Table of Contents
Copyright
BEAR FURSUITS
Bear Necessities
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bear Possibilities
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
Bear Affinities
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Bear Infinities
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Bear Cubs for Christmas
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
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Bearcubs for Christmas
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Cover Art by Resplendent Media ©Copyright 2015
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Bear Possibilities
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Bear Affinities
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Bear Infinities
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.
BEAR NECESSITIES
BEAR POSSIBILITIES
BEAR AFFINITIES
BEAR INFINITIES
BEARCUBS FOR CHRISTMAS
BEAR FURSUITS BUNDLE
by
Isadora Montrose
BEAR NECESSITIES
BOOK ONE
BEAR FURSUITS
by
ISADORA MONTROSE
CHAPTER ONE
October, three years earlier...
HANNAH METCALFE GOT OUT of the cab. She opened her umbrella in one smooth move, like the experienced Seattleite she was, and stepped briskly over the puddles on the sidewalk, being careful not to get her new chocolate brown suede t-straps any wetter than necessary. She made the overhang and closed her umbrella.
In the tiny vestibule of the restaurant she looked around in surprise. The place was totally unlike Charlie’s usual picks. Charlie liked sleek, upscale glass-and-chrome bistros. This place was cozy. It had been decorated in dark wood, with a palette of warm gold and rich terracotta with a little forest green. And it really was more of a bar.
In fact, this was exactly the sort of place Hannah secretly liked. She had furnished her new condo with designer Italian pieces and painted it a pale grayish blue. She wanted her home to display the sophistication that went with her transition to a prosperous urban professional. But this place with its chalet vibe made her feel more comfortable than her white leather couch and austere grey glass dining table. Go figure.
Charlie was not sitting flirting at the bar, nor was she waiting at any of the tall tables. But except for work Charlie had never been on time in her whole life. Hannah headed for a table for two.
A row of burly men occupied the stools in front of the long wooden bar. They glanced at the mirror in front of them when Hannah moved across the room. Heads turned. She blushed when she saw them swivel as one to look at her. She had dressed carefully for her birthday dinner and she knew she looked good, but she was never comfortable being ogled. She could tell herself a million times that she was big and beautiful but inside she still felt just plain fat.
Even though her silky teal dress was cut to flatter her curves and showcase her voluptuous bosom without being too revealing, she felt self-conscious as she slid onto the high chair facing the door. The skirt of her full skirt flashed her knees and a glimpse of rounded thigh as she adjusted her small cross body purse.
She hastily pulled her skirt down and glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. The guys at the bar were gawking open mouthed. She sat back and pushed her long dark brown curls over her shoulders, but she did not meet their eyes. Their response lifted her spirits, but encouraging the hunks at the bar was a step too far.
She focused on the door. But when the drinkers turned back to their beers she risked another peek at their backs. Plaid shirts and denim jackets set off broad muscular shoulders. Heavily muscled thighs strained the seams of blue jeans. Yup, this was lumberjack hunk central. She would tell Charlie that she had got it just right.
The waitress approached with a menu and a wine list. Yes. This place might attract a rugged crowd but it was obviously a crowd that appreciated good food and wine. She ordered a bottle of good California Cabernet and two glasses. Charlie preferred chardonnay but would just have to cope. That would teach her to be late.
Hannah glanced around again and her eyes met those of a giant who was sitting by himself at a table nursing a pint. His black hair curled about his ears and the five o’clock shadow on his big jaw was halfway to a beard. The sleeves of his blue and red plaid shirt were rolled up over muscular forearms covered in curling black hair. He smiled at her and she looked away shyly, her heart beating fast.
Her cell binged. Charlene’s text said she was sorry, but something had come up and she couldn’t make it. Rain check. Well damn. How like Charlie. Hannah was pretty sure the something was Charlie’s on again-off again boyfriend. Would Charlie never learn that Christopher was not worth standing up her girlfriends for? Now what? The wine had not yet come. She could apologize and explain to the server. And then what? Spend her birthday eating delivery pizza on her own? She was damned if she would do any such thing.
She looked up expecting to see the waitress. But it was the huge man who had been drinking by himself. He pulled out the stool opposite hers and asked, “Can I join you?” Hi
s deep voice made every skin cell vibrate. She felt his words right down to her bones and her panties immediately became damp. Down, girl.
Hannah looked up and her heart turned over. Her skin prickled with heat and all the hairs on her body stood to attention. The man’s vivid blue eyes crinkled at the corners as though he spent a lot of time laughing. Or squinting. Jesus, she was about to let herself be picked up. She had never done any such damn fool thing. Not even in college.
“Sure,” she heard herself say in sultry tones she had not known she possessed. She was practically purring.
An immense hand extended across the table and she noticed the fine black hairs curling on the backs and fingers. Oh boy. “Jack Enright.”
“Hannah Metcalfe,” she said, offering her smaller one. Jack sat down but did not release her plump fingers. Instead he turned the handshake she expected into a gentle handholding. He admired her dark purple nails, before bending over her hand and brushing her knuckles with his parted lips. He inhaled sharply and smiled even more broadly.
“Pleased to meet you, Hannah Metcalfe,” he rumbled. Black hair curled out of the top of his shirt even though only the top button was undone. His blue eyes were an invitation to sex.
The waitress put Hannah’s wine and two glasses on the table.
“Will you join me?” asked Hannah waving at the bottle, “Or do you want to stick to beer.” She really didn’t care. She believed people should eat and drink what they liked, not what other people thought they should.
Jack put a hand out for the bottle and looked at the label. He nodded. “I’d like a glass,” he said agreeably.
The waitress poured a little for Jack, who picked up the glass and extended it to Hannah to approve. She appreciated him not taking charge. She swirled the wine and looked at the legs trickling down the sides. She inhaled and enjoyed the fruit notes and caramels flavors she expected on the back of her throat. She sipped and it was just as she had anticipated. “Lovely,” she said.
Jack kept his blue eyes locked with her brown ones while he tasted his wine. “Delicious.” But he didn’t mean the wine. He examined her flushed face as if he liked what he saw. Hannah had known intellectually that she looked her best. She had rushed home from work to shower, dress up, and redo her makeup before meeting Charlie. This man made her believe she was beautiful.
Hannah mostly liked her curves and her generous breasts and, despite the determined efforts of some exes, she refused to join the ranks of self-destructive body haters. But it was hard to fight the attitude of the rest of the world that equated a high BMI with obesity. She was a big strong woman with plenty of muscle under her bountiful flesh. You didn’t get a free ride to college on an athletic scholarship if you were merely fat.
She knew she had a nice rack. Her legs and hips had plenty of muscle as did her arms; her bottom was both large and shapely; her shoulders were wide and soft and hid their strength under a layer of pearly flesh. But most of the time she struggled to feel attractive. Jack’s appreciative eyes warmed the cold places in her heart.
His eyes roamed over her face as if her dark eyes with their long lashes appealed to him. He stared at her mouth as if he had never seen lipstick before and involuntarily she licked her lips with her pink tongue. He smiled and glanced at her cleavage.
“That’s a pretty necklace,” he drawled as her nipples visibly tightened.
Hannah looked at Jack’s open collar admiring the wildly curling hair that grew below the muscular column of his neck. She liked a man to be a man. She had had a boyfriend who waxed and she had thought it a stupid waste. It was not as though Linc’s thin chest had been improved by barren white skin. Of course Linc was a stupid waste: he had complained that she got too wet and that there was too much spunk when they had sex. And that she was too athletic in bed. Naturally she had wondered if she really was unfeminine.
“So where are you from?” asked Jack.
“Wisconsin,” she told him.
“So how did you wind up in Seattle?”
“After college I took a job in Madison. A couple of years ago they promoted me and asked me to move to Seattle. So here I am. What about you?”
“I’m from a small town in Kittitas County.”
They finished the wine over a long meal, talking about everything and nothing. After their chocolate cheesecake, Jack suggested an orange liqueur. He grabbed the check when it came and refused to let her pay. “It’s my treat,” he insisted. “After all you’re the birthday girl.”
In the taxi on the way home, Hannah could barely keep herself under control. Jack’s clean, virile scent filled her nostrils and she wanted to jump his bones. He sat beside her holding her hand against his massive thigh. The whole trip was made in a fraught silence. Hannah knew that bringing a stranger home was crazy, but Jack did not feel like a stranger. He felt like the one. It was insane and reckless, and Hannah prided herself on being sensible. But everything about this big, gentle man sang to her.
He glanced at the camera when he entered the elevator and put his arm around her waist and looked straight ahead. He said nothing, but his barrel chest rose and fell. Hannah felt giddy. I’m drunk she thought, but really she was only pleasantly tipsy. She could not blame what was about to happen on alcohol.
Jack grabbed her as soon as she had the front door of her condo closed. He did not bother with turning on the lights, so they kissed in the glow from the surrounding buildings. Even on the seventeenth floor Seattle was never dark at night. Hannah grabbed his arms tightly and held on as his beard scoured her soft cheeks. Their tongues tangled and explored. Suddenly Hannah felt her feet leave the floor as Jack picked her up by the waist so her face met his.
After a long duel of tongues, he pulled up gasping. “Bedroom?” he asked.
Hannah pointed. She reached out and turned on the lights and Jack looked around as if surprised at her sleek modern furnishings. He swung her into his arms, without commenting, however, and carried her down the hall to her bedroom as though she was a featherweight. It felt delightful to be carried off for certain pleasure.
In the bedroom, Jack growled when he saw her bower. Dreamy white curtains enclosed her white queen sized bed. Soft, dark pink cushions lay in massed profusion against the wrought iron headboard. Somehow she had not been able to pretend to be sophisticated in her bedroom. With one great paw Jack flung cushions and elegant comforter to the floor and tossed her onto the bed. Faintly she heard ripping but she did not care. She was as eager as Jack to get satisfaction.
He flung off his jeans and shirt to reveal a mighty torso where black hair curled and followed his arrow of desire all the way to his erection, which sprung straight up from a mighty nest of black hair. Hannah stared with awed delight. This man might have been made to fulfill all her fantasies. His thighs bulged with muscle and even his long strong feet made her feel weak.
“Now you, honey,” he rumbled. “How do I get into this thing?”
“Zipper,” she whispered, pulling it down the side of her teal dress.
Jack reached for the skirt and pulled it over her head. “Oh, man,” he said reverently when he saw her lusciousness for the first time. Hannah scooted up to the remaining pillows and lifted her arms above her head to better display her black lace bra and panties and stockings. Jack looked like he was trying not to swallow his tongue as he came down beside her on the bed and began to play with her flesh.
He traced the outline of her nipples under the black lace until they hardened into stiff points. Then he plumped her breasts in his hands, and hefted their abundant weight before bending his head to take first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. His tongue pressed her tight red nipples against the roof of his mouth as he sucked hard while Hannah bucked and moaned with need. Without a word he put a large palm against her mound and felt the dampness of her panties approvingly. He rubbed in lazy circles while he continued to nuzzle her breasts and sniff her skin.
Hannah’s own hands were busy in his chest hair. She
dug deep and found the hard muscle underneath the rich curls and then traced his tight flat brown nipples until his breathing became as unsteady as her own. Her bra disappeared as Jack continued to play with her breasts.
“I can’t wait any longer, darling,” he growled as he tore the crotch of her panties and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Hannah spread her legs wide and then twined her legs about his hips as he slowly pressed his dripping cock into her tight depths. She could feel the broad purple head as it navigated her slick tight passage. He took his weight on his arms and kissed her deeply as she stretched to accommodate his length and breadth. Linc was so not built like this.
Slowly he began to move within her. She matched him thrust for thrust until it seemed that they had become one being moving with one passion. She came as he filled her to overflowing with his come and fell asleep with him still inside her.
She woke up hours later to the feel of his hair on the inside of her thighs. He had stripped off her stockings and ruined panties and was nuzzling his way up her tender inner thighs to the sweet honey of her vulva. She lay still and enjoyed this gentler pleasuring as his tongue lapped and his teeth tenderly nibbled at her soft folds. But she stiffened when his tongue began to swirl about her swollen clit before he drew it into his mouth. His tongue pressed it against his palate and his big hands held her hips still as she arched off the bed in response. She spasmed and went still.
He came up her body at a rush and claimed her mouth with his own still redolent with her creamy juices. “Good morning,” he rumbled as he gave her breasts a friendly squeeze before poking her playfully in her soft belly with his rock hard cock.
“Good morning,” Hannah whispered shyly, spreading her legs hopefully.
She was not disappointed. Jack thrust into her with his cock while his tongue did the same in her mouth. His big hands found the two globes of her bottom and kneaded and squeezed with the same rhythm. The combination was too much and she came with a violence that forced him to erupt. He collapsed on her, breathing like a man who has run a long way, before rolling off her body to lie beside her and hold her hand.
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