Holly’s Grizzly (Monster Relations Bureau #4)

14

Irving

Peace settles over the cabin, the forest, the whole damn world as Holly and I lie entangled in my bed.

Her body is loose and languid against mine, her head nuzzled into the arm I have banded beneath her, the length of her pressed against me. Her voice is a soft, dreamy caress in the darkness and the lingering heat of the fire drifting up from below.

“I want to hike the Pacific Crest Trail,” Holly says. “And I want to quit my job. I mean, not before I have something else figured out, but eventually.”

Both our words have been meandering for the last few minutes as we drift off, and maybe it should feel strange to have my cock buried in her while we have this conversation, but somehow… it doesn’t.

It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be connected to her this way, listening to the gentle cadence of her voice and feeling the rise and fall of her breath, adjusting to the small shifting movements she makes as she gets comfortable, savoring the softness and the warmth of her, all the little bits and pieces that make her who she is.

“I think you should,” I tell her. “Maybe sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I press a kiss to the top of her head, lingering there as I take a long, indulgent inhale of her. “No time like the present.”

She laughs softly. “Says the man who likes to take his time.”

That’s not entirely inaccurate. I do take my time. In fact, I might even take too much of it, let too much life pass me by while I stay tucked into my little hermitage up here.

But something about Holly makes me want to hurry.

Sure, I’ll take every damn second I can tasting her and touching her and fucking her, but when I think about the rest of it, something deep and urgent stirs in the bottom of my soul. Some urge to change things, make things happen, like with her and her hiking trip.

In some distant, glittering future, maybe I’d go with her.

I’ve never been one for long-distance hikes, but my body is muscled and strong and made for the mountains. With a little prep and some training, I might be able to…

My thoughts stutter, then draw up short as I realize what I’m doing.

I’m thinking about something months, maybe years from now, when we’ll be saying goodbye in just a day or two.

My half-formed fantasies don’t change the fact that the gulf between our lives feels too massive to bridge.

The way Holly talks about her life back in Seattle, her friends, all her plans and everything she’s achieved, I can’t imagine she’d ever be happy with a life all the way out here. Or, if I’m anything like a partner she would have imagined for herself, for that matter.

Beyond that, I know myself well enough to know I’d never be happy in a city. I’d never be able to leave these woods behind or give up the happiness and solitude I’ve found here. Even if it’s a solitude I’d like to share with her, it’s also one that feels essential to my very being.

The conflict and complexity of it all settles firmly in the center of my chest in a dull, hollow ache.

But I refuse to let it in.

I refuse to let it ruin these moments I have with Holly.

“I’ll always take my time with you, sweetheart,” I say, rumbling the words into the tender skin below her ear, and she shivers with pleasure. “All the time in the world, it’s yours.”

Sometime in the deepest, darkest hours of the night, I wake with the immediate feeling of something missing.

It only takes a few bleary moments to realize what it is.

As we slept, my cock slipped out of Holly’s tight, warm cunt, and in my half-sleeping stupor, that feels entirely unacceptable.

She stirs, and must feel that same sense of loss, because she lets out a frustrated little moan as she pushes her hips back toward mine. The swell of her pert, perfect ass presses to my erection, and I push back, the head of my cock slipping between her cheeks, sliding down to her soaked entrance.

We both groan, but Holly moves first. Faster than I expected, given she only woke a few moments ago, she turns in my arms and throws herself across my chest, claiming my mouth.

Her kiss is hard, deep, demanding, and my body roars back to life, all the lingering, hazy tendrils of sleep disappearing in an instant. I growl against her lips, and she moans, stroking her tongue against mine, moving until she’s sprawled out on top of me.

Her knees fall to either side of my hips, her naked body fitting itself into every inch of mine. I thrust up to meet her, and she moans again, grinding her cunt into the hard, ready length of my cock.

“Holly,” I say, half out of my mind and desperate for her, still reeling from the whiplash of going from dead asleep to burning for her in the span of a few heartbeats. “Sweetheart.”

I don’t know if it’s a warning, or a plea, maybe both.

With a firm grip and a decisive shift of her hips, Holly guides me inside her. She rears back, sitting up and sinking herself onto me.

Unable to help myself, I fling an arm to the side. After bashing my hand against the lamp a couple of times, I finally manage to turn it on.

And fuck, am I glad I did.

Holly has her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she rocks her hips and works herself onto my full length.

Her pretty cunt is stretched wide around my cock, her thighs straining, her breasts thrust forward with the arch of her back. Her golden hair catches the lamplight and her nipples tighten with pleasure and the slight chill in the air.

Taking her hips in a firm grip, I ease her down the last couple of inches.

“Look at you,” I breathe. “Just perfect for me, Holly.”

As if on command, she peels her eyes open and glances down. Her gaze darkens with satisfaction and hunger as she sees where I have her spread wide, where I’m sprawled out below her, completely at her mercy.

She plants both her hands on my chest, nails biting slightly into my skin as she gasps with the change in angle, and lowers her mouth to mine.

I growl into the kiss, hips bucking up to meet her. “You want to ride me, sweetheart?”

Holly lets out another gasp, meeting my thrust. “Yes.”

“Let me see, then. Lean back.”

She obeys, bracing her hands on my thighs behind her, putting herself on full display for me.

And then she starts moving.

Lifting herself almost all the way off my cock, she sinks back down with a hard, brutal snap of her hips, making both of us groan. Once, twice, again, she finds a rhythm that suits her, rolling her body against mine, grinding, driving me out of my godsdamned mind.

It’s all I can do to stave off the climax that’s already tightening in my balls, gathering low in my belly, so fucking overstimulated by the sight and the feel of her—the tight grip of her cunt and the unimaginably erotic vision of her moving on me, taking her pleasure, claiming me, owning me.

I find the swollen bud of her clit with my thumb, giving it a firm press and growling my satisfaction at the cry it elicits from her. I do it again, moving in slow circles with a steady, unyielding pressure. I feel her cunt tighten around me, and watch pleasure and desperation break over her face as her climax builds.

“Irving,” she gasps. “Irving, god. Yes. More.”

Gods, I’ll never tire of it. I’ll never tire of hearing Holly demand what she wants, of being the one to give it to her.

Holly comes with a strangled sob on her lips and her head thrown back, her whole body stretched and arched and straining with the power of her release. She cries my name, and I’ve never heard a sound so sweet.

While she’s still trembling with the last aftershocks of her climax, I wrap my arms around her and shift her off me. I ease her down to the soft nest of blankets and pillows so she’s laying on her belly. Moving behind her, I take her hips and pull them up and back, drawing her to her knees. Her face is still down, buried in the pillows, and I lean all the way over her to murmur into her ear.

“Is this alright?”

She nods, and I stroke a hand down her back. “I’m going to need the words, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” she groans. “Yes, Irving. If you don’t get the fuck back inside me, I’m going to—”

Her words cut off on a broken cry as I line my cock up and thrust deep, sheathing myself in one stroke.

Buried in her incredible warmth, leaning over her and pressing myself close so I can feel all of her against me, I stay that way for a few long moments. I breathe through my threatening orgasm, not wanting it to be over so soon, and let Holly adjust to the new position.

She wriggles her hips and moans softly as she finds where she’s comfortable, and it’s not long before she’s shifting restlessly against me, trying to move herself on my cock.

I take her hips in a firm grip and pull back before thrusting deep once more. It’s good, so fucking good, too fucking good, and after a minute or two I lose whatever scraps of control I was still holding onto.

I catch her chin in a rough grip and turn her face toward mine, devouring the gasp from her lips as I claim her mouth.

It’s too much, the taste of her pleasure, the feel of her beneath me, the grip of her body and the eager press of her hips as she demands more.

I come with a low groan against her lips. I thrust deep and empty myself into her until it feels like there’s nothing left of me she doesn’t own.

All of it, everything I am, belongs to her in this moment.

It might just be the orgasm talking, but somewhere deep in the furthest, deepest, most primal and instinctual parts of my brain, my grizzly roars his agreement.

Hers .

Hers to claim, hers to keep.

She’s all I ever wanted. All I’ll ever want.

The intensity of that last thought draws me up short. It makes me wonder if I can trust myself.

I probably can’t. Not where she’s concerned.

I can’t trust myself to be anything but desperate and greedy when it comes to Holly. And all that desperation, all that greed, whispers temptation into my mind. It weaves impossible wants and bright, sunshine futures and other pretty fantasies I can’t look at too closely.

It’s only going to leave me heartbroken if I do.

Though, at this point, maybe that’s inevitable.

With a bit of gentle prodding and encouragement, Holly and I both take our turns to clean up in the upstairs bathroom before coming back to bed.

Holly shivers a little as she curls up against me.

The air is cooler now than when we came up to bed, and I shift to get up, intending to go back down and build the fire up, but I barely make it an inch before she’s draped over me again.

“Stay,” she grumbles, already half-asleep and adorably disgruntled.

“I’m just going downstairs to add some logs to the—”

“Uh-uh,” she says, resolutely not letting me leave.

And… oh, well.

I can keep her warm enough.

Shifting Holly so her back is pressed up against my front, she lets out a contented sigh and wiggles her hips at the prod of my surprisingly still-hard cock against her ass.

“In?” I murmur into the tender skin just below her ear, and Holly nods, limbs lax and accommodating as I grab her thigh and spread her open, lining myself up at her core.

I savor every soft, damp, yielding inch of her as I slide myself back inside, every flutter of her around me, the tight, perfect fit of our bodies as I bottom out and she groans.

We fall back asleep just like that.

Warm and safe. More intimately connected than I’ve ever been with another living soul.