Free Bear With Me by Moxie North

He wasn’t there to confess his undying love for her. That thought had his bear growling at him. Conner knew what his animal’s feelings were on the subject. They were overwhelming and shockingly simple.
    Get her, keep her, fuck her, love her.
    If only it were that simple. What the hell was he doing there? She was going to be pissed he tracked her down again. Without a solution to their situation, he was just tormenting them both. He also couldn’t deny that being away from her was physically painful. His body felt lethargic and sore just in its need for her. His dick hadn’t relaxed after last night either. He’d had a semi-woody since he came last night. Like his cock was preparing for the unlikely possibility his mate was laying somewhere naked, waiting for him.
    That thought brought back memories of his mate lying on the ground, spread before him. God, she was beautiful. Perfect, every fucking inch of her. Why again couldn’t he have her? Oh, yeah right, he didn’t like being a shifter and she clearly did. Who would want to be mated to some asshole that was pathetic enough to spend his days whining he didn’t like who he was ‘deep inside’. It was like the first chapter of a self-help book for lonely losers.
    His bear was clearly on the deal with your shit, get the girl, and make everyone happy mental track. Conner couldn’t fault him, it did sound easy. Accept what the fates had decreed, everyone else had managed it. Just fucking let it go.
    Shaking his head to himself, he realized he couldn’t. There was still something holding him back. Something about his bear that didn’t fit with him. Relying on his animal’s instincts, his strength, made him feel less than a man.
    Looking down at the bulge in his pants, he offered out loud, “Thanks, I hear your vote.” His voice was tinged with sarcasm.
    Sighing, he made a choice and got out of his Jeep. Walking up to the door, he knocked twice and called out, “Kenzi, it’s me.” He assumed she could figure out who it was.
    Conner could hear rustling coming from inside the room. Then the door cracked open, Mackenzie stood peeking around. She looked him up and down, then sighed and stepped back, opening the door for him to enter.
    Walking in, Conner saw the curtains were drawn, the TV was on, and the only light coming in was from the open bathroom door.
    Turning to watch her close the door, he took in her pajama shorts and spaghetti strap tank top. The top was yellow and the shorts had daisies on them. He also noticed the bed was strewn with junk food wrappers. It looked like a teenage slumber party had just exploded.
    Mackenzie walked in front of him and sat down on the edge of the bed. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked at him and waited.
    Conner had no clue what he was doing there, or what he was supposed to say. He put his hands on his hips and dropped his head to stare at his boots, hoping inspiration would come.
    Mackenzie gave him a few minutes then decided she’d waited long enough.
    “Did you come here to bond with me?”
    “No,” he answered, a little too quickly for her taste.
    “Did you come here to talk?”
    “Don’t know what to say,” he answered honestly.
    “Did you come here to take me out to lunch?”
    “Hadn’t really thought of that.”
    She continued to look at him. Breathing out a tired sounding sigh, she stood up and pulled her tank over her head, letting her breasts bounce as she freed them. She shucked off her shorts and walked over to the desk near the wall. She leaned over and spread her legs wide. Looking over her shoulder she said, “Just make it fast, my favorite movie starts in half an hour,” then turned back to look at the wall.
    Conner’s heart had stopped the minute she pulled off her top. Then his brain froze as her shorts dropped, exposing her completely shaved pussy. That was new, he could have sworn last night it was at least a landing strip of hair. Now she was bent over, her sweet scent filling the