My Secret Bear (MM Paranormal Shifter Romance) Read online

  My Secret Bear

  By Richard Sizemore

  Copyright 2015 Richard Sizemore

  All Rights Reserved

  What’s manlier than the love of two men?

  My Secret Bear

  Matt Merlot lives alone in the cabin his grandparents gave him. It's not a bad life -- peaceful, but a bit lonely sometimes. However, when he discovers a mysterious paw print in his garden one morning, he can't help but be a bit curious about where it came from.

  His questions only become more numerous when a mysterious biker named Tad shows up asking questions about animal sightings. Of course, Tad is almost more distracting than the paw print -- he's devastatingly handsome.

  When circumstance brings the two men together in close quarters, sparks fly, and they find themselves exploring new perspectives and learning surprising things about the other...

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  I glanced up from my book, casting a look out the window. It was the third time that night I’d gotten the distinct impression that someone was watching me, and it was really starting to creep me out. All the hair on my neck and arms was standing on end, and I couldn’t explain why.

  I lived alone in my grandparent’s old house in the country. It worked, most of the time; I preferred to keep to myself, and the old house offered plenty of privacy and storage space for my books. Because I worked as a freelance designer, I did everything from the computer, and rarely needed to venture out. This left me with all the time I needed to pursue my hobbies, and to start a nice vegetable and herb garden in the backyard.

  Actually, that’s what I was reading — a book on gardening. I wasn’t blessed with a green thumb, so I’d been struggling to keep things alive. I hoped to find some nugget of knowledge somewhere in the pages of the book that would help me do a better job of it, but so far I hadn’t had much luck. I figured I was either overwatering or I’d planted it in the wrong place and it didn’t get enough sunlight.

  Such is life, though. But now that I’d started to get the feeling of being watched, I was on edge. For a 22 year old guy living alone this far from civilization, it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. My nearest neighbor was over a mile away, and I knew there would be no one nearby to help me if I needed it.

  I stood up and strode across the room, checking the doors of the house. Both the front and back doors were locked, so I knew I was safe from burglary. I wasn’t stupid; being alone, I had a hunting rifle that I was somewhat proficient with. If there was anything I learned from being raised on a farm, it was how to take care of myself.

  I walked into the kitchen and peered out the window, half afraid I would find a face peering back at me. Much to my relief, I did not. I brewed a cup of chamomile tea and downed it quickly, then headed for bed. I’d been at work all day, and then spent much of the evening fighting with the vegetable. Maybe it was just never, and a good nights’ sleep would help take care of that, I hoped.

  As I pulled the blankets up over my head and turned off the light, I felt more at ease. It was probably just my imagination; even after living here for so long, the night and the solitude could still get to me at times and play tricks on the mind. It was worth a few creepy nights to keep up my lifestyle, though, so I couldn’t complain.

  I closed my eyes and thought of the vegetable garden, and knew tomorrow would be better.

  When I awoke in the morning, I walked into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee brewing, as per my usual routine. I slipped into a pair of shoes and walked to the front of the house, retrieving the mail from the mailbox and the paper from my doorstep, and then walked around the house, past the rhododendrons my grandmother had loved, to where my newly tilled and planted vegetable garden lay waiting.

  I knew there wouldn’t be much change, but I still checked on it daily to make sure there were no animals messing with it. There were a number of wild rabbits and boars in the forest that would take any opportunity they could for an easy meal, and that put a lot of gardens at risk. One of the farmers who lived a few miles up the road made a sport out of shooting wild boar, and would often offer me some of the meat after he found a particularly large one. “It’s just me out there, and too much meat on this ol’ beast for me to eat. Here, have some, son.” I laughed at the memory. He was a kind old man, living out the rest of his days at something he loved.

  It was an admirable lifestyle, I had to admit. The garden looked the same as usual, with the vegetables planted in perfect rows. Most showed almost no signs of life, but a few buds had begun to sprout through the soft dirt. As I walked around the perimeter, I noticed something strange: a huge paw print in the dirt. I knelt down to look at it, perplexed.

  There was nothing in this area that could make a paw print of that size. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was made by a bear…by that didn’t make any sense.

  The closest bears were more than two hundred miles to the north. I suppose it’s feasible that one could have made its way down this far, but I didn’t think it was very likely.

  I stood up and scratched my head. Odd. Maybe it was just a particularly large dog, but a small part of my mind knew that couldn’t possibly be the case — not with an imprint that size. Maybe I should go down to the town hall and make a report, or ask a few questions. Somebody might know what was going on better than I did.

  I shrugged it off for the moment; there was nothing I could do, anyway. I went into the house and took a quick shower, and was just making breakfast when a roar split the silence of the morning. I leaned forward and looked out the window, and to my surprise, a motorcycle was racing down my long driveway.

  I went to the front door and stepped outside as it came to a stop, the driver swaggering up to the steps, removing the clasps from his helmet as he did so.

  “Can I help you?” I asked. I was trying to be polite, but like I said, I didn’t care overly much for company.

  He removed the last of his straps and pulled the helmet from his head, and I nearly gasped. He was gorgeous. With piercing blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair, and an easy smile, this man looked like something out of one of the cheap romance novels I read for fun. “Hey, I’m sorry to bother you so early in the morning. My name’s Tad.” He held out his hand, and I took it, giving it a firm shake. A small smile crossed his face as I did so, as though he were impressed. “I didn’t mean to come down your drive quite that fast, so I apologize if it bothered you. I don’t normally drive a bike on these sorts of roads, so I was fighting to control it.”

  I chuckled. My driveway was an obstacle even for vehicles built for rough terrain, so I couldn’t blame him. “Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I was just surprised. I don’t get many visitors out this way. I’m Matt, by the way. Matt Merlot.”

  Tad looked around, nodding. “It’s pretty secluded. I won’t take too much of your time, but I did have a question. Have you seen anything strange out here? Wild animals you didn’t expect, or odd happenings at night?”

  I tossed him a look of surprise, and he frowned. “I’ll take that as
a yes,” he said.

  Well, I guess there was no hiding it now. I wasn’t sure how much to tell this man; should I tell him the entire truth, or just a brief version of it? “I haven’t seen anything in particular, but last night, I kept having this strange feeling — almost like I was being watched. It didn’t make any sense, and I didn’t see anyone outside, but it spooked me a bit. And then, this morning…” I hesitated, but he nodded encouragingly. “I found a track in my garden out back. Not a human footprint. To be honest, I thought it looked like a bear paw. But that doesn’t make any sense, does it? Bears don’t come down this far.”

  Tad was quiet for a moment. “Not under normal circumstances, no. But there have been reports of a bear in this area, and I’ve been trying to track it down.”

  That struck me as odd. This man wasn’t wildlife control, or even a proper authority, as far as I could tell. Despite his good looks, he carried himself with the confidence and swagger I’d come to associate with motorcycle gangs. There were quite a few of them in the area, and they usually meant bad news. And there was something suspicious about Tad, anyway. “Do you want to see the track?” I asked. I figured there was no harm in showing it to him.

  At his nod, I led the way around the house. He saw the track right away, and his eyes widened, leaning down to examine it closer. He mumbled a few things under his breath, then stood up and looked around. “That’s it, alright,” he said, a slight southern drawl becoming apparent in his voice. “Seems like it wasn’t a person, but a bear that was watching you last night.”

  Almost on cue, another roar pierced the silence of the morning. This time, it was definitely animalistic. I glanced up and gasped — an enormous brown bear was charging out of the forest, directly towards us. Tad moved faster than I’d ever seen anyone move in my entire life, stepping between me and the bear. “Get inside!” he shouted, almost snarling.

  The brown bear was coming faster and faster, and I rushed into the house to grab the gun. Maybe I could scare it off or kill it, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know how much effect a hunting rifle would have on an animal of that size. It was only after I got into the house that I realized Tad wasn’t behind me. When I turned to look for him, I couldn’t find him — but I saw two bears outside where only one had been, and they were locked into a death match.

  Maybe he had gone to his bike? It was all I could figure. I thought I would have heard the engine start up, but I hadn’t been paying the most attention to noise when there was a literal bear to deal with. I flung open the door and fired the gun into the air, and both bears stopped and turned to look at me. I snapped it forward and braced against my shoulder, lining up the brown bear in my sights. It started to dodge, but the moment I pulled the trigger, I saw fur fly and the bear release an angry roar where the bullet tore through his shoulder. It turned and ran for the forest, and the second bear disappeared around the corner of my house. I stood there a moment longer, making sure they were gone, then ran to find Tad.

  I didn’t know what kind of danger he may have been in. I rounded the corner of my house, and saw the black bear — except it wasn’t. The bear looked odd, like it was half human. It was shrinking before my eyes, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The paws shrunk, the fur disappeared, and before my eyes was Tad. He turned a sheepish grin on me.

  “You weren’t supposed to see that,” he said. He was also as naked as the day he was born, but I overlooked that in favor of the jagged slash across his shoulder. He raised his hand up, and it came away covered in blood. “That’s going to hurt,” he said.

  I shook my head. I had to be dreaming. I’d worry about that in a moment, though — the first thing was to tend to that cut. I grabbed his hand, keeping the rifle in the other hand. “Come on, let’s get you patched up. Then you can explain what the hell is going on.”

  He started laughing, following me inside. “You aren’t going to believe me even if I told you.”

  “Try me,” I said. “I did just watch a bear turn into a man, and I’m still not sure I believe that.”

  “Well, that is true,” he said. “I’m a…well, we call ourselves shifter. Werebears. Same as werewolves, except bears. The one I’ve been chasing is a rebel from my pack. He’s not exactly a good person, to put it lightly.”

  I nodded. “Even if I believe you, why do you have to chase him?”

  Tad smirked. “Because I’m the leader, and it’s my responsibility to keep them in check. But no worries — he isn’t going far with that bullet wound in his shoulder. It won’t kill him, but he’ll have to go back for medical help.” He pulled out his phone and typed in something, then sighed. “I just let the rest of the pack know. They’ll be on the lookout.” He hissed, and looked at his arm. “That really does hurt.”

  I poured alcohol onto it before he could say anything else, and he winced. I ignored it, bandaging up the cut and wrapping the gauze tightly around the wound. It had almost stopped bleeding, which was good, but I needed to keep the infection out of it.

  I didn’t expect the reaction I would have when I got that close to him. I had knelt down to pin the gauze together, and when I looked up, our faces were inches apart. I could smell the cologne Tad wore; he smelled musty and fresh all at once, like a Calvin Klein model in the deep forest. My pulse spiked, and I felt my heart begin pounding a bit faster.

  I cleared my throat and pulled away, trying to get a grip on myself. Why on earth was I reacting like that to this man? I’d been with men before…but none had instantly turned me on like this. I turned around and got both of us a glass of water, handing it to him. Tad thanked me, but he wore a small smirk on his face, and I knew that he knew how turned on I was.

  Of course, I wasn’t totally blind, either. I could see the bulge underneath the towel I’d given him that showed he was equally as excited. At this range, I was able to see more of him. His muscles rippled with each subtle movement, and he looked like he had been cut from the same cloth as Hercules. His abs and pecs were as well defined as those of any model in a magazine, and his biceps were truly impressive, even covered in bandages.

  With a start, I realized I wanted this man. I wanted him to take me right then and there. I didn’t realize how lonely I’d been, but looking back, it had been ages since I’d had any sort of companionship with anyone else. I sat down in front of him, trailing my fingers along the edges of the cut that the gauze didn’t cover. “Do I need to do something about these?” I asked. My voice was surprisingly quiet.

  “No,” he murmured, his mouth close to my ear. “One of the perks of being a shifter is that we heal quickly. I’ll be fine in no time at all. Don’t worry about it.”

  I turned to face him, and his lips met mine without warning. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the passion that was building between us, my lips molding against his. He tasted sweet, like cinnamon, and he wrapped strong arms around me and pulled me close to him, into his lap. I could feel his member pressing against my ass through the thin fabric of the jeans, and a fire was set ablaze in my loins.

  Tad’s hands cupped my face, but quickly left to explore my body. I felt him trail his fingers down the soft skin of my neck, to my arms and shoulders, and then down my sides, pressing into the soft flesh of my stomach and down to my hips. He cupped one hand around the top of my thigh and pulled me closer to him. I let my hands do the same, exploring the clean-cut lines of his muscles, trailing my tips across the rippling deltoids of his back and feeling the rock-solid power he carried there.

  His fingers reached the hem of my shirt, and he quickly tugged the fabric up and over my head. I didn’t object at all. My skin burned, pressed against his firm chest, and his hand quickly cupped my ass and gave it a gentle squeeze.

  His mouth left my lips and trailed down my neck, suckling on the soft skin there, tracing the lines of my collarbone and then down.

  I moaned softly, pulling his head in closer, and I felt his cock twitching underneath me as he responded to the touch. The fire in my loins was g
rowing hotter, and I knew I didn’t want to wait long for him. As he switched to the other side, I pushed him away and knelt down in front of him, pulling the towel away.

  Tad’s cock sprang forward, rock solid and larger than any I’d ever seen. It pulsed in time with his heart beat, and as I took it into my hand, I could feel how hot he was. I gave the shaft a soft, gentle stroke, my hands looking absolutely tiny compared to his member.

  I leaned forward, smearing the precum over the tip of his cock with my thumb, and closed my lips around the head. He tasted salty and sweet all at once, and as I took him into my mouth, I suckled gently, eliciting a sharp groan from Tad. He placed his hands gently on my head, intertwining them in my hair. He gave it a gentle tug as I licked him, bobbing my head up and down the full length of him, releasing in the sensations of his cock on my tongue.