There’s a lightness in my body as I plop down in the chair behind our cabin. I feel as weightless as the fluffy clouds slowly drifting by in the summer sky.

This past week with Lachlan has been the best week of my life. I feel so safe and secure with him and happier than I’ve ever been. Until this week, I didn’t know that your cheeks could hurt from laughing so much.

I lean back in the chair, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and my cowboy hat as I watch the slow-moving river as it flows behind the cabin. It’s completely private here with nothing but the view of the peaceful river, the calming forest, and the majestic mountains in the far distance. It’s perfect.

It feels like nothing can hurt me up here with my new entourage of six grizzly bear shifters. What can my father do against that?

I’m not expecting him to forget about what I did, but right now, I don’t really care. Life is too perfect to think about him. And Lachlan has assured me that if he shows up with those Hell’s Howlers of his, then he’ll take care of them like he took care of Luca.

I finally feel like I’m free from my father’s cruel grasp and life has never been better.

“Are you coming out?” I ask over my shoulder. “Or did I tire you out so much that you need a nap?”

Lachlan answers from inside the cabin. “A nap would be nice,” he says with a laugh, “but I can’t resist staring at you while you’re sitting out there half naked.”

“If you come out in the next ten seconds I’ll get fully naked.”

I laugh as I hear him rushing out in a panic.

“Sorry,” I say with a shake of my head when I hear footsteps approaching. “That was eleven seconds.”

Lachlan steps out onto the back porch with a coffee in each hand and his cowboy hat hanging from his cock.

I laugh as he glances down at the steamy mug of coffee. “I got you something,” he says.

“Just what I wanted,” I say with a grin. I ignore the coffee cup and peek under the cowboy hat at his big dick.

“Mmmmm,” I moan as I toss the cowboy hat behind me and drag my tongue along his thick shaft. It hardens instantly, and my mouth waters at the sight of it.

He’s so big, and I can’t enough of it. This cock has been inside me more than it’s been out of me this week. My jaw is sore, my hands are sore, my pussy is sore, but I can’t stop taking it in.

He’s stuck holding the two coffee cups as I take him deep in my mouth and start sucking him off.

“Fuck, sweet girl,” he groans as I swirl my tongue around him. “I love that little mouth of yours. There’s nothing better.”

I suck his cock until his big chest is heaving and he’s forcing out deep grunts. I rub my clit in tight little circles, desperately wanting to come as he unloads into my mouth.

His cock pulses, shooting his hot seed onto my tongue as he lets out a carnal roar. I greedily swallow everything he gives me as I come along with him.

A few seconds later, we’re both trying to catch our breath as I lean back in the chair, wipe my wet lips, and moan.

“Can you take this now?” he asks with a chuckle, still standing there with the two cups of coffee.

“Sure,” I say with a laugh as I take it. “Thanks for not spilling it on my head when you came.”

“It was a struggle,” he says, smiling as he sits down in his chair, “but I’m talented like that.”

“Good to know.” I take a sip of the warm coffee, slightly upset that it’s washing away his sexy taste. “Thanks for the coffee.”

He’s watching the river with total content on his face. “Sweet girl,” he whispers to himself.

I smile shyly as I take another sip.

Without a word, he grabs the fishing pole that’s leaning against the wooden railing and grabs a worm from the jar by the foot of his chair. I close my eyes as he stabs the poor wiggling worm with the hook and casts him into the river.

I smile as I watch Lachlan lean back in his chair, fishing from the back porch with a peaceful look on his face.

Yup. Montana is definitely my home.

And I’m not leaving for anything.

Half an hour and no bites later, I turn to him with a smirk. “You’re not very good at this.”

“Fishing is all about patience,” he says while staring at the river.

“I thought it was all about catching fish.”

He shakes his head. “Nope. It’s about patience. It’s also about not talking.”

“Oh,” I say with a grin. “Then I guess I wouldn’t be very good at fishing.”

His big shoulders shake as he laughs. “I guess not.”

Another minute of no bites passes, and I turn back to him. “You should pull out the big guns.”

He raises an eyebrow as he turns to me.

“Sorry,” I say with a shrug, “but he’s a much better fisherman than you.”

He laughs. God, I love that sound.

“Maybe,” he says with a grin. “But he always mangles the fish with his teeth.”

I lean over and grab his big bicep with both hands. “Please!” I beg. “I want to go for a ride.”

He motions to the door with his head. “Let’s go inside and you can ride me.”

“I wish I could,” I say with a laugh. “But I’m still sore from the last ride. I need a break. Pllllleeaase.”

After a long exhale he nods. “Fine.”

“Yay!” I squeal as I jump up and clap my hands. “I love you!”

He turns with a grin. “I love you too.”

Lachlan reels in the hook, puts the fishing rod back, and walks onto the grass between the porch and the river.

My heart starts pounding in excitement as his body shakes. I gasp when I see a patch of fur growing on his chest, and in the time it takes me to blink, a full grown grizzly bear explodes out of his body.

I should be nervous, but I’m not.

He’s my bear, and I know he wouldn’t hurt me.

“Hi!” I say as the huge grizzly bear lumbers over. He presses his cold wet nose to my belly, making me squeal and jump out of the way.

I dig my fingers into his thick fur and scratch his cheeks, making him grumble in delight. He loves it when I scratch behind his ears.

“Thanks, Lachlan,” I whisper as I make the bear groan. “We’ll catch you a big fish.”

I throw a tank top and some shorts on and then climb onto the bear’s back. I love doing this!

Eeeee! It’s so fun!

I grab two fistfuls of his fur and hold on tight as he walks to the river and steps inside. A warm gust of wind blows over me and my hand darts up to hold my cowboy hat on my head where it belongs.

“Catch a big one,” I say as the bear scans the water, looking for our dinner. “Make Lachlan jealous that you’re a way better fisherman than him.”

My bear swats his big paw into the water and pulls out a huge wiggling fish.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” I shout as he puts it in his mouth. He groans as I lean forward and scratch the back of his ears. “Good bear!”

He tosses the fish onto the shore and keeps walking through the river, keeping me dry on his back.

I tilt my head up, close my eyes, and let the warm Montana sun wash down on me, feeling happy, safe, content, and free.

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