Page 71 of Jealous Lumberjack

The ropes creak as we shift, our bodies too close, way too hot.

Her cotton-covered clit presses hot and damp against my thigh, and her nipples brush my chest. She bites her lip, trying not to moan.

I don’t. I growl.

“Petal.” I crush my mouth to hers, a filthy, devouring kiss that tastes like sweat and longing. Tongues clashing and lips bruising, I bite her bottom lip and she yelps into my mouth.

She thinks she’s got me.

But while she’s still catching her breath, I shift, counter, and suddenly she’s weightless.

My arms hook under her, chest colliding with hers, and then I hurl her across the canvas.

She screams—pure shock, pure thrill—as she hits the mat, breath whooshing out of her.

And when she blinks up at me, sprawled and gasping, and I’m looming over her, massive, sweat dripping down my temple and my chest rising like a mountain...

I know we’re only just getting started.

She’s sprawled on the canvas, chest heaving, chestnut hair a wild halo around her flushed face.

Her thighs are parted from the throw, and with every panting breath, her peaked nipples strain against the fabric.

Christ.

She looks so fucking glorious on my mat. Enchanting.Mine.

The music thrums louder, vibrating through the canvas beneath me, a savage rhythm that matchesmylooming presence.

My chest heaves, my thighs tremble, and the bass feels like it’s carryingthe lead vocalist’sgrowl straight into my bones.

Every muscle in me locks, torn between hauling her up and sinking to my knees to devour her. The sight of her like this—laid out at my feet, gasping for breath, trusting me not to break her—shreds what’s left of my control.

Petal doesn’t even know. Doesn’t know she’s the most dangerous opponent I’ve ever faced.

Because I could fight a hundred men and walk away whole.

But one look at her like this, and I’m fucking ruined.

A growl rumbles low in my chest as I stalk toward her. The canvas groans under my boots, every step deliberate, every inch of my body strung tight with hunger. She scrambles back on her elbows, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, that mix of fear and fascination shining in them.

“Bear...” she whispers. Half warning, half invitation.

I crouch low, muscles bunching, palms pressed to the mat on either side of her. My shadow swallows her whole.

“You think you can take me, petal?” My voice is gravel, torn from the pit of my chest. “Then get the fuck up and prove it.”

Her lips part.

A flicker of defiance sparks in her eyes. And before I can crush my mouth to hers, she twists, fast and clever?—

And the tables turn.

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LILY

My scream of delight fills the barn asThe Grizzlyflings me one more time.