Double Bear Chase: Werebear BBW Menage Romance (Hockey Bear Season Book 3)

by Anya Nowlan

  Foster moved away from between her legs, with a satisfied look on his face.

  “You are even more delicious than I thought,” he said to Hanna.

  “Maybe it’s time I taste you,” Hanna replied, pushing herself up on her elbows.

  Foster hissed in a breath at that, his hand already stroking his cock.

  Finn liked this side of Hanna. It looked like she was finally letting go with them, both with her body and mind. The way she twisted and shook when Foster was eating her pussy was replaying in his mind, and he couldn’t wait to see her that wild again.

  Starting back on her nipples, he rolled them in between his fingers, making her gasp in a breath.

  “You’re being very naughty today, Hanna,” he whispered, before sucking one of the nipples into his mouth.

  “What are you going to do? Punish me?” she replied, fingers digging into the pillows now strewn across the bed.

  “That’s what you’d like, isn’t it?” Foster asked. “For us to spank you like the bad girl you are.”

  Hanna’s eyes were already rolling back as Finn continued to play with her nipples, her reply coming out as a hiss.

  “Yes,” she said, her jaw clenched together and her body tensing.

  Finn knew exactly what he wanted to do next. With no warning, he flipped her over, so her luscious ass was now up in the air, just waiting for his touch. He started off light, at first, with small slaps. As Hanna’s moans grew louder, however, he put more force into it, enjoying the way Hanna’s back arched to meet his hand.

  Seeing her like that, bent to his will, her pussy wet, her skin glistening with sweat, he couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching down off the bed, he fumbled around the clothes there until he found his wallet with a condom tucked inside. Sheathing himself, he grabbed Hanna’s hips, pulling her up until she was on all fours, her soft, pink pussy right in front of him.

  Blindly reaching out, she grabbed on to Foster, pulling him closer. He kneeled in front of her, his cock still gripped in his hand, looking at her with all the lust Finn was feeling at that moment.

  Finn slid his cock against her wet slit just as she put her mouth on Foster’s erection, making his brother let out a small moan. Hanna’s juices were now covering Finn’s cock as he reached around to play with her clit. She was being pushed and pulled between them, her moans filling the room.

  Grabbing onto her hips, Finn slowly pushed his cock inside her pussy. Soft, warm, and wet, it felt like he was losing his mind when he entered her, feeling her all around him. He started to move, his hips bouncing against that amazing ass of hers.

  Her tight pussy drew him deeper into her with each thrust. It felt like he could never get enough of her, never be able to kiss or fuck her enough to be really sated. Everything about her was so perfect to him, it was almost unbelievable. With slow, measured strokes, he teased and spread her open, impaling her on his cock.

  She backed up against him, working her hips in a way that made him throw his head back with a roar. Picking up the pace, he slammed into her, hearing her whimper with each deep, powerful thrust. Her pussy was starting to clench around him, gripping his cock even tighter.

  “Oh, fuck,” he muttered to himself, feeling his control disappearing.

  Sweat broke out all over his body as tension built inside him. His fingers were digging into Hanna’s hips now as he bounced her on his cock. She was going wild, bucking against him and moaning around Foster’s cock in her mouth.

  After a couple of more savage thrusts, he felt her unravel around him. With her pussy so tight around him, he let go, a stream of curses tumbling off his lips as his seed pumped out of him. Hanna’s pussy milked him dry as his release shook his body. The orgasm was more powerful than he’d ever experienced.

  Her body was shaking when he pulled out, her lips still wrapped around Foster. When he exploded in her mouth, she finally crumpled, collapsing on the bed. Panting, she lay there for a couple of seconds before opening her eyes and looking at Finn and Foster.

  “Now that’s a workout,” she finally said with a small laugh.

  “You ready to burn some more calories?” Finn asked, arching a brow at her.

  She laughed at that, before noting the serious expressions on the brothers’ faces.

  “Wait, you’re serious?”

  “What, you thought we’d let you off so easy after finally having you all to ourselves?” Finn replied with a wicked grin.

  Not a chance. You’re ours now.

  Twenty-Eight

  Hanna

  Hanna woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of the front door opening and closing. She was still surrounded by Finn and Foster, with both men snoring softly at her sides. A blush crept on to her cheeks as she remembered everything they had gotten up to.

  Did I just fuck two guys at the same time? And more times than I can count?

  Now if that hadn’t been taking a risk, she didn’t know what was. Two shifters who came to her with anger issues, and now she was in bed with them? That spelled disaster. Yet, she was unconcerned.

  She knew the feelings she had for them were real, and she was pretty sure they were in the same boat as her. And this was the happiest she had felt after moving to Sioux Falls. There was still the fact that she was their therapist, but even that didn’t bother her that much right now.

  The high of opening her heart again and being rewarded was sweeping all of those things under the rug. She was sure they could figure all the complicated stuff out going forward.

  Garret’s footsteps moved around the house, and she lay silently on the bed, listening to the man go into his bedroom. For a moment, she considered waiting until Garret had fallen asleep and sneaking back into her room. She might be surprisingly okay with what had happened between her and the brothers, but that didn’t mean she was ready for their dad to see them all coming out of the same bedroom.

  But with Foster burying his face in the crook of her neck and Finn throwing an arm over her waist, she felt far too cozy and comfortable to even move a muscle.

  Ah, what the hell, she thought for what felt like the millionth time that day, snuggling against her two lovers.

  Sitting down at the breakfast table, Hanna rolled her eyes at Finn’s and Foster’s impossibly smug faces, while avoiding Garret’s gaze. Against all reason, she felt like Garret somehow knew exactly what had gone on under his roof last night, and she was afraid if she looked at him she would only confirm his doubts.

  You’re being ridiculous, she told herself, but that didn’t make her feel a lot better.

  Their suitcases were already near the front door, waiting to be loaded into Garret’s truck and then onto the same little death trap they had flown into Shifter Grove in. The team needed an initial assessment on Foster and Finn soon, and they had only completed half of their mandatory sessions.

  After they were done with their food, they grabbed their coats and bags and followed Garret to his truck. He again insisted Hanna join him in the front, and she didn’t argue. The way he was smiling at her, just like he always did, put her mind at ease some.

  The drive over to the airstrip was bumpy but nice, with Garret packing in as many stories about his sons as he could. Finn and Foster groaned in the back, trying to steer the conversation away from their childhood shenanigans, but were largely unsuccessful.

  The plane was already standing in the middle of the asphalt with Slate helping a handful of people get their bags on board. Garret hugged his sons, clapping them on the back.

  “See you soon, boys. And Finn, don’t think I won’t expect you to replace that whiskey,” he said, raising a brow at his oldest son. “You,” he smiled, when it was Hanna’s time to say goodbye. “You’re always welcome back, you hear?”

  “Thank you, Garret,” Hanna smiled, touched by how at home the man had made her feel here.

  “You call me the moment these two idiots get out of hand,” he added, carrying her suitcase toward the plane.

  “Are you
also getting the feeling dad would have preferred daughters?” Finn asked, giving Foster an inquiring look.

  “You know, I’m starting to see what you mean,” Foster replied.

  “Now you know I love you,” Garret interjected. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t tell you when you’re being dumbasses.”

  “I think that’s a very good approach to parenting,” Hanna nodded, secretly sticking her tongue out at the brothers behind Garret’s back.

  It was a childish gesture, and entirely out of character for her, but it felt good to have fun without even thinking about what others might think. Foster shook his head at her while Finn just laughed.

  After some final goodbyes, they all climbed on board the plane, with Slate assuring her they were in for a calmer flight this time. Finn and Foster didn’t even hesitate when they sat next to her on either side with Finn taking her hand into his.

  It was an openly romantic gesture, something she would have liked to avoid since she was still their therapist. But since there weren’t many people on the plane and she didn’t know any of them, she didn’t protest.

  It felt too nice to be cared for, and know that the brothers’ feelings hadn’t changed after getting her into bed. She was still having some trouble wrapping her head around the fact she was now involved with both of them. But the brothers themselves didn’t seem the least bit freaked about that, and in a weird way, that calmed her down, too.

  So she let her head fall on Foster’s shoulder as they took off, leaving Shifter Grove behind. The whole trip had been like an escape into a different world. Now, they were returning to reality.

  The real test would be to see if they could still make it work with all the obstacles waiting for them back in Sioux Falls. Hanna couldn’t help but wonder if her dream would continue. Or if she’d be in for a rude awakening.

  Twenty-Nine

  Foster

  Foster had been hesitant to let Hanna out of his sight when they landed in Sioux Falls, but she had insisted they should go their separate ways for the day, since they already had a session scheduled for the following day. Foster could get where she was coming from. He and Finn were still her patients, so they had to be somewhat discreet.

  Now here he was, parked outside the counseling center yet again, thinking about how he was going to be able to keep himself from kissing Hanna the moment he saw her. He was a bit early, so he wasn’t surprised to see Finn’s car wasn’t in the parking lot yet.

  Excited to see Hanna, he couldn’t wait around any longer, so he got out of the car and walked inside. This time he went up to the receptionist and announced his arrival instead of just barging into Hanna’s office.

  The woman, who he was pretty sure was called Jasmine, gave him a grateful smile as she jotted down his name into a thick book in front of her. There was a huge vase of flowers next to her, and it looked like they had been recently delivered. There was a little card with the florist’s name on it sticking out of the bouquet, and the lilies looked fresh.

  “Sign here, please,” Jasmine said, turning the book over to face him.

  Finn did as he was told, but instantly forgot all about formalities when he smelled Hanna’s scent in the air. Not a second later, she rounded the corner, wearing one of her trademark skirts, her hair immaculately done, and a smile on her face. There was a glint in her eye, just for a second, when she spotted him.

  “Hello, Mr. Caldwell,” she said evenly before turning to Jasmine. “You called for me?” she asked the woman.

  “Yes. These were delivered to you while you were in a session, so I signed for them for you,” Jasmine replied, gesturing toward the flowers.

  Hanna shot Foster a look that told him she had assumed he had sent them. But the thing was, he hadn’t.

  Maybe it was Finn? he wondered for a moment.

  “They’re beautiful. Thank you, Jasmine,” Hanna said, lifting up the vase. “You can follow me into my office,” she said to Foster, carrying the flowers toward the hallway.

  When the door closed behind them, Hanna set the vase down on her desk before leaning against it.

  “You didn’t have to do this,” she smiled.

  “As much as I’d like to take credit, I didn’t,” Foster admitted.

  But seeing the smile the flowers had brought to her face, he was wishing he had sent them.

  Hanna was frowning, about to say something, when there was a knock on the door.

  “Yes?” Hanna asked.

  Jasmine opened the door, gesturing toward Finn standing behind her.

  “The other Mr. Caldwell is here.”

  “Thank you,” Hanna said, earning a nod from Jasmine before she turned to leave.

  Finn stepped inside, immediately noticing the flowers.

  “Aww, man. Why didn’t I think of that?” he complained, looking over at Foster.

  “Don’t worry,” Foster replied. “I didn’t think of it either.”

  His brother’s brows rose at that, and they both turned to Hanna, who was shrugging her shoulders. Picking the card out of the bouquet, she held it up, turning it around in her fingers.

  “There’s no note, no sender,” she commented, chewing on her bottom lip.

  Something about that seemed to make her nervous. Or maybe she was nervous because she wasn’t telling them the whole truth. Foster’s gut was telling him something about her reaction was off, but he couldn’t really put his finger on why.

  “Must be a grateful patient who forgot to sign the card,” she said with a nervous laugh.

  “Who do you think it could be?” Foster probed. “Seems like a pretty fancy bouquet.”

  “Probably someone from the group sessions. Anyway, let’s move on to your session,” she replied.

  Foster and Finn looked at each other like they knew something was off. Clearly Hanna didn’t want to talk about the mysterious gift, which only made Foster more curious.

  “Do we have to get right into that? I think we have other things to discuss,” Finn said.

  “Yeah, like when are we going to get together again outside the office,” Foster added.

  Sitting down in her armchair, Hanna still looked more fidgety than usual as she played with her pen and seemed somewhat preoccupied.

  “I know we’ve become… more personally involved since our last session,” she said.

  “That’s one way to call it,” Finn interjected, getting an eye-roll from Hanna.

  “But,” she said firmly, taking hold of the conversation. “These sessions are still about you and how you can better handle your grief. We shouldn’t use up this time for things other than that.”

  “Fine, but just tell us when we can see you again, outside of billable hours,” Foster replied. “How about tonight?”

  “That’s pretty impatient,” Hanna smiled, looking more like the warm woman they had spent time with in Shifter Grove.

  But that smile faded just a moment after as she seemed to think something over.

  “I have some work to catch up on today. So not tonight.”

  “Then when?” Finn asked, leaning forward on the couch next to Foster.

  “I don’t know right now. We’ll figure something out,” she replied.

  That sounded more evasive than Foster would have liked.

  “Are you freaking out about being involved with both of us? Because this set-up is not all that unusual among shifters. For us, there’s nothing weird about it. We can tell you more, if you’d like,” he said.

  “No… I mean, it is something I haven’t quite processed yet, but I’m not freaking out. I’m just busy tonight. Now let’s get to your session. We can talk about this after, when we have some extra time,” Hanna answered.

  She put on a smile for him, but he didn’t believe it. Something had changed with her, and he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what. A conclusion he had been avoiding was that she was deliberately hiding from them who the flowers were from. And there would be only one reason for her to do that.

  I
s Hanna involved with someone else?

  Thirty

  Hanna

  “I forgot, I have another patient coming in right after you,” Hanna said, rubbing her temple.

  Her time with Finn and Foster was over, and they were looking at her expectantly, waiting to have that talk they’d discussed at the beginning of the session. But she couldn’t think about that right now, not when she was too busy panicking.

  The weird phone calls had continued pretty much as soon as she got back to Sioux Falls. The bad reception in Shifter Grove had turned out to be a blessing, but like with Foster and Finn, she had to come back to reality.

  “Hanna…” Foster started, but she rushed to reassure him.

  “I’ll text you both when I get off work, okay? I’m not going to leave you hanging,” she said. “But now I have to get ready for my next appointment.”

  The men still seemed somewhat hesitant, but didn’t put up more of a fight. Finn embraced her on his way out, and she couldn’t help but cling to him for just a moment too long. Foster went one step further and planted a soft kiss on her lips before leaving.

  She sank down with her back against the door after they’d left, her mind going a mile a minute. The weird phone calls. The flowers with no sender. And weren’t lilies the first flowers Vince ever gave to her?

  Oh, God, this can’t be happening.

  As soon as she realized neither Foster nor Finn had been behind the flowers, her stomach had sunk. She had barely gotten through their session, forcing her fear into a little corner in the back of her mind. But now the dread pulsating in her chest was taking over her whole body, making her hands shake.

  Before she started hyperventilating, she somehow managed to pull herself together enough to get back on her feet. Taking some deep breaths, she tried to be reasonable about this, aside from the fight-or-flight mode that was now kicking in.

  If Vince really had somehow figured out where she was, this was more than serious. Before she’d left Florida, he’d vowed that if she ever left him, he’d drag her back and teach her to never disobey him again. And she had absolutely no doubts he would keep his word.