Free Shared By The Alpha Bears - Complete by Amy Star Page B

breath blasting in my face while you rant at me about late rent again.”
     
    We made our way to the stairs, but Mr. Norton wheeled right into our path, blocking our way down. “Not so fast, Missy. You don’t get to just sneak out the back door and forget everything. Not only am I going to collect what you still owe me, I’m going to bleed you through the nose for what you just did to my good hip! You hear me, bimbo, I’m going to ruin you! I know the toughest lawyers in town! You’re going to be living in a tent under an overpass, sharing street gruel with Harry the hobo for dinner and—”
     
    Before I had to listen to him any longer, Jake and Max both lunged forward, their faces beginning to shift, becoming furry and bear-like and their teeth growing long and sharp. Mr. Norton’s eyes went big as saucers, and he rocked back in his wheelchair—not a good thing to do when he was right at the top of the stairs. The wheelchair rolled back, taking the old stinker with it as it went bounding and bumping all the way down the stairs, before finally tumbling and crashing into a heap at the bottom.
     
    We descended the stairs, stopping to admire the sight of the rotten old bastard in a crumpled heap on the floor, looking up at us with wide eyes. And in my ultimate moment of wickedness, I held up my smartphone to take a picture. “These are the moments you just want to savor forever,” I grinned.
     
    Then I turned and hooked my arms through those of the two men on either side of me, and walked away from the life that had nearly bled me dry, eager to say goodbye to it forever.
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
     
                So, to whoever has found this story, if you happen to spot a most-likely naked woman accompanied by two bears somewhere in the woods, now you know why. Don’t try to rescue me, because they’ve done that already. In more ways than I can imagine.
     
    Most of my days are spent pretty much the way I planned they would be when I packed up my bags. I run around naked most of the time, enjoying the forest air on my skin, and jumping the bones of my two big bears every couple hours. Seriously, those guys have turned me into a nymphomaniac; I can never get enough bear cock! Come to think of it, I don’t doubt there have been a few hikers once in a while who have been scared to death by what sounded like the screams of some poor woman being mauled by a wild beast. Which I guess in a way is true.
     
    I sleep at Jake’s place some nights, and a Max’s place other nights. Some nights I’m alone with one of them, other nights all three of us are in the same bed. I think the latter is becoming a little more common lately, mostly because I’m getting spoiled and demanding to get the two-bear treatment as often as I can. If I could spend every minute of the day with Jake buried in my pussy and Max deep in my mouth, I probably would. But even I get tired sometimes, and just have to settle for slow, quiet vanilla sex with one guy.
     
    I keep myself busy even when they don’t. I work online, making webpage spreads and stuff. Hey, even in the middle of nature a girl’s still got to make a living. It’s enough that I can support myself without having to rely in my bears for everything. Sure, that would be comfy if I could just sit back and let them take care of me all the time, but I’d get bored living like that, and I can’t imagine I’d retain much self-respect either.
     
    Occasionally I’ll head out into the outlying towns, usually with Max since Jake doesn’t like to leave the woods (and who can blame him?), to collect some food and supplies, enough that we don’t have to live like cave people or hunter-gatherers. And every once in a while, I’ll still return to the hometown, just to see some of the friends I’ve left there. I’ll drop in on someone like Mina, for example. She’ll get right in my face with all kinds of questions about where I’ve been, how am I doing, am I still seeing two