Page 12 of Bearly Chilly

“Uhh…” I stare down at it before chuckling. “Where did you get that?”

“When I took Oreo into town for supplies, we stopped by the pet store. I told the little tyrant he could pick any toy, and he chose this one.” My mate shrugs, unconcerned that he just gave our dog a penis emoji.

“Do you realize what it is?” I can feel my face heating from this exchange.

“Of course, I know what it is.” Grant rolls his eyes. “I can’t help it if the little man liked it. He can like dick if he wants to.”

“That’s very progressive of you,” I tease back at his lighthearted tone.

“I live to make you and our little man happy.” He pulls me close before placing a soft kiss on my lips, melting me into a puddle of goo.

With Oreo satisfied, Grant and I turn out the lights. The room feels like a warm cocoon, filled with the quiet sounds of a home settling for the night. I snuggle close to Grant, his presence comforting and steady against my back.

“I’m happy to have you in my bedroom,” he murmurs against my hair, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close.

“Me too,” I sigh, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. “I’m even happy to share with penis emoji-loving Frenchies.”

He laughs softly, a sound that makes me smile in the darkness. “Just a head’s up, but I’m not as easy to bribe with a stuffed eggplant.”

I giggle, squirming a little closer into his warmth. “Good to know. Maybe I can find another way to keep you happy.”

I run my hand down under the cover and wrap it around Grant’s massive cock. It jumps in my hold as my mate groans at my touch.

His head drops back as he groans, “What are you doing?”

“I’m working on making you happy.”

“You make me the happiest man in the world by just existing. But I’d be extra excited if you were to wrap your sweet lips around my cock.”

I follow his suggestion and suck his massive cock into my mouth until I gag.

He digs his fingers through my messy hair and presses my lips closer. I throw myself into showing my mate how much I love him.

Following my instincts, I slide my lips up his cock and run my tongue along the head before exploring every inch of his erection with my tongue.

He growls my name as tremors run through his muscular legs. He starts telling me all the interesting things he’s going to do to my body when he gets a chance, and I feel wetness dripping from my hussy core.

I gasp when he pulls my head back. “I’m about to come, and I’m not shooting my cum down your throat until I’ve knocked your little ass up. Oreo needs a little brother or sister.”

My heart melts while the urge to jump his bones rushes through me. “Heck yes, he does,” I agree. “The little stinker needs to learn to share.”

I don’t resist when he lifts me over his muscular body. My thighs straddle his hips as he places his cock at my opening. “I love you,” I tell him and slowly sink down on his shaft.

He wraps his hands around my hips and drags me down to meet his upward thrusts. “Mine,” he growls, using his hold on my hips to move me in the rhythm that drives us both wild.

It doesn’t take long before our frantic thrusts cause a climax to climb up my spine. His fingers dig into my ass as we come together.

Warm wetness fills my core and runs out as he pours all his love deep inside me.

I wakeup the morning after moving into Grant’s bedroom deliciously sore in my girly parts. The first thing I notice is the warmth of the blankets and sunlight peaking in the blinds. I stretch and roll over to find Oreo standing on Grant’s side of the bed, making his “I need to go out” noises.

Grant’s already halfway awake, clearly attuned to Oreo’s demands. He chuckles, giving me a sleepy grin as he gives me a quick kiss on the lips before swinging his legs out of bed. “Alright, little man, I’m up,” he says, scooping Oreo into his arms and heading toward the door. “I won’t be long. I have to keep up my morning routine with my sidekick,” he calls over his shoulder.

I smile, watching them go. There’s something ridiculously charming about a giant, rugged guy like Grant being bossed around by a snub-nosed little ruler. I try to close my eyes, but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep so I hop out of bed and head to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and pulling my hair up, I find a pair of comfy sweatpants and a hoodie to wear. Now, I’m ready to face the day.

Padding downstairs to the kitchen, I putter around for a bit, making coffee and opening all the blinds so the sun can shine in. I pour myself a cup of much-needed caffeine and savor the first sip of my favorite morning drink. Once the caffeine begins to hit my system, I make my way to the back door, curious about what my guys are up to.

I glance out the door and literally laugh out loud at the scene before me. There, sprawled out on the fresh blanket of snow, is Grant in all his polar bear glory. He’s relaxed and soaking up the morning sun like some kind of regal beast. And perched quite comfortably on top of his chest is Oreo, not a care in the world.

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