Bucking Bear (Pounding Hearts 3)

I sigh and turn my face into his warm shoulder. I hate to put my problems on him, he’s already got so much to deal with himself.

When I don’t answer, he growls and scrapes his teeth against my neck.

With a yelp, I try to pull away but his arms tense up.

“What’s wrong?”

I sigh.

“Grace,” he rumbles ominously.

Fine, if he really wants to know… “Carson is a douchebag.”

“You just now figuring that out?”

I shake my head and bury my face against his shoulder again. He’s so warm and he smells so good. His scent is crisp and spicy, there’s something about it that makes me think of pine trees and winter.

“Did he do something?”

“Besides buy a booster seat for his car? No,” I mumble against his shirt.

Max

Proof positive that I am a fucking machine, this weekend I ensured wouldn’t be able to walk straight after I was done with getting my way. It was a fucking long weekend of happiness. She was with me as long as we could be. And it’s not nearly enough.

I think she might have even o

utdid me when it came to doggy style. She thrust back so hard on my cock my hips were sore.

It was so fucking awesome.

Grace has some serious kinkiness too her when she is trying things out. I don’t think a single position I mentioned gave her a moments pause, she wanted it all. Can’t say that I blame her, so did I.

My woman and my kid.

Fuck Carson.

That fuckstick is working on becoming a smear on the highway. It’s one thing to not get along with your ex-whatever, but it’s entirely another to harass them like he is. Dude is trying to win back the greatest thing to ever enter my life.

That shit ain’t going to fucking happen.

I’ll have his body in a fucking desert hole somewhere if he touches either of my girls again. I tried to talk Grace into letting me go pick up Hope for her, but she wouldn’t bend. That sucks. I would have killed for some alone time with Carson.

Sex and just life in general with Grace, I love it. That’s where all the happy thoughts end. Right there, Grace and Hope. Happiness in my life right there in the beautiful angels. Why she came into my life I have no clue, but I sure the fuck am happy that she has.

She has shown me that life isn’t about fighting and waiting, there is something more out there. There’s another half of me somewhere that needs to be mine. Fuck, I even want kids in my life. I can’t say I have always wanted kids. Shit or that I have even liked them. But I want and do like them now. I think it would be so good to have a child with Grace, and I know Hope would be an awesome daughter to have and a big sister to whatever comes out.

Fuck, there goes the thoughts of a pregnant Grace. That shit has become almost a nightly occurrence in my dreams. Right there in living color, her knocked up and naked on the bed begging for me to fuck her with my long hard cock. Fuck me, those thoughts are plaguing me. I wonder what Grace would think if I told her how fucking rock hard I get with the thought of her being pregnant.

Taking her home sucks. Nothing I can say more than it sucks and eats at my very fucking soul.

Krissy has helped a bit though. She has been texting me throughout the week. I think her main calling is to keep me focused on the task at hand with my training. To kick the shit out of Wade.

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“Well, isn’t that fucking cute! Two grown fucking men whining like little pre-pubescent boys with skinned knees!” Dale roars from outside the cage.

Fuck.