The Bear’s Mail Order Menage

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Blurb:

A bear shifter, threesome romance book.

Part 3 in the Otherworldly Triangles series.

Best friends Andrew and Joshua do everything together.

And that includes sleeping with the same women.

Having gone through all of the females in town, they are now ready to do something a little bit more daring: send away for a mail-order bride who will have a taste of them both!

Alina Kristof, looking to dodge trouble at home, was all in for getting hitched, even though the men she would marry were practical strangers…

But what kicked off as just a bit of fun turned into way more.

Yet the threesome is soon going to realize that their menage is going to stir up so much drama that it might be more trouble than what it’s worth…

Will Alina’s decision lead her to a new beginning or unexpected complications?

Find out in this werebear love triangle romance story by Jade White.

Chapter 1

“Josh! Hey, Josh! Where the hell you been, man? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Well that can’t be true, otherwise you would have found me.”

“Ha ha, very funny, wise-ass. Let me put it a different way. I’ve been looking for you some places, and you’re fu*king late. What gives, man?”

Joshua rolled his eyes and grinned at his friend. Joshua Peters and Andrew Freeman, were friends so close they might as well have been brothers. Hell, they were more than brothers. They had chosen each other. Chosen to be blood, chosen to love each other and forgive each other every day practically from birth. It was the sort of relationship not often forged in the modern world, something mocked by many because it wasn’t understood.

So one might wonder, how was it that they were permitted to do such a thing? How, when boys were so often held to just one ideal of what men should be? It was something that the two of them, now that they were in the beginning of what could be considered their adult years, might have thought about frequently. They might have, given different circumstances. Fortunately for them, at least Joshua considered it fortunate as he smiled down on his rambunctious friend.   The two of them had grown up in very different circumstances than most people. Their lives had been very, very different.

“Earth to Josh. You still with me, buddy?”

“Yes, I’m with you.”

“Sh*t, are you sure? Are you going to tell me where you were?”

“I guess. It wasn’t anything exciting. I was reading.”

Andrew rolled his eyes and made a gagging noise, like picking up a book was the worst thing in the world. Joshua laughed. He wasn’t offended because it was exactly the sort of response he would have expected. Although the two were best friends, they could not possibly have been designed more differently than if one had been cut from the moon and one from the sun. Everything, from their looks to their demeanor, was diametrically opposed. If the old adage that opposites attracted rang true and if it applied to platonic relationships as well as romantic, it summed up everything about the two of them. From what they had heard, it had always been that way.

Joshua had been born to a quiet, reserved family, a family that would have appeared entirely at home had they been transplanted back to the times when the country had first been colonized. They were a quiet family, a family of thinkers, and a family of deep thinkers who hesitated to speak their minds. Both his mother and his father were very fair-skinned with thick black curls and deep brown eyes. Joshua was no exception. It would have been utterly impossible for anyone to mistake him for belonging to any family other than the Peters. They had Joshua, their one son and the eldest, and one daughter named Cali who was two years younger than Joshua.

She had looked like her family as well, except for the bright blue eyes that lit her whole face from the inside. She had been the heart of the family, the heart of the whole community, really. It had been her who had discovered Andrew all those years ago. So different from them, like a little burning ball of fire with his golden locks and sun kissed eyes. The green eyes that peered out from beneath his filthy sandy hair had been fierce in a way one never expected to see in a child. He had been wildly skeptical of everything and everyone around him. He was little more than a feral animal living in the safety of the bushes until Cali found him and brought him home. Joshua could still see it in his mind’s eye, the tiniest of little girls leading the dirtiest little boy anyone had ever seen. He could see it like it was yesterday. That’s how deeply it was seared into his heart.

“Joshua?”

Andrew’s tone was softer than it had been before, more searching, and he called him Joshua instead of Josh. That meant he could see at least a small part of where Joshua’s mind was wandering to. They may have been twenty-five now instead of six, but those bright eyes of Andrew’s still saw just as clearly as they ever had.

“Yep, sorry. I’m here. Mostly.”

“If I had to guess, I would say it’s all those books. Not good for you. I’ve been saying it for years.”

“Oh, I know, I’ve been there for all of them.”

“Come on, man. I can see that you’re thinking about her. It’s best not to, if you can manage it. Believe me, I’ve spent years mastering the art of forgetting. Sometimes I even manage it, sometimes I don’t. But you have to try, right? You’re going to drive yourself crazy if you don’t. Probably drive all of the rest of us crazy in the process. Especially me.”

“Not a long trip, right?”

“That’s right, asshole!”

From the shallow embankment Andrew was standing in, he picked up a clod of dirt and lobbed in at Joshua who, instead of catching it, allowed it to hit him in his rather large bicep and disintegrate into a thousand little pieces. Joshua knew that there were many people who would have resented the way that Andrew laid claim to matters that were not technically part of his blood.

For him, however, there was none of those negative feelings or ill will. In his mind, they were linked in a way that some real family sometimes didn’t manage, and one man’s pain was also the other’s. He did not discriminate, wouldn’t have even known how, had he wanted to. Andrew had saved his life many times and in more ways than one. They each owed the other debts that could not be spoken of and would never be fully repaid. That was how families worked, wasn’t it? It was for Joshua, anyway. He didn’t know how else to be.

“Do you have your trunks?”

“Nope, just what you see on me.”

“What, that?” Andrew responded with a smirk as he surveyed Joshua’s ratty cutoff shorts and paint splattered white shirt, “I don’t think that’s an outfit you really need to keep dry, do you? You look like a hobo, for christ’s sake.”