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Anyway, ecologists will say that the solitary nature of black bears without young is a result of multiple factors including competition for resources, territoriality, and individual preferences. I think it’s mostly individual preference but that’s easy for me to say because I’m describing bear shifters and the human part of me influences and is influenced by the bear part.
But I would be glad to spend all of my time with Melody. That’s a damned powerful thing for me to say, actually, the kind of thing that makes little sense in any way other than emotional.
I don’t quite understand how she affects me so powerfully. I mean, I understand why I enjoy sex with her. It’s hard not to enjoy sex with someone who looks like Melody. To say she’s the best I’ve ever had would be the understatement of the century.
I also understand why I enjoy her company. She’s sweet and smart and funny, and though I don’t prefer the company of others, when I do, I like people like Melody who have that perfect blend of sweetness and engagement that make every moment interesting.
What I don’t understand is the desire to spend every moment with her, the inability to imagine a life where I don’t spend every moment with her. I don’t understand why I need her so badly that I can’t think of anything else but how to keep her with me every second.
The first time I see her, I’m able to dismiss this urge and tell myself it’s just the afterglow of the best sex of my life. I’m able to release her and go back to being alone.
This time, I can’t deny the power she has over me, and that power frightens the hell out of me.
The truth is, I don’t know how to belong to someone. I don’t know how to need someone so much that I can’t help but be desperate for them. I don’t know how to not imagine life without someone.
I feel all of those things for Melody, though, and knowing that when she leaves, I will never be as happy without her as I am with her is frightening. It’s so different from what I’m used to feeling. A part of me wishes I had never met her. If I never knew what I was missing, I could have been content to be one with the forest for the rest of my life, like a proper bear.
That’s a small part of me, though, and easily ignored. The truth is that I’m grateful to be with her and excited at the possibility that we might be together for more than just a moment.
I am pulled by my thoughts when I smell another bear shifter. I frown, wondering what on Earth someone else is doing here.
I know I’m supposed to be the one who solves disputes, but it’s been so long since I’ve settled one that I get used to the idea that I’ll never have to do that again.
Clearly, I was wrong to be so confident.
The shifter nods curtly, about as much of a greeting as bears ever give each other. “There are four bears coming to see you tomorrow,” he says gruffly. “We have a problem.”
Chapter Six
Gemma
This is the first time I've ever made love outdoors.
Don't get me wrong. I've made love in a tent but I'm talking about just outside. It's an entirely different experience. I know this is silly but as I lower myself onto Russel's incredible cock, the first thing that comes to mind is that the forest around us creates a melody as our soundtrack.
Get it?
A melody, and my name is Melody.
Get it?
Yeah, it's not really funny, I know, and I guess people who say that a pun is the lowest form of humor are right.
But that's what happens to my mind, nonetheless. As I slide down onto him, I can hear the breeze, which is really slight, rustling through the pine trees. I mean, I'm assuming they're pines. I guess they could be first, right?
In addition to the sound of the breeze and the pine needles, I can hear the sound of insects chirps. I can hear the occasional rustle of leaves from scurrying animals. I can also hear the songs of birds. In the distance, I hear the steady gurgling of the stream and further off, the roar of the rapids, which is more of a hum because of how far away we are.
It's so strange to feel engaged in this moment with my ears and not just my sense of touch. I don't know if that makes sense but usually, if my ears get involved in sex, it's just to hear moans, grunts, or whatever.
I suppose because of the beauty of this moment, the love I feel for the sounds of nature mixed in with the affection I feel for Russel and the beauty, I guess, of sex with him, I move slowly and sensually once he's inside of me. I rest my hands on his chest and look at him as I roll my hips slowly and carefully.
You know what? My sense of sight is engaged more fully as well. I want to look at his face but it's pretty damned difficult not to notice that we're on a bed of clover. I mean, we're on clover and the closest I've ever come to something like that is when I had a blanket with a flower pattern on it. I lift my head and look around as I move.
There are flowers typical of the Pacific Northwest here as well.
It's amazing to see them as I feel Russel's cock stretching me so profoundly and, frankly, I'm grateful that he's letting me set the pace so I can experience all of this, this strange new outdoor environment for something that's only an indoor thing for me. The flowers are beautiful. To my right, there's a patch of hellebores with big, blue, bell-shaped blossoms.
In front of me, about ten feet away, there's a group of sunflowers. They're facing the other direction, though. I'm assuming that will change in the morning. To my left, there's a bush that's covered with blossoms. I'd say it's red columbine but to tell the truth, I have no idea what red columbine looks like. They're pretty, though, and I'm pretty sure they're what's growing. I take another look to make sure and it's enough to make my vision cross a little. I can see bees pollinating some of them and I can also see other bees buzzing around seeking nectar elsewhere. It's fascinating to see this while I'm moving on top of this god of a man.
