Page 25 of Bear with Me
I loved the silky texture of his beard as he rubbed his jaw against my palm. "You can wear it tonight. Come on."
I followed him to the bedroom, but I didn't go inside. The sound of his clothes rustling was enough to make my mouth water. I didn't want my ass to get any more ideas.
When Ollie walked out of the bedroom, my mind tried to commit every ripple, curve, and slab of muscle to memory. My gaze traveled from his hairy shins to the thicker pelt on his chest before settling on the gorgeous cock framed by a darker triangle of pubic hair. He was the hottest person I'd ever seen naked. I adjusted my cock in my pants and followed him to the back door.
The first frigid blast chilled my libido back to a manageable level. I followed him off the small deck and down a well-worn path through the snow into the woods. After a few feet, I looked back over my shoulder and could barely make out the yellow light over the back door.
I bumped into the hind legs of a giant bear. On all fours, Ollie's tail came up to my navel. His brown fur stood out against the snow-covered trees. If I'd been paying attention, I wouldn't have run into him.
Here in the small clearing, he had room to turn around and face me. His eyes were larger in this form, but they still held hisintelligence. He leaned forward over his front paws and bumped his nose against my chest.
I tugged off my mittens, not caring that my hands instantly turned red from the cold. Running my fingers through his fur, I relished how thick and warm it was. "You're magnificent," I said.
He huffed and pressed his head against me again. I lost my balance and toppled backward into the snow. He pounced on me, his heavy body pressing me into the snow as he studied me. His face was so close to mine, my eyes couldn't focus. I felt like I would go cross-eyed trying to meet his hypnotic gaze.
He shoved his nose between my neck and the hood of his parka. His wet tongue dipped into my ear, and I shrieked. "Stop licking me!"
A hot puff of air filled the hood, but he pulled back. It was even worse when he licked from my chin to my forehead, his saliva catching in my nostrils. "Gross! No! Bad bear!"
The rumbles in his chest sounded a lot like laughter. Finally, he got off me and ambled toward the trail leading back to the cabin.
"You don't want to go for a walk?"
He shook his head, which led to a full body shimmy. Then, he tilted his head back toward the cabin. When he reached the deck, he rose up on his hind legs. This was the second time I'd seen him shift back to his human form, but my brain didn't know how to process what I saw. He morphed from being a bear to being a man, and my brain registered only a blur in between.
"Thank you," I said once we were back in the warm cabin. "It was lovely to meet your bear."
"He wanted to mark you," Ollie said from the bedroom. From the muffled sound, he was pulling on his shirt. "I convinced him to lick you instead."
"Did he have to lick my nose?" I continued down the hallway, pulling off his coat before I overheated and tossing it over theback of the loveseat. "I didn't mean to wipe it all over your parka. It's a mess."
He laughed. "It'll smell like you now. It's no problem at all."
I washed my hands and face in the bathroom before setting about making us some hot chocolate to go with the last of the cookies. Then, I stared at the fireplace, wondering why I'd asked for a cabin with no television.
Of course, I knew why. I couldn't be trusted to do any work with a television remote in hand. Not only that, but it would be too sad to see all the bowl games on television without being able to hear my dad yelling at the players, coaches, and even the commentators. He'd loved all college sports. Cassie was the sportsball member of our family, with her field hockey scholarship and her quick grasp of rules. I didn't understand anything beyond how damn much my dad loved his alma mater, THE Ohio State, and how often they made it to the top of every NCAA competition, from football to basketball and everything in between.
Still, it would be nice to watch my favorite Christmas movie of all time. The night was still young, even though it had been dark for a few hours.
Ollie must have felt the same way. He propped his laptop on the countertop next to the remaining plate of cookies. "Do you still need to write? I can put on some Christmas music?—"
"I'm done for the day," I assured him. "What did you have in mind?"
"Christmas movies?"
"That depends."
He smirked. "On?"
"Do you agreeDie Hardis a Christmas movie?"
"It's the only Christmas movie," he said. "It's already cued up."
I blinked. "Did we already talk about this?" With most potential boyfriends, I didn't launch into my praise ofDie Harduntil we'd shared at least two orgasms.
He pulled out a stool and motioned for me to sit on his thick thighs. "Come here."
We sat like that, munching on cookies, sipping our drinks (milk for Ollie, lemonade for me), and watching the movie until Ollie squirmed beneath me. "Shit. Are you all right?"
