The Bear Next Door (Forbidden Shifters Book 1)

by Vanessa Devereaux

  “Yes, that was him. He’s gone out of town for a week on a new training program.”

  I don’t know why I told him that. It was almost as if he was compelling me to be perfectly honest about everything in my life.

  “By the way you have some dirt right on the end of that cute nose of yours.”

  He reached over and swiped his finger over my nose and cheeks. The bracelet brushed my skin. I saw the blood he’d been talking about.

  I looked into his eyes. Up this close they were almost mesmerizing. Little flecks of gold in the irises that seemed to twinkle. Almost like they were hypnotizing me.

  I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or not, but the next thing I knew his lips were on my mouth. His arms were wrapped around me and his body pushed into mine.

  We were suddenly both standing and I had no idea how we’d arrived to that position. Maybe he did have me under his spell. I tasted the honey from the lemonade on his lips and then on his tongue as it slipped over my bottom lip and into my mouth. Who knew that a shifter could kiss this well?

  His erect cock pushed into my belly and I couldn’t resist touching it. I slid my hand between what little space there was between our bellies and rested my fingers against it. His dick jerked and grew harder while his tongue slid farther into my mouth.

  I wanted him to fuck me right here in the back yard but if someone saw us and we didn’t have that permit, we’d both be in deep shit. I pulled away before I was on the point of no return.

  “I really want you to…”

  “Fuck you,” Andy said.

  “Yes but I play by the rules and we need a permit.”

  “We have 19 days, 3 hours 24 minutes and 27 seconds to wait,” he said.

  Was he just good at math or had he already worked that out before we got talking?

  “Patience was never one of my virtues,” he said.

  “Mine either but I’d hate to break a rule and have the Alliance bring back the non-sexual contact ban again.”

  Andy leaned up against the fence and shielded his eyes from the sun. “I wouldn’t want that to happen either, especially when I’m this close to sampling your pussy.”

  My panties grew wet just hearing the last three words of his sentence.

  “And your fuck buddy won’t mind you messing around with a shifter?”

  “He’s open minded, that’s why we’re friends,” I said.

  Andy’s phone rang from inside the house.

  “That’s probably the client I’ve been waiting to hear from and I have to go answer it.”

  “I should be going to. My number’s 413-555-0987. Call me if you ever need anything like a cup of honey.”

  I didn’t think he’d remember it but at least I was being neighborly. He turned and left. I lifted myself up over the fence, jumping down on the other side and looking at the hole in the ground. Maybe I’d plant a tree there now I’d gone to so much work digging it.

  I went into the house wondering what it was going to be like to be fucked by Andy.

  Chapter Three

  I couldn’t sleep that night. I watched a movie on my tablet while I sat in bed. I turned off the light but was still wide awake an hour later. I switched on the light, tried to read a book I’d been struggling to finish, but a noise outside got my attention.

  After quickly getting out of bed, I walked to the window and pushed the drapes apart but then stepped back and put my hand to my mouth. It was something I’d never seen before. A bear in the next door garden.

  I took another look, wondering if I’d imagined it. No, I hadn’t. I knew it was Andy. He stood on his hind legs and rubbed his back on the oak tree at the end of his yard.

  So big and so strong looking. I watched in awe as he got down on all fours, ran around for a few minutes, and then disappeared out of sight.

  I jumped when my phone rang. I wondered if it was Jon but realized it would be two a.m. his time.

  “Hello.”

  “I just realized you never told me your name.”

  It was Andy’s voice. I sat on the bed.

  “That was rude of me,” I said. “It’s April Ward.”

  “It would have been embarrassing too. I mean asking for a permit and not knowing the name of the person who I wanted to have sex with.”

  “So you’re sure you want to waste a permit on me?” I asked him.

  “Oh I’m very sure. Are you always up this late? I saw you standing in the window just now.”

  “For some reason I couldn’t sleep.”

  “What did you think of me as a bear?”

  “Impressive. Does it hurt when you shift?”

  “Does the first few times you do it, but after that your body gets used to it. Hardens to it in fact. I didn’t scare you did I?”

  “No not at all.”

  “You know most of us are good guys and we never hurt humans, right?”

  Despite the fear and scare tactics people had used, shifter attacks had been far and few between even when they’d first rolled into town and not been that civilized.

  “I do.”

  “So what are you doing? I mean seeing how you can’t sleep.”

  “I was reading a book.”

  “I love reading too. Mysteries are my favorite.”

  “Mine too,” I said.

  “You know what helps me sleep?”

  “Hot milk with honey in it?” I asked him.

  “Shit, that sounds revolting. No, there’s nothing like a good old orgasm to make you sleepy.”

  “Well my fuck buddy’s out of town and we don’t have a permit so I guess that’s out of the question.”

  “I could talk dirty over the phone to you and you could pleasure yourself. Don’t think you need a permit for that. In fact, think of it as your warm milk and a bedtime story.”

  I glanced in the mirror opposite my bed and knew I was blushing.

  “You want to give it a try?” he asked.

  “Haven’t you got anything better to do?”

  I did want to try it, but I also wanted to see what it was like to tease a bear so I pretended I could take or leave his offer.

  “I was working on a client’s new logo but I wasn’t in a creative mood and the reason I shifted and went outside.”

  “Did it help?” I asked. I pulled at a loose thread on my quilt while suddenly feeling nervous, anticipating what we were about to do. My question had also been a way for me to stall the inevitable.

  “No just made me horny. Would you like to help me get into a creative mood? You’d be helping my client too.”

  “How can I refuse that request.”

  “You can’t. So let’s start with you telling me what you’re wearing?”

  I burst out laughing. “That’s a bit of a cliché.”

  He laughed too. “I’ve never done this sort of thing with a non-shifter.”

  “I’ll give you a free pass this time,” I told him.

  “That’s generous of you.”

  “I’m wearing a tatty t-shirt and panties.” I looked in the mirror. I was happy that he couldn’t see just how tatty.

  “The thought of that’s making me hard,” Andy said.

  I pulled on the loose thread in the quilt again. “If you saw the t-shirt you wouldn’t be that aroused.”

  “How about the panties? Are they tatty too?”

  “No, in fact, they’re pink lace.” They were actually my favorite and I had no idea why I’d worn them to bed. Maybe meeting Andy, being kissed by him, had put me in a sexy state of mind.

  “Fuck, I’m getting harder by the second. And how about your nipples? Are they hard and pushing against the tatty t-shirt? I noticed this afternoon that you have great tits. Well at least what I saw of them through the dirt crusted top you were wearing.”

  I glanced down. Sure enough they were. It must be Andy’s voice that made them react like that.

  “And your lips. I mean your pussy ones. Are they as pink and plumb as the ones on your face?”

  Sh
it, I almost climaxed just hearing him talking about my pussy.

  “They are even pinker,” I said. I grew more brazen by the second.

  “Oh boy, I can’t wait to see them and put my lips on them, and flick my tongue inside your channel.”

  I actually felt my juices running down my left thigh.

  “Does your fuck buddy talk as dirty as me?”

  I hated to admit that even when he did, it didn’t turn me on as much as Andy.

  “Sometimes,” I said.

  “Would you take your panties off for me?”

  I didn’t want to admit that I’d do anything for him.

  “Sure.”

  I set the phone down, stood, and then pulled my panties down my legs.

  “Maybe I’ll have to drill a hole in the wall so I can peek in on you,” Andy said.

  I heard two bangs against the wall. The mirror on it shook. Even our bedrooms were side by side.

  The thought of him being on the other side of what was probably a thin piece of mortar and sheetrock excited and scared me at the same time.

  “Are you using your cell phone?” he asked.

  “It’s all I have.”

  “Me too. How about taking a selfie of your pussy and sending it to me.”

  I bit my lip. “What if you broadcast it on the Internet?”

  “Do you really think I’d do that? This is for my eyes only.”

  “Just joking. I trust you.”

  I did. I didn’t know him that well but there was something about him that told me this was a man whose word was his honor.

  I spread my legs and was about to snap a photo when he stopped me.

  “Wait a minute. How about playing with yourself for a bit before you take the photo. I want to see what you look like when you’re aroused. I want to know what I have to look forward to.”

  “Maybe you can give me some directions,” I said.

  “Spread your legs and run those cute fingers through your folds.”

  I closed my eyes and let my finger play with my folds. I was already slick so they passed over them with ease.

  “You a clit sort of girl?” he asked.

  “I’m an everything sort of girl,” I replied.

  “Give it a little attention.”

  I put the pad of my index finger on the aching nub and massaged it.

  “How does that feel?” asked Andy.

  “Good but it’s much better when someone else does it for me.”

  “Soon, baby, soon.”

  His voice was becoming huskier now.

  “I’m growing impatient so how about you slip your finger into your pussy and make it pink and slick for the photo.”

  I was under his control. I took my finger and slid it inside me. A groan must have escaped from my lips because he responded.

  “Did you climax or what?” Andy asked.

  “Nope, but I’d like to.”

  “What are you waiting for, finger fuck yourself.”

  I was more than happy to do what he’d requested. I set my head back on my pillow while imagining it was Andy who was going to work on me. I pushed my butt upward as my finger moved faster inside me. I groaned and cried out and then came without any of the usual warning signs.

  “Take the photo now,” said Andy.

  My hand was shaking, my body still in a state of arousal, but I managed to grab my phone and snapped a shot.

  “What’s your phone number?” I asked him.

  “It’s 489-555-0811”

  My hand still shook as I typed it and then sent the photo. I hoped he liked what he saw.

  “Fuck, I might need to take a cold shower,” said Andy. “You were not lying when you said your pussy lips were pinker. And I like that you don’t wax everything away.”

  Shit, I hadn’t trimmed and waxed for weeks and I probably looked like a forest. Maybe werebears didn’t care about unsightly bushes.

  “How about you? Are you going to jerk off?” I asked him.

  “You want to listen while I do?”

  “And then send me a photo of your cock.”

  He didn’t respond but next thing I knew I could hear him panting and grunting.

  “I’m doing this while looking at your pussy photo and I’m going to come real soon,” he said. I heard more groaning and then my phone vibrated and I looked at the photo he’d sent.

  It couldn’t be real. I’d heard rumors and yes, they were just rumors that the shifter’s dicks were of legendary size.

  “You like what you see?” I heard him asking me.

  I was still speechless.

  “I’m impressed,” I finally managed to get out of my mouth.

  “Just wait till it meets your pussy. I think they’re going to like one another.”

  “Exactly how long did you say it was until we can get that permit?” I asked him.

  He laughed. “Patience is a virtue. And I hate to talk dirty and run, but I have to get these design sketched.”

  “And I’m suddenly feeling sleepy.”

  “Sweet dreams.”

  Chapter Four

  Monday I had a bad day. First of all my car wouldn’t start, and then when I got to work the air conditioning had decided to stop working. It had to be on the hottest day of the year.

  “What did you do over the weekend?” asked one of my co-workers. She wiped her face with a washcloth and then waved her hand in front of her face. The perspiration was also dripping down my chest and back.

  “I did some gardening.”

  If you can call just digging a fucking great hole in the ground gardening.

  “That doesn’t sound very exciting.”

  I didn’t want to tell her I’d also had a dirty phone call with the werebear that lived next door.

  I looked up to see our manager step into the room. He too had sweat pouring down his face.

  “The air conditioning won’t be fixed today so the CEO has decided to send us all home. Think of it as an extra vacation day.”

  “Best news I’ve heard all day,” I said.

  “I think I’m going swimming,” said my co-worker. “How about you?”

  “Just going to laze around the house,” I said.

  And maybe stare out my window too.

  ****

  I didn’t feel like eating lunch when I got home. I’d left the air conditioning on full blast when I left for work that morning but my house was still stifling hot. I headed upstairs, changed into my sundress, and was putting away my work clothes when the doorbell rang.

  I pounded down the stairs, opened the door and there stood Andy.

  I remembered our dirty phone sex from last night. Me sending him the photo of my pussy and then seeing his dick. In a way I was hoping we’d avoid one another until we got the permit, but I guess that had been wishful thinking.

  “I hate to bother you but the freezer part of my refrigerator seems to have died on me and it’s stacked full of frozen dinners. Would you have any spare room in your freezer until I get it fixed?”

  I knew I only had a few items in there. I make everything from scratch so my freezer is never that full. However, even if it wasn’t, I would have thrown some food out to help my sexy neighbor.

  “Sure, no problem.”

  “I’ll just go get everything and I’ll be right back.”

  *****

  He arrived ten minutes later with a couple of supermarket bags overflowing with frozen food.

  “If you’re wondering why I own so much frozen food…truth is that this bear likes ready-made fare.”

  He set everything down on the kitchen table and as he turned around, I noticed a stain on the front of his shirt.

  “Is something leaking in one of the bags?” I asked him, pointing to the round brown stain.

  “Shit, will you look at that, it’s the Thai sauce. It must have already started to defrost.”

  “Let’s get these into the freezer and then we’ll take care of the stain.”

  I held the door open whil
e he loaded everything into my freezer. I was about to get a sponge for his shirt when I saw him removing it.

  Geez, I wasn’t going to last five minutes with him semi-naked like this. The thought of that large cock and it thrusting inside my pussy almost made me dizzy. I opened the freezer door again, hoping it would cool me down, but it didn’t.

  I had to get my act together. After all, this was just a sexy bear and nothing more and I didn’t relish being on the wrong end of the law should someone discover we’d fucked without a permit.

  “Here, let me,” I said, taking the shirt from him.

  I took it to the sink and dabbed at the stain.

  “This is very sweet of you. I mean letting me use the freezer and then washing my shirt.”

  “It’s what neighbors are for…”

  He closed in behind me, his body just mere inches from mine. I felt his heat permeating into mine, and shook at the feel of his erection brushing against my butt.

  “Are you trying to drive me over the edge or what?” I asked him.

  He put his nose into the air.

  “Your cream is so sweet to my nose. Washing a bear’s shirt turns you on does it?”

  “I think you’re testing my willpower.”

  I turned around and looked him in the eye.

  “Just think how great it will be when we get the permit,” he said.

  “If we get it. While I was driving home I heard that women and their bears have already started to line up at the county offices for next month’s permits.”

  “We’ll get one, don’t you worry.”

  He looked at his watch. “I have to get home for a business call but for your kindness at letting me invade your freezer, how about I come back around dinner time? We can zap one of the meals in the microwave and I’ll bring dessert and a bottle of wine too.”

  I knew I should have said no but I didn’t.

  Chapter Five

  Andy arrived at 8 p.m. with a bottle of wine and a tiramisu from the local Italian deli. He looked more tempting than ever in his tight jeans, T-shirt, and had that just out of the shower look. His face was slightly flushed, his hair still damp and slicked back. I got a whiff of his bear scent combined with woodsy aftershave as he walked by me.