“Is that…”
“My famous lasagna?” Kev grins and nods. “I’ve been stockpiling dishes and putting them in Grizz’s freezer so you don’t have to think about cooking for a while.”
My heart.
“And Mac and Blaze went out and got a Christmas tree, so you don’t have to do anything either,” Alex insists, scrubbing his hand over Jovie’s hair. “The kid decorated it and the cabin.”
“And I’m gonna start on the clubhouse next,” Jovie says loudly, the boys instantly up in arms. She giggles to herself, leaving them to argue and running over to my side.
We watch them silently. These large, loud, intimidating men in denim, leather—and one still in his chef’s jacket—discuss whether they should cover the clubhouse bar in tinsel and baubles.
It’s almost hilarious.
But mostly, it’s the closest thing I’ve ever felt to a real family in my entire life.
Jovie takes my hand, leaning into me gently and whispering, “we have a pretty cool family, right?”
My breath catches, my eyes meeting Grizz’s across the room as I squeeze Jovie’s hand tight.
“Yeah, we really do.”
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 29 - GRIZZ
“So how long do you think the guys will be able to entertain Jovie while we set everything up?” Brynn asks, as we move the Christmas tree to the corner of the room, a few decorations falling to the floor.
“I may or may not know that there is a Die Hard movie marathon taking place.”
“Grizz! She’s not old enough to be watching that,” she says, swiping at me. Catching her hand, I pull her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her.
“Careful with your shoulder, baby. I just got you back, I don't want you over doing it, and besides, you're never too young for Die Hard.” Leaning down, I breathe her in, dragging my nose along her jaw. “I was fucking scared, Brynn. So fucking scared,” I breathe, desperately needing her closer. Easing my hands under her shirt, her warm skin comes alive under my touch. She tilts her head to the side, granting me better access as I kiss down her neck.
“Grizz,” she moans. “I need you.”
Squeezing her waist, making sure she's real and not my imagination, I reluctantly let go and start unbuttoning the shirt she's wearing. Seeing her arm is practically immobile, she's taken to wearing my old button up shirts around the cabin. If we go to the clubhouse, I dress her in some leggings and drape my winter jacket over her shoulders. Enough for her to be comfortable but still warm when we're out in the bitter cold.
“I don't want to hurt you,” I whisper. Scared to let myself relive the fear of that night.
Reaching for my belt buckle, she pulls the leather, unbuckling it one handed and tugging until it falls to the floor.
“I'll be the judge of what I can handle, so unless you want me to go find another man who can fill me like you do, then this is happening,” she sasses. God she's beautiful when she gets demanding like this.
I walk to the front door, switching the lock and turning off the lights so the room is cast in a soft orange glow. The fireplace flickering in the background. Returning to where she stands, her shirt hangs half unbuttoned. Enough for me to see the curve of her cleavage but concealing the rest. Shuffling back, my calves hit the edge of the couch, and I shake off my cut, placing it over the back of the couch.
Her brow is furrowed, and she looks about two seconds from stomping her foot in frustration as I take my time. Needing a few seconds to control myself and not give in to the punishment I want to serve, I'll save her spanking until she's healed. She must be desperate if she dares to mention another man around me.
“Never,” I say calmly. Pulling the edge of my henley up and over my head. The tattoos across my body rippling from the movement. “Ever,” I growl, popping the button on my jeans, pushing them past my thick thighs along with my boxer briefs, and kicking them to the side. I'm standing in front of hercompletely naked, my cock so hard it hits my belly button with every movement. “Talk about another man, Brynn.”
Pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, she bites down on it, eyes devouring my body. A small whimper escaping her.
I sit on the couch, the flames of the fire dancing through the gap in her legs. Her shirt hangs mid thigh so I can't see her pussy. A tragedy, really, as it’s the missing piece to an almost perfect view. Clasping my hand around my cock, I stroke it once, pinching the tip until a sharp jolt of pain shoots through me. I need to control myself, because despite it only being days since I was last inside her. This woman,my woman, has my cock standing to her attention at all times of the day. You would never have guessed the empty years I had before her from how much she dominates my every thought.
“Come here, baby. You want my cock, then you can take all nine inches right now.”
I stare at her, daring her to take my challenge. I've been treating her like she's broken when I know she's anything but. She’s so fucking strong it pains me to know that she's had to fight this hard to get here. But never again. I'll be there for her and Jovie always. There's no end to us because we're forever.
Stepping forward, she stands between my thighs. I reach up and unbutton the rest of the shirt. Pushing it open to the curve of her hips. Her breasts hang perfectly for my hands to cup them. The faint silver of healed stretch marks she tries to hide, despite it being one of my favorite things about her body. Kissing her lower stomach, I push my hands across her soft skin and under the sides of her panties. Pulling them down in a slow tease for my eyes only. Her pussy glistens, an obvious display of her arousal, and I let out a low growl holding back the need to run my tongue through it, and suck on her clit.
