Page 33 of Driven Wild By The Grizzly

It’s an ‘interesting’ morning. My boss is so nervous, he can hardly string a sentence together, while Ethan is acting like there’s nothing unusual about him gatecrashing my internship. While I… I’m so full of love and gratitude, I’m glowing all over.

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“I thinkI’ll be fine by myself now,” I tell Ethan on the second morning.

He frowns. “No way am I leaving you alone, Jessica.”

And he’s as good as his word. He drives me to work every morning, and stays with me all day long. Sitting in the corner, watching over me while he works on some mysterious piece that he refuses to show to me.

And the weird thing is, after the initial awkwardness fades away, the internship goes really well. My boss tries so hard not to look at me, it’s comical. But aside from that, he’s a good teacher, and I progress way faster than I expected to.

It’s fun working with a master craftsman, while my big, growly mate sits only feet away from me. Every couple of hours we take a break, and we usually spend it strolling the streets of Brookville or making out in the truck.

I love our weekday routine. Out all day, then back home to our lovely cabin before the sun sets.

And as soon as we’re home, Ethan lights the fire, and we strip off and greet each other as nature intended. There’s no need for clothes when I’m with my big, sexy bear. All it takes is a touch or a kiss and he’s ready for me.

Ready to remind me who I belong to.

Again and again and again.

EPILOGUE

Eighteen months later

“Is it nap time yet?” I ask, turning my back to Jessica.

Two little heads are resting on my shoulders.

“One pair of eyes fully closed, the other pair… drooping,” she says.

“Oh, yeah. Definitely nap time.” I follow her to the rear of the cabin, and very carefully, we lay our twins down in the bedroom they share. It’s a super-cute little room, done out in yellow and sea-green, and I painted a bunch of little creatures of the forest all over the walls.

Caleb carries right on sleeping, while his sister is fussier. Jessica strokes her soft baby forehead until she relaxes into sleep. She’s such a great mom. A natural. She does everything on instinct. The news that our firstborn was actually going to be two babies didn’t faze her one bit.Double the love, she said.

We creep out on tiptoes, closing the door softly.

Back in the kitchen, we let out contented sighs. Getting our two babies to nap in sync is an achievement.

Usually, I love this time of day. Jessica and I try to get our work done in the mornings, while sharing childcare duties, so, when the twins go for their nap, we have some time for each other. But they’re teething at the moment and it feels like we haven’t spent enough time together recently.

I flick on the kettle to make some tea, then lean back against the counter. “What time are my brothers coming over, again?”

“Six,” she tells me, propping her sweet ass on the edge of the kitchen table. She’s breathtaking, in a yellow button-down sundress. I’m already getting hard at the thought of stripping it off her. Eighteen months and two babies later, and everything still feels brand-new and as exciting as the day I took her virginity. Around her neck, she wears the pendant that I made for her during her internship. It’s nothing like as good as the jewelry that she makes nowadays, and sells for a bomb in her online store, but I’m so touched that she wears it every day, instead of one of her own pieces. Just one of the many ways she shows me she loves me.

“Ah. Plenty of time, then,” I say.

“For what?” she asks innocently, but her gaze darts to my crotch, and she’s biting her lower lip in that way that means she’s thinking about us getting naked.

“For at least three orgasms.”

“How’s that going to happen?” she asks.

Damn.I love it when she acts all clueless and virginal.

“Well.” I stalk over to her, slowly, deliberately. “First of all, I’m going to undress you…” I press my lips to her sweet mouth, at the same moment that my hands close around her tits. She’s still breast-feeding and they’re tender, but I know how to be gentle with them.

I unfasten the buttons on the front of her dress, then I unhook her bra, and her breasts come free.

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