Bear Mountain Bride: Shifter Romance

by Sky Winters

  “Oh, please. You don’t have to answer to us. Still, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t lost in the woods somewhere and unable to get back before night falls. We will see you when you get back.”

  “See you soon,” she said, ending the call.

  Goldie paid her bill and walked out. All the shops were beginning to close up. Bear Lake was one of those small town places that shut down before dark, for the most part. She ducked into a nearby package store to buy a couple of bottles of wine to take back with her. Purchase in hand, she headed back to the lake house.

  “Would you like a hand with that?” a voice said from nearby.

  “Oh, hello!” she said, spotting Joshua as he walked up to her from the sidewalk that joined the large porch of the store.

  “Hello yourself. I wanted to call you, but you didn’t give me your number and I didn’t want to be like some stalker by just showing up at your friends’ house.”

  “So, you decided to be a stalker here in town instead?” she said playfully.

  “Something like that. I was actually on my way home from work and spotted you coming out,” he told her.

  “I guess that is okay then,” she laughed.

  “I hope so,” he replied, reaching for her bags even though she hadn’t answered his question.

  They walked back to Ian and Randy’s place and he helped her inside with the bags. She wasn’t at all surprised to find that they knew him quite well, chatting him up like old friends. It was a very small community and everyone seemed to know everyone else. What did surprise her was that he owned the only bank in town. He hadn’t struck her as the banker type before, but seeing him today in a double breasted suit, it was easy to see it.

  “Well, I guess I best be getting back to the house. Feel free to stop by for a drink later if you get bored hanging out with these two,” he told Goldie playfully, kissing her on the cheek as he left.

  “Honey, if you aren’t out the door within the hour to go have drinks with that man, we’re evicting you,” Randy told her.

  “Very funny,” she replied.

  “I am dead serious,” he told her with a little smile.

  “Yes, I can see that you are from the smirk.”

  In the end, she decided to throw caution to the wind and wander over to Joshua’s for a drink. Knocking on the door, it was now she that felt a bit like a stalker just showing up rather than calling, but she realized that they still hadn’t exchanged phone numbers.

  “Goldie! I’m glad you decided to come by,” he said as he opened the door.

  “Well, you know, I didn’t have your number and thought I would stop by and get it from you,” she told him.

  “Oh, of course. Come on in and I’ll write it down for you while I pour you a drink. I’m multitalented like that,” he said.

  Inside, he did exactly that, handing her a scrap of paper with his phone number and a glass of wine. She took a sip of it, but found that it didn’t set well with her stomach after her recent illness. He didn’t seem to notice, as he clearly had other things on his mind. Ordinarily, a man pouncing on her without so much as a polite conversation would be a turn off, but her train of thought along those lines had changed since deciding to opt for fun instead of a relationship.

  It was quite the change of pace after her night of slow lovemaking with John, as she quickly found herself pinned against Joshua’s sofa with his hand down her pants. His teeth sank into her shoulder as he massaged her clit, quickly getting her ready for him. Throwing all caution to the wind despite her lectures to herself, she allowed her body to respond, flooding his hand with the first of what would be numerous orgasms.

  “That a girl,” he said, pulling free of her pants and beginning to get undressed.

  “My God, what happened to your chest?” she exclaimed, noting the long jagged cut across it as he peeled away his shirt.

  “Just a bit of a scrape this morning on my bike. Nothing that won’t heal in a day or so,” he told her.

  “A day or so? That looks very bad. You might even need stitches,” she told him.

  “I promise you, it will be just fine. I’ve had worse. Now let’s get back to getting you undressed, shall we?” he told her seductively.

  She finished peeling off her clothes to stand naked before him. A lurid smile crossed his face as he whirled her around and pushed her forward across the back of the sofa, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her head back as his other hand slid between her legs again, stroking her clit until she was moaning loudly. Her knees felt shaky as another orgasm sent streams of cum flowing across his fingers and down her thighs.

  “Fuck me,” she demanded, feeling more assertive than she had ever felt.

  “Tell me how,” he said firmly.

  “How?” she replied, not following.

  “How do you want to be fucked?” he asked.

  “Hard, deep. I want you to fuck me so hard that the neighbors hear my screams,” she told him.

  “You can depend on it,” he told her, spreading her legs further apart to enter her with one forceful stroke. His hands circled either side of her waist as he began ramming into her, causing her to cry out with each plunge. His hips rocked back and forth against her ass as he gave her every inch.

  “Yes, yes, yes. That’s it. Fuck me harder,” she spurred him on.

  One of his hands moved away from her waist and surrounded her neck, giving her a start, but also a charge of excitement. He squeezed lightly as he continued to fuck her wildly from behind, seeming to enjoy the way she cooed and squealed as much as she was enjoying being made to do so. Letting go of her neck, he grabbed the back of her hair, wrapping it around his hand and holding onto it as if it were some sort of rein.

  “Your pussy is so sweet. I love having my cock buried inside you,” he told her, still plunging into her.

  “Then don’t stop. Keep fucking me,” she demanded, pushing her hips backward to meet his thrusts.

  “I bet you have a sweet little asshole too,” he said.

  Goldie hesitated for a moment. She had never done anal, but had always wanted to try it. As much as men seemed to talk about it, she had never been with one that actually wanted to do it. She wasn’t sure she would enjoy it, especially with someone so well endowed, but she felt like some sort of animal in heat and saw no better time to give it a go.

  “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” she breathed, looking back over her shoulder at him seductively.

  “I will,” he said.

  Goldie drew in her breath in anticipation as he slid free of her soaked pussy and slipped the head of his wet cock between her ass cheeks, teasing the rim of her anus with it. Slowly, he began to push more of the thick head inside her. It hurt for a moment, but began to ease as she told herself to relax. He rocked back and forth into her, each time forcing a bit more of his cock into her tiny orifice until he was finally completely inside her.

  “Oh, God. That feels so good,” she groaned, feeling simultaneous pain and pleasure that only made her want it more.

  “The best is yet to come,” he told her, pulling almost fully free of her before sliding fully back in.

  “Umph,” she gasped as she felt the way his thickness filled her small hole.

  “God, that’s tight,” he groaned as he pulled back again, this time slipping back in a bit harder and faster. His rhythm slowly picked back up until he was fucking her in the ass as enthusiastically as he had been fucking her pussy moments earlier.

  To Goldie’s surprise, it wasn’t one of those things that she would endure and vow not to do again. Instead, she found herself enjoying it, responding to it. The more he fucked her, the more she wanted. She found herself wishing she could have him in both holes at once as her own fingers drifted between her legs to massage her clit while he continued to fuck her ass harder.

  “I’m going to cum,” she squealed, her body quivering with a massive explosion that ran down her thighs, almost pushing his cock from her ass with the force with which it
was expelled.

  “Don’t stop. Keep it up. Cum some more for me,” he encouraged.

  Goldie responded by increasing the friction of her fingers on her own clit while he bucked against her ass, sending her into a series of orgasms that caused her to pant and spasm beneath him.

  “That’s it. That’s a good girl, Goldie. Keep going. Give me all you’ve got,” he told her, reaching between her legs to finger fuck her. It quickly sent her back over the edge as she made inarticulate noises, unable to form any actual words. She was reduced to a quivering, sticky mess by the time he finally shoved forward and flooded her asshole with cum.

  “That was off the charts,” she panted as he pulled free of her.

  Goldie couldn’t help but note that his eyes were dark again. She had known other men whose eyes got darker when they were turned on, but not like this. It was if they were a completely different color. Something about it was a bit unnerving, but also exciting. She couldn’t deny that she was drawn to him in a way she couldn’t explain. Though she knew it sounded campy, it was if some sort of primal scent intoxicated her. It was the same with John.

  “Certainly was. How about we grab a shower and then watch a movie or something?” he said.

  “Sounds good to me,” she replied, following him to the shower and waiting a bit awkwardly as he turned on the water.

  He stepped inside and held a hand out to her, guiding her in under the steamy water. They made quick work of getting cleaned up before stepping back out to dry off and get dressed. Though it wasn’t quite cuddling, they settled into the sofa curled against one another and began streaming a movie. She wasn’t surprised to find that it was an action film rather than anything warm and fuzzy she would have picked out.

  Goldie feigned interest in the movie as her thoughts drifted back to the events of the last few days. It was so unlike her to be having sex with two men in the same period of time. She enjoyed both of them immensely, but it was like they were two halves of a whole. Joshua was so commanding. It was a huge turn on to just be taken and fucked with wild abandon, but she knew that she couldn’t spend her life with someone who didn’t have much to say when he wasn’t inside her.

  Then, there was the issue of intimacy. Contrary to what some people believe, sex is not intimacy. Sex is a physical event and it can be damned good, like it seemed to be between her and Joshua, but it wasn’t love and it wasn’t necessarily intimate. She could certainly appreciate the way he reduced her to her most primal elements and made her want to delve even further into the dark recesses that made up that part of her needs, but at the end of the day, she needed to know he thought about more than getting off with her.

  “Are you going to sneak away from me again in the morning before I wake up?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts and catching her off guard.

  She looked at him, a smile crossing her face. Normally, this is where she would make some excuse for such behavior, but she didn’t really feel it was necessary with him.

  “Most likely,” she replied.

  “Okay. I have to be at work early anyway, so I guess that will work,” he told her with a smirk.

  Goldie looked at him with a single eyebrow raised. She wasn’t sure if she detected a note of hurt or relief in that statement. Perhaps he did feel offended by her sneaking off while he slept or perhaps he was grateful not to have to deal with any of the morning after awkward bullshit. She knew that when men had done that to her, she had been left feeling a bit cheap and perhaps even dirty in some way. It was a bit rude and selfish if you really got down to it, but she was beginning to understand the reality of relationships rather than the fairy tale she had always made them out to be.

  “It’s no problem. I understand. We’re fuck buddies, right? I scratch your itch, you scratch mine?” he added, watching her face for clues it seemed.

  “Exactly,” she replied.

  Something told Goldie that there was a lot more to that statement than the words conveyed. Was he trying to figure out what she was thinking, feeling? Perhaps she was making too much of this. That had always been her problem, overthinking things. It was weird to be on the other side of the equation though, not knowing how she should respond.

  “That’s cool,” he replied, returning to the movie playing on the screen, but something on his face said otherwise and it made her very curious to know what he was thinking. Still, she knew he wouldn’t ask.

  Goldie didn’t reply further, letting the conversation lapse. Her mind continued to swirl with thoughts about what he might be thinking and whether there was more to him than what she was seeing, but she convinced herself that it didn’t matter. This was just sex, nothing more and she needed to stop trying to make it something more, especially when that wasn’t even something that she wanted from him or anyone at this point.

  That is what she kept telling herself. Even as the movie ended and they climbed into bed together, Joshua stripping her of her clothes and fucking her once again across the bed before they climbed beneath the covers and settled in for a few hours sleep before morning. Fortunately, her mind stopped running around in circles trying to make sense of things and she fell asleep quickly. No dream came tonight. Instead, she was lost to an endless sea of darkness where she felt nothing and wondered nothing. It was nice.

  At some point, she woke up, hungry for him and rather than turning over to force herself back to sleep like she would have under normal circumstances, she found herself boldly peeling back the covers and teasing his cock with her tongue. He stirred a bit in his sleep, not waking even as his body reacted to her touch. His dick grew hard and rose, the moonlight shining upon it from the window as if it was some sort of phallic statue. She snickered a bit as she raised her body over his and impaled herself upon it.

  “Molesting me in my sleep?” he said as he fluttered awake.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  “You’re a naughty girl,” he told her, pushing her off of him and down onto the bed. Pulling her ass cheeks apart, he fucked her ass once again. This time, he wasn’t gentle, letting her cry out in ecstasy as he took her hard and fast until they both came again and collapsed back into the pillows to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Waking up in the wee hours of the morning, Goldie slipped on her clothes and out of Joshua’s house, making her way in the darkness back toward Ian and Randy’s where she climbed into her own bed. She felt oddly content with the situation. Perhaps men that just played the field were onto something that women couldn’t quite grasp unless they tried it themselves. She awoke later in the morning feeling a bit bloated and nauseous.

  “Great. Way to preempt my fun, mother nature,” she muttered, thinking her period had decided to arrive early this month.

  Making her way to the bathroom to shower, she was surprised to find that she was wrong. Perhaps it was just a warning that it was on the way. So much for sexy flings the rest of this mini vacation. Picking up her phone, she found that she had a message from Joshua telling her that he was disappointed to find her gone when he woke up. She smiled a little and clicked the next message, from John. He wanted to know if she could come in to town for lunch. She agreed.

  “I didn’t even notice this was here,” she told him. “The food is delicious.”

  “Yes, they still rent rooms here, though there aren’t many available. Mostly they provide rooms for functions and special events, plus run this restaurant,” he told her of the old hotel that sat in the center of town.

  “It’s very quaint,” she told him.

  “If you like, I can take you to see some more of it when we finish lunch. The owner is an old school friend.”

  “Yes, I’d love that. How old is this place?”

  “A bit over two hundred years old. It was in ruins when he bought it and renovated it, so a lot of the structure is redesigned, but most of the woodwork is the original carvings from when it was built.”

  “I bet the rooms are fantastic,” she said offhandedly.

  “Well
, let’s give you a peek at them so you can see for yourself.”

  After they paid for lunch, he excused himself for a moment and went into the kitchen, returning with a frail looking older man, introducing him as the owner. Goldie was momentarily confused. Hadn’t he said the owner was an old school friend? This man had to be at least in his seventies. Perhaps he had just meant that he had known the man since his school days rather than he was a classmate as she had thought.

  “Here are the keys to one of the empty rooms. Most of the rooms are set up just like this one, so it will give you an idea of what they are like. The rest of the rooms are all openly available for you to look at. John knows the place pretty well. Make yourselves at home,” he told them.

  John thanked him and took her on a tour of the place. It was all quite stunning with a lot of the original design still intact. Walking into the room they were given a key for was like walking back in time. The large wrought iron bed stood against one wall opposite a large bay window that looked out over the town and the lake beyond. She stood looking out over the landscape as John walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist, pulling her to him and kissing her softly on the neck.

  “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” he asked.

  “Very much so. Thank you so much for bringing me here,” she told him.

  “My pleasure,” he replied, turning her around to face him.

  His lips met hers in a soft, sensual kiss and she found herself instantly responding to him, despite trying to hold back. What was it about him that she found so irresistible? Somewhere, in the back of her mind, a voice whispered back to her. “Everything,” it said, but she pulled away anyway.

  “John, we can’t,” she said.

  “Yes, we can,” he said.

  “It’s not our room. We’re just supposed to be looking at it,” she said.

  “Think again. Trust me, he doesn’t care. This room is ours until we give him the key back,” he breathed against her neck as he began kissing his way down the length of it.”

  Goldie gave in to him, enjoying the way his hot mouth felt on her skin in the cool room. Under the circumstances, Goldie thought it would be more of a quickie, lest someone come up to see what was taking so long, but John seemed to have no intention of rushing things. He sat her up on the heavy oak table situated on one side of the room and slipped off her pants and panties, burying his face in her pussy.