Little Red Riding Bears: A BBW Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (Bear-y Spicy Fairy Tales Book 2)

by Sable Sylvan

  “In the summer? Sure, if I visit my grandma,” said Red. “I’ll be sure to stop by and see what you crazy kids are up to.”

  “You’re the same age as us, and we’re the kids?” asked Nathan.

  “Because grown men could stand to live in these conditions?” teased Red.

  “Trust me, I’m all man, Red,” said Nathan, although the flashing green of his eyes in that moment made him seem more bear than man. “And when I’m not all man, I’m all bear...and that’s even better.”

  “Oh yeah?” asked Red, polishing off her bowl.

  “Yeah,” said Nathan, resisting the bear urging him to flip the table over and take Red right there on the kitchen floor. “And it doesn’t take a genius to see that you’re all woman, Red.”

  “Yeah, real funny, Nathan,” said Red. “If I was so pretty, I’d have a boyfriend down in LA.”

  “They’ve got idiots down in Los Angeles,” said Nathan. “Because any man can tell that you’re made for breeding, with those wide hips and perfect breasts. Mosquito bite tits can’t feed a litter of bears, but a real, curvy woman like you can. Men have lusted after women like you for ages: there’s cave paintings of curvy, voluptuous women who have a little something something.”

  “You calling me a cave woman?” teased Red.

  “No, but I’m saying there’s something undeniable about biology, Red, something that makes every man’s cock twitch when he sees someone as beautiful as you walk into a room, with those big hips and curve of a waist that you just wanna grab onto and –”

  Red cut off the big bear. “Sounds like you’ve been thinking about that a lot, Nathan.”

  “Well, honey, let’s just say...I dream about more than catching salmon up in that bed of mine,” said Nathan, his jade eyes almost a bright emerald green as they flashed with thoughts of lust and of love. “And tonight’s dreams are going to be wet. Wanting. And full of images of you.”

  Nathan got up, and the building tension between them pulled Red like a string behind Nathan, who pulled her up, into his big, strong, firm arms, and he carried Red up and into her room. He placed her down onto the bed gently as he got onto the bed and pushed himself up towards Red, one strong arm keeping him up above her, holding onto the headboard.

  “I want you, Red,” he said, as he ran his hands through her hair with his free hand, inhaling her scent, which he swore smelled of marionberries, the local cultivar of blackberries that he couldn’t find anywhere other than in Oregon, and here she was, a California native with Port Jameson blood, and she smelled like that fresh summer fruit, a ray of sunshine in the icy, foggy winter.

  “Then take me, Nathan,” begged Red, looking up at Nathan, and Nathan leaned back, wrapping an arm around Red, pulling her up so she was sitting in his broad lap, which took her curves with ease, and he pressed his lips to hers and bit her lower lip. Red bit back, and opened up her mouth in the process, allowing Nathan to enter her mouth with his hot tongue, exploring every last nook and cranny of her mouth and tasting the chocolate, berries, and cream that she’d had for dessert, and beneath all that, Red’s natural taste, a taste like none other he’d ever had.

  Red ran her hand up Nathan’s shirt and felt his strong pecs, finding the patch of fur that burned crimson against his skin like a scarlet letter. She squeezed his pec and felt its firmness in her hand as Nathan pulled her closer and closer to him, his knee close to reaching the place between her legs, where she so desperately wanted to be touched, the tension built up by the weeks she’d spent sleeping in a house by herself when there were three sexy bear shifters she had to stop herself from waking up, just in the hopes that one of them would push her to the bed and fuck her silly.

  And then, Nathan stopped, pulled away, and looked her over, from the top of her curly red hair down to her curvy thighs, his eyes savoring every last inch of her body.

  Nathan couldn’t help but smile at how cute Red looked, waiting and wanting him like the sex kitten she was. “Goodnight, Red,” said Nathan, kissing her on the forehead and leaving the room.

  “Goodnight, Nathan,” said Red, confused: why hadn’t he made the move? They’d flirted all night, had she missed something or misread the situation? She touched her lips: they still burned from the kiss.

  Chapter Five

  Spending time with Nathan hadn’t made Meredith’s choice easier, but harder. She felt something for all three guys, and choosing would be hard enough if they were human: all three men were tall, dark, and handsome, just her type, and their three distinct personalities were all appealing. Brandon could be gruff, but he was protective and gave off a paternal vibe. Scott was a total teddy bear, even if he was a little sleepy and scruffy when he was in hibernation mode. Nathan could be a jerk, but he was a great cook and there was a tension between them that Meredith wanted to explore.

  Of course, there was the whole matter of Meredith’s figure. She’d seen bear shifter men before: they were often with tall thin women, and neither tall nor thin described Meredith. She barely broke the five foot mark and she wore double digit clothes: normal human men hadn’t wanted her, why would a tall, hunky bear shifter even look her way? The kisses had to be flukes: the one with Brandon certainly was, Scott was only half awake for the one they’d shared, and Nathan...Nathan was an enigma wrapped in a secret with just a smidgen of chocolate sprinkles to sweeten him up, so there was no telling what game Nathan was playing or why he’d found the urge to leave her wanting and counting down the seconds until she’d see him again.

  Thinking about the three guys was exhausting and Meredith turned off her light before getting changed into her yellow polka-dot print pajamas and hitting the hay like a sack of rocks. Meredith’s subconscious was still focused on the hunks and even in sleep, Meredith’s mind was on the three bear shifters.

  ***

  Meredith had a dream about the glen again: there was a cabin in the meadow, a cabin that hadn’t been there before, and she walked into the cabin. Meredith was in her white dress again, but she was wearing her red hoodie as well, carrying a basket of treats. The house had a sign: “Grandma Baxter”. Why was her grandma in her dreams?

  Meredith knocked. The door opened, but her grandmother wasn’t inside. No, there was a big humanoid, half bear, half man, like a werewolf: a werebear. The werebear was wearing an apron and oven mitts. “Why hello there, Little Red Riding Hood,” he said.

  “You’re not Grandma Baxter,” said Meredith to the werebear.

  “No, I’m not,” said the man, turning towards an oven and pulling out a tray of chocolate chip cookies that smelled absolutely heavenly. “What tipped you off? Don’t tell me: it’s the ears, isn’t it? Or the teeth?”

  “Oh, yeah, what a deep voice you have,” said Meredith sarcastically, although the man-bear did have a deep voice, a voice she recognized.

  “The better to greet you with,” said the werebear, not missing a beat.

  “And what big hands you have,” said Meredith, taking one of the werebear’s paws in hers. The paw started to change as she touched it, morphing into a human hand. The hand still had the thick callus-like paw marks that made bear shifters stand out from other shifters and from humans as a whole.

  “The better to grab you with,” said the werebear who had now started turning back into a man, taking Meredith by the waist.

  “And...what a great big, uhm...” started Meredith, and she looked him over from head to toe: it was Brandon Joyce. Angular jaw, grey, steely eyes, there was no mistaking him for anyone else. If that didn’t give it away, the red swath of fur on his chest did, his mate mark, the first part of Brandon that Meredith had touched, albeit by accident. Meredith resisted the urge to groan at how cliché her own wet dream was: she was having another dream about Brandon Joyce, and of course, it had to be his thick shaft that was standing at attention and rubbing on her leg through the apron.

  “What a great big what, Red?” whispered Brandon, and Meredith could feel his hot breath on her ear.

  “A g
reat big cock,” said Meredith, embarrassed. She wasn’t quite sure what was more intoxicating: the smell of cookies, the vanilla and chocolate undertones so strong she could taste them on her tongue, or the sight of that huge hunk of man meat.

  “The better to fuck with you,” growled Brandon into her ear, pushing Meredith down onto the dining table and pushing her skirt up, revealing her sex, and he tore off his apron, placing the head of his cock against her entrance. “Tell me how much you want this.”

  “I want that dick,” moaned Meredith. “Please, give it to me.”

  “Well, you did say please,” teased Brandon. “I guess I can make an exception for a dirty girl like you...even if it means my cookies are going to get cold.”

  “You want the cookies that badly?” asked Meredith.

  “Not as much as I want this honey pot,” said Brandon, slowly entering Meredith, inch by inch, the thick head of his shaft pushing into her and spreading her wide open. Meredith gripped the table to keep balance, but Brandon roughly pulled her down and thrust away at her pussy, pressing his cock further into her with each thrust as her pussy wettened and took more and more of his cock.

  Meredith moaned in her bed as she moaned in her dreams and as she felt the climax building, she tossed and turned, messing up her sheets. To an onlooker, Meredith would have looked like she was having a nightmare, but her dreams were so sweet, they’d turned spicy. Her tossing and turning pushed the seam of her underwear into her clit and the seam rubbed back and forth, stimulating Meredith.

  Brandon ran his hands up Meredith’s body and squeezed her breasts, and even though it was a dream, the longing Meredith had for Brandon made every dream touch feel real and her physical nerves felt Brandon’s touch as strong as if he was in the room with her.

  As Brandon pressed his hips past her thick thighs, he picked a thigh up in each arm and Meredith was penetrated even more deeply, each press into her body sending a wave of pleasure from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes, and Brandon was ravaging her body like a tornado, sucking up every part of her with his mouth and tasting it, feeling it, claiming it for his own and leaving it forever.

  As Meredith climaxed, her panties became absolutely drenched, and a pillow which had been tossed about found its home between Meredith’s legs, her thick thighs clasping onto the plush pillows but longing for something hard and firm instead, and not just the thick barrel chest of a bear shifter, but the cock that such a shifter was sure to have.

  Brandon didn’t lose his erection in the dream, and kept pounding away at her pussy through the orgasm. What Meredith didn’t expect in the dream? For another man to walk right through the door, in just a pair of dark jeans and a black button down shirt. There was no mistaking the brunette with a beard for anyone but Nathan.

  “Nathan?” asked Meredith. “What’re you doing here?”

  “Hopefully, I’ll be doing you,” said Nathan, and he unzipped jeans, revealing his boxer briefs and showing off a big, firm package. He undid the buttons on his shirt, pulled that off, tossed it in a corner, and slipped off his sneakers, leaving him in just the briefs, his package growing by the second. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this.”

  “This is my dream with Brandon though,” said Meredith. “This isn’t supposed to happen.”

  “Do you want this or not?” asked Nathan.

  “Yeah, I do,” said Meredith. “But I’ve never had a threesome before, not even in my dreams.”

  “Let it come naturally to you,” ordered Nathan. “Take it at your own pace.” He pulled down his boxers and revealed a huge cock, the tip coated in precum which was spilling around the shaft, swirling and leaving glossy trails.

  Meredith reached out and touched the cock and rubbed it gingerly at first and then greedily, exploring every last inch of Nathan’s shaft with her hands. In the dream, it barely fit in her small palms.

  Brandon pulled out of Meredith. “Your turn,” he said gruffly before moving next to Meredith. Meredith touched Brandon’s shaft while Nathan entered her, squeezing as she moaned with pleasure, Brandon’s huge shaft practically splitting her in two with a pain that was somehow pleasurable. She wrapped her legs around Nathan while wrapping her fingers around Brandon’s shaft. “Oh, Nathan,” she moaned.

  Meredith squeezed the pillow closer to her body, helping the pillow dig into her soft, moist sex which was aching for a real cock, a shifter cock. Her moans were whispers in her bedroom, muffled by a pillow.

  Nathan pressed in and out of Meredith a few times before pulling her off the table entirely and carrying her to the bedroom, a bedroom that looked like her own guest room, and he pressed her to the bed, pulling her red cape and her dress away, practically ripping it off of her, before he got on the bed, placed her on her knees so she was on all fours. He entered her from the back and pressed his shaft into her, getting deeper than he had before.

  “Oh, Nathan,” moaned Meredith. “That feels amazing.”

  “You feel amazing,” said Nathan, gripping a love handle in each hand and pummeling away at Meredith. Each shallow, quick stroke made the head of Nathan’s cock rub against Meredith’s G spot and the rubbing brought Meredith close to the point of orgasm.

  Nathan reached one hand around, keeping the other on Meredith’s waist, and he pressed a finger against Meredith’s clit, hard, making small circles around and around, as if his finger was a spoon used to stir honey into tea. The pressure of Nathan’s hand against Meredith’s clit made all the difference and Meredith exploded around Nathan’s shaft, becoming hotter and tighter as she gripped his shaft with her muscles without even trying to.

  Meredith’s panties were now even more soaked and the aching she had for a dick, for a real dick ,was making her thighs sore, as she had been clenching the pillow between her legs the whole time, harder and harder.

  A man came into the room: Meredith expected it to be Brandon, but it was Scott!

  “Scott?” said Meredith. “I can explain –”

  “Babe, you don’t have to,” said Scott. “I actually think this is really hot.”

  “You do?” asked Meredith.

  “Of course I do,” said Scott. “I love seeing you happy, and if you’re happy getting rammed by a huge dick, then who am I to stop you from getting all the dick you can get?”

  Scott walked over and sat on the bed, sitting in front of Meredith. “Your mouth looks a little...empty,” he said, and he sat in a position that allowed Meredith’s mouth access to the head of his shaft. He placed the head of the cock at her lips and as she opened her mouth, he moved it away. “Uh-uh-uh. What’s the magic word?”

  “Please,” said Meredith.

  “Please what?” asked Scott

  “Can I please suck your dick?” asked Meredith.

  “Of course,” said Scott with a mischievous grin, and he leaned back, hands behind his head, as he left Meredith manipulate his shaft with her fingers and her tongue,

  Meredith had never felt so wicked as she did in her dream: she was never the kind of girl anyone would suspect of having threesomes, of being a tease, of having a crush on three bear shifters at the same time. There was no way that bookish Meredith, who had her nose in her books on the night of her senior prom, would have such filthy dreams, right?

  As Meredith manipulated Scott’s shaft, she entirely focused on the blowjob and forgot about the man behind her, who had been pounding her, hard, so when she turned back and found him gone, she asked Scott, “Where did Nathan go?”

  “Out,” said Scott simply, and he slipped himself so he was lying down on the bed, and he pressed Meredith down and onto his cock as easily as if she were a pillow. “But I take it that you want that hole filled.”

  “Oh, Scott,” moaned Meredith. Although she was above Scott physically, he was controlling all the action, rocking her back and forth on his shaft as she rode him cowgirl style. He pressed up and into her, thrusting although he was below her, over and over, waves of pleasure running through her body as he used her bo
dy like a sex doll.

  “That’s right, I want to feel you come,” said Scott. “Come on, honey tits. Let’s see you come.” Scott moved one hand down to Meredith’s ass, which he squeezed while he explored her chest with his other hand. His big, bear shifter hands, with the big paw marks, were firm and strong, and the paw mark calluses felt rough against Meredith’s skin, but they didn’t scratch her skin in the least.

  As Meredith’s nipples were tweaked, the sensations proved to be too much for her body to handle and she climaxed again, her third time, with Scott and Scott alone in her fairytale dream cabin, the smell of chocolate chip cookies permeating the scene, the chocolate as dark a temptation as the pair of devil’s threesomes she’d had in dreamland.

  Meredith felt her third and final orgasm in real life, and it was almost hard enough to wake her up. However, the orgasm proved to be so powerful that it was enough to physically exhaust Meredith and put her right to sleep, into a dreamless sleep, a rarity for Meredith but a peaceful sleep well-deserved after all her tossing and turning in the lonely bed.

  ***

  The next morning, Meredith woke up to soaked sheets and sighed: she knew it wasn’t pee, but her own sex juices. She hadn’t had wet dreams this strong since college, and now, she’d had them twice in less than a month. Living with a bunch of men was hard enough...why did they have to be handsome bear shifters?

  She looked at her calendar as she ran the laundry: she only had a week more to prepare the house for the bear shifters, because they were scheduled to wake up in exactly eight days. The thoughts of the sexy bear shifters had distracted her day and night, just when they were sleeping. Just how was she going to deal with being around all three of them when they woke up from hibernation?

  Red thought she had eight days to figure it out.

  Red was wrong.

  Chapter Six

  One Week Later

  The entire Joyce house was cleaned at this point, all floors scrubbed, and all errant papers that she’d found around the house were consolidated on the wooden desk in the living room. Any messes Meredith cleaned up were her own, mostly pots and pans from cooking. The bears hadn’t woken up but outside, the snow was starting to melt, the temperatures were rising, and there had been a few absolutely balmy spring-like days. The start of spring was still a few days a way, so she hadn’t woken up the bear shifters yet to ask for leave.