Bearly Breathing (Werebears of New Hampshire #1)(20)

She looked serious. “Do not tell Becca that I said that.”

“I won’t.”

“It’s a nice change not having to worry about designer outfits and make-up and what kind of car everyone is driving. Everyone in my circle is so concerned about the most superficial things. Sometimes I find it just exhausting. It must be liberating to live like you do and just let it all hang out.” She glanced at his package. “Literally.”

Edwin did enjoy his life but sometimes he found it lonely. It wasn’t lonely tonight though. Tonight he was with his mate.

They ate the second fish and Edwin threw another thick branch on the fire. It must’ve been getting cold out because Grace was shivering. She laid down on the dirt in front of the fire and curled in on herself as her thin body shook.

Edwin laid down behind her and wrapped his arm around her. He was expecting another slap but she didn’t move.

“You’re so warm,” she whispered. She tangled her fingers into his. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Anytime,” Edwin responded, getting dizzy from the sensuous smell of her hair.

“I can’t believe you’re a werebear,” she said. “My uncle Pete used to tell me stories of werebears but I never believed him. What’s it like?”

Edwin wasn’t good at explaining things in words. “It’s like having a bear inside you.”

Grace laughed. “You should get a reality show,” she said. “You would be famous.”

The thought of fame made Edwin shiver. That would be the last thing in the world he would want. “I just want to live in the woods,” he said. “With you.”

Grace laughed and turned around. They were face to face. There was a softness in her eyes that wasn’t there during the day. Edwin never felt so lucky before in his whole life.

“You wouldn’t want me to live with you,” she said, smiling. “I’d drive you crazy with all of my complaining.”

“It will drive me crazy to live without you,” he said.

She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. His bear purred and Edwin melted with that kiss. If his bear form had bonded to her in the river. His human form had bonded to her now.





Grace laid on the cold ground and dreamed of her soft, warm bed. Hell she even would’ve taken the hard bed with the scratchy sheets back at the cabin.

Her body shook as the cold of the night pierced her thin arms. She was always cold. And tonight was worse than ever. She was wearing small shorts and a thin tank top and her bikini underneath had never really, fully dried.


She wondered where her big, fluffy sweater and thick jogging pants that she brought were. She pictured a big cat fish wearing them on the bottom of the river.

Surprisingly Edwin had turned out to be comforting company tonight. And not just to look at. She felt safe around him. If the sight of him could send a pack of wolves running than she would be okay.

She also felt strangely comfortable and relaxed around him. He didn’t care about her social status or bank account. Or what her family name was or who she hung around with. He was just happy in her presence.

It was hard for Grace. She never knew if guys were trying to be with her to get favors from her Dad, like Rick, or to leach money from her, like Charlie. Guys from her world always seemed to have an ulterior motive with her.

Edwin was different. And it wasn’t just the fact that he could change into a brown bear.

He was sweet and manly at the same time. She had never met anyone who could fight off a pack of wolves and catch a fish with his hands. He had a calming presence about him. A raw, sexual energy that she found appealing and that her body responded to.

It was scary being in the woods but Edwin was there to protect her. And that turned her on.

She leaned in and kissed him.

Why not?

Tomorrow she would be gone, back to her nose-up-their-asses circle and this could be her little secret. In the future she could look back at the time when she got f*cked hard by the hot, manly naked guy in the forest when her stressed-out, overweight, investment banker husband was lazily sticking it in her on the couch between commercials.

Grace had taken some heat in her teenage years for what her Mom called ‘promiscuous behavior.’ It was improper. That was something that lower class sluts did. It wasn’t for a lady in her social position. She had conformed and changed her ways over the years but she still loved sex.

But tonight no one would know but her.

This guy lived in the woods. He was a recluse. He wouldn’t be gossiping about it at the Country Club or at the next charity event.

She kissed him again and this time slid her hands down his naked body. She brushed her fingers past his rough pubic hair, down along his shaft and he began to harden under her touch. He groaned and his body began to hum.

She gently nudged him over onto his back and sat up on her knees. His erection was hard as steel in her hands. Her mouth watered as she played with it, stroked it.

Grace leaned down and took him in her mouth. He groaned as she massaged his shaft with her tongue. She squeezed her lips around him as she glided her mouth up and down on his dick. She loved sucking cock. There was nothing better than a big dick in her mouth, slapping her tonsils around like a pinata. Women in her circles never talked about this kind of thing. That would be unladylike but Grace loved a good dick sucking.