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As she climbed the glistening wood steps to the big, dark door, her feet made a light crunch. The misty chill in the air felt like home to Hannah, and she paused to savor it before she swung her bag through the dark, heavy door.

A huge man with a luxuriant beard and mustache, honey-colored like his mane of hair, towered behind the large polished reception desk. His head lifted slowly as Hannah came through the door. His raised elbows pointed outwards and his hands hung loose from his wrists. His watery brown eyes glowed at her. She felt her knees weaken and her thighs trembled as he looked her up and down.

“Welcome to Great Bear Inn, Hannah. I am Duncan, at your service.” His voice was thick, dark and sweet. Hannah must have looked surprised. When she met his eyes, a charge went off inside her that made her chest heave and her breath caught in her throat.

Duncan went on in his unhurried way, “Herman gave me a description when he called to say you would be coming. I recognized you right away.” The big man's eyes traveled all over Hannah's frame. As they did she saw nothing but delight on his face.

Hannah asked him, “What did Herman say?”

“He said that you were big and tall, and very beautiful.”
Herman said that?
“That you had the face of an angel and the body of a goddess.” Hannah's thighs trembled and felt hot at the tops. Hot and damp. He said, “Herman didn't do you justice.”

There was no play in Duncan’s voice, no undercurrent. He spoke as though he were simply stating obvious facts. As if to underline it, he moved straight to business without missing a beat. “Herman spoke highly of you as a photographer, and I think he can be relied on in that area. If you can provide some interior and exterior shots of the Inn; including the bar, the dining room, the porch and one or two rooms, then I could waive the charge for your room and board.”

Duncan watched Hannah, waiting for a reaction.

Then he added, “Assuming the pictures are suitable for the website and promotional material, of course, but I have no doubt. As I said, I think that Herman can be trusted on that.” As he spoke, he hadn't stopped appreciating Hanna's slopes and generous curves. His gaze was frank, although not rude or intrusive, but Hannah was unaccustomed to being openly appreciated.

“Speaking of, I couldn’t get into the website,” Hannah told him. “There didn’t seem any way past the front page.”

He took a moment to reply. As he did Hannah watched his strong tongue moisten his thick lips. “It’s a kind of a membership sort of deal.” He said awkwardly.
Odd way to run a website for a hotel
, Hannah thought.

She had the distinct impression he was evading the subject as he told her, “I’ve had a bottle put in your room. It's on the house. If you don't drink it, just take it with you, but I hope you’ll like it.”

Hannah couldn’t help herself from asking, “Did Herman say anything else about me?”

“Yes.” The big man looked hard in Hannah's eyes. As he did she was heating up. Especially in her jeans. “He told me that I'd want to fuck you.” Hannah's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. He went on, “At least he wasn't wrong about that.”

The way he looked at Hannah, it seemed like it was a done deal. In his mind at least. She ought to tell him that it certainly was not. “Doesn’t happen often.“ he said, “Not too many girls have the build and the personality. You do.”

She ought to give him a slap. She ought to reach right across the desk and grab a hold of him. She wasn’t sure that she could trust what she might do if she did get her hands on him.

Then Hannah shocked herself, wondering,
And, what are you going to do about it, Duncan of the Great Bear?

He looked in her eye as he said, “Come find me when you get around to the idea.”

Hannah lifted her chin and said, “Or?”

“Or I'll come and get you.” He smiled, “Obviously.”

Her room was upstairs at the front. It was large and well-furnished with a solid writing desk, a table and chairs. The furniture, including the big, thick, soft bed, was plain, rustic and sturdy, but well made and elegantly proportioned.

On the table, as Duncan had promised was a bottle and two clean, heavy tumblers. The bottle was a honeyed bourbon.
Special Reserve
, according to the gold print on the label. Not Hannah’s kind of a drink but then she wasn’t much of a drinker. She thought about the big man downstairs.

Herman told me that I'd want to fuck you
. Hannah was still startled that Herman would talk about her like that. That he would even think it. She was even more startled that Duncan would say it like that. His voice was that of a man who simply said what he wanted and expected to get it.

She thought him some more. About the thick, golden beard, his lustrous dark honey hair. About the glow in his dark amber eyes. And about the size of him. He must be over six and a half feet tall. Her breath caught in her chest. Big, big man.

It didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

Hannah wanted to shower off the feeling of the road and change for outdoors.

Like the bedroom, her bathroom was furnished with simple, sturdy wood. The shower cabinet was solid and looked vintage. Hannah ran the shower and was pleasantly surprised by the quick steaming gush from the big shower head. She let it run to make steam while she peeled off her clothes. As the long mirror steamed up, she caught sight of her plump breasts and her unusually hard, erect nipples.

They softened as the steam rose, but she was surprised to see them so pert. In the shower, she lathered herself meticulously. As she soaped around her breasts, Duncan came back to her mind. Her hand slid the soap over her belly and he wouldn’t leave. She soaped her full, soft butt and his lips were still in her mind. She slapped her buttock cheek, hard to shake the thoughts away.

A slap was usually an instant return back-down-to-earth for Hannah. This time, disconcertingly, she found that she craved another. And harder. As the water cascaded over her, it pooled on her chest and ran in rivers down her thighs. She soaped between her legs. She soaped more and brought up a lather.

Hannah’s thighs and her buttocks clenched. The images of Duncan were becoming more vivid. More complete. Less clothed. She imagined his long, heavy body, in a downy sheen of fur. His muscles flexing. His big buttocks tightening. His massive thighs pumping. All the time his luminous eyes on her. On every part of her. His tongue flicking out along his cruel lips.

She moaned and she kept on soaping, and she slid down with her back against the tiled wall and her hands furiously working between her legs. Under the water, falling all over her, she shook and moaned and rubbed until finally her eyes screwed closed and a long, groaning sigh dragged up through her throat.

After the shower, Hannah felt re-energized. She dressed and grabbed her camera bag and headed out while the light was still good. Late afternoon as the sun got lower, it gave more shadows and dramatic detail. The light was also softer, more radiant with color. All her best outdoor shots were in the late afternoon, early evening or the early morning.

Hannah came quickly down the wide staircase. As she passed the reception desk, she noticed that the man who had greeted her and checked her in, Duncan
I'd want to fuck you
, was not there. In his place was another man who was also uncommonly big, with darker brown hair but also with a thick, soft beard mustache. He gave her an easy smile as she passed by, heading for the door.

“Look out for the bears, Miss.”

“Purpose of visit,” she called back breezily.

“Wait up!” he shouted after her. “Are you serious?”

“Yup,” said Hannah. He beckoned her back to the reception desk and took out an old map of the mountain. “Your best bet will be to follow the track to the right of where you drove in, and follow it, see here?” he pointed to a trail on the map. As Hannah leaned over the map to look, she caught a dark, sweet scent. The unmistakable, potent musk of man.

Her knees trembled. She followed the man’s strong finger as it traced a path, up into the woods above the inn. She looked up and their eyes met. A thump deep inside her felt like a distant depth charge. She was sure she caught a burst of her own natural perfume.

Hannah hiked up the stony path with her pack on her back. She followed the directions from the man’s smoky, assured voice. Remembering his word and the sound of his voice, Hannah mused,
You wait all your life for a halfway decent man, and then two divine alpha males show up in the space of an hour.

Even with her lack of experience, her almost total lack of experience, in fact, Hannah was certain that both of those wonderful men desired her. Well, one had been plain and said so straight out, there was no mistake about that.

The other? Maybe she should have asked him. Straight out in the same way:
Duncan, your colleague, said that he wanted to fuck me. How about you?
Even thinking about saying it made her feel a little giddy. Thinking about how he might reply, she almost missed her footing.

Okay, time for a rest here
, she thought. It was in the area the man had showed her on the map.
With his long, thick strong fingers
… Her concentration really was wandering. She took a drink from the water bottle in her pack. The light was good and she had a great view down a gentle slope, through tall brown and silver tree trunks and over the undergrowth to where bushes marked the edge of a stream. Farther she could see the valley, with a haze rising before the evening mist.

Birds sang and tweeted in the tops of the trees and the leaves rustled as they caught the light breeze. In the sunlight at the bottom of a clump of trees, by a dark green bush was a crouching
BEAR.

Hannah kept her eyes locked on him. His long fur was a soft dark golden. His face was a darker brown and his muzzle was white. He sniffed the air. She was upwind, he surely wouldn’t pick up her scent. He was gorgeous. And huge.

As silently as she could, with her eyes still fixed on him, she reached in for her camera. The big SLR was in the bottom of her pack and there was no way she’d get it out without him hearing, and that would certainly scare him off. At least, she hoped that was what would happen.