Kelly Lord
HELEN
I hadn’t slept a wink.
The sound of our parents’ lovemaking—which had gone deep into the night—was something I’d never get used to, as many times as I’d been forced to listen to it.
Jack’s cabin was big enough for all of us to live there comfortably, but it would never be big enough to sleep comfortably, that was for damn sure.
Around dawn, after hours of tossing and turning, I threw on a bathrobe and went down to the kitchen to make some decaf.
Quitting caffeine was killing my spirit, but if I could make it through finals without it, I’d make it through the next six months.
I was reading the baby books—maybe not as closely as Sam—and I wasn’t about to risk our cub’s safety for a little pick-me-up.
As much as I desperately wanted to.
I walked out to the living room and sat on the couch, staring out into the backyard through the window wall. The light was beautiful this early. Everything was green or gold.
I took my phone from my bathrobe pocket and snapped a quick photo. Something to help me paint this view in the future.
I put the phone down on the coffee table and settled back into the couch.
There was only one problem painting what I was seeing…
The big mound of dirt at the edge of the yard, right near the tree line.
Because I knew what was buried beneath…
In a flash, that awful night came back to me once again.
Chris stumbling out from the woods like a flesh-eating zombie, a rifle clenched in his trembling hands.
Overcome with a desire to protect Sam and our unborn baby, I’d found myself shifting into a beast.
After that, all I remembered were claws…
Fur…
Dirt…
Blood.
I remembered the moment Chris went limp under me. And I remembered clawing dirt onto his lifeless body.
I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder.
“Penny for them?”
I stifled a scream as I turned around to see Sam. He stared down at me with his warm smile, but his brow knitted as he noticed my fright.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
My heart was throbbing like my fucking Vibratron, and I had to take a deep breath to feel some semblance of normal.
“Nothing,” I said, kissing Sam’s cheek, hoping I wouldn’t graze him with the cold sweat dribbling down my forehead.
I hated keeping this secret from my sexy bear-scout. I knew Sam would want me to tell him. But how could I?!
If I told him what I’d done, it could change the way he looks at me. And I couldn’t stand the thought of losing him.
Instinctively, I placed a hand on my belly.
Sam gave me a skeptical look, glancing out the window over my head. The mound was in plain sight, but apparently hadn’t caught anyone’s attention. We did live in the woods, after all. Random dirt piles weren’t exactly uncommon.
By the time Sam’s eyes fell back on me, I’d managed to compose myself. His smile returned.
“I want to show you something.”
“What?”
His smile became wider. I could tell my cuddle bear was being sneaky.
“It’s your graduation present.”
What now?
I did a little happy dance.
“Awww, Sam! What is it?”
I tugged the front of his T-shirt, trying to tease it out of him.
“Get dressed and meet me in the car in five minutes,” he said, not giving me an inch.
“We have to drive?” I asked, curious.
Again, he was stone-faced.
What could it be?
SAM
I drove my Jeep down a long dirt driveway through a grove of tall fir trees. I’d asked Helen to wear a blindfold, but she was having none of that. She’d pointed out that she didn’t know squat about the local geography, which was more than fair.
Something we’d have to work on.
The driveway opened up into a big clearing, on which stood a cement foundation and a half-completed wooden framework.
Some clouds were rolling in, darkening the sky. But they couldn’t cover up the smile growing across my face.
My big moment had arrived at last.
“Where are we?” Helen asked, looking around in confusion.
I parked the car and walked around to let her out, taking her hand like an old-fashioned gentleman.
“Watch your step, m’lady,” I said, my other hand slipping around the small of her back, supporting her every move.
Helen just rolled her eyes.
“This must be good,” she giggled.
“Helen,” I said, sweeping my hand in the direction of the unfinished structure. “Say hello to our new house!”
Helen’s jaw dropped, and my heart did a damn backflip.
“Happy graduation, babe,” I said, kissing her head and squeezing her.
Helen was frozen.
I must’ve given her the surprise of her life!
“Luke and I are building it ourselves,” I explained excitedly. “Four bedrooms, three bathrooms. Sauna. Nice big patio where we can put a Jacuzzi. And even an art studio for my little Picasso.
“I thought we could put in a tree house when the little one’s old enough. Maybe a jungle gym. We got plenty of space. Five whole acres, actually. And we’re damn close to the lake.”
I stared at the framework and foundation, my mind alive with all the possibilities. I couldn’t wait to finish up the construction and make this place our home.
I looked at Helen, who was still expressionless.
“Well? What do you think? Don’t you love it?”
“Yeah,” Helen started, her voice shaky. “I mean, I do, I really do…”
A light rain started to fall, but it wasn’t the cause of the wetness I noticed on her cheeks. I frowned.
“Penny for them?” I asked, lifting her chin.
Helen sniffled.
“I love you so much, Sam, and I love that you did this,” she said through tears. “But it’s all so…overwhelming…”
I didn’t know how to respond. I knew she’d be emotional, but shit!
All I could do was hold her close and wipe her tears.
“What’s going on, babe?”
HELEN
In a flash, my tears vanished, and I felt annoyance geyser up inside me.
What’s going on? What’s going ON?!
In the past three months, I’ve started dating my stepbrother, gotten knocked up, moved to the sticks, turned into a werebear, and almost gotten KILLED multiple times!
Not to mention they don’t make dollar thongs for pregnant women!
As the drizzle turned into a downpour, I ran over to the shelter of the trees.
Sure, I could’ve jumped back into Sam’s warm Jeep, but I wasn’t feeling rational enough for that. Sue me.
“Helen, wait up!” Sam called, barreling after me. He caught my hand and led me beneath the cover of a big fir, where we huddled near the trunk. The sharp pine scent seemed to calm me down.
“Helen, talk to me,” he said firmly, searching my eyes.
I took a deep breath.
Here goes…
“I’m sorry,” I started. “I love this spot. I really do. And we need a place of our own.
“But I’m scared, Sam.”
“Scared of what?” he asked.
“Scared everything’s moving so fast! Yesterday I graduated from college, today I have a house! In six months, we’re gonna have a baby!
“My dream—for my whole life—has always been to become an artist. And this is just so different from where I always pictured I’d be at this point. I thought I’d be living in the city, starting my career. Instead, we’re in Bear Creek starting a family.”
Not to mention I’d killed a man and buried him in my mother’s backyard.
Sam nodded glumly. I took his hand.
“It has nothing to do with you,” I assured him. “I love you, and I know that more than anything,” I said. “I just worry that giving up the city means giving up my dream.”
I was crying again, and Sam wiped them away, his calloused hands tender on my face.
“I get it,” he said. “And I don’t want you to have to make a choice. I want everything for you.
“Maybe there’s a way for you to start your career here. What about Dad’s friend? The artist? Maybe you can talk with him this week. Would that make you feel better?”
“Yeah,” I said, calming down a bit. “I think that would help.”
“Good,” Sam said, kissing my forehead. “We’re on the same team, Helen. Thanks for telling me all this.”
If only I could tell him everything.
“Sorry for ruining your graduation present,” I chuckled. “Are you pissed?”
He gave me a hug. “I could never be mad at you, babe.”
Oh my God. I am with the SWEETEST man alive.
And this property IS fab.
I looked up into Sam’s gray eyes, his hair slick with rain, warmed by his embrace in the damp, chilly air.
All I wanted was to be closer to him.
As close as physically fucking possible.
I reached up and pulled his face to mine, planting him with a kiss. My tongue slipped between his lips, and my hand slipped down to paw the front of his jeans, making my intentions known.
Sam tore off my jean jacket. Diamante crystals flew everywhere as he moved on to my dress. Soon I was in nothing but a bra and panties as he backed me up against the tree trunk, unzipping his jeans and kicking off his boots.
“How do you want it, baby?” he asked, pulling down his boxers to reveal his gorgeous cock, which was practically at full attention. I was wet just from the sight of it.
My back scraped the bark as he thrust his fingers inside me, going straight for my G-spot. I cried out as he stroked it—slowly at first, then with a building speed. The rain storm was raging around us, but there was a much bigger one mounting inside my loins.
“Fuck me hard!” I said hoarsely. “Fuck me as hard as you can!”
I cried out as Sam suddenly withdrew his fingers, making sure I watched as he slurped off my juices. He spun me around and tore my panties down to my ankles. I wrapped my arms around the tree trunk, bracing for his entry.
“Oh my GOOOOOOOOD!”
Sam filled me all at once. I felt like I was getting fucked by the tree itself, he was so girthy and stiff.
He pumped me harder and harder, and I had to hold on to the trunk for dear life. The storm inside me was a category 5 hurricane, and he was blowing the doors off me.
“Cum for me, Helen,” Sam said in a sweet, urgent voice. His thrusts became deeper. “Let’s do it together, baby.”
“Uh-huh,” I murmured dumbly as he smashed against my cervix one last time.
HOLY FUUUUUUUUUCK!
I cried out as I came, and heard Sam gasp behind me as he did the same. Our mixing juices drip-dropped onto the forest floor like running sap.
Pleasure had emptied my mind. As I sank to the bed of pine needles, using the trunk as support, I felt at peace.
I felt one with nature.
And I felt so fucking full of cum.
Sam joined me on the ground. He threw an arm around me, and I nestled into his shoulder as we watched the gentle rain fall around us.
“Mind if I check on baby bear?” he asked, reaching toward my belly. “We did get a little rough.”
“Go for it,” I said, though I knew perfectly well that Sam’s anaconda couldn’t do anything to harm our unborn child—I’d double and triple-checked those parts of the baby books.
Sam stretched his big hand across my belly. I shivered at the touch of his fingertips. He put his nose to my belly button and sniffed around. I couldn’t stop myself from giggling—it fucking tickled!
“So? What’s going on down there?” I asked after a few moments, finally suppressing my laughter. “How’s baby bear?”
Sam made a face and put his ear to my belly.
“Sam?”
He looked up at me, pure joy in his eyes.
“I think you mean baby bears.”
I squinted. “What now?”
“I hear two heartbeats,” Sam said. “Helen, we’re having twins!”