His beard tickled her shoulder as he growled and kissed the back of her neck, then let her feel his teeth in the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck. His arm slid under her and hauled her hips up, wrapped around the top of her thighs so she couldn’t pull away, and his cock pressed hard and demanding between her thighs. Finn grumbled as he covered all of her, dominant from weight and position. “We’ll save that for a little later, hm?”
Her heart raced at the promise. Anticipation grew as he put her in the right position, gripping her hips as he stroked the head of his cock along her slit. Lauren closed her eyes and put everything out of her mind but the feeling of his heated skin, rougher than hers, and the strength in his grip as he held her tight. As his thighs pressed against the backs of hers. As he leaned forward and the thick cock head pressed sloooowly into her.
She gasped and started to pull away from the slight discomfort of the stretching as he worked himself in deeper. But Finn tsked her and tightened the way his arm wrapped under her hips, keeping her in place as he withdrew and thrust so slowly once again. Lauren shivered and tried to figure out what the hell to do. Had he been that large the night before? How the fuck had she managed to fit that inside her without splitting open?
“You’re so sexy. I love hearing the sounds you make,” he murmured, free hand sliding down her back in a reassuring caress before he gripped her shoulder. “We’re just going to…”
And then he grunted as he thrust forward. Lauren sucked in a breath as his cock plunged deeper, filled her all the way until she wondered how it was possible that both of them hadn’t fallen to pieces. Finn panted and put his weight on where his elbow rested on the mattress. He kissed her shoulder. “How’s that?”
“Almost perfect.” She struggled not to immediately rock back to press him deeper and encourage him to move.
“Almost?” Finn snorted and his hand slid down her hip and under her stomach to where they joined, and then…
When he teased her clit in time with a slow thrust and retreat, she almost passed out. Her muscles wouldn’t hold her up and instead she dropped her forehead to her folded arms to hopefully stifle some of the absolute opera singer-quality hollering she did. It was a damn good thing Finn held her hips up; otherwise she would have been flat on the mattress and totally unable to help either of them get off.
“Still almost?” he asked, sounding a little short of breath himself. His fingers dug into her hip as her body clenched in response to the teasing.
Lauren’s thoughts scattered but in the best possible way. “So close.”
“So close,” he echoed, huffing laughter before he dropped down to cover all of her with every inch of his body. “So you want my A game.”
She laughed a little herself but wanted to preen and stretch as his sweaty chest slid against her back. Holy shit. Was sex like this all the time for some people? No wonder everyone wanted it so much. She’d never known it could be so good all the time with someone else. Sure, getting herself off was one thing, but to have a guy as sexy as Finn doing all the work to do the same…
Lauren grabbed onto the sleeping bag so she didn’t scream as Finn pushed her over the edge and she came—hard—for like the fifth time. Maybe she wouldn’t survive his A game.
FINN
The whole rest of the world disappeared the moment he touched her, and the second she giggled and teased him back, Finn lost the ability to give a shit about anything else. All he cared about was making her sigh and moan and murmur with ecstasy every time he buried himself deeper inside her. It didn’t even matter that cold air sneaked through the cracks between the logs and holes in the cabin. He covered her and let the frigid breeze keep him from immediately finishing the first time she teased him about only almost pleasing her. Which he knew was a lie because her muscles tightened around his cock and almost killed him.
She made the sexiest fucking sounds when she came, he didn’t even mind the sass and putting off his own orgasm and everything else that he had to do to protect her still that day. Nothing else mattered.
Lauren went limp and languid after a few more orgasms, and Finn took that as permission to finally get his. It didn’t take much: dipping his head to smell her skin and kiss her shoulder to taste her, sliding his fingers through the absolute mess he’d made of her pussy, and listening to the sighs and moans that escaped even after she’d shivered through her last climax. Theripples still worked through her channel and he felt it on every damn inch he buried in her. Finn groaned and held her hips tight enough he worried maybe they’d leave bruises, and fucked her harder.
She arched her back and reached up to hold his head, her voice throaty. “I want everything you’ve got.”
He groaned as the husky sound shot through him like lightning and almost pushed the bear into a frenzy. But it was her permission to unleash the man that did it. Finn lost himself in every sensation, every sound and whisper, the slippery slide of skin against skin. Her body, his body, where they joined, the sound of his meeting her smaller, softer curves…
Static filled his brain and it was like he left his body while enjoying every fucking inch of hers. Her fist tightening in his hair, yanking his head down as she moaned, pushed him over the edge. He thrust hard and his climax roared through him. He grunted so hard it sounded like his soul left his body, and he didn’t give a shit, because it mixed with Lauren’s breathy moan and made the sweetest music he’d ever heard.
Finn collapsed on her but managed to move to the side so he didn’t crush her. For a long time, the only sounds in the cabin were their harsh breathing and the whistle of air through the cracks in the walls. Lauren slowly uncurled her fist and released the hair she’d grabbed, then awkwardly patted the side of his head. “Perfect.”
He rested his forehead against her shoulder and laughed, stroking her side but trying not to grope her too much. “Glad you liked it.”
“Ditto.” She sighed and stretched, legs tangled with his, and relaxed halfway underneath him.
Finn chuckled and nuzzled into the hair that tangled at the back of her neck. God, he was fucking lost. What the hell waswrong with him? How had he existed before meeting her? It was like he looked back and his entire life had been gray and empty.
Which raised the question how the hell he would move forward if she didn’t stay with him. He couldn’tmakeher go home with him, and he couldn’t make her put up with him tagging along if she wanted to go somewhere else. He didn’t want her to feel stuck with him or like she couldn’t head out on her own if she didn’t want to be with him. She had a bounty on her head and some legal issues to clean up; what if she thought his help came with strings attached? It would kill him to know that she stayed with him from obligation or fear, instead of wanting to be with him.
Finn pushed away the uncertainty that crept in as her breathing evened out and she dozed. It was early in the morning, sure, but there was a lot to do. First and foremost was getting in touch with Simon to figure out where the fuck he and the other bears were. Second was ensuring none of the drug runners or Shotgun’s guys surprised them at the cabin, which meant going on the offensive. He could barricade Lauren in the cabin to keep her safe, then go hunting. He would have preferred to wait for the bears as backup, and having someone else to protect Lauren while he dealt with the threats, but he couldn’t risk being surrounded at the cabin and bringing the threat down on her, too. He had to deal with that bullshit aggressively instead of hoping no one bothered them.
Plus he needed more leverage on Shotgun to ensure the bastard actually followed through on the vague promise to help deal with Lauren’s charges. Going out and arresting the drug runners on his own, or at least detaining or killing them, meant being able to hold Shotgun’s feet to the fire so the fucker had to resolve the bullshit charges. Then Finn just had to pay off the bondsman to ensure Lauren was free and clear of any possible consequences for believing in a bunch of assholes.
He didn’t want to leave the warm cocoon of blankets and sleeping bags and Lauren, but he started to untangle himself and did his best not to disturb his very sleepy, sated mate. He could potentially knock out the bigger problem with the drug runners before lunch, return to the cabin for some more snuggling with Lauren, then figure out what to do about Shotgun in the afternoon, followed by more snuggling. And sex. So much sex.
Then it was just waiting for Simon to bring in a couple of trucks so Finn could drive Lauren back to the Lodge until all those charges were dealt with. Maybe they’d stop on the way to test out a couple of hotels or the back of the truck on the way. If he hadn’t wanted to ensure Lauren stayed safe, he might have been tempted to rent a car himself and drive her back. That assumed the town actually had a place to rent cars. Finn stopped the spiral of thoughts that focused on how to rent a car and have sex with Lauren again before they reached the Lodge. She was still in bed next to him and they still had a lot of people to deal with before they could relax.
Finn gathered supplies to clean up and got himself together before he checked back in on a now-snoring Lauren. Okay then. He shook his head, smiling, and retrieved more buckets of snow from the back room to melt near the fire for washing. He built up the fire again and mixed up the last of the dehydrated eggs, throwing in some beans for extra protein. It wasn’t gourmet but there was time for that later.
