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 her completely 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.
I rest back against the couch, my cock throbbing, pre cum beading on the tip.
Her leg opens to my side as she uses her good arm to balance on my shoulder, straddling her thighs on either side of mine.
My thumb flicks over her nipple, rubbing it back and forward while the weight of her breast rests comfortably in my hand.
Sitting up on her knees she reaches between us, her hand grasping my hardness.
Rolling my head back against the couch, I moan from the contact as she places me at her entrance, sinking so just my tip is inside her.
I've never used a condom with her, and I won't. We had a small conversation way back at the start, and I left it in her hands. Is it a dick move? I’m not sure, but she knows where I stand.
I want babies with her if she wants them.
Whatever birth control she wants to use, then we do that until she's ready.
At some point in our relationship, she'll tell me she's pregnant or not. Jovie is my kid now, but if she wants to add another one then I’ll support her every step of the way.
I can't imagine the struggles she's been through with being a single mom, and I never want her to feel that kind of pressure from me.
If we have more kids, that's amazing, but if we just have Jovie, then I'm equally happy.
“Grizz,” she sighs as she eases down my length in one motion.
Her pussy strangling my cock. She's so wet I easily slide in and out of her cunt as she rolls her hips.
Sitting up, I pull her against me, one arm wrapped around her back while the other holds her hip.
Her clit finding enough pressure as it rubs between us.
“Fuck, Brynn. You’re like a queen bouncing on my cock like this.” Letting go of her hip, I push her shirt out of the way, seeking out her breast so I can suck on it. Biting down on her nipple until a ring of teeth marks appear.
“Grizz,” she moans louder. There's no reason to be quiet with Jovie a hundred yards away in the clubhouse.
“Scream my name, baby. Tell everyone who you belong to.” I grunt the words, her pussy so tight it's like a vice.
I quickly lean back, grabbing both of her hips to hold her in place.
Hoping my fingers leave bruises of this moment for days to come.
I rut into her. The smacking of our bodies is the only sound in the room other than our pants and moans.
Her head falls back, her jaw slack as she screams out my name to the heavens.
The orgasm ripping through her as I pump into her a few more times.
Falling over the edge as ropes of cum spill deep inside her.
I watch her every movement.
The way her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. Her head falls forward, chin dropping towards her chest, staring at me through her lashes.
“Shoulder okay?” I pant, a drop of sweat rolling down my chest. “That was far more intense than I had planned. If we were going to fuck tonight, it was meant to be slow and easy.” Not me fucking up into her while she rode my cock.
“It's good,” she grins. “I mean, it was fine. Not your best work but could have been worse.”
“The fuck you say, woman!” Did she just bait me?
Lifting her up, still firmly inside her, I carry her to the table.
The decorative table runner the perfect tool in my plan.
She squeals as I move her, laughing and grabbing onto me as I place her down on it.
Testing out my ability to easily move her back and forward on the table top, the runner acting as a slide so her shoulder doesn't rub against the hard surface.
My cock is still hard, and looking down at her pussy, our cum is starting to leak out. Something I’ll have to fix by fucking her again, exactly the way she likes it. Doing a once over of her shoulder, the bandages are white and I’m happy that none of the stitches have torn.
Spreading her legs, I ease in and out of her slowly. Placing my palm on her lower stomach, and pushing down until I feel the pressure on my length as I drag it against her inner walls.
“Holy fuck, what are you doing?” she cries, reaching up and pinching her nipple, moving her good hand across to give her other nipple the same attention.
I continue my steady motion, keeping the pressure the same on my palm until she squirms under my hold, moaning, sucking in air as her legs tremble around me.
“Look at me, baby. Look at what I'm doing to you,” I grin, knowing she’s going to be begging for me to stop shortly.
She props herself up on her elbow, spreading her legs even wider, creating the perfect picture for me to remember.
Collecting the saliva in my mouth, I hastily spit on her pussy, moving my other hand to her clit and rubbing.
Her cries become louder now, her eyes wide as her body comes alive under my touch.
“Grizz! Oh my god! Grizz!”
Her legs shake as her orgasm tears through her, her back arching off the table as a gush of liquid squirts onto me.
Pulling out of her, I continue to flick her clit, collecting as much liquid as I can, rubbing it over my chest. Spreading her juices across my body, claiming me as hers.
Bringing my hand to my mouth, I lick a trail along my wrist and across my palm, tasting her, tugging her body flush against mine, impaling her on my cock.
The way her pussy clamps down on me, sucking me into her has me coming so violently I roar out to the empty room, grateful that I built the cabin this far away from the club house.
She whimpers as I ease out, climbing on top of the table and peppering her face with kisses.
Careful of her shoulder, I roll us so she's safely tucked into my side while we both try to catch our breaths. That was the most intense experience I've ever had, made only better with the woman I shared it with.
“Grizz,” Brynn groans, throwing her forearm over her eyes, shielding them from me. “I… I squirted on you.”
Chuckling at her shyness, I pull her arm away. “Yeah, you did,” I say, smiling at her, wiggling my eyebrows. “It was fucking glorious.”
“You're such a guy,” she laughs, rolling her eyes and slapping my chest.
“I vote that at least once a month, Jovie sleeps over in the clubhouse so I can have you screaming like this. Next time I want you to squirt on my face,” I murmur, lifting her hand so I can kiss her palm.
“We'll talk about it.”
She smiles up at me, my forever wrapped safely in my arms.
“You think we got rid of all the tainted memories in the cabin?” I ask softly.
It feels like a full minute has passed before she answers, no doubt thinking of all the things Sarah did and what happened.
Softly saying, “Yeah, I do. Only happy memories from now on.”
“Maybe we can start with I love you.” Stroking a piece of damp hair from her face, I say the three words I've never said to anyone.
I don't need hope right now. I know what's in her heart for me.
I don't hope that she says it back because it's already been said.
With every touch, every kiss. The way she looks at me and the little family we have with Jovie.
Lying on the kitchen table, the woman of my dreams wrapped in my arms while our daughter watches movies with the rest of our family. This is the first Christmas where I hope Santa moves on to someone else more deserving of his spirit, because I have everything I could ever want, right here.
“I love you too, Grizz,” she says softly. “I love you too.”