Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts #3) (6 page)

Before the bra hits the floor he is on top of me, big hands pawing at my breasts.

“Fuck,” he grunts squeezing me in his hands. I’m overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by his hands, overwhelmed by so much of his skin touching my skin.

Just plain overwhelmed by the size of him.

He’s so hot, it’s like snuggling up to a heating pad. And so much of him is his hairy and scratchy… Yet I really like the extra sensation.

“These fucking breasts,” he growls and then his mouth is all over them. “I love these fucking breasts.”

I feel his erection against my thigh and a bit of wetness cooling on my skin.

“Max,” I gasp as his mouth closes around my nipple, suckling hungrily on it.

I like his enthusiasm and the way he’s playing with my breasts but that erection against my thigh is driving me crazy. “I want you inside me.”

He groans and his teeth scrape against me.

My hands grab at his shoulders and I squirm beneath him, moaning, “Please.”

His mouth leaves my nipple and it puckers up, tightening as it’s exposed to the air once more.

He rises above me and reaches over me. A foil packet appears and is promptly torn open with his teeth. Reaching between us, he unrolls the condom down the length of his cock and I’m not sure, but I think his hand is shaking.

Yes, it’s definitely shaking as he reaches back up, that hand cupping my cheek.

“Grace,” he says and then he’s kissing me as I spread my legs open wide for him. “Tell me if it hurts, baby.”

His swollen crown bumps against my entrance and then he’s sliding it through my folds, slicking it up with my juices.

I feel myself tensing up with anticipation, and maybe just a little nervousness, but my blood is still pumping hot with want.

“Relax,” he murmurs, continuing to kiss me. “I got you. Just trust me.”

He swirls the head of his cock against my clit and then glides it back down, pressing a little into me.

Lips leaving mine, he stares deeply into my eyes. His eyes are warm pools of dark chocolate swirled with honey. “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop. Okay?”

I nod and take a deep breath before sighing out. “Okay.”

He smiles at me and I know he’s being strong for me but that hand stroking against my cheek is still trembling.

His cock eases in a little more and I can feel my walls straining and a little warmth as I stretch around him.

Voice strained, he asks me, “Does it hurt?”

I shake my head and he eases in a little more.

“Fuck,” I gasp, and he immediately freezes.

“I’m sorry,” he growls.

I feel him start to withdraw and cry out, “Stop.”

He stills and shudders above me, asking, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I hiss, my teeth clenching together. “It’s feels good. Really good.”

He’s silent for a long moment and I focus on just how good it feels to have almost all of his swollen head inside me.

Already I feel so full and there’s still so much more of him to go.

“Yeah?” he finally asks, his voice even more strained than before. “It feels good?”

He pushes forward, stretching me deeper.

“Yes,” I cry out, my nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. “It feels really fucking good.”

“Do you want more?” he asks, and when he doesn’t move, my thighs tighten around his hips, trying to pull him forward.

“Yes.”

“Tell me,” he says, his voice sounding urgent.

“I want more,” I groan.

“More what?”

“I want more of your cock,” I growl and score my nails down his back.

Staring into my eyes he thrusts slowly forward, filling me up with his length, and I hold his gaze, managing to keep my eyes open until he bottoms out.

My entire body shudders around him and for a moment I’m so overwhelmed it feels like my body shuts down. I’ve never felt something this intense before. He’s touching every inch of me, every deep inch—parts of me that have never been touched before.

I’m so stretched, so full, and there’s just something about it that’s very emotional.

“Grace,” he murmurs, nose nuzzling against my throat. “How does it feel? Does it hurt?”

It takes me a moment before I’m able to speak the words. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”

I feel his cock twitch inside me and there’s just something about it that feels incredibly good. I make a small sound and his face rises up, his eyes locking on mine once more. He stares deeply into my eyes as he begins to pull out.

Cock slowly dragging against my walls, he asks, “Does it feel good?”

My legs tremble around his waist and I gasp, “Yes,” as he eases back in.

Slowly he rocks his hips, working his cock in and out until I’m digging my heels into his ass, demanding, “More,” and “faster.”

Something incredible is building inside me, growing each time his strokes against that deeply buried bundle of nerves.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his face uncertain. I can tell by the strain in his voice and the tightness in his muscles that he’s holding himself back, controlling himself.

And that just won’t fucking do.

I have this need to see him wild, I want to watch this beautiful man above me, filling me up with his cock, lose control.

“Yes,” I groan. “I’m sure.”

He rocks his hips a little faster and it’s better but I demand, “More.”

He shakes his head, still holding back. Still not giving me all of him as he says, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I make a sound of displeasure and dig my nails into his back but he doesn’t budge.

I’m well aware that this is probably my only chance with him. We’re not dating, there’s been no declarations of commitment or intentions. We’re just completing an unfinished hook up. This is it, after tonight I probably won’t see him again. And I’ll be damned if I walk away from this with just a half-assed fuck. I’m going to need the real deal; I want what he gives the girls he’s not afraid of breaking to keep me warm at night for all the lonely years to come.

So I surprise the shit out of him by thrusting my hips up hard just as he pulls out.

“What the fuck?” he grunts but I just moan about how good it feels.

As he pulls out, I do it again.

“Fuck,” he curses. and the next time he pushes back into me I notice it’s just a little harder. “Is that how you want it?”

“Yes,” I tell him. “I want it harder. Faster.”

He grunts and gives me the same thrust as the one before.

Frustrated, I shake my head and decide to go for the throat. “Stop holding back and fuck me like you actually want to.”

“You think I don’t want to fuck you?” he asks, his voice half tortured laugh, half groan.

I shake my head, words failing me for a second as an intense wave of pleasure rolls through me. The pace of his thrusting increases, the frame of his bed is creaking.

“How do you want me to fuck you, Grace?” he asks, slamming into me hard and deep, bottoming out and holding himself there.

I can’t breathe, it feels so good.

Slowly, he pulls out, repeating the question. “How do you want me to fuck you, Grace?”

Arching up, my breasts smash against his chest as I moan, “I want you to fuck me like you’re not afraid to break me.”

He groans as if he’s in pain and for a moment his head falls forward as is he’s warring with himself.

The muscles in his arms strain, trembling as he holds himself up and still he won’t look at me as he tells me, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I insist and jerk my hips up, slamming him into my womb.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes snapping up. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

All I can do is shake my head and moan, lost in the pleasure as I melt back into the mattress.

Slowly he slides himself out, keeping only the tip inside my warm grip. I ache at the loss of him.

“Like this?” he asks, thrusting forward harder, deeper.

A sharp spike of sensation slams into my core.

“Is this how you want me to fuck you, Grace?” he asks, grunting with effort as he begins to slam himself in and out. The frame of the bed creaks and the headboard begins to crack against the wall.

“Yes, yes,” I answer, writhing beneath him. My entire lower body is flooded with warm, liquid pleasure. And I’m such a greedy bitch, all I want is, “More.”

“You want more?” He grunts and his pace increases. Body crashing into my body, I feel my breasts swaying as my body rocks backward. Grabbing me by the waist, he yanks my body back down on his cock.

More of his weight settles on top of me, pinning me with his body. And fuck there’s just something inside of me that gets off being beneath him, I just love how it feels.

The hair on his chest scratches against my breasts, and his hard pecs are smashing them down. He’s no longer holding himself away from me, no longer afraid of smashing me.

And he’s certainly no longer afraid of hurting me as he reaches down, tipping my hips up for a better angle just before he begins to pound into me, shedding the last of his control.

Skin slapping against skin, his face is buried into my hair, his grunts of effort filling my ears.

“Max,” I whine, he’s finally giving me what I want but every time he thrusts in now his cock is relentlessly hitting my g-spot.

My entire body feels like it’s one giant throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Just hold on to me, baby,” he tells me but there’s no strength in my hands, I have no strength left anywhere.

Somehow his pace increases. He must truly be an animal because there’s no way this is humanly possible. Balls slapping against my ass, he’s trapping my clit, smashing it down each time the head of his cock pounds into the barrier of my womb.

I wanted him to fuck me hard until he lost control but I’m the one losing control here.

The smell of him, his skin sticking to my skin, the tickle of his beard, it all registers in the back of my brain, somewhere.

But in the front is the flood of liquid, my blood boiling with warmth. There’s pressure, so much pressure filling me up and with his cock is already taking up so much room there’s nowhere for it to go.

I explode, my body, my consciousness shattering into a billion tiny pieces.

“Oh fuck,” he cries out in surprise as my pussy clamps down on him. I’ve got such tight grip I can feel him twitch and swell.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, his voice all thick tender as the pounding of his hips eases until he’s grinding nice and slow.

I twitch and spasm, all kinds of things coming out of my mouth though I can’t understand my own words.

He finishes before me, kisses peppering my mouth, my nose, and my cheeks as he holds me tenderly until the last tremble pass through my bones.

I blink up at him as he stares down at me, his smile sleepy and satisfied, his gaze fuzzy and warm.

How did we get from him fucking my brains out to here?

My frown causes him to frown in concern. “How do you feel?” he asks.

I open my mouth but all that comes out is a croak. I think I may have screamed myself raw in the heat of the moment.

Blushing, I clear my throat before I look away. “I feel really good.”

He rumbles contentedly and his nose nuzzles at my throat, “Me too.”

I squirm and wiggle beneath him and before I know it, my world is flipping upside down.

Pulling me with him, he rolls onto his back with me now on top. I feel him slipping out of me so I wiggle down until I’m snuggled up to his side. His arm wraps around me as he reaches down and removes his condom. The thing is so full of cum I’m thankful it didn’t burst.

Knotting the condom, he tosses it away.

“What time do you have to be home?” he finally asks.

Pushing up, I glance towards his clock. He pulls me back down after I tell him, “Not for a couple more hours.”

He grunts in reply and just snuggles me closer.

Seriously, I can’t believe we’re snuggling. I half expect him to kick me out now.

Ear pressed against his chest, he’s quiet, thoughtful, while I wait patiently for the other shoe to drop. When it doesn’t and his breathing deepens, becoming a soft snore I finally let myself relax, drifting off as well.

A
woman should not feel
as good as Grace does, it’s almost like cheat days with food.

Fuck, just the absolute power she has to break my composure is fucked up. I try to never let myself go like I did with Grace. I tried once to do what I did with her before, but the girl I tried it with quickly put a stop to it. She said I was a rough asshole… Yeah I didn’t like that. I may be an asshole bear in the ring, but outside I try to be a good guy.

Hurting a woman scares the hell out of me.

It’s all too easy to forget how big I am and how much stronger I am compared to other men. I would hate myself if I truly hurt a woman, especially Grace.

That is an odd thought to just come up in my head—why especially Grace? I know I’m getting hooked on this girl…

But how hooked?

I mean, shit, we’ve only known each other for a couple of days, really. A couple of amazing days to be sure.

I let her name roll around in my head. She is still sleeping while I look down at her mass of blonde hair. She is resting her head on my chest and I watch it fall then rise with my breath. She is so warm and comfortable lying next to me.

Somewhere in my head I feel like things are right in the world with her sleeping beside me… even if she has drooled just a little on my chest.

The thing is I don’t mind shit like that.

She is beautiful, sexy as can be, and smart as a whip. She used a little self-depreciating humor earlier and it rankled me a bit. I don’t like how she looks down on herself, but I don’t think she does it consciously… still it’s there.

I pull Grace tighter to me.

Hope, she is going to be an issue. Well not her, herself—she’s cool as fuck and I can see getting very attached to her.

No, the issue will be that fuckup that is her father.

I have seen guys like him, and from what Hope and Grace say I have heard enough to know what type of man he is. Threatening a mother like Grace with taking away the child she centers her whole life around is beyond cruel. You just don’t do shit like that, not if you’re a good guy. He has fallen instantly in the bad guy territory, pretty unredeemable to me. Neither of them need him.

Me, as a father of Grace’s children… When I told her about the whole belly swollen with my child thing she looked freaked the fuck out.

I have to mentally shrug on that, it’s going to happen. I’m pretty sure she’s mine now. I mean who else will ever fuck her till she passes out? Or give her the true support and care she really needs.

Hope being my daughter? That would be fuckin’ awesome. We already work against Grace when we want something. I can already see how well she will be my partner in crime.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I have never been this damn decisive so damn quickly before.

Shit, my dating past isn’t that big. One night stands have been here and there but never something like this.

Since I was eighteen, I have had four serious relationships. Well, serious in the fact that they lasted longer than a month.

I shake my head; my thoughts have been traveling all over the damn place all because of the beautiful woman in my arms.

Looking down, I see Grace’s deep brown soulful eyes staring up at me. I’m not sure how long she has been watching me gather wool in my head but it probably has been for a while.

“You look beautiful,” I say.

She smiles at me and scoots up as I lean down to kiss her soft lips.

“Thank you.”

Wrapping my arm tightly around her, I look over at the clock. Fuck, we have less time than I thought.

I really don’t want to fucking take her home. I need her with me in this bed all night.

My lips press against hers and the arm I had around her slides down so that my hand is grabbing her juicy ass. Molding it in my hand, I tense up as she runs her hand up my chest, tickling my nipple before she touches my cheek.

Pulling away from the kiss, I stare into her eyes and she is looking at me with an emotion I can’t really place.

“Again?” she asks quietly. I have no clue how she could even think I’ve had my fill.

“Oh yes…” I drag out as I kiss her again then pull back. “That wasn’t nearly enough, I need more…”

I pull her up on my chest and her legs straddle around my waist. Her pussy is already wet as I grab her ass, pulling her down hard on my quickly firming cock. Rocking her hips, she is slowly sliding my erection through her slick pussy lips.

She shifts upwards and shoves a breast into my mouth. Thank fuck, because her breasts are fucking amazing.

Nipping gently at her nipple, I grab each ass cheek as I hold her down hard on my cock. It is fully hard now and pressed against my stomach as she slides back and forth.

The sensation is killing me. I need to be inside of her, to feel her body being filled by me. I want to possess her right now.

I want to make her mine, to mark my claim.

Releasing the nipple, my mouth clamps down on the inner part of her breast, right next to the areola. I start to suck on it, suckling harder and harder. I haven’t given a hickey since I was in high school. Fuck it though, she needs to be marked. She’s mine.

“Oh my god,” she moans then looks down at my head. “What in the world are you doing?”

Stopping for a second, I growl against her skin, “Marking what’s mine.”

Sucking again she laughs quietly till I jerk my hips down and away from her pussy. Releasing one of her ass cheeks, I grab my cock and brush it up and down against her soaking wet slit.

“Shit!” she squeaks out.

I start pushing up as she pushes down. It takes a moment for the head of my cock to work past her tight opening. She is a little looser since we last fucked but not much.

Fuck, it’s almost impossible to keep from blowing my load right here and now.

Her pussy is so hot, so wet and tight. I can feel every groove and vein of my cock sliding into what feels like an eternity of heaven. Should it always feel this fucking perfect? I have no clue.

“Oh, fuck!” Grace moans as she sits fully down on my cock. I’m seated so deep in her she might be tasting me in her throat.

Shifting up and down slowly, she gets her bearings and opens her eyes, staring down into my own.

She is slowly riding me now. Her motions are slow but firm as she makes sure that I bottom out each time I push up into her.

I moan out, sex has never been this good before.

Fuck me, I’m close.

Sometime during working my cock into her my mouth has detached from her breast.

I lean up and capture her nipple right between my lips, sucking and licking it tenderly. I don’t want to hurt them, they are mine and I like them just how they are. Fuck, I would hate to fuck them up for our future child.

“Oh god, I’m going to come so hard Max.”

Her pussy is pulsing around my cock.

Those words, god they are like a fucking drug.

She pants out and starts slamming hard onto my cock, each thrust I can feel her clamping down on me.

Shit, it feels too good, I’m going to blow my load so soon.

I thrust up and in that instant, the one between life and death, coming and not, I know why it feels so damn good.

I’m not wearing any protection.

I pull my hips back and lift her off me.

She shrieks out at the sudden lack of my cock deep inside of her. The cold air hits my cock. I grab it and begin to fist it up and down behind her ass.

With each stroke I can feel a pulse of my cum roping onto her back.

“Fuck,” I groan out, “No condom…”

She is still rocking her hips as I jerk it onto her ass and back, her chest pushed down against mine. “But… Oh god… I was coming so hard, I thought…”

Finishing slowly, I feel the last drop ooze out, dripping onto my hand.

Shit, that was a first. I have never barebacked a woman. Never. No glove, no love.

But fuck.

“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to ruin—”

She kisses me hard on the mouth, her tongue mashing against my lips then pushing past as we fight with our tongues. Pulling back, she rests her forehead against mine.

“Don’t, I came so good. You stopped your own pleasure to make sure we didn’t….” She closes her eyes and says, “Thank you. You thought about me.”

I pull her tight and just hold her perfect body against mine.

As all good things do, it comes to an end as she looks at the clock. “Crap. I have to leave soon. Hope..”

I nod and slowly sit us up. She is still wrapped around my waist as we hold each other there. Sometime soon, her leaving will not be happening. She will be here.

We get cleaned quickly and then sadly dressed. I let out a grumbling sigh as she pulls her shirt down. She is fully dressed; I don’t like it.

“What’s wrong?” she asks looking at me.

“I don’t like seeing you dressed. Your body is meant to be naked at all times.”

Blushing, she shakes her head. “You are crazy.”

“Nah, just know what I want.”

We head out to the car and I drive her home. I’m pretty sure I don’t go nearly as fast taking her to her home as I did driving her to mine.

Pulling back into my garage, I hop out, walking into my house and frown. It’s really fucking quiet here right now. No other body is moving or near me.

This sucks.

The bed is just as messed up as it was when we left. Reluctantly, I put new sheets on. Fuck, I’m being a pussy. Just because they smell like her doesn’t mean I have to get all mopey. I do leave on the pillow case she laid on briefly though. Yeah, I’m hooked.

G
etting
up early in the morning isn’t fun whatsoever. Fuck, my head is reeling from the fact that I fucked her last night without a condom.

I’m positive I’m clean and so is she, but still.

I fucked a woman I barely know without a rubber. She could have easily been knocked up because of me. I wouldn’t mind that one fucking bit, but I don’t know what it would do to us to have something like that happen so quickly.

I go for a run around the lake to clear my head, needing to get my shit together. I have a fight soon and then another one right after that. I don’t have time to fuck myself up mentally or physically.

I run longer and harder than normal and have to push myself to do it. Maybe I’m punishing myself as well because I could have fucked things up royally for her and myself. I can’t have that happen.

No, I cannot allow bad shit to come between us. I want her, and I swear she is mine now. Not going to fuck around about that.

She is
mine
.

I marked her fair and square. If someone else would have been lucky enough to capture her then they should have made sure she was marked.

I can barely breathe as I get to the back door of my house. The door leads into the kitchen and I have to lean a long time against the counter, drinking a cold bottle of water. I pushed my running out there but maybe it’s also all the fucking I got to do with Grace. I just feel so full of energy. It’s like I’m now filled with lightning, I need to release the building up pressure.

Shit, I want her home right now, right where she and Hope should be. In my house, making noises and bringing life to it.

I glance at the time on the stove and head to my bedroom so I can get ready for the gym. I need to keep working out today.

If the pressure I’ve been feeling continues to grow as much as it has been these last few weeks, the fight against Wade is going to be a bloody mess.

I don’t hate Wade, not really, but right now he is standing between me and the next fight. He is standing in my way of getting my fucking belt. Standing there talking shit—telling everyone that I have a weak fucking jaw.

Fuck that. I ain’t been knocked out once. Not one fucking time.

That ball of fury is forming in my stomach again. It’s rolling around, moving itself into uncomfortable positions. It’s making me want to rage, to shift into Bear mode. I want to fuck shit up.

Fuck, I have seen myself when I get into the cage. I have watched the videos. I get in there and fucking roar like a fucking animal. I take the punch and I hit right back as hard as I can. I don’t take shit in the ring.

I hurt people in there and right now I fucking love it. I can feel the blood quickly pumping in my body, the adrenaline rushing into me. Thank fuck I’m on my way to the gym. I need to punish something or someone.

Fuck!

I want to see Grace right now. I want to stop by her house and see how she and Hope are doing. I don’t though because right now I’m the fucking alpha fucking bear and I want to tear the shit out of something.

I focus that rage and anger. I put it in the little cage I have built inside myself. It’s too small, way too small to contain all that red boiling mess of rage, but it will hold up for a while. Long enough to make it to the gym and then the dojo. Maybe it’s time to spar with Reaper and Brett again.

I step out of my shower and dry myself. Looking down at the floor beside my bed, I laugh out loud, realizing that she didn’t get fully dressed after all. Her panties are lying right there next to my discarded underwear.

Yep, she won’t be getting those back.