Page 17 of Goldie's Grumpy Grizzly
“Mmm.” Excitement zips through me as I lower my mouth to lap at the bead of moisture topping his broad crown.
He sucks air, bracing a hand on the glass behind me and thrusting forward like a heat-seeking missile aiming for my throat.
A wicked shiver runs through me as I make a tsking noise. “Like that, do you? Tell me what to do to please you.”
“Tighten your grip,” he growls, eyes closing as I do so. “Slide your hands up and down my shaft. Yes, like that. Faster.”
I find a rhythm that matches his rocking hips, smiling when his groans give way to animalistic grunts. An intoxicating surge of power pulses in me as I open my mouth as wide as I can, then wrap my lips around his swollen tip. I run my tongue over his ridges, swirling it over the smooth head and dipping into the slit at the top.
“Fuck. I won’t last much longer.” He drives his hips forward, slipping along my two-handed grip and further into my mouth. Then he grabs hold of my wet hair and guides my head along his length. I bob my head faster, humming at the sweet and salty taste of him. “I’m going to come.”
He tries to withdraw, but I hold fast and tighten my grip. Drawing forward, I swallow down his cock. Feel him nudge against the back of my throat. Hear him curse loudly. Then he shudders, roaring with release as hot, sticky cum fills my mouth. The edges of my vision go hazy as I drink his seed down, tasting spurt after spurt as it hits my tongue. Unable to keep up, it seeps from the corners of my mouth and dribbles down my chin as he gently pulls away from me.
“Oh, sweetheart. You didn’t have to do that.” He sits beside me, tugging me into his lap and wiping the edges of my lips with his thumb.
“I wanted to. I like it.” I lean forward and lick the last of his cum from the pad of his finger. “Next time, I want it inside me. If it’ll fit.”
“It’ll fit. You’re my mate, my perfect match. We’ll just have to make sure you’re ready for me.” His eyes darken, that reflective quality shining in them as he cradles my face and strokes my cheek before bending low for a sweet kiss. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and fed.”
I smile as he leads me under the warm spray of water and lathers me up while my heart stutters in my chest.
“Watch out now. I could get used to this kind of treatment.”
He lifts his gaze to meet mine. “So could I.”
At his words, something shiny and beautiful and different from pure lust takes root inside me and sprouts.
After sharing a take-out pizza for two under the stars and getting to know each other better, we make our way back to the cabin under the light of a half-moon, hand-in-hand. A companionable silence settles between us, but I can sense that something’s changed. The air around us is charged, pregnant with possibilities and swirling with a magical, otherworldly energy.
Must be the nearby portals and the enchanted effects of this land, but somehow, I feel so comfortable and at home in ways that I never felt back in California. Maybe it’s the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves, the fresh air, or the expansive space that surrounds us.
Or maybe it’s the man at my side.
I turn my head to glance at Cole and catch him staring at me. Smiling, I give his hand a small squeeze. He squeezes back and that funny little feeling worms its way through me again, making my stomach flip.
I could put roots down here. Call this place home.
“It must be nice to work so close with family.”
“You haven’t met them yet,” he says. “Maybe withhold judgment until you do. Clay can be a moody bear and Connor’s the social one. But Mama is all mama bear.”
“Oh yes, I’ve exchanged several emails with Melanie while we were planning the event. She seems lovely.”
“She is—when she’s not needling us all about giving her some grand-cubs or hovering around us trying to take care of us all even though we’re all grown up.” He pauses for a minute, then squeezes my hand.
I smile. “Mama bear sounds like it suits her perfectly. I wish I was close to mine, but my family’s busy. Always jetting off here, there, and everywhere. We don’t even get together for Christmas anymore. It’s just a phone call or a card someone’s assistant got stuck sending out.”
“Really? But, if I remember right, aren’t there a whole litter of you? You’re not connected?”
“There are six of us. Gia, Malcolm, Xander, Iseul, Wiley, and me. I’m sure you’ve seen or heard of a few of them.” I reach up to touch the gemstones dangling from my neck. “Everyone thinks we must’ve had such a charmed life to be adopted by such a famous A-lister couple. And yeah, my parents adopted us all and gave us every material comfort, but I still have questions I wish I could’ve asked my biological parents. I don’t even know who they were, what they were like.”
Questions like why didn’t they want me? Why didn’t they keep me? Why did they leave me with nothing except a gemstone pendant?
I push the thoughts aside. Now’s not the time to get into that mess. “Instead, I landed with a family that I share very little common ground with. They all crave attention and spotlight where I just want to hole up, read, and write. I’m the only anomaly. In their view, I’m a massive screw up.”
Cole quirks a brow in surprise. “I highly doubt that. You’re wildly successful and creative. Got a sold-out on-site event next year that says so. Why wouldn’t they be proud of what you do?”
I huff out a breath. “Because they think it’s a phase. I have a track record for starting things and not finishing them. They’re convinced this will all end in disappointment—for me, for my publisher, for all the fans. And so far, they’ve been right. I came here hoping to recover my writing mojo.”
