Free Bearly In Control by Kim Fox Page A

bedroom.”
    Edwin’s bear purred.
     

epilogue
     
     
     
    Five months later…
     
     
    Grace brushed the last stroke of paint down the peaceful mountain in her painting.
    Done.
    She leaned back on her chair and admired her work. It was good. Her best yet. It was a perfect replica of the spectacular mountain scenery in front of her. The tall mountains thrust against the baby blue sky, the majestic trees with the colorful birds landing on their playful branches and the carefree river slowly snaking through it all.
    Grace breathed in the fresh air mixed with the smell of her oil paints and smiled. She had missed that smell. She had missed looking at colorful fingertips stained with paint. Why did I give it up for so long? Painting made her so happy.
    Everything here made her so happy.
    She screwed the caps on her paints and began to clean up. This painting will sell really fast . Grace had set up a street stall in the small tourist village. She sold her paintings to the happy tourists walking hand in hand. It brought her a lot of pride that her art would be hanging in people’s homes, over their fireplaces, in their kitchens.
    It was the first time that she ever made money for herself. It wasn’t a lot. She would never be able to replace her Porsche but it was enough to make her happy.
    Grace gathered her supplies and hiked down the mountain. She wore hiking boots wherever she went now. They were much more comfortable than heels and she loved them.
    The hiking path led straight to her backyard. She broke through the trees into the open air and saw a familiar sight in the distance. Edwin’s bear was walking in the river with his head down, looking for fish. He dunked his head under the water but came up empty. The water rolled off the matted fur on his forehead.
    Grace smiled. She had never been happier. Edwin’s calm, quiet presence was just what she needed. He spoiled her. Not in the way her father spoiled her, buying her everything she wanted. He spoiled her with attention. He cooked for her, cleaned for her, fed her by hand, gave her massages without asking and listened to everything she had to say with interest. He was so different from the other men that she’d been with. Plus he fucked her senseless every chance that he got.
    Edwin’s bear looked over towards her, raised his nose and sniffed the air. Grace smiled and waved. They had been talking a lot about having a baby lately. Edwin was ready and Grace was thinking that she was finally ready too. Well, as ready as she would ever be. She rubbed her stomach with her hand, imagining what it would feel like to have Edwin’s bear cub inside her.
    She continued into her new home and placed her latest artwork on top of the cozy fireplace. It fit perfectly. Maybe she would keep this one for herself.
    She flicked on the radio and hummed the end of the U2 song that was playing. The Radio DJ came on and began reading the news. She was half listening as she cleaned her paint brushes in the sink until something caught her ear.
    “Scandal in the Presidential primaries,” the DJ said. “Senator Richard Briggs has dropped out of the race after his wife, Daisy, was found cheating on him with Senator Jerry William’s son, Devon Williams.”
    Grace dropped the dirty paintbrush in the sink with a clang and turned towards the radio with her mouth hanging open.
    “The Senator has pulled out of the race saying that he has to focus on what is good for his family.”
    Grace snorted a laugh. Her Dad finally learned his lesson.
    She turned off the radio as Edwin walked into the cabin.
    Naked.
    He had regressed back to his natural state of no clothes since they had moved in. Grace had no complaints.
    He walked over with lust in his eyes, his toned muscles flexed and tight. He picked her up easily and kissed her on the lips.
    Grace knew what was going to happen next. Her panties moistened in anticipation.
    She smiled as he carried her into the bedroom.
     
     
     
     
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