Gray Back Bad Bear(26)

He smiled at her death grip on the pillow. She was a cuddler. He’d learned that last night when she moved with him every time he rolled over or moved his leg. He was usually restless in his sleep, but last night hadn’t been so bad. She chased away his ghosts, and after the nightmare, she’d given him peace.

He wasn’t into cuddling in general, but it was different with Willa. Holding her settled his restless animal.

Outside, Creed whistled an ear-splitting sound. Ten minutes until it was time to load into their trucks and head up the mountain road to the new jobsite the big boss-man, Damon Daye, had assigned them.

God, he was going to miss Willa.

Creed gave a second whistle. That one was for Clinton, who never woke up on time.

Willa opened her eyes a crack and stretched with the cutest fucking squeak he’d ever heard.

“I made you breakfast.” It was the least he could do after coming to her needy and barely in control after that nightmare.

Willa sat up, hair ruffled with a big old grin stretching her face. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I feel like I’m in a romantic movie.”

He chuckled and set the tray on the table. He was pretty sure no one would ever make a movie that involved bear shifters.

“How long do you have before work?” she asked.

“Creed just gave the ten minute warning. I don’t want to leave you, but we have to make up for bad timber numbers yesterday. Easton picked a fight and cut our day short.”

“Is that why you were all torn up when I met you at the falls yesterday?”

“Yeah. It’s Gray Back tradition.”

“What is?”

“To fight like hell and make everything more difficult than it has to be.”

She laughed, but she wouldn’t if she knew how serious he was being. Gray Backs probably bled more than any other crew.

“Okay, give me a minute.” Willa slid off the bed and jogged for the bathroom.

She beamed at him just before she closed the door. What was she doing?

The tap turned on, and he could hear the rhythmic brushing of her teeth. “Your juice is going to taste nasty now,” he called through the door.

By the time she finished in the bathroom, he had about five minutes before Creed came busting down his door.

She threw open the bathroom door and ran for him, then leapt into his arms with a giggle. Knuckles on her forehead, she arched back and said, “Take me, sexy grizzly man.”

“Take you? Woman, I have five minutes max, and I imagine you’re sore as hell this morning. Bad idea.”

“Or awesome idea. Five minute challenge. Stop telling me no.” She pulled at the elastic waist of his sweats. “This is going to happen. I will be driving all over creation today trying to keep busy while you work, and this has to tide me over until I get to see you again. And besides, I’m not that sore. Come on, man. You’re wasting seconds.”

With a growl, he gave in and laid her on the edge of the bed, then tore through her panties with a satisfying riiip.

“Matt! Those are my favorite—”

He kissed her hard, swallowing the rest of her complaint. She tasted like Willa and cool mint, and when that sexy moan she did so well sounded, he plunged his finger into her to make sure she was ready. She was. His mate got wet on a dime for him, and pride surged through him that he’d found someone so perfect for him. God, he was hard. Harder than hard, he was already throbbing, as if he was ready to come just thinking about her wet pussy.

He slid into her halfway. Damn, she was tight. Tight and wet and perfect. Easing out, he reveled in the little pleading sound she gave him. Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of her. He slid into her until she gasped when he hit her just right. Another stroke, and he was losing control. Bear snarling through him, he bucked into her again. Trying to keep from hurting her, he gripped the comforter and set his teeth against her neck, grazing her but not biting down. Never biting down. He wouldn’t Turn her. Wouldn’t ruin Willa’s life.

“Do it,” she said.

“What?”

“Bite me.” Her voice came out desperate, husky as her hips moved against his.

“You don’t know what that means.”

“I do so. Claim me.”

Shit. Focus. So close. Gonna blow…

He slammed into her faster, and she met him stroke for stroke. He could hear them now, skin slapping together, the slick sound of his dick sliding in and out of her. So tight. All of his nerve endings were having a fucking holiday. God, oh God.

“Fuck,” he gritted out as he blew his load into her.

She yelled as she clamped down around him in quick pulses. Yes, that was his girl. Coming for him fast and hard. His hips jerked as he shot into her a few more times, emptying himself completely.