Furever Mine: A BBW Werebear Romance (Furever Shifters Book 1)

by Iris Balfour

  “Oh god! Oh god, Bear!”

  Hearing her scream my name when she came made the joy pulse through my cock. Gritting my teeth, I managed to control myself when her tight pussy vibrated on my fingers.

  My cock belonged inside her. I wanted to plunge inside her and make her feel me all the way inside her core. I wanted to spray my seed into her, all of my seed, into her hot tight pussy.

  But I couldn’t claim her until she was ready to commit to me, to us.

  When she relaxed into limpness, I gave her pussy a final kiss and set my knees on the edge of the couch. Her eyes opened halfway, her lips parted. As she watched my cock, her tongue peeped out and touched her lips.

  I laid my cock on her breastbone and folded her breasts over it.

  “Oh,” she sighed in surprise, and gasped when I stroked her plump nipples with my thumbs.

  I thrust between the soft pillows of her breasts. Turned on by her pale smooth skin and hard nipples, I plunged in and out of her fleshy folds. I was so close to coming, so close…

  “Let me suck you,” she begged.

  I lost control. Groaning, I gave a massive thrust. My seed spurted all over her chest.

  “I’m sorry,” I gasped, but I couldn’t wipe the grin from my face. I felt wonderful just from fucking her breasts. My gorgeous sexy mate.

  Georgette

  He came on my tits. I didn’t know what to think. “Why—?”

  He swooped down to kiss me. Wrapping his arms around me, he hugged me tight, not squeamish at all about getting semen all over his chest too.

  “Next time,” he promised. He reached for his pants, sighing. “I wish I could stay. There’s business I have to take care of this afternoon. But tonight…” He paused and looked at me.

  “I don’t know.”

  Actually I did know. If he was around me too much longer I would fall for him, crazy or not. Already he was the most exciting man I’d ever been with.

  But I had a job search to conduct. I couldn’t let him distract me. It was bad enough I was so relaxed after our lovemaking that I could barely lift my head.

  “Tomorrow night?”

  “I’ll call you,” I said.

  He raised one eyebrow in disbelief. “No, I better call you.”

  Finished dressing, he knelt in front of me. Grinning at me, he ran his hands over my bare skin. “My slippery Georgette, I’m not going to let you get away now.”

  He let himself out of my apartment.

  viii

  Georgette

  Becky stopped by on her way home from work. When I let her in, the aroma of pepperoni and hot grease was overwhelming.

  “You brought pizza!” I could have hugged her. Instead I cleared my job search papers off the kitchen table and got out plates and napkins.

  “Yeah.” She set the box down in the center of the table and dropped into a chair. “Figured I didn’t want to bring just bad news.”

  “Oh?”

  “I called Perkins McBride for a reference.” Her voice turned cool and businesslike. “Georgette Stephens has applied for a position with our company. I understand she used to work for you.”

  “You really got into it, didn’t you?” I said admiringly.

  “It was kind of fun. Till I heard what they had to say.”

  My stomach turned over. “They just confirmed the dates I was employed there, right?”

  “Uh uh. They confirmed the start date. For the end date, they said you ‘left suddenly without giving prior notice.’ That’s all they said, but it was clear from the tone of voice that you’re bad news.”

  “Oh.” I helped myself to a slice of pizza and dumped Parmesan cheese on it.

  “You like Parmesan a lot, don’t you?”

  I glanced at my plate and giggled a little too loudly. “Not that much.” I scraped half of it off. “Who’d you speak to?”

  “Someone named Rita Mulligan.”

  “She’s the head of HR.” I took a bite of cheesy pizza, lost in thought. Looking up, I said, “She wouldn’t say that unless she was ordered to. I guess I really pissed Walt off when I quit.”

  “When you refused to be the company call girl, you mean,” Becky said in disgust. She put down her slice of pizza and leaned forward. “Leaving that company is the best thing you ever did. They’re going down. The kind of crap they’re pulling on you? They’re desperate.”

  “Well, in the meantime I still need to find a job.”

  “Ask Bear for a reference.”

  “What! I’ve never worked for him.” I should have never have told her I’d reconnected with the hot man from the cabin in the woods.

  “But he’s seen you at work. Hey, he owes you. Sort of. You’d still have a job if he’d invested.”

  I laughed at that. But the next day I texted him.

  — Call me when it’s convenient.

  Ten minutes later my phone rang. “Is everything okay?”

  “Uh yeah, things are fine. It’s just—” Without thinking it through, I told him about my job search difficulties.

  “Do you want me to call McBride and tell him to knock that crap off?” His voice, warm on the surface, held an undercurrent of cold anger.

  “No,” I said hastily. “I thought maybe I could use you as a reference…” But thinking about it, it wasn’t such a good idea. I hadn’t really worked for him.

  “Better yet,” he said smoothly, “why don’t I offer you a position?”

  No was my gut response, but I wouldn’t turn down a job without knowing more about it. “What kind of position?”

  “What kind do you want?”

  “Publicity, light on the marketing. If such a thing exists.” I added, “A real job. Not some fake position fabricated for one of your cronies.” I held my breath, hoping I hadn’t offended him.

  “Gotcha.” His voice held amusement.

  I relaxed incrementally.

  “It’s not something I handle directly,” he said, “but I’ll see if something turns up.”

  I felt a little guilty after hanging up, like I was cutting in front of a long line. But hey, I was just networking, right?

  Bear

  I called my assistant in immediately.

  “Yeah, boss?” Matt trotted in, tablet in hand. He’d dyed his hair again, platinum blond with orange tips. It looked good on him.

  “Find out what kind of openings we’ve got in publicity, all companies. Mid-level, local. When you’ve got the list, email it to me.”

  He nodded and left.

  I picked up my phone. Georgette hadn’t wanted me to call her old boss, but I’d be damned if I’d let him get away with that crap. My bear and I were in complete agreement there.

  “McBride,” I said when he picked up. “I hear your HR department is playing games when employers verify Georgette Stephens’ employment record. You need to make sure that doesn’t happen any more.”

  “What makes you think—”

  I cut through his bluster. “If it doesn’t stop, I’ll know about it. Don’t make me an enemy.” I hung up.

  When Matt sent me the list of vacancies, I looked through it. A couple of them looked suitable. I marked them for Matt, and had him call to let them know I was sending an applicant their way. I gave specific instructions that they were to verify her employment history and let me know exactly what her last employer said.

  That taken care of, I printed out the details of the two openings and texted Georgette. I had the perfect excuse to stop by her place.

  Georgette

  I stared at the two printouts Bear handed me. The pay for both was good, but what excited me was that both openings were in top-tier companies. With experience at either one of them, I could go anywhere.

  “You’ll have to apply according to the announcement,” Bear said casually, “but they won’t hold anything Perkins McBride says against you.”

  Giving in to impulse, I threw my arms around Bear’s neck. A little kiss was what I intended, but he slid one arm around my waist
and with the other cupped my butt. He pulled me up close to him, my feet inches from the floor. His cock, hard as steel, dug into my belly. I hadn’t been aroused before — at least, not much — but feeling his erection made my insides all squishy warm with wanting him.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips. Feeling absolutely wanton, I rubbed against his hard cock. I clung tightly to his neck, the papers slipping from my fingers.

  He captured my mouth, and I yielded to his tongue. It felt delicious to relax into his control. All I had to do was enjoy his touch.

  And I did, I loved his tongue owning me, I loved his hands holding me tight. I loved being able to just let go.

  I entered some place where nothing existed but the sensations of touch and pleasure. I melted into him, his, all his, whatever he wanted.

  A shrill alarm burst through my shiny bubble. Bear stiffened, his tongue withdrawing, the feel of his hands on me changing from pleasure to business as he untangled us and stood me up.

  “I have to take this,” he apologized, fishing his phone out of his pocket. “That’s my emergency tone.”

  I stepped back, smoothing my clothes. The papers I’d dropped caught my eye. I picked them up and smoothed out the wrinkles. I read them again, trying to give Bear some privacy, but my mind wouldn’t focus. My pussy was too wet and ready. I ached for him and his cock.

  He had more control than me, or he hadn’t been as aroused. He was totally business on the phone, looking off into space and responding in clipped tones and noncommittal phrases to whatever emergency had popped up.

  Then he said, “I’ll be there in six hours,” and pocketed his phone.

  “I’m sorry, Georgette.” His softened gaze reassured me that he meant it.

  For an instant I nearly begged him to fuck me fast before he went. He felt the same urge, I could tell by his tight grip on my shoulders. But he gently kissed my mouth, no tongue, and opened the door.

  “I’ll call you when I get back.”

  I smiled, overcoming my disappointment. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

  Bear

  She tempted me so much. Her obvious disappointment made my cock even harder. But our first joining couldn’t be rushed, no matter how badly I wanted her. I would have to be satisfied — for now — with knowing my mate wanted me and would be waiting.

  My mate would be waiting for me. The thought made me glow with happiness.

  ix

  Bear

  Despite it being the middle of the night, the broad entrance and granite steps of the old jail were lit bright as day. My sister Cara strode down the steps to meet me. In the floodlights’ glare her face looked drawn but relieved. “It only took five hours.”

  “Don’t tell the Highway Patrol.” I’d left the truck at home and driven the Porsche.

  She smiled faintly. In unspoken agreement, we fell into step on the sidewalk, pacing in front of the building where we had some semblance of privacy.

  “How bad is it?” I asked. Rory wasn’t the first shifter Cara had found. A lot of bears who shifted late ended up in this part of the state. I suspected the wilderness triggered the change, but others said they sought wilderness because of the change.

  Cara shrugged. “I don’t think anyone saw him shift, but they saw a bear. Then they saw a naked man. I doubt anyone will connect the two, but… I let the cops think he’s been off his meds. Anyway, he needs a stronger guide.”

  “What happened to Jerry?” It was his job to get Rory Marsden settled in.

  “Mating fever.”

  That made me do a double take. “He found his mate.”

  Cara rolled her eyes. “Oh yes.”

  We’d have to save that story for a different day. “You’ve got Rory’s stuff?”

  “It’s in my car.”

  We moved Rory’s stuff — one athletic bag and a small used suitcase — from her car to mine. I had to move the picnic basket from my lunch with Georgette out of the way.

  Cara glanced at it. “Nice picnic basket, Yogi.” She was leaning forward to get a better look when her nose twitched. Abruptly she straightened. “Your mate.”

  “Yes.”

  “And you haven’t told anyone! Or did you tell Mom?”

  “No.” I shook my head and slammed the trunk closed. “It’s… too new.”

  “Uh huh.” Cara shot me a piercing look. My younger sister always was too perceptive. “What’s the catch? She’s from the Bad News Bears?” She used our nickname for the isolationist group up north.

  “No.” I started back to the jail entrance.

  “Then—” She stopped dead, her eyes wide. “She is a shifter, right?” She glanced back at the Porsche like she was going to rip open the trunk and take a good long whiff.

  “Does it matter?”

  “Not to me so much, but you know Dad will have a fit.”

  “Dad doesn’t have any say. He gave up the role to me.” I bristled, even the hint of a threat to my mate making my bear stir.

  Cara patted my arm. “Claws back in, Yogi. Dad will have to come round if you’re that set on her.” She grinned. “Looks like I’ll be making a trip down your way pretty soon.”

  That was a dose of reality I wasn’t ready for. I hadn’t even figured out how I was going to tell Georgette yet. What if my mate rejected me after she knew what I was? It had happened before. One human snapped completely, unable to handle the truth. But if I didn’t tell Georgette, Cara would.

  “Thanks for being on top of things, Cara.”

  “That’s what we bears do,” she said lightly.

  “Some bears.” There was no excuse for Jerry not to contact me if he couldn’t guide Rory. We’d be having a talk when he got past his fever.

  We hugged goodbye, and I went on inside and bailed out our newest bear.

  x

  Georgette

  Becky was suitably impressed when I told her I had interviews lined up at both Magnilo and Pluton, the cream of the high-tech companies.

  She flopped back in the booth — we’d met for dinner at the Fern Bar — pretending to be absolutely overwhelmed at the news.

  The waitress came to take our order just as Becky made gargling noises, her tongue hanging out the corner of her mouth.

  “Do you ladies want” — the waitress’s gaze slid to Becky and quickly returned to me — “any drinks before dinner?”

  “Why yes.” I ordered a craft beer. “But my friend probably shouldn’t have anything. Alcohol makes her seizures worse.”

  “Wine,” Becky croaked. She fluttered her hands in front of her. “White wine.”

  The waitress smiled brightly without looking in Becky’s direction. “One beer and a glass of wine coming right up.”

  We both burst into giggles when she walked away.

  “So tell me about the jobs,” Becky said. “I’m so excited for you. Take that, Perkins McBride!”

  I shared all I knew, which wasn’t really that much. “They’re both maybe a little stretch from what I’ve been doing,” I admitted. “Not beyond my capability, just at a higher level.”

  “That’s great. I’m so happy for you! It’s about time you turned your life around.”

  “What? What do you mean, ‘turn my life around’?”

  Sighing, Becky nervously flicked her hand through her hair. “Well, you went out with Roland.”

  “Oh.” I rallied. “But he didn’t seem like such a loser at first.”

  “Hmmmph.”

  “Whatever. Don’t get me started on Marcos.”

  “At least Marcos knew how to use his stuff.” Becky leered at me. “If you know what I mean.”

  “Okay, you win this round.”

  “So what’s going on with your Bear? Is he still calling?”

  The waitress returned and plinked my beer down onto a coaster. I grabbed it and slowly sipped. I put the glass down, wiped the froth from my lips, and said, “Texting.”

  Becky rolled her eyes. “And?”

  “I really like him. A lot.”


  “But.”

  “There’s something a little off about him.” I hadn’t realized it before speaking with Becky. “He backed off when he saw I was getting freaked out by him coming on so strong. But who falls in love at first sight? Not rich guys, that’s for sure. He tracked me down after we trespassed at his cabin! Who does that crap?”

  Becky laughed. “A lonely man who’s in love, that’s who. You’re not going to hear me talking smack about love at first sight, not after years of hearing my moms telling the story about her and Dad.”

  A smiled tugged at my lips. I’d heard that story for years too, ever since Becky and I became friends. “Maybe you’re right.”

  She lifted her glass in a toast. “Enjoy it while you can.”

  “Will do.” I raised my glass back at her, and took a long drink.

  xi

  Georgette

  Both companies offered me a position.

  I was in shock. I knew I had interviewed well, but there had to be tons of people more qualified than me competing for those particular positions.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Becky told me when I called her in a panic. “It’s your turn, that’s all. You’ve earned it.”

  Gawd, I loved her. She always set me back on the right track.

  So I got out a piece of paper, drew a line to make two columns, and did a side-by-side comparison of the companies’ pluses and minuses. That exercise produced a draw.

  I needed more information, I realized. The best person to ask would be Bear.

  He had texted me the day following his emergency departure.

  — Still wrapping things up. I think of you every spare moment. Keep that fire burning.

  I’d laughed and felt a warm glow.

  But after two weeks the glow was wearing a little thin. Daily texts and a couple of phone calls wasn’t going to keep my fire hot. I had to wonder if this was his way of letting me down easy.