The fans loved him loud, feral, larger than life.
I glance up. He’s still tense, but he hasn’t stopped me. He’s letting me touch his things. Letting me see pieces of him no one else has, maybe not in years.
And I realize, maybe he trusts me a little with this part of himself. At least enough to let me this close.
That thought sits heavy and sweet in my chest.
The other part of him that believes I’m going to run... well, I don’t blame him for that. Because even I don’t know what I want.
Not in this second.
Although... the thought of not being on this mountain... not waking up sprawled on top of a giant human furnace or with a feral mountain man between my thighs, eager to make me come even before I’ve blinked awake properly?
Yeah, that makes my heart lurch and ache in ways that terrify me.
I lift one of the masks, sequins missing in patches. “I remember... you wore this, didn’t you?”
He nods once.
“What was it like?” I murmured, attempting and failing to hold back my awe.
His brow furrows. And when he speaks, it’s barely a grunt. “Loud. Raw. Ferocious.”
“Did you like it?”
His lips twitch, then tighten. “Sometimes.”
I smile faintly. “You must’ve been amazing.”
His eyes darken, throat working like the compliment hurts.
I set the mask aside, trail my fingers over the championship belt again. “They gave this to you because you earned it. Because you fought harder than anyone else.”
He still says nothing, but his fists tighten, knuckles whitening.
I push up to my feet, heart pounding as I approach him. “Why’d you stop?” I ask softly.
He freezes.
My fingers still on the leather. I look at him fully now, taking in the way his chest heaves, the shadows cutting deep under his eyes.
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” My voice comes out low, shaky. “Why did you walk away from all of this, Bear? From being The Grizzly?”
Knox
It’sas if she’s peeling back several layers of my skin. At the same time.
Her hands touching my old gear, her eyes wide like I’m something worth marveling at instead of the washed-up monster I’ve been for years.
It burns. And I can’t stop it.
She looks at me like she wants answers. Real ones. The kind I swore I’d never give another living soul.
My jaw grinds.
I should shut this down, drag her back to the cabin, lock the door, make her forget with my mouth on hers and my cock heavy in her pussy. We can try for another inch. That always works.
Delirium and distraction.
