Gray Back Ghost Bear(28)

“Jason, we’re out in the open,” she whispered between kisses.

“No one’s around,” he said, unzipping her. “I can hear if anyone comes near. Which is usually really annoying, hearing everything, but right now, I’m glad to be a shifter.” He dipped his voice low and took on a deep bayou Cajun accent. “We gon’ have some fun in the woods now.”

Georgia’s laugh was cut short when he slid his hand into her open pants. She was so wet already, he could slide into her easy if that’s what he was after. This one was just for Georgia though, because as good as sex in the woods sounded right now, she was human, and it was cold, and he wouldn’t risk getting her sick just so he could get off.

He slid his finger into her, and she clenched around him as she gripped the back of his neck and whispered his name. “Oh, Jason.”

“Fuck yes, tell me what you like.”

He pushed into her slowly, then added another finger. Palming her, he buried his fingers deep inside of her, and she bucked forward against the heel of his hand.

“That, I like that.”

He growled. His bear was desperate to have his throbbing dick inside her instead of his finger. The next needy sound she made dumped him over the edge. He pushed into her faster as he unzipped his jeans and pulled a quick stroke of himself. God, he was hard. He’d had a chronic boner since he’d met Georgia and, fuck it all, she was here with him, letting him touch her, allowing him to bring her to climax. He was the luckiest SOB on the planet. He jerked off in rhythm to her bucking hips, imagining himself buried inside of her, ramming her over and over as he kissed her lips.

“I’m going to come,” she rasped out, breath coming in quick pants.

Well they would match then because the pulsing pressure in his groin was too much now. The snarl in his throat ripped through him louder as she tossed her head back and cried out. Her body squeezed his fingers hard, her climax encouraging his own.

He gritted his teeth and buried his face against her neck. In a rush, Georgia pulled her arms from around his neck and lifted her shirt, then pressed her stomach against his dick just as he blew his load. Heat flooded him as he sprayed her torso, marking her completely with his scent. With their bodies pressed together against his shaft, he jerked erratically in the slickness he’d created until he was sated and emptied completely.

Jason’s limbs felt heavy as he leaned forward and hugged her. They were a mess now, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was soaking up the satisfaction of being with Georgia—his mate.

He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her nose. He trailed his lips down her neck and held her close because she should feel adored after what she’d shared with him.

“Jason?”

The nervousness in her voice made him ease back so he could see her eyes. “What is it?”

“I think I love you.”

Those words slammed around his insides, changing him from the core out. A fierce protectiveness washed over him as he sat straighter in the seat. His Georgia. He would never let anything bad happen to her. He’d give anything to keep her happy, to keep that smile on her face, because she’d given him this gift.

She accepted the broken pieces of him and the ghost that trailed after him wherever he went. His strong, caring mate saw past all his flaws and found the parts of him he’d thought he’d lost.

She’d just saved him with those words.

He swallowed his emotions down and cupped her soft cheek. “I love you, too.”





Chapter Eleven




She shouldn’t be, but Georgia was nervous as all get-out. Sure, she’d met all the Gray Backs and was comfortable with them, but she hadn’t gone out with a group in…well…ever.

“Knock, knock,” Willa sang as she did hopscotch hops right into the bedroom of ten-ten where Georgia was getting dressed.

“Uh, come in?” Clearly, trailer etiquette wasn’t Willa’s strong suit.

“Damn, girl, you have some jugs!” Willa jumped on the bed, twisting in the air like a tiny acrobat, and landed spread out like a starfish. “I’m jealous.”

“Ha!” Georgia said, her self-consciousness melting away. “Don’t be. They are a pain in the backside.” And front side.

“Bet Jason likes them, though, am I right?” Willa held up her hand for a high five.

Shaking her head, Georgia tried to hide her grin and slapped Willa’s palm. “What am I supposed to wear tonight? Half of my clothes are ranger gear, and the other half are T-shirts and sneakers.”

“The last one. I’m wearing this.”

My Worms are Better than Yours, her black T-shirt read. And her feet dangling off the end of the bed were encased in an old pair of rainbow-colored Converse. Today she was wearing her spikey, crimson dyed hair in ponytails on the top of her head.