Page 33 of Snowed In With the Grizzly

“Now, I’m going to leave you good people in peace.”

Caleb shovels three more mouthfuls of steak and potatoes into his mouth, and gets to his feet.

“Key’s under the wood pile, right?”

Jaxton nods.

“Catch you later.” He charges to the cabin door, and…he’s gone. I stare at his retreating figure, feeling like a whirlwind just blew through.

Jaxton sighs. “I’m sorry about that.”

I smile. “It’s fine.”

He shakes his head. “It’s really not. But you were great with him. Thank you.” He chafes my palm with his thumb. “Caleb can bechallenging.”

“He’s had a rough time, too?” I say quietly.

“Yeah. He also went feral to avoid my father’s rages, and he found it harder than I did to reclaim his human side. Then he lost his mate, and that really screwed him up.”

“What happened?” I ask, thinking how young he is.

“Motorcycle accident. He got mixed up in an MC for a while. I don’t know exactly what happened. She was on the back of his bike, and they had a crash. Seems like he wasn’t at fault, but he blames himself anyway. Since then, he’s been keeping himself busy raising hell. And I’ve been busy trying to keep him on the straight and narrow.”

“Poor thing,” I say. “But you’ve been doing a brilliant job,”

The ghost of a smile passes across his face. “You’re a lovely person, you know that?”

I look at him questioningly.

“Plenty of people have run out of patience with him over the years.”

I shrug. “Everyone deserves a second chance.”

His smile gets wider. “I’m glad to hear you say that.” His gaze passes over my empty plate. “Finished?”

“Sure have.”

“Then come here.” He holds his arms out and I get up and tumble into his lap.

For a long moment, he just holds me. I feel the rise and fall of his chest, hear his deep, growly breathing. Being in his arms, surrounded by him, is the best feeling in the world.

Then he cups my face in his big hands and draws me in. His mouth is hungry, passionate.

“Rowan, I want you so bad,” he murmurs against my lips. He unfastens my button-down with impatient fingers, then he tugs my bra down, exposing my tits again. I sigh at his touch, at his callused fingers working my nipples into burning points of need. And his mouth… I love the way he sucks on them, one then the other, like he can’t get enough of them.

When he slides a hand down the front of my panties, I cry out. I’m already wet for him. My pussy aching for his cock. He pushes one thick finger into me, and then another. I clench tight around them and start to ride him, wanting him to go deeper and deeper. I love the way his fingers curl into me, stimulating me in a different way from his cock.

My jeans and panties are sure getting in the way, though.

I stand up and strip them off, aware of his burning gaze watching my every move.

“So sexy,” he growls.

I feel wild and a little dirty as I climb back on his lap, straddling him. When my bare pussy brushes the bulge in his pants, I let out a moan.

“That’s it, baby. Ride it,” he says, grasping my hips, making me ride his swollen cock, back and forth.

I’m so wet, aching so bad for him. I can’t stand it anymore. I reach down and unzip his pants. His cock springs out, rock hard and even bigger than I remember. When I stroke it, it surges in my hand, and Jaxton’s eyes burn, pure fire.

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