Bear Wanted: Grizzly List, #1

By Julia Talbot

He always wanted a bear to keep him warm at night…

Lane knows want he wants in a lover, but hasn't been able to find the perfect bear of a man in his small Colorado hometown. So he turns to the Grizzly List, a regional personal ad service for bears and their lovers. He's not sure what to expect when he meets Fin, but what he gets might be his perfect man.

Bear shifter Fin has been looking for someone with whom to spend his days, nights, and winter hibernation. He's a happy guy, but needs someone who wants a big, burly, slightly dominant mate. When he meets Lane, Fin knows he's found what he needs, but will he be able to convince Lane that they're made for one another, in human form and bear?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Turtlehat Creatives
• Release date: Jul 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781942831471

Book preview

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Personal Ad in the Grizzly List Weekly

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Bear wanted for cute bottom. Looking for 30-40yo bear, ddf, kind but firm. Seeking companionship/ relationship. Want to cook for you, cuddle, and explore physical possibilities. Hairy a must, uncut a plus. Send photos and response to inbox 4125.

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Finley bit his lower lip, trying to decide if he should reply or not.

He hadn’t had the world’s best luck with personal ads. This was his first try on the Grizzly List, which his friend Egan assured him would be way better than Craigslist. They specialized in getting bears together with men who loved them.

Oh, it wasn’t that Fin didn’t want to have sex, but every ad he’d answered so far was just from someone who wanted a quick hookup, and they all wanted him to wear a leather harness and spank them.

That was an awful lot of work. Fin liked the idea of cuddling, and of someone pampering him a little. God knew he loved to play the hot and heavy game, but that came later. He hoped the guy who placed this ad really liked to cook, and maybe knew how to make a honey cake.

Oh, honey.

Fin attached two pictures of himself from the neck down, with his swim trunks on, and added a tiny message.

Love to cuddle, watch movies, hang out in the hot tub. Hairy, uncut, looking for long-term. Let’s meet.

His cheeks heated just typing uncut but that was the truth, and what this cute guy seemed to want, so what the heck? Fin took a deep breath and hit send, because he’d left his phone number in there, too. Wow. Okay.

Here went another try. He hoped it worked out better than the last few. If it didn’t, well, there was always hibernation.

Lane couldn’t believe that he’d done it.

He’d put his ad up, he’d sorted through a couple dozen responses and there’d only been two that did it for him. Fin and Darryl. Fin had an amazing belly. Darryl had promised to turn him inside out.

He’d answered both emails with his picture, wearing nothing but his apron. Of course, as soon as he sent it, he was worried.

Was it too girly?

Did he show too much skin?

Fin had sent a message back saying he wanted to meet. Okay. Wow. Was he really going to do this? They could just go have coffee. Right. His best friend Raymond said not to go to anyone’s house, or to a hotel.

Maybe a coffee shop. Somewhere like the Durango Coffee Company. They had amazing pastries and Wi-Fi if the guy didn’t show up. Lane could get some work done if he took his laptop.

He could do this. He wasn’t going to wimp out. A few bad experiences in Denver had made him cautious. That one blind date…

But, Durango was a friendly place, a ski town with heart. His job as a graphic designer for Durango Mountain Resorts was going really well. Surely this was a good sign.

He’d been one of millions in Denver. Here he was a little more unique, a little better off.

Taking a deep inhalation of mountain air, he picked up his cell and called Fin.

The phone rang and rang and about the time he was about to give up, he heard, Hey.

Hi. This is Lane. From Grizzy List? We’ve been emailing?

Hey! Hi. Yes, this Fin.

Do you...I’m… Would you like to go for a coffee? Oh. Smooth. At least he’d gotten the words out.

I would love to. Durango Coffee? They have sweets.

Uh-huh. That boded well. I was doing to suggest that, too.

Cool! I love coffee, as well. Fin has a nice deep voice, one that gave him hope that the big barrel chest he’d seen in the pictures was really Fin.

Yeah. Yeah, I’m a fan. When? When is good for you?

Um. How about three? Oh, I work for myself. If you need to do later, we can.

Three is cool. I’m sorta a freelancer. With a big client. The biggest in Durango, for sure.

Excellent. I have dark-brown hair and a beard. You know, to go with the hairy chest.

I’m dark haired, wearing black.

I like your pictures, Fin murmured. With the apron.

Oh? I was worried they’d be too… I don’t know… too much skin? He had a nice butt, though, and he knew it.

No, it was just enough. That deep voice went all husky. Sweet as honey.

His cock went sproing, just like that, like that voice was touching him. Oh…

Uh-huh. Okay. Three o’clock. I’ll see you soon, Fin said.

Three. Right. Yeah. Can’t wait.

They hung up, and Lane had no idea what he was gonna do until three. Jack off, maybe. Wow.

He was just buzzing, wired for sound. Yeah. A quick orgasm would help, and no one would ever know. Lane grinned, going for his hand lotion in the bathroom. That would calm him right down.

Then he could possibly be suave and calm when he met his fuzzy bear.

Was he already thinking of Fin as his? Maybe he should email the other guy. Darryl. Then again, maybe he ought to hedge his bets. If Fin didn’t pan out, he could call later.

Oh, hell. Really what he needed was to pop his cork.

He got his pants down, got his hand around his dick. Oh, dry. Lotion good. He added some to the mix. He imagined Fin, imagined rubbing up along that fuzzy chest, holding on and rocking close. Uhn. Okay, he was gonna go off like a rocket in about five seconds.

He leaned back, licked his lips and tugged faster, harder. Panting, he leaned his head back and imagined sucking a thick, hard cock, his hands on a roughly-haired pair of thighs. He’d be surrounded by the scent of pure, needy man, and his mouth would be so full. God, just imagine that cock in his ass.

A low groan escaped him and he pulled hard, jacking himself with a ferocity that promised to pop the top of his head off. Yeah. That was the rhythm. If he could just get over the edge...

He let himself remember that