. The easy way that he made her laugh.
Rebecca sighed.
It was all an act. It was a one night thing to him. She was just another notch on his bedpost. She had been foolish to think that he had felt the same way. That he had wanted something monogamous.
She had went back the next weekend and saw his true nature. She saw how he really felt about a relationship. And she had been devastated.
And Mark used that to worm his way back into her life.
Mark had convinced her to go along with the wedding. It was the logical thing to do. They had an apartment, they shared a car, a cat. Their whole life was already set up. They even had all of the deposits paid for the wedding.
He had an affair and now she had had one too, although Mark would never know that. They were even. They could start fresh.
It had been easy to slink back into her old life and pretend that Mark’s infidelity had never happened or was just a one time thing.
The only hard part was trying to forget Connor. No not Connor. The idea of Connor. The Connor that she fell in love with didn’t really exist. He was playing her. Like he probably did to countless other women.
Rebecca glanced up at the dark clouds smothering the bright sky.
She had made a very important life decision when she was heartbroken and upset. And now she was feeling like she was in too deep and unable to get out. The wedding was on Saturday, only five days away. Everything was set up and ready to go.
Five days.
To the biggest mistake of her life.
two
Two months ago…
Rebecca cranked up the radio and smiled as she saw the sign announcing her entrance into the state of New Hampshire. Her anxious foot pressed down on the gas pedal as she sang along with Beyoncé, flying around the curvy mountain roads.
The past week had been torturous with all of the waiting. Every minute was spent thinking of Connor and planning for this weekend. She had organized her week with military-like precision. Manicure and pedicure on Monday. Bikini wax on Tuesday. Tanning bed on Wednesday. Clothes and new bikini shopping on Thursday. Hair on Friday. She would need to make more than the salary of a kindergarten teacher while dating this guy. Or she’d go bankrupt before he proposed.
Proposed? Maybe one day. Rebecca had a strong feeling that one day he would. And that one day would be soon.
She smiled to herself as Beyoncé came through her shitty car speakers, telling all the single ladies to put their hands up. Oh Beyoncé, she giggled. Get all of the single ladies fired up and then you go home to your husband.
Rebecca had packed a couple suitcases even though she was only staying for the weekend. She was hoping that Connor would ask her to stay for the summer. She was free until the school year started at the end of August and she had big plans on how to spend it: curled up in the muscular arms of a sexy bear shifter.
She had no more attachments back home. Hell there wasn’t even a back home. Mark had kept their apartment and cat, Lucky, and Rebecca was currently living in her childhood room back at her parent’s, cramped townhouse. She was excited to escape her nosy mother who couldn’t quite seem to understand why the wedding was called off.
Rebecca grabbed a piece of licorice, her kryptonite, and then threw the bag into the back seat where it would be out of reach. You’re going to be spending the rest of the summer by the river in a bikini, she thought as she munched on the candy, you don’t need to gain any more weight.
Rebecca drove the next hour with her fingers clutching the steering wheel, her knuckles white with anticipation. She couldn’t wait to see Connor. He thought that she was only coming tomorrow but she left a day early to surprise him. In the past hour she had managed to go through her TLC, No Doubt and Cranberries CDs (she had always been a sucker for 90s music) and eat half of the bag of licorice that she stretched and contorted backwards to reach like a yoga master.
The sunny afternoon was near its end but she would still have time for a quick dip in the river and maybe still have a bit of time to tan before the sun packed it up for the night.
The hand painted Brooke Excursions sign finally came into view on the side of the road. Rebecca’s pulse raced faster than her crappy car. She was almost there. She pulled over on the shoulder, her tires sinking in the soft dirt. She didn’t want her car to announce her arrival. She wanted to see Connor’s excited expression when he saw her. I’ll walk up and surprise him.
She shut the door quietly, checked her reflection one last time in the side mirror, fixed her brown hair and headed down the dirt road that led to Connor’s kayaking business.
Her heart thumped as she quickened her walk. She turned around the bend and the guesthouse came into view. She turned her head away and winced when she saw him. She closed her eyes tight, feeling like she was going to throw up. You’re such an idiot!
Connor was sitting on the porch swing with another girl. He was touching her, stroking her hair and whispering softly to her.
Rebecca forced herself to look. She forced her eyes open and watched Connor stroke the girl’s long auburn hair until her eyes were full of tears and he was just a blurry, betraying object.
Her hand flew to her mouth and she held in her sobs as she ran back to the car. To think that she actually thought that he loved her. Her!
She jumped in the car and slammed the door closed, feeling stupider than she had ever felt before. The trunk was full of her stuff. She had told her parents that she would be gone for the rest of the summer. She shook her head, wondering how stupid she could be to actually think that he would want her to move in with him.
Her hands were shaking so hard that she had a hard time putting the keys in the ignition. She finally got it and started the engine. She put her hand to her aching chest as she drove away. Her heart felt like it was literally breaking.
He was just a player all along. It was all an act and she had fallen for it. Why would he settle for her? She wasn’t good looking like Grace or smart like Angie. Even Mark thought that he could do better when he cheated on her. Why would Connor be any different? He was way out of her league anyways.
The girl with the auburn hair was more on his level. She was slim. Gorgeous. She shook her head as a new wave of sobs came on.
He must’ve gave all the women that came through there the royal treatment. It was probably in his business plan.
Rebecca pictured Connor’s hands all over the girl and her lungs started to constrict, making it hard to breathe. Her arms and legs started trembling and her vision was spotty. She pulled the car on the side of the dirt road and hopped out, rushing to the grass. She held her tight stomach, bent over and puked out the licorice.
three
Connor hung his certificate of business on the wall of the lobby and stepped back to look. That large blue wall was reserved for any awards and accomplishments that his business won. So far it was empty, except for the small, crooked frame and certificat
e that the government had sent him when he registered his business. He frowned and stepped forward to straighten it.
“Breakfast,” Sidney called out from the kitchen.
Connor placed a level on top of the frame and lifted the corner until the little bubble slid in between the two black lines. Perfect.
And every detail had to be perfect. Rebecca was coming back tomorrow. He couldn’t wait.
He headed into the kitchen before Sidney ate all of the bacon. There was a brown bear at the back door that was turning into a naked Edwin.
Sidney was at the stove in his boxers, scratching his hairy chest. “On the table,” he said, pointing with his spatula as Edwin walked in, wearing even less than Sidney. “Just like you like them.”
Connor frowned at the plate of burnt eggs and bacon that was so crispy it would disintegrate as soon as you touched it. “Thanks,” he mumbled as he sat down.
“Your mate still coming tomorrow?” Sidney asked, as Edwin sat down in front of his plate of burnt eggs and bacon.
“Yup,” Connor said with a smile, even though the food in his mouth was so salty it was bringing tears to his eyes.
“No fair,” Sidney complained. “My girl won’t even answer me. Probably lost her phone.”
“Grace asked me to come to New York,” Edwin said, frowning as he poked his eggs with his fork.
“Even this guy gets a call back,” Sidney said, scratching the bubbly, red rash on his chin. “This is not fair.”
“You did feed her poison ivy,” Connor said.
“She can’t still be mad at that,” he said, raising his arms in frustration. “That was a week ago!”
The door of the lobby opened and the three werebears turned their heads. Connor sniffed the air and smiled. “Well this is a surprise,” he whispered to himself.