Bearly Breathing (9 page)

She laughed, a laugh that made his heart skip a beat. He never made people laugh. People laughed at him, that was for sure, but he never understood how to get that ‘humor’ thing down.

“Probably,” she said.

A wolf howled in the distance. She jumped over and wrapped her arms around his. His bear purred, delighted to be touching his mate.

“Are they going to come back?” she asked. She darted her head around, searching the dark forest.

“No,” he said. “If they do they’re stupider than they look.”

She still hadn’t taken her arms off of his.

“They were so scary. I don’t like this place.”

“Really?” he asked. “It has everything.”

“I love the city.” She squeezed his arm. “Give me lights, crowds, noise, cars, pollution, restaurants, nightclubs. That has everything.”

The fish was blackening on the stick. “That sounds scary.”

“I can take you sometime,” she said, taking her hands off of him.

Edwin shuddered. All of the people around, walking and talking, bumping into him. What if a stranger spoke to him? He wouldn’t last five minutes without phasing.

He stood up and took the fish off of the stick. He filleted it with a sharp rock that he found by the river as Grace watched.

“So that’s how it’s done,” she laughed. “I always just sit at the table with a big glass of Barolo and wait for someone to bring it to me. I didn’t realize where the meat actually came from.”

He handed her a piece and she gobbled it down. He slid the second fish onto the stick and placed it over the fire.

She had finished her portion in record time. She wiped her greasy hands on her shorts and smiled. “I was so hungry.”

“There’s more coming,” he said.

She shook her head. “I’ve never camped before,” she said. “I’ve never slept in the woods or cooked something over the fire and ate it with my hands.” She was smiling. “My Dad would think this was undignified and improper.” She smiled at Edwin, making his heart rate increase. “It’s kinda fun.”

He smiled back, unsure of what to say.

She looked serious. “Do
not
tell Becca that I said that.”

“I won’t.”

“It’s a nice change not having to worry about designer outfits and make-up and what kind of car everyone is driving. Everyone in my circle is so concerned about the most superficial things. Sometimes I find it just
exhausting
. It must be liberating to live like you do and just let it all hang out.” She glanced at his package. “Literally.”

Edwin did enjoy his life but sometimes he found it lonely. It wasn’t lonely tonight though. Tonight he was with his mate.

They ate the second fish and Edwin threw another thick branch on the fire. It must’ve been getting cold out because Grace was shivering. She laid down on the dirt in front of the fire and curled in on herself as her thin body shook.

Edwin laid down behind her and wrapped his arm around her. He was expecting another slap but she didn’t move.

“You’re so warm,” she whispered. She tangled her fingers into his. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Anytime,” Edwin responded, getting dizzy from the sensuous smell of her hair.

“I can’t believe you’re a werebear,” she said. “My uncle Pete used to tell me stories of werebears but I never believed him. What’s it like?”

Edwin wasn’t good at explaining things in words. “It’s like having a bear inside you.”

Grace laughed. “You should get a reality show,” she said. “You would be famous.”

The thought of fame made Edwin shiver. That would be the last thing in the world he would want. “I just want to live in the woods,” he said. “With you.”

Grace laughed and turned around. They were face to face. There was a softness in her eyes that wasn’t there during the day. Edwin never felt so lucky before in his whole life.

“You wouldn’t want me to live with you,” she said, smiling. “I’d drive you crazy with all of my complaining.”

“It will drive me crazy to live without you,” he said.

She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. His bear purred and Edwin melted with that kiss. If his bear form had bonded to her in the river. His human form had bonded to her now.

Grace laid on the cold ground and dreamed of her soft, warm bed. Hell she even would’ve taken the hard bed with the scratchy sheets back at the cabin.

Her body shook as the cold of the night pierced her thin arms. She was always cold. And tonight was worse than ever. She was wearing small shorts and a thin tank top and her bikini underneath had never really, fully dried.

She wondered where her big, fluffy sweater and thick jogging pants that she brought were. She pictured a big cat fish wearing them on the bottom of the river.

Surprisingly Edwin had turned out to be comforting company tonight. And not just to look at. She felt safe around him. If the sight of him could send a pack of wolves running than she would be okay.

She also felt strangely comfortable and relaxed around him. He didn’t care about her social status or bank account. Or what her family name was or who she hung around with. He was just happy in her presence.

It was hard for Grace. She never knew if guys were trying to be with her to get favors from her Dad, like Rick, or to leach money from her, like Charlie. Guys from her world always seemed to have an ulterior motive with her.

Edwin was different. And it wasn’t just the fact that he could change into a brown bear.

He was sweet and manly at the same time. She had never met anyone who could fight off a pack of wolves and catch a fish with his hands. He had a calming presence about him. A raw, sexual energy that she found appealing and that her body responded to.

It was scary being in the woods but Edwin was there to protect her. And that turned her on.

She leaned in and kissed him.

Why not?

Tomorrow she would be gone, back to her nose-up-their-asses circle and this could be her little secret. In the future she could look back at the time when she got fucked hard by the hot, manly naked guy in the forest when her stressed-out, overweight, investment banker husband was lazily sticking it in her on the couch between commercials.

Grace had taken some heat in her teenage years for what her Mom called ‘promiscuous behavior.’ It was improper. That was something that lower class sluts did. It wasn’t for a lady in her social position. She had conformed and changed her ways over the years but she still loved sex.

But tonight no one would know but her.

This guy lived in the woods. He was a recluse. He wouldn’t be gossiping about it at the Country Club or at the next charity event.

She kissed him again and this time slid her hands down his naked body. She brushed her fingers past his rough pubic hair, down along his shaft and he began to harden under her touch. He groaned and his body began to hum.

She gently nudged him over onto his back and sat up on her knees. His erection was hard as steel in her hands. Her mouth watered as she played with it, stroked it.

Grace leaned down and took him in her mouth. He groaned as she massaged his shaft with her tongue. She squeezed her lips around him as she glided her mouth up and down on his dick. She loved sucking cock. There was nothing better than a big dick in her mouth, slapping her tonsils around like a pinata. Women in her circles never talked about this kind of thing. That would be unladylike but Grace loved a good dick sucking.

His hand slid up the back of her thigh and crept up under her bathing suit bottom. His fingers crawled between her legs and he slid a finger into her wet pussy.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and smiled at him, jacking him off with her slick saliva. “What’s going on back there?” she asked. “I don’t usually go past first base on the first date.”

He slid another finger inside her and she gasped.

“Not much of a talker are you?” She stroked him harder, squeezing her grip.

He let his fingers do the talking. His hand was swift and firm, soft yet strong.

“Good,” she said, her voice getting deeper. “Keep this to yourself.”

He rubbed her burning clit as he worked and Grace started to wonder what else he could do. She moaned and swayed her hips to the rhythm of his hand.

She turned back to his cock, sucking it with a new sense of urgency, stopping only to moan and cry out when he hit the right spot with his fingers.

Edwin picked her up by her thighs and lowered her hips onto his face. Her body convulsed as he peeled her bathing suit bottom to the side and raised his tongue to her pussy. She pulled her mouth off his cock and whined as he licked her aching lips and flicked her clit with his tongue.

She was so wet. So horny. She pushed her hips down onto his hungry mouth, trembling as he worked.

Maybe
she could forgive Becca. This wasn’t going too bad after all.

He slid his hips up from under her and positioned himself behind her. Grace went to turn but he held her hips in place with a strong grip. He was silent behind her. Just grunts and heavy breathing as he pulled her bottoms to the side and got ready to fuck her doggy style.

She glanced back at his fit chest and model abs as he slid his cock inside her.
God damn it!
It had been months since she had been fucked and she forgot how good it felt.

She pulled up her bathing suit top under her shirt and massaged her breast as he sped up his pace, thrusting inside her with his thick cock.

Grace dug her nails into the dirt as he slammed into her. They grunted together with every hit, drowning out the slap of their skins.

She reached down under her and rubbed her clit. She was so close.

Her clit was on fire. She massaged it in quick, hard circles as Edwin filled her from behind.

Cries shot out of her mouth like waves, coming faster and faster with every second. Her other hand curled into the earth and she squeezed her fingers around a fistful of dirt, yanking it out of the ground.

Grunts and the grumbling of a bear came from Edwin, louder and more frequent as he was on the verge as well.

Grace’s back burned as she arched it more than it was supposed to bend. She hammered her clit and felt the familiar shocks that swelled before she came.

“Yes!” she screamed as her body unraveled, the orgasm surging through her.

Edwin squeezed her hips until it hurt as he came deep inside her.

Her head dropped down as she panted for breath. She straightened her aching back out as he slowly thrust inside her a couple more times.

She moaned as he pulled out, feeling empty. Vacant. Cold.

His wetness dripped down her inner thigh. She turned towards him and he was holding his softening erection in his hand with a smile on his face.

That was fun.

It was a exciting secret between just the two of them. But something nagging in the back of her mind was telling her that she would be back for more.

ANGIE AND SIDNEY

nine

“Not like that!” Sidney yelled from behind Angie’s kayak. He was in the water, hanging on the tail, dragging her down and making it impossible to steer.

“I know what I’m doing,” she screamed back. The rain was pelting her in the face. They were flying down the river. She had learned how to kayak in the past few days by studying online videos but nothing had prepared her for this shit storm.

“Turn the paddle ov-” Sidney got dunked under the water by the swirling current. “Over,” he said when he popped back up.

“You should know right?” she yelled back. “Mr. I fell out of my kayak after thirty fucking seconds.”

Her kayak was heading for a rock the size of a wrecking ball up ahead. She dug the paddle into the water and tried to turn the kayak with all of her strength. All of her measly, little, lab rat, muscle-less strength.

She couldn’t move it with Sidney’s tremendous weight dragging her down.

“Let go,” she yelled, trying to smack him off with the paddle.

He took the shots in the head but held on. “Stop hitting m-” A wave crashed into his face.

Angie turned back and gasped when she saw the huge rock quickly gaining in size. They were heading right for it. She closed her eyes and held her breath as the kayak smashed into it.

It happened so fast. There was a loud cracking sound, she flew through the air, and opened her eyes just as she belly flopped into the water. She looked around frantically as the river carried her helpless, little body down the river like an ant being flushed down the toilet.

“Help!” Sidney screamed as his head popped out of the water an arm’s length from her. He was slapping the water, trying to stay up.

A piece of the broken yellow kayak floated between them and they both grabbed on to it.

“Can you swim?” she asked. She didn’t want the guy drowning.

“I’m an excellent swimmer,” he said, between deep breaths. “I wasn’t calling for help. I was asking you if you needed help.”