Bear Trapped (Bear Creek Grizzlies #5)

41. Finn

FINN

H e’d planned everything out in his head while they cuddled in bed, envisioning a chance to get Lauren naked in the fancy shower he’d spent way too much money outfitting, but she surprised him. Again. A blowjob was the last thing he expected, but then she was there and her hand curled around him and her mouth… His entire brain shorted out. Nothing could have distracted him from her perfect attention.

Finn’s shoulder and side still ached from being shot, despite his accelerated healing, and the morphine wearing off made reality come screaming back. The shower and Lauren’s attention was more than enough to distract him again, even if it somewhat limited how acrobatic he planned to get with her. He wasn’t quite ready to hike her up and fuck against the wall, like he’d originally planned, but there was still plenty to do sitting down. Thank fuck he’d invested in that bench and the extra long shower stall, although the fancy jacuzzi tub called out for some attention. If it wouldn’t have taken so long to heat up and fill with water, he would have been tempted to drag Lauren over so neither of them had to work very hard.

Her eyes were closed, a slight smile on her face, as she relaxed and breathed and occasionally stroked her stomach as the steam billowed and moved around them. Finn damn near choked up as he looked at her. His mate. His mate . He’d found her, finally, even after giving up. Even after all those years of being bitter and alone and resigned to misery for the rest of his short life, there she was. Right where he’d never expected. Hauling his ass out of a bear trap and to safety, then marching down a lonely winter trail to confront armed cops and drug runners.

She was so brave. So much more than he’d expected to find, or even dreamed of finding. He hadn’t had any frame of reference for Lauren. She skipped into his life and whirled around and brought the good kind of chaos.

Finn reached over and took her hand, his throat clogged with emotion. “Thank you for saving me.”

Her smile went a little crooked, and she opened one eye to look at him. “I didn’t save you. You saved me .”

“That’s not how I see it.” Finn couldn’t take being apart from her and abruptly dragged her into his lap, her back to his chest, to wrap his arms around her and smell her damp hair. He pressed his nose to her shoulder, closing his eyes again. Even her soft, round ass against his thighs wasn’t enough to distract him. “You pulled me out of that bear trap and hiked me up the trail to the cabin.”

“You got out of the trap on your own,” she said, laughing breathlessly and squirming. She felt slippery and slick, exactly perfect conditions to slide his hand along her thigh. “And I’m sure you would have been fine getting to the cabin. I probably did more damage dragging you there in the first place.”

Finn snorted and held her tighter, hooking his knees under hers to spread her legs a little more. “And you helped flush out some of the drug runners by heading out on your own when you freaked out on me.”

Her squirming turned less playful and more needy, as she undulated and spread her thighs for him. She gasped but managed to string a few words together. “And I almost got us both killed, until you saved me.”

“And then,” he murmured against her shoulder. He stroked up her thighs, teasing her with glancing touches around her clit and through her folds. Her back arched and her arms went up so her hands slid into his hair, holding on as her hips rocked in response to his attention. “You walked through the snow and into the unknown to confront three dudes who’d already shot me and four other people. You’re amazing.”

“I’m stupid and I have poor impulse control,” she said. She twisted in his arms, trying to angle her hips, and her ass planted against his already hard cock. He groaned and held her tighter.

But Finn wasn’t about to let that kind of comment pass. He smacked her hip in a light spank, beyond pleased that she moaned and a full-body shiver ran through her at the discipline. “Don’t call yourself stupid or I’ll have to spank you. Got it?”

She went breathless, her hands fisting in his hair. “Promise?”

His brain glitched and he started growling before he figured out what the hell was happening. Lauren managed to lift herself up enough his cock slid into place and almost into her, already slippery and slick from the shower and her excitement. He fully meant to keep telling her how amazing she was, but everything else disappeared. Finn manhandled her a little to make sure everything lined up, then dropped her down on his cock. He held tight to her waist so she wouldn’t flail around and reveled in her tight channel pulsing around him. Lauren gasped and moaned, arching to rise up, but Finn kept her right where she was, ass flush against his thighs.

He palmed her breast and squeezed, kissing the back of her neck, and waited for her to collapse back against him. He chuckled and casually teased her clit, rubbing around it until her body clutched at his cock and he couldn’t wait another second. Finn kept her steady as he thrust slowly, still seated and enjoying the spray of hot water. Lauren held on to him, and he held on to her, and rode the connection into a slowly-building climax that left them both sated and panting in the middle of the steam.