Free Healing the Bear by Vanessa Devereaux

time flat. Oh, and those Sudoku
puzzles. I’ve never been able to solve a complete one, but she went through
them like it was one plus one sort of stuff.” He paused again. “She had a kind
heart. Loved to sew and make things. I’m probably going on too much now.”
    “No,
really you’re not.”
    “She
was having a baby when…when she was killed.”
    Melanie
put down her mug and rushed over to him, hugging him to her. “I’m so sorry. I
had no idea. And I didn’t know she’d been killed. I thought maybe she had
cancer or something.”
    “Shot
when we were out hiking.”
    Melanie
went cold. They had more in common than she’d originally thought.
    She
pulled away from him so she could look directly at him. “What happened?”
    “Hunter.
He was out shooting and it wasn’t even bear season.”
    “Bear
season?”
    “I
mean that’s what he said he was doing in the woods that day, hunting bears.”
    “That’s
awful. I hope they arrested him and he went to prison.”
    “Um,
yeah, he got his just reward.”
    He
hugged her, clung to her like he wouldn’t let her go.
    “I’ve
made you sad and I feel bad now,” said Melanie.
    “Nope
you haven’t. Let’s go see what’s on TV and drink the rest of the tea.”
    ****
    He’d
almost ruined it. The out of bear season thing. He
should have come clean. And the just reward bit, well that was true, only
justice had been served his way. He
hated to think that Melanie would ever find out that he was a cold blooded
killer.
    He
flushed the toilet and washed his hands, looking at himself in the mirror over
the sink. It was the front of a cupboard and he was a curious bear. He opened
the front up and peered on the shelves. A bottle of aspirin. Tube of sun block. Box of tampons. Dane felt himself blushing again.
    Next
shelf held a bag with a drugstore logo on it. He pushed the paper down, seeing
a box of dark brown hair dye. He had noticed the blonde roots showing when
they’d sat on the bench. He tried to imagine her as a blonde. She’d be cute but
maybe she liked dark hair better. Most women were never happy with the color
nature gave them.
    He
closed the door. He said he’d only be a couple of minutes and now he’d been
sidetracked by his nosiness. Dane tapped his pant pocket. He’d been to the
drugstore too. Not for hair dye but condoms in the largest size they had.   Melanie had said she was cold, again so he’d
suggested she go to bed and get under the covers. He was going to join her and
who knew what might happen. He walked out of the bathroom and along the hallway
to her room. She was under the covers all right, but her bare shoulders peeked
out over the top of the quilt.
    “I
thought you’d like to get under the blankets and help warm me up.”
    Oh
yeah, bears knew how to do that all right.
    Dane
lifted up his sweatshirt, pulled it over his head, and then unzipped his pants.
He took out the condoms, placed them by the foot of the bed, and then pulled
down his boxers. He was hard, his cock pulsating to a beat that matched the
blood pumping around his body. He was going to make love to Melanie again and
it was going to be better than the first time.
    Nothing like a little fun to kick things
off. He lifted up the bottom of the quilt and saw her legs. He crawled underneath
and kissed his way up her body. She smelled divine and the tactile sensation of
her skin on his lips made him grow harder with each inch he took. He arrived at
her thigh. He gave it a kiss, making a smooching sound that made her giggle.
    Lucinda
had giggled whenever he’d done that to her too.
    Now something completely different, the
curls on top of those thighs. And something he’d look for this time. Her clit. He wouldn’t see a thing under the covers so he
stood up, sending them down the bed. Now he could get a better look.
    He
parted her legs. Her folds were a dusty pink color and a drop of cream already
clung to her opening. He wiped it with is finger, smelling its musky odor as