Bearly Hanging On (A Werebear Shifter BBW Romance) (Laid Bear Book 3) by Marina Maddix
Authors: Marina Maddix
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ferry—“
Once again, she was silenced in the most delightful manner. The ferocity with which he claimed her mouth nearly sent her over the edge. No one had ever been so passionate about her before. It was something she could get used to.
The urgency slackened and his caresses became more luxurious, slower, sweeter. Little kisses rained down on her face, heedless of her heavy makeup. Hands cradled her face, fingers stroked her skin, a thigh pushed between hers. She’d never been happier in her life…or so she thought. Chet’s next words set the bar a mile higher.
“Crystal, I love you. I will love you no matter what. Tall or short, pink hair or gray, punk or wastoid. None of that shit matters. What matters is us, how we feel about each other.”
Were those tears shimmering in his eyes? They were! Her heart nearly exploded all over the place.
“And I know I’m not supposed to say this or you’ll think I’m needy, but it’s true. I am needy. I need you. Now and forever, I need you. I’m sorry if that’s too fast for you, but I won’t hide it. If you don’t want me to say it again, I’ll stop, but I had to tell you at least once.”
She’d never felt so loved or so whole before. The future was far away, and she had no idea what was going to happen when she left for school in the fall, but right here, right now, she’d found the perfect guy, and nothing was going to stop her from enjoying every minute with him.
A single tear spilled down his cheek and she couldn’t resist kissing it away. Moving her lips a fraction of an inch away from his, she peered up at him, blinking back her own tears.
“Never stop.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Remind me again why we can’t tell our families about us,” Crystal murmured into his chest as they cuddled under a wool blanket on a rock outcropping that overlooked Hardy Channel. They’d been meeting before and after work for three days, hanging out and learning about each other. Chet had carefully skirted the topic of his being a werebear, not exactly lying but certainly not fully exposing himself. She was skittish enough as it was because of their different backgrounds, he didn’t want to freak her out completely. Not yet, anyway.
“I told you, my family’s beliefs forbid us from being with, um, outsiders. It’s going to take some time for them to accept this and I don’t want to upset them if you decide you don’t want to be with me.”
She tilted her head up, her ice blue eyes holding a slice of doubt. “Or you. You could change your mind, you know.”
Damn, she was cute. With the smallest shake of his head, he bent down and placed a soft peck on her forehead and pulled her closer into him. “Nope. Not gonna happen.”
He wasn’t sure if the sigh he felt whisper across his neck was bliss or frustration. She so wanted to believe that he might leave her, but the very thought almost brought him to his knees in agony. Every time she hinted at it, his bear threatened to break loose and claim her so passionately that all uncertainty would be literally fucked out of her.
But they’d agreed to take the physical part of their relationship slow. It was absolute torment, but of the sweetest kind. Each kiss, every stroke, taught him what she responded to. When the time finally came to push passed that final boundary and make love, he would know how to make every curve and valley sing with joy.
“And my grandparents? They would cream themselves if they knew I was dating a gorgeous richie.”
“Gorgeous? Hmm, good to know…”
Her elbow jabbing into his ribs stopped his chuckling. “Seriously, Crystal, they would not be happy. Trust me on this.”
“I don’t get it. Is it because your uncle is Pop-Pop’s boss?”
“That’s part of it,” he hedged. “Let me ask you this. Have you ever…like, ever seen any townies lampin’ with anyone from our group?”
“I haven’t even been here a month, Tubbs. I wouldn’t know who was who. Doy!”
“I’ve
Once again, she was silenced in the most delightful manner. The ferocity with which he claimed her mouth nearly sent her over the edge. No one had ever been so passionate about her before. It was something she could get used to.
The urgency slackened and his caresses became more luxurious, slower, sweeter. Little kisses rained down on her face, heedless of her heavy makeup. Hands cradled her face, fingers stroked her skin, a thigh pushed between hers. She’d never been happier in her life…or so she thought. Chet’s next words set the bar a mile higher.
“Crystal, I love you. I will love you no matter what. Tall or short, pink hair or gray, punk or wastoid. None of that shit matters. What matters is us, how we feel about each other.”
Were those tears shimmering in his eyes? They were! Her heart nearly exploded all over the place.
“And I know I’m not supposed to say this or you’ll think I’m needy, but it’s true. I am needy. I need you. Now and forever, I need you. I’m sorry if that’s too fast for you, but I won’t hide it. If you don’t want me to say it again, I’ll stop, but I had to tell you at least once.”
She’d never felt so loved or so whole before. The future was far away, and she had no idea what was going to happen when she left for school in the fall, but right here, right now, she’d found the perfect guy, and nothing was going to stop her from enjoying every minute with him.
A single tear spilled down his cheek and she couldn’t resist kissing it away. Moving her lips a fraction of an inch away from his, she peered up at him, blinking back her own tears.
“Never stop.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Remind me again why we can’t tell our families about us,” Crystal murmured into his chest as they cuddled under a wool blanket on a rock outcropping that overlooked Hardy Channel. They’d been meeting before and after work for three days, hanging out and learning about each other. Chet had carefully skirted the topic of his being a werebear, not exactly lying but certainly not fully exposing himself. She was skittish enough as it was because of their different backgrounds, he didn’t want to freak her out completely. Not yet, anyway.
“I told you, my family’s beliefs forbid us from being with, um, outsiders. It’s going to take some time for them to accept this and I don’t want to upset them if you decide you don’t want to be with me.”
She tilted her head up, her ice blue eyes holding a slice of doubt. “Or you. You could change your mind, you know.”
Damn, she was cute. With the smallest shake of his head, he bent down and placed a soft peck on her forehead and pulled her closer into him. “Nope. Not gonna happen.”
He wasn’t sure if the sigh he felt whisper across his neck was bliss or frustration. She so wanted to believe that he might leave her, but the very thought almost brought him to his knees in agony. Every time she hinted at it, his bear threatened to break loose and claim her so passionately that all uncertainty would be literally fucked out of her.
But they’d agreed to take the physical part of their relationship slow. It was absolute torment, but of the sweetest kind. Each kiss, every stroke, taught him what she responded to. When the time finally came to push passed that final boundary and make love, he would know how to make every curve and valley sing with joy.
“And my grandparents? They would cream themselves if they knew I was dating a gorgeous richie.”
“Gorgeous? Hmm, good to know…”
Her elbow jabbing into his ribs stopped his chuckling. “Seriously, Crystal, they would not be happy. Trust me on this.”
“I don’t get it. Is it because your uncle is Pop-Pop’s boss?”
“That’s part of it,” he hedged. “Let me ask you this. Have you ever…like, ever seen any townies lampin’ with anyone from our group?”
“I haven’t even been here a month, Tubbs. I wouldn’t know who was who. Doy!”
“I’ve
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