So Much To Bear (A Werebear Erotic Romance)

So Much To Bear

By Bethany Rousseau

An Excerpt:

“You… you’re gorgeous too,” she
stammered, almost too satisfied and abashed by the compliment to
speak. Damon’s fingertips dragged along her inner thighs, and
Jennifer felt a rush of renewed lust. She reached down and tugged
at the waistband of his jeans impatiently. “You’d be even hotter if
you were naked too, though,” she said with a little smile. Damon
chuckled and sat up, unbuttoning and unzipping the fly of his
pants. Jennifer remembered the hot, hard ridge of his erection
pressing against her—and as Damon pushed his jeans down over his
hips, she gasped. Even feeling him straining at the confines of his
clothing hadn’t prepared her for the size of him. Damon’s cock
sprung free of his jeans, full and thick, longer than Jennifer
expected, flushed almost purple from the height of his arousal and
shining with precum. Jennifer’s mouth opened and then closed, as
she tried to absorb the sight of Damon’s endowment; as she tried to
imagine it inside of her. “Wow,” she said, her mouth opening and
closing again. She tore her gaze away from his cock to look up into
his eyes. “Uh… It’s sort of… it’s been a while for me, too… though
probably not as long as it has been for you…” Damon smiled
slightly, kicking his jeans down off of his legs and covering her
body with his own.

Table of
Contents:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

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Chapter One

Jennifer peered out into the
green-black depths of the woods, shivering slightly in a mixture of
excitement, fear, and just a little bit of a chill. She had
forgotten just how much the temperature dropped after the sun went
down in the woods near her old home town. She had remembered to
wear a thick overcoat along with her jeans and sweater, but she had
neglected to wear any long johns underneath, and the woods were not
only cold, they were damp. But as she, Liam, Robert, and a few
friends kept moving, it wasn’t much of a problem. Alex and Lucy
were telling a story behind her, the torchlight wavering as they
laughed, almost spoiling the punchline.

It was good to be home, Jennifer
thought with a smile to herself; she had been hungry to get away.
She had chosen to go to college in another town mostly because she
had wanted to, as her dad used to call it, “stretch her wings.” It
wasn’t so far away that she couldn’t visit on occasion, but she had
seen very little of her friends in the years since she had first
gone off. It seemed like everyone simultaneously stayed exactly the
same and changed in immense, undefinable ways whenever she came
back, as she had for winter break. She was a little disappointed in
Robert; her long-time friend had opted to remain close to home in
spite of her goading. Liam said something dismissive about the
story Alex was telling and Jennifer rolled her eyes, her face
safely hidden from the arrogant man. She wasn’t sure why it was
that Liam was somehow always involved in the plans her circle of
friends made; she couldn’t think of anyone who truly liked him
other than Robert. But for Robert’s sake she put up with Liam, and
Jennifer supposed that it was probably the same for everyone else.
As long as Liam didn’t do anything too objectionable, nobody was
willing to upset Robert by suggesting that Liam be booted from the
group.

Robert had become Jennifer’s friend in
high school, shortly after both of her parents had passed away.
Jennifer’s mother and father had both been killed in a car accident
one night, coming home from an out of town visit to relatives that
Jennifer hadn’t taken part in. At first, she had been devastated by
their loss, and confused at the necessities that suddenly sprung
up; under the age of eighteen, she had to scramble to find
relatives who would act as her legal guardian. She’d found a cousin
who was twenty at the time, who was willing to take on the role;
Charlie had signed the paperwork and stayed out of her hair,
checking in from time to time just to make sure she was safe and
making the right grades. Jennifer had been an only child, and her
parents, while they had cared about her and loved her, had given
her much the same prerogative to make her own choices while they
had been alive.

Robert had made friends with her the
first week of Freshman year, picking her to be his lab partner
without any fanfare. “I’m really sorry about your parents,” he had
said as they worked on a project together after school one day,
after the new acquaintance shyness had worn off. “But look at it
this way: you’re basically living the teen dream. No one to tell
you that you can’t do what you want, no one to enforce a curfew,
the house to yourself.” Jennifer had smiled at the observation. It
was true, in one respect; Charlie didn’t get in her way, confident
in her maturity and the sensibility of her decisions. She didn’t
throw any wild parties, and she didn’t invite people into the
house. Jennifer was determined to go off to college, and planned
her high school schedule—with help from her older cousin—with that
in mind, taking as many classes as she could, belonging to as many
clubs as she could manage to fit into her free time. Robert had
formed the core of her circle of friends, which gradually grew as
she came out of her initial grief at losing the parents she had
loved so much.

Robert was the one in her group of
friends who Jennifer felt comfortable going to with just about
anything on her mind. When her hormones had begun to run high, her
interest in the opposite sex cresting, Jennifer had gone to Robert.
He had never presumed on their friendship, even when Jennifer had
secretly wanted him to. Instead he had offered her slightly brutal
honesty about the avowed objects of her interest—telling her that
one of her crushes had a tendency to be aggressive with girls, or
another would simply use her for experience and ditch her once a
new interest came along. Jennifer had never told Robert that deep
down, she wanted him to be her first; she dithered on the subject
of ever telling him about her feelings for him, that she was
attracted to him as more than a friend. She told herself instead
that he only looked at her as a sisterly type of friend, that he
would never see her in that way. She had never gotten any
indication from Robert that he was really interested in her; at
least, not sexually. He was definitely interested in being her
friend, and Jennifer made herself remain contented with
that.

Liam, Robert’s long-time friend, was a
slightly different matter. Jennifer had gotten the impression from
Liam on more than one occasion that the other boy was definitely
interested in her. But with Liam, the son of the town’s mayor, it
was easy to evade his interest—it wandered from girl to girl like a
hunter going after a target, and just when Jennifer thought she
would have to let him down as gently as she could, he would shift
his focus to another girl. Where Robert was tall and lean, with
dark hair and eyes that always seemed a little soft and gentle,
Liam was muscled, blond, and blue-eyed, classically good-looking
and well aware of the clout he held as the son of the mayor. Girls
flocked to him, and Liam availed himself of the privileges of his
station in life without a single thought, dating and sleeping
around, going to the next girl whenever he felt like it. It
bothered Jennifer that Liam didn’t seem to have any limits on his
life; his parents ensured that he was indulged in everything, and
he managed to pull a steady B average in high school in spite of
the fact that he didn’t seem to ever be prepared for his classes.
He was intelligent, but lazy, and Jennifer—who had worked hard
throughout her school years to excel—only found his reliance on his
father’s political power to be more annoying as a result. She
thought grimly that there would come a day when his father was no
longer around, or at least no longer mayor of the town, and Liam
would have to face up to the fact that he had wasted the best
opportunities of his life. But considering how set-up he was
already, in spite of only attending the local community college, it
seemed as though his comeuppance would arrive long after Jennifer
was no longer in a position to enjoy seeing it.

Jennifer wondered on more than one
occasion what held Robert and Liam together. They seemed like an
odd pair of friends, at least on the surface; Robert was charming
and smart and funny, while Liam held himself above everyone, and
his condescension was annoying. But Jennifer knew that in spite of
his intelligence and charm, Robert didn’t trust his own opinions
very much. He had grown up not poor but with parents that struggled
to stay in the middle class, and valued the validation that Liam
provided. In a certain light, Jennifer could see why Robert wanted
to be Liam’s friend, but she didn’t know how Robert managed to
avoid being aware of Liam’s glaring personality flaws. She could
also see that Liam’s friendship with Robert was a matter of
convenience; Liam liked having someone who would go along with him
on his various plans and schemes, and who was charming enough to
keep him included in a social life when people might otherwise have
turned their back on him, his kinship to the town’s power structure
notwithstanding. But there was still something about the
relationship between the two young men that baffled
Jennifer.

“Hey, Jen—don’t wander off, there’s
wolves in these woods you know!” Robert’s voice called Jennifer out
of her reflections. She turned to face the group, forming a smile
on her lips that was mostly for Robert.

“Oh hush; no one has seen any wolves—or
bears, for that matter—in years,” Jennifer said, rolling her eyes
playfully and moving a little closer to Robert.

“Doesn’t mean they aren’t here,” Liam
said archly, giving Jennifer a suggestive leer. “So stay close, why
don’t you?” Jennifer shrugged; content to be a little closer to
Robert and at least a little bit willing to deal with Liam if it
meant that she could be around her other friend.

The plan had been to cut through the
woods that surrounded the small town they all belonged to to meet
up with another group of friends in the next town over. Robert and
Liam had agreed that since it was only a few miles, maybe five at
the most, it was worth the after-dark walk. Since everyone had been
game for it, Jennifer had gone along with the plan. She had always
had a kind of affinity for the woods; she had been exactly the type
of girl to go exploring when she had been younger, even though her
parents had always cautioned her against going too far into the
green depths on her own. While they had mentioned bears and wolves
as the reason for exercising caution, Jennifer knew that they were
really more concerned about the hunters who had once flocked to the
woods. Some of them got extremely drunk and would shoot at whatever
moved; it would be too easy for a little girl to disturb someone
and get killed for her troubles.

The dark made the forest oddly
spooky—more so than Jennifer would have believed if she had thought
about it during the day. Somehow, the torches that lit their way
made it even more eerie, illuminating only a few feet ahead of
them. Jennifer had never spooked easily, but there was a stillness
in the dark depths of the woods as they walked that gave her a
tingle of vague foreboding, even as she listened to stories and
responded with some of her own. The four friends who had
accompanied her into the woods had all decided to stay fairly close
to home, and they were hungry for tales of “the city,” even though
Jennifer hadn’t exactly chosen a major metropolitan area for her
college experience.