Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)

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.