Bear of Interest

by Unknown

  The scent of her arousal got sharper as he parted her cheeks and saw the opening to the pink prize awaiting him. He took out the condom, unzipped his pants, dropped them along with his boxers, and soon his dick was covered.

  Maybe when their relationship got more serious, he’d encourage her to start using birth control pills so he didn’t have to wear these hideous things.

  Cole held her hips tight so she was perfectly still and then slowly he pushed his dick into her pussy. He gave slow easy thrusts at first, holding her breasts and pulling on her nipples as his hips moved faster. Cole smiled as he looked down and saw her toes beginning to curl upward.

  He knew it would drive her over the edge. He stood still and let his cock do all the work inside her. She grew restless and he had to hold her still for her own good.

  “It’s okay Sammy, just enjoy it.”

  She shook in his arms, her toes curling downward this time.

  He moved his dick into top gear, hearing her pant and scream, almost falling to the ground and losing their connection.

  “Okay, baby, the finale,” he said, moving his hips once again.

  She arched back, squeezed his dick and that’s all it took for him to also find his release.

  They stood still, still locked, him taking in her scent. He needed to shift and run but he knew it would seem odd if he announced that’s what he was going to do yet again after they’d had sex.

  “Can I get a raincheck on that coffee because there’s a patient I have to check on?”

  He pulled out and she turned around. So much for getting involved with a doctor. Guess they were always on call or had someone to check out.

  “Sure, and how about you come over and I’ll start your portrait.”

  “You really want to do that?”

  “Sure I do. I’d say I’d cook you a meal, but I’m a hopeless chef.”

  “Then I’ll bring pizza.”

  “And I haven’t forgotten about the bear painting. If you can find one for me to sketch, let me know.”

  ****

  Sam hadn’t really expected to get a call from one of the ladies at Cougar Crafts inviting her to go chat with them about the possibility of teaching a painting class. Things had certainly looked up since she’d met Cole.

  “Can we get you some tea? We’ve just brewed some,” asked the smaller lady who’d introduced herself as Mona.

  “No, that’s fine. I’ve had too much caffeine today already.”

  The other one, named Julie, brought over two iced teas and set them on the table before sitting down.

  “We’re thinking of offering a different craft class each night. Hannah’s very kindly agreed to give any participant a discount at her cafe, so I think we’d be off to a good start. We like to keep things within our group,” said Julie. Sam couldn’t help but see Mona kick her business partner’s foot.

  “I mean we’ve all known one another for years and we like to help out friends.” She took a quick sip of her tea and glanced sideways at Julie.

  “You being a friend of Cole’s, we thought we’d offer you first refusal at teaching the art class,” added Julie.

  “I’m flattered. I mean I’m self-taught.”

  “Sometimes that makes for a great teacher. I mean you know what problems you had and therefore others might run into the same issues,” said Mona.

  “That’s true. So when would you like me to start?”

  “We were thinking next month. Every Thursday for about two hours,” said Julie. “You can set the price and we’d split it fifty-fifty with you.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  The bell sounded out in the store signaling customers.

  “I’ll just go see who that is,” said Mona.

  “So are you and Cole getting serious?” asked Julie.

  “I think we’re in the getting to know one another phase.”

  And having great sex, Sam almost added.

  “So many shifters are…”

  “Julie,” shouted Mona, standing in the doorway.

  There was that word again.

  “Am I missing something because you mentioned shifter discount before when I was here?” asked Sam.

  “Inside joke,” said Mona, rejoining them. “We call everyone in the group shifters because some people move around a lot.”

  Was Sam looking for something that wasn’t there? Had her life been so full of let downs and disappointments, that when someone and something good came along, she went looking for any little excuse to see faults and problems?

  She hoped that was the case because she so wanted her relationship with Cole to be perfect.

  ****

  “Stop moving so much,” said Sam. She’d spent an hour setting up her paints and canvas after she’d gotten home from work; and now Cole wouldn’t sit still for more than a few minutes at a time.

  “I told you I wouldn’t be able to do it,” said Cole, reaching for another slice of pizza. He dropped some sauce down onto his t-shirt. “Damn,” he said. He took it off and began dabbing at the stain with the napkin.

  His biceps stood out like beacons to her. Now she’d never be able to concentrate on the task at hand.

  “Maybe you could paint me in the nude,” he said.

  “You think anyone would buy that sketch? I’m not saying you’re not sexy but…”

  Before she knew it he’d stood and taken off his jeans and boxers.

  “First time I’ve seen you without a hard-on and you’re still pretty impressive,” said Sam.

  “Say something sexy to me,” said Cole.

  “What?”

  “Something dirty.”

  “I’d like you to take my clothes off and fuck me all night.” That wasn’t the sexiest of things but it was all she could think of on the spur of the moment.

  She watched as he grew hard before her eyes.

  “Is that all it takes?” she asked.

  “It’s the way you said it,” said Cole.

  “Are you going to sit still now or what?”

  “I’ll try, but make sure you get my penis in the right proportion.”

  “You guys, it’s all you think about.”

  “And you don’t worry about your pussies and how they look to us?”

  “I can’t say that’s been a concern of mine, no.”

  “That’s because yours is very pretty.”

  “Thank you.”

  “In fact, it’s so beautiful, I’d like to paint it.”

  “What?”

  He stood and grabbed one of her paintbrushes. “Take off your panties, spread your legs and I’m going to paint your pussy.”

  The thought of it did send her into a frenzy, so she did what he asked. Cole approached her with brush in hand. Cole tickled her ankles with it, and then worked it up her calves. Her thighs were next for his attention, and then he dragged the soft bristles through her curls. He worked the brush over her folds and around her opening, letting a few stray hairs enter her.

  “Oh wow, having your pussy painted is better than I thought.”

  He wiggled it over her opening, just barely pushing the bristles inside her. She closed her eyes as he worked it upward and rested it on her clit. He was the artist this time, not her. He swept it backward and forward and then around and around the now very hard nub.

  She put her hand on his shoulder as she felt her orgasm rising and then it took her before she was ready. She held onto him but was scared she was going to fall over. Cole encouraged her to sit. He pushed her thighs apart and once again, painted strokes around her opening. He leaned into her body and kissed her.

  “You want me inside you?” he asked.

  She bit his bottom lip before answering. “I do and—

  His cell phone rang. He ignored it but when it continued to ring he reached over for it.

  “Damn, the clinic. I better get this.”

  He stood and mumbled something and then turned around.

  “I have to go deliver a baby but I’ll b
e back and we’ll finish this. You think you can hold on till then?”

  “Depends on how long that baby takes to arrive.”

  Chapter Nine

  Cole swore all the way to the clinic. He liked Jenna but why had she chosen such an inappropriate time to go into labor? Bear and Ash were at a medical conference in Portland, Oregon, and Charlotte, although capable of delivering a baby, thought it best that Cole oversee the imminent birth.

  He put on his scrubs and walked down the hall to the biggest birthing room they had. Brady’s investment kept his place up and running so it seemed fitting that his wife should have the very best room and first class treatment. He walked in to see Brady holding Jenna’s hand.

  “What are you doing here? Where’s Bear or Ash?” asked Brady.

  “At a conference.”

  “Today, of all days, when my wife is having our baby?” asked Brady.

  “Honey, it’s fine. They didn’t know I’d go into labor a few weeks early,” said Jenna.

  “So how are you doing?” asked Cole.

  “My water broke when we got here and I’m having lots of contractions,” said Jenna.

  “Okay, let’s take a look,” said Cole. He reached for his latex gloves and then lifted back the covers on the bed. “Just try and relax while I examine you.”

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” asked Brady.

  “I’m going to see how dilated your wife is.”

  “You are not looking at my wife’s private bits.”

  “I’m a doctor,” said Cole. “And how about I don’t look but just feel them?”

  “You will not put one finger on my wife’s pussy. Stand away from her or you’ll be sorry.”

  “You really are an asshole, Walsh, you know that? This is still all about me deflowering Abigail.”

  Brady puffed up his chest and took three strides over to him.

  “She wanted to experience a real bear for her first time,” said Cole.

  “Why you fucking bastard.”

  Brady took a swing at him, almost knocking him off his feet. Cole clenched his teeth. Asshole Walsh had stepped over the line this time. Cole got hold of Brady’s jacket and was about to throw him across the room when Brady bowed and took a run at him, both of them fell to the floor, rolling and swearing.

  “Take that loser,” said Brady, punishing him in the ribs.

  “I’d kick you in the balls but I’d have trouble finding any on you,” said Cole.

  Jenna whistled and then shouted. “Will you two stop this foolish behavior, and one of your better give me a fucking epidural because this hurts like hell.”

  Brady got up and rushed over to her. “You heard my wife, epidural and on the double.”

  ****

  Cole seriously thought about slipping Brady a tranquilizer. He’d been pacing up and down more like a cougar than a bear shifter. Jenna had gotten in an hour’s sleep after the epidural, but now it was time for her to start pushing.

  “I hope you won’t remember any image you’re seeing here tonight,” said Brady as Jenna put her feet on the stirrups.

  “Are we going to do this again?” asked Cole.

  “If you guys don’t stop this I’m going to give birth on my own, okay?” said Jenna. “Pretty soon we’ll have three babies in this room.”

  She was right. They were acting like two jerks.

  “Jenna, you want to give a nice big push for me,” said Cole.

  “Come on Jenna, just like we’ve practiced,” said Brady, imitating a push that almost made Cole laughed but he held it in.

  Jenna pushed down and groaned.

  “Okay rest time,” said Cole.

  “Nice deep breaths,” said Brady. “One, two, three, one, two three.”

  “And again Jenna,” said Cole.

  She pushed again, Brady did the same but this time a loud fart escaped from him.

  Cole burst out laughing and so did Jenna. “And there was me worried I was going to do that,” she said.

  “I had two beef and bean burritos for lunch, okay. Farting happens to everyone,” said Brady.

  He’d suppress any sarcastic comeback to that comment. And he certainly wouldn’t be waving his hands around in front of his nose. “You’re doing great Jenna, next push, really, really bear down, no pun indented. But not you Brady, because the air’s already a little putrid” said Cole. Yeah, he couldn’t stop himself from getting one little snarky remark in there.

  Jenna pushed and Cole saw the baby’s head begin to appear. Looked like it had very dark hair like Brady.

  “Take a rest and then another one exactly like the last one,” said Cole.

  Jenna groaned and cried out on the next three pushes which didn’t surprise Cole because this was a big baby.

  “One more,” said Cole.

  “I don’t think I can,” she said.

  “You can, you can do it,” said Brady.

  She screamed and pushed and then the baby slipped out into Cole’s hands. A boy who was perfect and beautiful, and suddenly Cole was really jealous of Brady. He had found his mate and now he had a son.

  Cole gave him a quick check over and then rested him on Jenna’s belly. He tied the cord and handed Brady the scissors.

  “There you go Dad,” said Cole. The words choked in his throat. He wanted a mate and a child so bad now that it caused him physical pain.

  “Honey, he’s the best looking baby I’ve ever seen,” said Brady.

  “Does he have any bear features?” asked Jenna.

  “Shifter marks on both his front and back,” said Cole. “But he’s going to be one fine bear when he’s ready to shift.”

  Damn, he hated to admit that too. He looked down, not wanting Brady to see the tears in his eyes.

  ****

  Sam tried to get her breath back as Cole parted her legs again. Since he’d returned from delivering Jenna and Brady Walsh’s baby, he seemed like he was a man on a mission. They’d fucked four times already and how he got hard so quickly after coming each time, Sam didn’t know. Not that she was complaining.

  He slid his cock inside her, pumped at her, sweat dripping from him and not her. The stirring in her pussy began again. Her body was in a permanent state of arousal now. She didn’t know where one orgasm finished and the next began.

  Sam ran her hands up his arms, feeling his biceps standing out more with each thrust and then he exploded inside her.

  “More baby, more,” he said, pulling out of her, putting on yet another condom and turning her onto her side.

  Sam held to the top of her bed as he slid into her pussy and they began to ride together, his leg going over the top of hers as he did his cock slapping trick. He kissed her neck, while bringing his hand around to her mound and before she knew it, he was playing with her clit.

  Oh my God, she wanted to say. Pussy and clit action, double whammy orgasm was on its way.

  She reared up, her tits pulling, her breasts erect. She took a deep breath coming twice, three times, four…she was in sex heaven.

  Cole made strange noises close to her ear; he almost sounded like a bear or some other animal.

  “I love your pussy,” he said, thrusting until he finally came and a warmth spread throughout her lower body.

  He pulled out and flopped onto his back.

  “Wow, Cole, you should deliver a baby before we have sex every time now.”

  He smiled. “I guess I needed to burn some calories.”

  “Was the baby cute?”

  He didn’t answer for a few seconds. “I guess so.”

  “Do guys get envious like women do when they see other people’s kids?”

  “Maybe,” he said.

  “A man of few words or is it something to do with Brady Walsh becoming a dad before you?”

  “No, I…okay, I’m a little jealous that he found someone before I did. Did I tell you they’ve called the baby Landon? It was his father’s name.”

  Sam shook her head. That was a cute name. />
  “All good things come to those who wait. That’s what my grandma used to say.”

  She thought it stupid, but now Sam believed it was true and her good thing had just rocked her world.

  ****

  It had been the first time they’d spent the night together. They woke up still holding hands.

  “I guess I should tell you more about me,” said Sam. She knew they were at the point of their relationship that he should know why she’d been so guarded initially, and why sometimes he’d still need to give her space.

  “Only if you want to,” said Cole.

  “Yeah, I want to. I was born to a single mother. I never knew who my father was. I don’t know if she didn’t know or didn’t want to ever let others know. She got in with some bad people and when I was four she was murdered.”

  Cole turned to face her. He ran his fingers down the side of her face. “Sammy, I’m so sorry. That’s horrible.”

  Sam nodded. “It’s one of the reasons I became a cop and had my heart set on being with the homicide division. They never found who killed my mother so I guess each time I find a killer it’s compensation.”

  “I can understand that. So did you have other relatives who raised you?”

  Sam nodded. “I lived with my gran until I was in first grade but then she got too sick to look after me and I became a product of the foster care system.”

  Sam remembered one home after the other and how she’d started acting out and stealing and lying, biting other kids. She shook her head. It felt like a lifetime ago. “I didn’t do really well. They couldn’t find me adoptive parents because I was considered troubled and I got moved around the state and more angry at the world.”

  “It must have been tough.”

  “It was a nightmare. Some of the foster parents were physically and verbally abusive. I hated it and couldn’t wait until I was eighteen and on my own.”

  “What happened then?” asked Cole.

  “I got my shit together, started to go to school so I could live my dream of catching bad guys. I also started counseling and that’s how I took up painting. My first ones supposedly showed all my pent up anger and frustration.”

  “And that’s all gone, right?”