Werebears of New Hampshire Box Set: Paranormal Romance BBW Bear Shifters

by Fox, Kim

  She dropped her dress and stared with an open mouth at him. At Connor. Her feet kept going on their own. Her foot stepped on her dress and she flew forward. Her forearms crashed into the cement and a loud rip filled the air as the seems of her dress tore open.

  He was by her side at once, holding her, as she looked at her bleeding arms.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, shifting onto her butt. Her dress was ruined. Ripped and dirty. The blood from her arms dripped onto the expensive white fabric. Her hair, all done up, was falling onto her forehead and temples in loose strands.

  Connor looked down. “I just had to see you one last time,” he said.

  “Why?” she asked, holding back tears. Everything was all fucked up.

  He sighed. “So that I could see you happy and try to get over you.”

  “Get over me?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. “You got over me pretty fast.”

  He jerked his head back. “My bear bonded with you. You’re my mate. How could I ever get over you?”

  “I saw you,” she whispered. “With that girl.”

  Connor’s pulse was racing. “What girl? There are no other girls. Only you.”

  “Save it,” she said rolling her eyes. She held up her ripped, blood-stained dress. “Do I look like I’m in the mood for your bullshit right now?”

  He grabbed her arms. “What girl?”

  She took a deep breath as her eyes started to gloss over. “The girl with the auburn hair. You were running your hands through it.”

  There were so many thoughts racing through his head. “That’s what this is about? That’s why you blocked my number and stood me up?”

  “Well yeah,” she said. “I know we didn’t say that we were exclusive but I thought it was different with you.” She looked down at her skinned knee. “I guess I was wrong. I’m not the kind of girl that is okay with that.”

  “Either am I,” Connor said.

  “You’re not that kind of girl?” Rebecca asked with a smirk.

  “Rebecca, that girl is my sister. Roxy.”

  Her face dropped. “Are you sure?” she asked, scratching her temple.

  Connor laughed as warmth radiated through his body. It was all a misunderstanding. A giant misunderstanding that meant there was still a chance for them.

  “Yes I’m sure,” he said. “I’ll introduce you. You’ll love her.”

  Rebecca winced. “Oh Connor,” she said, shaking her head. “I ruined everything.”

  He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly on the lips. “Are you kidding?” he whispered. “This is the happiest moment of my life.”

  She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his head towards hers. This time she kissed him. Connor couldn’t kiss her back properly because he had a grin on his face that could not be contained.

  “Hey slut!” a voice called out from behind them. Connor turned his head and Mark was walking towards them with his three friends beside him.

  “Let me handle this,” Connor whispered to Rebecca. He went to stand up but she pulled him back down.

  “No,” she said, with a fierceness in her eyes. “He’s all mine.”

  Rebecca stood up and marched right up to Mark, clutching her hands into fists by her side.

  “We’re done,” she hissed at him. “You’ve been nothing but rotten to me for years. You made me feel ugly and weak. I can’t believe that I almost married you.”

  “So what?” he asked, trying to look tough in front of his friends. “You’re going to marry this guy? This freak of nature?”

  She turned back and looked at Connor with glowing cheeks. “You bet your ass I am.”

  “You’re not going to embarrass me like this again,” he said stepping forward and reaching for her.

  Connor was about to rush forward when Rebecca threw a right jab that landed with a smack on Mark’s nose. Before he could react her left fist flew forward in a roundhouse and connected with his jaw. His knees gave out under him and he collapsed into his friend’s arms.

  “And I’m taking Lucky,” she said, as he looked up at her through dazed eyes.

  twelve

  Rebecca sat up on her towel and handed the sexy bear shifter her bottle of suntan lotion. The sun in Anguilla was as hot as her shirtless, tanned mate.

  After she had escaped from her wedding she jumped in the car with Connor and they drove to her apartment to rescue Lucky and get some of her clothes. They then drove to New Hampshire, stopping every hour or so, for some heavy making out.

  Rebecca was the one who had booked her and Mark’s honeymoon and she still had the vouchers. She wasn’t about to let two plane tickets to Anguilla go to waste. They left Lucky with Connor’s sister Roxy and headed to the airport as quickly as they could. Rebecca had seen a poster of Anguilla one time, with the white, powdery sand beaches and turquoise blue water and convinced Mark to go there on their honeymoon. She had rented a private villa on a secluded beach with his credit card.

  Connor squirted a glob of suntan lotion into his palm and rubbed it on Rebecca’s shoulders. His touch still gave her shivers even in the hot sun. His firm fingers rubbed the lotion into her skin, massaging her muscles at the same time. He slid his hand under her bikini strap, trying to cover all of her back.

  Rebecca glanced up and down the long beach. They had it to themselves.

  “Let me make it easier for you,” she said. She reached around her back and unclasped her bikini top. She heard him swallow hard behind her as she slid it down her arms and dropped it onto the towel.

  Connor squirted more lotion into his palms and reached around her. She moaned as he cupped her breasts and caressed them in his hands. She leaned back in his lap, feeling his erection hardening on her lower back. He massaged every inch of her breasts, working his way up to her nipples.

  His warm breath tickled her neck as he worked. She rocked on his hardness as the speed of her breathing increased. She was getting wet from his touch.

  Her breasts were shiny and slick from the suntan lotion. His hands kept going, massaging every inch of her chest.

  “I think you got it all,” she said, as she looked up with a smile.

  He spurted more suntan lotion on her breast. “Not sure,” he said. “Better put a second coat on just in case.”

  He rubbed the lotion onto her tingling breasts as she arched her back up and kissed him. His lips were salty and warm.

  His slippery hands slid down to her stomach, rubbing the lotion into her skin. They kept going south until his fingertips crept under the waistband of her bathing suit bottoms. Her pussy clenched and stirred as his fingers grazed the top of her pubic hair.

  “Need any suntan lotion down there?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “I need something else down there.”

  His finger slid down and grazed over her aching clit. “Mmmm,” she moaned as his hand cupped her sex. His palm pressed against her pearl as his fingers caressed her folds.

  She took quick breaths as she looked up and down the beach. It was a secluded beach but she had still seen the occasional person walking down it. Fuck it. I’ll take the risk.

  She arched her hips up and slid off her bathing suit bottoms and tossed them onto her top. She was completely naked in public. And loving it.

  “I didn’t know this was a nudist beach,” Connor said, slipping a finger inside her.

  She gasped and squeezed his wrist. “It is. No bathing suits allowed.”

  “Well I don’t want to break the rules,” he said, sliding his finger out of her and making her whimper. He pulled off his bathing suit and tossed it on hers.

  Rebecca turned around so her stomach was on the towel. She grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion as she stared at Connor’s hard cock in front of her. She squeezed some lotion onto her hand as she licked her lips.

  “I don’t want that to get burned,” she said, sliding the lotion onto the tip of his dick. He moaned as she stroked her grip down his shaft.
“I have plans for this for the rest of the week.”

  “It’s all yours,” he said, through clenched teeth.

  She stroked his thick cock up and down as he gasped and groaned. Her other hand raked her fingertips down his defined abs. He was so hot. She couldn’t believe that she got to fuck him whenever she wanted.

  She let go as he shifted over and swung his knee over her legs. She was still lying down on her stomach as he straddled over the back of her closed legs. He groaned as he spread her ass cheeks apart.

  Rebecca opened her legs for him but he closed them back together. He leaned over her and pressed the tip of his cock through her thighs and into her pussy. “Uh,” she grunted as he slid deep inside her.

  She clenched her legs together, feeling his cock slide through her inner thighs before traveling up her wet tunnel. His pelvis smacked her ass, his balls grazed along her legs.

  She arched her back up as his hands slid under her torso and found her breasts. He grunted in her ear as his bear purred, causing his chest to vibrate against her back.

  She gazed at the calm turquoise water as he fucked her in a new way. His dick was magical. Every position feeling better than the next.

  Rebecca reached down under her, the sandy towel scratching the back of her hand. She pressed her aching clit and rubbed it in circles, causing electric spasms to run through her.

  Connor grunted louder as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Her body felt tight with a flaming tension that needed to be released. The tension increased as he fucked her harder and harder until it was consuming her.

  She worked her clit, rubbing it in quick, tight circles. She was close. Close to the glorious release.

  Connor grunted and squeezed her breasts with a fury that signaled the closeness of his own orgasm.

  They had sex many times on this trip and they always came at the same time.

  “I want you to come on me,” Connor whispered in her ear. “I want to feel your pussy tighten on my cock.” He grunted and thrust harder, pounding into her. “I want you to coat my dick with your pussy juices,” he moaned.

  That did it. He always knew what to say to coax her orgasm out of her.

  She swallowed a series of quick moans as she flicked her clit as hard as she could. She bit her teeth down as the tension rose to the tipping point.

  She screamed as the tension unraveled in a body shaking orgasm. Her mouth flew open, her words caught in her throat. She closed her eyes as it flooded through her.

  Connor was grunting her name in her ear as his orgasm overtook him. He coated her insides with his seed and Rebecca pressed her legs tightly together, not wanting one drop to spill out.

  Every nerve in her body was alive and humming with sexual energy. She rode the wave of her orgasm as Connor collapsed on the sand beside her. This was the way to start a day. They hadn’t even had lunch yet.

  Connor rolled his head to the side, facing her. His green eyes were dazzling in the sunlight. He had messy, brown, beach hair. Little dots of sand clung to his cheek and neck as if his body was magnetic. Rebecca had to kiss him. She leaned forward and tasted his salty lips. Maybe his body was magnetic. It was for her anyways.

  “Want to go for a dip?” he asked.

  She nodded, still trying to catch her breath. She sat up and looked up and down the beach as she grabbed her bathing suit.

  He placed his hand on hers. “It’s a nudist beach remember?”

  “Yeah but-” she said, unable to finish. He ran to the water and dove in, buck naked.

  “Fuck it,” she mumbled. She tossed her bathing suit on the towel and ran into the ocean after him.

  epilogue

  Five years later…

  “I want to hold it,” Cory said. Rebecca held the birthday cake out of reach as her three year old tried to grab it with his clumsy fingers.

  “We’ll hold it together,” Rebecca said, leaning down.

  Cory clutched the plate and stared at the chocolate cake and lit candles with wide eyes.

  “Ready?” Angie asked, leaning into the kitchen.

  “Ready,” Rebecca said.

  Angie turned off the lights of the dining room and the group began singing Happy Birthday in the other room.

  Rebecca turned the corner, hunched over, holding the cake with Cory as they sang Happy Birthday to Connor. Cory took off running and jumped into his father’s lap when he saw him sitting at the head of the table with a crooked party hat on his head and a big smile on his face.

  Rebecca locked eyes with Connor as she approached. He still made her pulse quicken when she saw him. He looked even sexier with her child on his lap.

  She placed the cake on the table in front of him as she sang with Grace, Edwin, Sidney, Angie, Roxy and the kids.

  Cory couldn’t control his excitement and blew out the candles before the song was finished.

  “Hey!” Connor yelled playfully. “You stole my wish.”

  “I’m sorry Daddy,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. He dunked his finger into the chocolate icing and stuck it in his mouth.

  “That’s okay,” Connor said, wrapping his arm around Rebecca’s waist. “You can have it. All my wishes came true.”

  Rebecca scratched the back of his head as Cory looked up at her and smiled with chocolate coated teeth. He was the spitting image of Connor, but with her freckles on the tops of his cheeks. She loved watching the two of them walking around the forest in their bear forms. Cory was the cutest little cub.

  “Here you go boss,” Sidney said, placing a present in front of Connor. He was holding the nine month old baby under his arm like a football.

  “I’m sorry Connor,” Angie said, shaking her head. “I wanted to get you something nice but he insisted on getting you that.”

  Connor opened the box and pulled out a table cloth sized football jersey. It was a Chicago Bears jersey with WATTS stitched into the back.

  “It’s my NFL uniform,” Sidney said proudly. “You can hang it up in the lobby.”

  “Oh my,” Connor said, hiding his face with the shirt. “You shouldn’t have.”

  “Yes,” Angie said, rolling her eyes. “You shouldn’t have.”

  Rebecca looked at her old friend and smiled. Angie had done really well out here. She had spearheaded three really successful studies in her observatory and even managed to win a Nobel Prize for discovering something that Rebecca still didn’t understand even though Angie explained it to her four times.

  She had done all of that and had two kids. Rebecca glanced over her shoulder at Sabrina Myrtle Watts reading a book in the corner of the dining room. She definitely took after Angie. And the other one, Fabian Myrt Watts, was biting Sidney’s forearm. He definitely took after his father.

  Angie and Sidney had been very happy despite the constant bickering and arguing. It was part of the fun for them. They were both highly competitive people and loved to try and one up the other.

  Sidney still wasn’t very good at kayaking but Connor kept him on as an employee anyways. He never made it back to the NFL but he did end up coaching the football team at the local high school. They were pretty good too only losing one game last season. The group would all watch the game, every Friday night, sneaking some wine in their thermoses and cheering loudly. It was always a blast.

  “This is for you,” Grace said, handing Connor a large, wrapped up rectangle.

  Cory helped Connor open it as Rebecca watched over his shoulder. “Wow,” they both gasped at the same time.

  “Grace you did this?” Rebecca asked. It was a painting of her little family: Connor, Cory and her. There was so much detail that it looked like a photograph.

  Grace nodded proudly.

  “Now this I’ll put in the lobby,” Connor said, admiring it.

  Grace had become a well known painter over the past few years. She had even traveled back to New York City last year for her own art show. The six of them, and the kids, went with her. It was the first time any of them were back in the city.
It had been fun but they were all eager to get back to the mountains. This was their real home.

  “A real Grace Brigg’s painting,” Connor said. “We’ll have to get better locks on the doors.”

  Grace chuckled and waved him away but there was some truth to that. Her paintings of the New Hampshire mountains and landscapes were becoming very valuable. Someone had flown in from Paris last week just to buy her latest painting.

  Edwin slid up behind Grace and wrapped his arm around her stomach. Edwin was still…well, Edwin. He still phased at the drop of a hat and said well-intentioned but inappropriate things. But they all loved him and wouldn’t change a thing.

  Grace and Edwin had a two year old boy, Mitch, who took after Edwin. Even right now the little cub was under the table in his bear form sniffing around.

  “Here you go bro,” Roxy said, handing Connor her gift.

  Connor had introduced Rebecca to Roxy and the two of them connected like sisters. She had liked her immediately. Roxy was funny and smart and she always kept Rebecca on her toes with her clever comments and witty observations. Rebecca had convinced her to move out here with them and Roxy agreed. She began working at Brooke Excursions.

  Bookings increased dramatically when the word got around that there was a new and sexy female kayaking guide. Her bear had calmed down and was acting normal for the first time in her life.

  “What’s this?” Connor said looking at the wrapped box.

  “I always felt bad for breaking your Nintendo when we were kids,” she said, as he opened it.

  He pulled out an old Nintendo complete with two controllers and the red gun for Duck Hunt. His mouth dropped.

  “I threw out my games years ago,” he said, sounding devastated.

  “Look what I found,” Roxy said, pulling a game out of her purse.

  “Mario Kart!” they screamed together.

  Cory grabbed the game from his hands and looked at it. “What’s this Daddy?”

  Rebecca smiled watching her family and friends around the table. She still felt blessed every day how things worked out. It had to have been fate.