The Bear Next Door (Forbidden Shifters Book 1) Read Free Page A

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?”
    Shit,
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