CHAPTER 19 - GRIZZ
My body aches. The perfect reminder of a night well spent buried deep inside my woman.
The sun's glow shines through the closed curtains and I stretch my arms above my head, feeling the burn as my muscles are pulled tight.
I do a lot of physical labor and I work out, but this feeling is one I've not had in a year, or ever.
Brynn came so many times I lost count. Over and over she screamed into my pillow, the bed sheets, my chest.
Rolling over, I go to wrap my body around her, only the space beside me is empty.
What. The. Fuck.
I can't hear them out in the living room, which means they have either left or… nope, not going there.
Finding yesterday's jeans, I pull them on, grabbing the first top I can see, pulling it over my head as I trudge into the snow. My boots are undone and I try to control my hair, tying it back from my face.
Throwing open the kitchen door, I quickly scan the room when I hear laughter from the living room. Everyone but me seems to be sitting at the table, some stupid board game in the middle. They're like feral rats taking turns in throwing the dice and moving tiny statues.
I stand in the doorway, a low growl coming from deep in my chest. The sound strong enough to gain everyone's attention. Brynn sees me, grinning, despite my frustration.
“No one take my turn, I'll be back,” she says pushing out from the table, walking past me until we're hidden from view.
Not wasting a second, I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist, taking her into the mud room and closing the door.
It's not a lot of privacy but it's enough to muffle whatever happens. Yelling or fucking, I’m okay with either.
“You weren't there?” I say, pushing her back to the wall, digging my fingers into her ass. “I was going to wake you up by eating your pussy until you squirted. I had plans, Brynn.” I realize I sound like a spoiled brat but I really did have plans and now that's ruined.
Resting her hands on my shoulders, she leans forward, giving me a soft kiss. “Are you done now?”
“Yes” I grunt.
“I woke up when I heard Jovie moving about. And I will continue to get up when I hear her because despite the fun little tantrum you just gave me, that's what you do when you're a parent.”
“But your hand, I need to check it’s healing? ”
“Grizz, my hand has been fine for a while now. You wouldn’t even know I touched stinging nettle.
” Rolling her eyes, she runs her fingers through my hair, pushing them into my scalp causing some of the tension of ease.
“How about tomorrow, I wake up a little earlier?” Pulling my earlobe into her mouth, she sucks on it, softly moaning.
“How about, I wake you up by riding your cock?
Or maybe I'll give you a blow job, I haven't decided.”
Adjusting our angle, my cock instantly growing at her words. She's basically said every man's dream. To wake up to the woman of your dreams bouncing on your cock is something you could only wish for.
“Brynn,” I groan. “I could just fuck you right here?” Thrusting my hips against her.
“Where’s the fun in that? Tomorrow morning I promise to wake you up before I leave the room and…”
“And…” I grimace.
“And you watch Jovie for a few hours now while I go to the apartment to sort through our things. We didn't have much but if we're going to be staying with you then I need to get the rest of it.”
Her explanation makes sense but my chest still tightens at the thought of her being away from me.
“Jovie and I will come with you,” I state.
“No, I don't want her around all that ash and also I will get nothing done if the two of you come. You'll be grumpy the whole time and Jovie will be bored.”
She makes a good point, but also, I hate every part of this idea. “You take four guys with you.”
“One,” she counters.
“Three,” I fire back.
“Two.”
“Agreed, two. They will take you in the truck and help you sort.” She doesn't need to know that I only wanted two of the guys to go with her.
I started high to get what I want. She came in with a strong deal but negotiating with someone who hustled cigarettes in prison for fun, she was never going to come out on top.
“Wait, you're letting me go?” Her brows are raised, surprised that it would be so easy.
Placing her on the floor, I wrap my fingers around her neck, crowding her body.
“Firstly, I'm looking forward to you waking me up tomorrow morning. I plan on spending the day with your cream on my cock. Secondly, you don't have to bribe me with sexual favors for me to agree to something. I’ll accept them, but I'm not your keeper, baby. Whatever you want to do we’ll make it work. I just want you safe is all.”
Her eyes flutter, and she lets out a deep sigh, resting her head against the wall. “I keep forgetting you do the opposite of every guy out there,” she whispers.
Pulling the mudroom door open, I call out, “Michael, Duke. You're leaving to take Brynn to the bar in ten minutes. Be ready.”
“Okay, well then, I guess I'm going out. If anything comes up with Jovie, call me,” she smiles, and I let her go, smacking her ass as she walks back to the game.
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“Remember to focus on your target and exhale when you're ready to pull the trigger.” Jovie lies next to me and Mac, with the frozen forest floor under several blankets to make sure she doesn't get too cold.
We wait patiently as she lines up her shot, cheering loudly when the can falls off the fallen log a hundred yards away.
“I did it!” she yells, happily.
“You did good, kid. You’ve hit all of the targets with the rifle so how about we move on to hand guns,” Mac says eagerly, the man has a thing for firearms. When he proposed we make sure Jovie understands how to work a weapon, I didn't love the idea of her playing with guns, but I’m realistic and know she might stumble across one of ours one day.
We run a tight ship in everything we do, but situations have arisen where we need to be armed. If something comes up and Jovie picks up a firearm, not knowing how to handle it, and something were to happen, I could never forgive myself.
Mac will teach her the proper way to check and clear a weapon and we’ll take Brynn over it another time.
Wrapping bright red tape around a nearby tree trunk, I walk back over to where Mac is showing her the ins and outs of a Glock. It's heavy and not suited to her, but it's common enough for her to recognise all of the components needed.
“This one's different from the rifle, in that the kickback comes from your hands. I’ll be here with you to control it but your hands are going to want to fly back at you and hit you in the head. Don't worry, I won't let that happen but you need to be prepared.”
Nodding, the look of determination crosses her face as she stands, legs shoulder width apart. Her left foot slightly in front of her right so she has better control.
I kneel behind her, placing the ear muffs over her head. Covering her hands with mine, I brace enough so she won't lose control as I feel her finger move to the trigger beneath mine. A cold plume of breath evaporating in the frigid air around us.
BANG.
The shot rings out, a small hole appearing in target.
“Shes a natural, Grizz,” Mac says, taking the glock from my hands.
“This is one of the coolest things I've ever done,” she beams at us both, walking over to the tree and feeling the hole the bullet left behind.
“How about we go make some hot chocolate?” I ask.
She might want to keep going but I can see her lips starting to turn blue with every minute we stay out here.
Brynn will want to chop my dick off for teaching her kid how to handle a weapon, but she’ll bury me six feet under if I let her freeze to death.
“One more try and then we pack up?” she asks hopefully. Mac shrugs his shoulders, indifferent to the new found child supervisory hat I’m wearing.
“Okay, one more and then we go inside by the fire. Your mom’s gonna kill me anyway so may as well make sure you cement everything.”
“Oh yeah, you’re one hundred percent going to die when she finds out.
She won't even let me get bread when she's parked outside the store without her. It was nice knowing you, Grizz. I hope you enjoyed your last day on earth.” She laughs, the confident sassy kid from the first night we met shining through.
“Wait, do you think she will be really mad?” I ask, doubting my decisions.
“Oh man, she's going to kill you when she finds out. Ain't no doubt about that.” Mac laughs, bending over, trying to catch his breath.
Fuck.