Bearly Begun (BBW/Bearshifter Romance) (Bachelor Bears of Yakima Ridge Book 1)

by Isadora Montrose

  His arms embraced her. He kissed her cheek softly and scooped her hair behind her ears. “Cold feet?” he asked huskily. “It’s okay, if you want to wait.” His gulp was loud in her ear, but his voice was sincere. “Has to be right for you.”

  “It’s been a while,” she confessed, grateful for his attitude.

  “Hmm. Me too. Well we can fumble around together,” he said. His deep voice had a bit of a laugh in it.

  He pulled her tee-shirt up to her waist and over her head. His brown eyes widened when he saw her breasts. She was wearing one of her ancient, saggy bras but he didn’t seem to notice. His big hands reverently cupped her abundant and pendant breasts and plumped them together. He kissed the cleavage he had created and let go. He found the catch of her bra and undid it. Then he slipped the bra off and tossed it on top of her tee-shirt.

  “Perfect,” he said worshipfully. “Perfect.”

  She so wasn’t, but he made her believe she was beautiful.

  Lenny repeated his hefting of her boobies, letting them spill over his hands. He put his mouth to the pink tips and kissed each one in turn. His kisses turned to nibbling and then to sucking.

  Erin moaned and put her hands on his broad shoulders to stop her quivering legs from landing her at his feet. Delight shot like lightning from nipples to pussy. That was new. That had never happened with any of her exes.

  Len unsnapped her jeans and rolled them down her legs taking her socks with them. She felt a moment of embarrassment for her dingy panties, but he was removing them so fast she barely had time to feel shame before his hands were grasping her buttocks hard and using them to lift her against his bulging jeans.

  Even thorough the denim, she could feel her firefighter had a big piece of hose in his pants. She added her hands to his and pulled down his zipper. He groaned.

  “Let me,” he begged. Gingerly he peeled briefs and jeans off his erection. He felt like he would explode any minute and they had barely begun. Her wide eyes and gasp of pleasure were almost enough to push him right over the edge.

  Erin had never seen such a cock. It was engorged a dull purple, except for the crimson mushroom cap. Veins bulged and pulsed along it long length. She could barely hold its breadth in her hand. When she tried, it twitched and spasmed and oozed. She bent over and licked up the drops of semen while Lenny drew in a deep breath and every bulging muscle in his body hardened.

  He picked her up again by the waist as though she were thistledown instead of a tall, sturdy female with considerable muscle of her own. His face was a mask of strain, but he chortled as he laid her down. He put on long forefinger into her soaking sheath and probed a little. He flicked her bud once and grinned.

  “We’re well matched, sweetheart,” he crooned. “I can’t wait.” His agonized expression begged permission.

  “Condom,” she reminded him.

  “Great golly.” He rolled to the side and ripped the package open. He took out a little plastic pouch and opened it. He handed the condom to her and she carefully unrolled it over his twitching column. She pulled his hips down and guided his missile to her silo.

  He sighed with relief and braced his huge body above hers with his forearms. He pounded into her without finesse. Erin wound her legs around her lover’s narrow hips and dug her heels into his tight buns.

  Her passage had begun to ripple as soon as his cock had entered it. Now as the ridge of his cap scoured the sensitive walls of her sheath, she felt waves of fierce contractions begin. Her clitoris tingled and an electric charge speared from it deep into her buttocks. Her vagina gripped Len’s cock as if her life depended on its presence.

  Len shouted triumphantly into her ear as her contractions shot him into climax. He moved off of her and withdrew carefully. He lay beside her sweaty and musky, his massive chest rising and falling as if he could not take in enough air to replenish his lungs.

  He disappeared into the bathroom. Water ran. He returned with damp hands and a big smile. His cock was already half-erect. His eyes twinkled at her. “We got us some more time,” he said licking his lips.

  The afternoon passed. Erin woke to find she was being carried again. “Time to shower before those boys come home,” Len told her. The water was running, and the spray he put her under was warm.

  He soaped her body with those big, masculine hands that so entranced her. His fingers tugged her soapy nipples and pinched lightly. He lathered her buttocks, lifting and squeezing and using them as love handles to press her sudsy mound into his pubes.

  Erin moaned softly and raised up on her toes to align herself a little better with the hard ridge of his cock. Len jumped back.

  “None of that,” he said and moved her away from his loaded baby maker. “We gotta be careful.”

  He rinsed her and knelt before her and raised one leg over his shoulder. “Hold on to my shoulders,” he whispered.

  His fingers parted her soaking bush to expose her stiff and longing clitoris. His tongue laved it and his lips covered his teeth so he could nibble with just enough pressure to send her into orbit once again. She nearly fell over from the force of her orgasm.

  “I’ve got you,” he said, holding her by the waist until the convulsions in her passage were over. He was still tumescent but he turned the water off and lifted her out of the tub to dry her carefully. She has never thought being toweled off could be titillating, but Len showed her she was wrong.

  She felt recharged, relaxed and reassured all at once. He had to have feelings for her, to make love to her so energetically and so often. To be so concerned with her pleasure. To be so careful that she didn’t get pregnant. Didn’t he?

  Erin felt even more intensely in love with this big, kind giant than she had before. Surely Maddie and Hannah were correct: Len Benoit was wooing her, marriage was his goal? He hadn’t said anything about love or marriage, but she could wait. Not like she had done much talking herself.

  Note to self: Get. On. The. Pill. Yesterday.

  * * *

  Living at Lenny’s place had its advantages, Erin thought. And not just that she was getting her rocks off regularly, although for sure she was. It was just plain nice to come home to a guy who was waiting up to see you safely indoors. It was great to find lunch waiting for her when she rolled out of bed at one p.m.

  It was even better to sit at the dinner table with Len and her brothers while they wolfed down the dinner she had made. The ruffians who had eaten her food and snarled for more, or denigrated its quality in filthy language, had metamorphosed into gentlemen who thanked her politely for making dinner and complimented her cooking before asking for seconds.

  They didn’t even squabble with each other or put their elbows on the table. And they did the dishes without more than a reminder. Bliss indeed. Len listened to the boys talk about their day with interest. He also silenced them with one look when they tried to interrupt her. Who were these charmers? Not her juvenile delinquents.

  Erin tried to thank Len, but he wouldn’t be thanked. Unless his lovemaking was his reward. It didn’t seem to take much to get him interested. Every afternoon after lunch he would shave and lead her upstairs to an hour or so of ecstasy before the boys got home. Only he never said anything about the future, so she fretted that he would eventually leave her. Surely a man so direct would speak if he wanted a future?

  She was a little shy still. His big, hairy body seemed so male it made her bashful to explore it. But she had steeled herself today to make the overture. She wanted to pleasure him as he had pleasured her. Lenny was delighted to be told to lie still while she examined him from collarbones to toes.

  She kissed her way down Len’s torso. She sought out the flat brown nipples buried in the thick curling black hair. She rejoiced in his furriness as much as he did in her lavish curves. She kissed her way down his broad happy trail to the bramble bush his cock nested in. By the time she got that far he was ready for her.

  A single kiss on his little head, and he began to dribble semen. She had to sto
p and get that puppy dressed. She left his love rod smashed against his flat belly while she fondled his tight balls and ran loving hands over his massive thighs and calves.

  “For the love of Mike,” he panted. “Have mercy, sweetheart.”

  “I’ve hardly started,” Erin murmured in a sultry voice she hadn’t known she had.

  He groaned. She patted the soles of his feet and got down to business fulfilling a fantasy. She did what she had dreamed of doing and sat down on his stiff spear and let him fill her. The pressure was amazing, perfect. This man was made to satisfy her. She was made to satisfy him.

  It was a little harder to find the right rhythm to ride him than it had been in her dream. She rose and fell slowly while he bucked and grabbed her ass with frantic hands. He clutched the twin globes and helped her find the pace and angle that had the pressure just right. When she had found the speed and posture that worked best, he pushed his thumb between their bodies and pressed her bud. This was better than her dream.

  She shot into climax. Intense paroxysms rippled through her. Len’s hips rose. He held her tightly to his pubes and came and came. She collapsed onto his chest until he lifted her.

  “Gotta be careful with this,” he whispered a reminder as he got up to dispose of the little sack of semen.

  How could she not love him? And surely he must love her? Surely he would ask her to marry him soon?

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Blow was waiting in the empty house across from the country bumpkins’ place. Fucking assholes must’ve put a hundred grand into that dump. What the fuck did they want with them boys?

  Pretty obvious what the asshole fucking Erin wanted. He wouldn’t mind a piece of that before he taught her a lesson. Or after. He wasn’t particular. He sniggered at his own joke.

  It was fucking freezing in here. Why couldn’t that bitch have a job with decent hours? He looked at his cell. Four fucking a.m., and the bitch wasn’t home yet. Still, this was the best time to do them. One of the bumpkins had taken off—he didn’t care where—which left only one to handle. Best odds he was going to get.

  Mr. Fucking Asshole was gonna answer for the pain in Blow’s knee. Two weeks and still wasn’t no better. But as soon as Erin came home and the house was asleep, he was going to have his revenge. Fun and games.

  Erin’s little grey car pulled up to the house. Front door of the house opened and the big asshole walked down the path barefoot and bare chested. In fucking November. Likely only had his jeans on lest the neighbors complained. Miss Erin was gonna get some tonight. He just had to wait until they were fast asleep before he made his move.

  * * *

  Len was restless with Erin down the hall. How was he supposed to sleep with all that lusciousness just a step away? But he knew there wasn’t any point to his horniness, not with those two cubs in the house, likely listening out for him to start the mattress polka with their sister. He sighed and reminded himself that soon he would be married up to his lovely mate and they could spend all their night times as they pleased.

  If only he knew how to tell her about his bear? He turned ideas this way and that, but it was no use. His nostrils were full of the sweet scent of Erin and his memories of this afternoon’s love play were driving him hard. And he still didn’t have a single idea of how to bring up the subject of bears.

  When she had come downstairs this afternoon dressed in her ridiculously ill-fitting tee-shirt he hadn’t even registered her ugly clothes. He couldn’t be fooled by oversized and boxy garments—not on his Erin. He knew too well the zaftig beauties that lay underneath those stretched out men’s tees she wore.

  Not that she would wear them a day past saying yes to his proposal. He purely longed for the day he would have the right to buy her pretty clothes to complement her full figured beauty. He stripped her bare in his imagination and dressed her in scraps of lace. Erin had come into the kitchen and smiled hesitantly into his abstracted face.

  “Hey, lover,” she whispered. “What’s for lunch?”

  “Bratwurst,” Len told her deadpan.

  “Yum.”

  Well, she certainly seemed to think so when she saw it. But when she took off her own jeans and turned to pick them up off the floor it was his tongue that clove to the roof of his mouth. Her naked and rosy bottom was bisected by a single ribbon of red lace into two pert and delicious globes.

  He wasn’t even thinking when he grabbed them and pulled her hard against himself and let her feel his erection against that bitty piece of lace. Her chuckle at his eagerness told him she meant that thong for a surprise. Well it was a surprise and it roused up his bear to recklessness.

  He had set her down on all fours on her mattress and shoved the scrap of lace aside and rammed his cock into her slick and welcoming furnace and shown her what surprise was. But his darling met his bear passion with a fierce and mewling lust of her own. Her strong inner muscles squeezed his love stick tightly and matched him thrust for thrust. He thought he had remembered to press her love button, but he could not be sure. Maybe he had been too busy kneading that pearly flesh that had so befuddled him.

  But he was certain they had come together. Her shriek and his roar still echoed in his ears. And then he had fallen prone on top of her. Had he dressed his senseless one-eyed snake before he rushed Erin? He purely could not remember. Well, if he had got her pregnant, he wouldn’t care, but it was no way to treat his love.

  He had done better afterward when he had taken his time lapping up her sweet juices from her fragrant honey pot. The thought of how her round thighs clamped down on his head to lock his rooting mouth over her sex made him hard all over again. Right now he wanted more of that delicious honey that had flowed when he brought her to climax after climax. This was no way to get to sleep.

  He got up and wandered into the main bathroom in just his skivvies. There was enough light coming from the window, so he didn’t bother turning on the bathroom light. He was coming out when he heard the footfall in the house. Tracker growled low from behind the boy’s closed bedroom door.

  Len peered into the hall. A large man came up the staircase and started creeping slowly down towards the master bedroom. The man looked into Lenny’s room and aimed his gun. When he saw the empty mattress, he shook his head slightly and kept going past the boys’ room. Len caught the scent of his attacker and his lips firmed grimly.

  Well, damn. He had no gun. He had no knife. He was just about naked and weaponless, and Erin lay defenseless behind the door that the armed intruder was so stealthily approaching. Without conscious thought, Len took bear and leapt from the bathroom to the burglar’s back in a single powerful bound.

  The villain landed face down. His forehead connected with the floorboards with a resounding thunk. Their combined bulk shook the house. Propelled by the momentum created by seven hundred pounds of heavily muscled Black Bear, Blow continued to slide along the polished wood until the solid oak door stopped him cold.

  Skull and door made violent contact. The door shook but didn’t open. The revolver in the intruder’s hand flew off into the darkness. Len heard it crash into the baseboard and spin. His captive was limp and motionless. Lenny backed off him making guttural noises. With an effort, he mastered his overwhelming urge to take a chunk of this man who had threatened his mate. He began to take human form again.

  Tracker barked. The hall light flicked on and Hunter’s unsteady tenor announced. “We’ve got a bear.”

  Cord shouted, “It’s got Blow. I’m getting his gun.”

  Simultaneously, Erin opened her bedroom door. Her face was creased and her hair disheveled. She had only a long, baggy tee-shirt on. She looked out into the hallway. Before her disbelieving eyes a massive Black Bear was metamorphosing into her lover.

  She swallowed her scream, but her voice was strangled when she spoke. “What’s going on?”

  Hunter and Cord took in shaking breaths. Cord said comfortingly, “It’s just Mr. Len. It’s okay, Erin.”

  Len was fully
human again. But now he really was naked. He backed off of his prisoner. Tracker appeared at his heels and growled at Blow.

  “Boys, go put your robes on. Get some jeans or something for Lenny to put on. I’ll call 911.” Erin sounded rattled, but coping. She ducked back into her room.

  “Get some coaxial cable to tie this feller up,” Len called. Well now, the cat—or the bear—was out of the bag. Erin had seen him shift. The boys too. If bear shifting was a step too far, his courtship was dead in the water. Despite the adrenalin rush from the brief skirmish, his spirits sank.

  Cord and Hunter returned with the spool of cable he had requested and a pair of clippers. Together they tied up Blow. He was still unconscious, but Len was taking no more chances with this thug. Erin was still in her room.

  “Boys, the police will be here soon. I jumped this here burglar. And knocked him out. No reason to tell the officers about bears.” He looked sternly at the twins.

  “Wouldn’t believe us anyway,” muttered Hunter looking suspiciously between Cord and Lenny.

  Len put a big hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “Well, they wouldn’t. And if they did, it wouldn’t be better.” He looked down at his nude body. “I got to put some clothes on. You guys can get dressed too—or you can speak to the cops in your pajamas.”

  * * *

  “If Blow’s in jail, why do I need to be here?” Erin asked. It was midmorning and she was packed and heading for the front door, when she should have been sleeping so she could work third shift.

  Len took her little nylon bag out of her hand and reached for the grocery sack in her other hand. He tried to think up reasons for Erin to remain in his house, but nary a one entered his brain. His mate had decided that she couldn’t deal with his bear. He swallowed his fear and disappointment. Hard.

  “What’s the rush?” he asked. He winced at the defensive note in his voice. Dang near whimpering he was. Charming. Not. “Don’t you want to wait until the boys come back from school?”