Michaels: Northern Grizzlies MC (Book 5)

by M. Merin

  “Stay with me?” she softly whispers, rolling over to make room for me.

  Looking down on her, I’m torn between what I want and the desire to give her space. In the end, I slip out of my polo and remove my belt and boots; crawling in to spoon her. Arching my right arm over her head, I pull the covers over us before I settle my left hand on her hip.

  Breathing in the minty scent of her shampoo, I try to ignore the blood that rushes to my crotch at the feel of her ass against me. Focusing on her light breathing, I ignore the ever-nagging concerns of the job I chose and finally drift off.

  *

  “I’ve decided on Mike,” are the first words I can make out the next morning. “Ahhh, finally!” Tabby exclaims when she sees the awareness in my eyes.

  “I’ve been trying to wake you but you sleep like the dead. I, of course, tried Michaels, then Sheriff, followed by a bunch of nicknames I won’t bother repeating,” Tabitha pauses for breath and I take that moment to pull her into bed with me. “Hey! Breakfast is almost ready!”

  “I want you for breakfast, Princess,” I say while nuzzling into her neck, shifting my lips to her mouth when I think she’s going to speak again. “Just you.”

  When she deepens the kiss, I pull her leg up to wrap around my hip, sliding my hand to her ass once to lock her into place. She tilts her pelvis up to cradle my morning wood and moves her lips across my cheek, nibbling on my earlobe. Not satisfied with my response, she continues on.

  BINGO.

  My sensitive spot has always been just below my ear and she nipped it perfectly. I growl and roll on top of her, pinning her arms to the bed as I press my forehead to hers.

  “Let me have my breakfast in bed?” I ask, pressing my cock into her hot, moist center. My jeans and her wet panties create a frustrating barrier. She shyly bites her bottom lip and nods.

  Immediately shifting down her body, I take a moment to kiss her hardened nipples through her nightie before I get to my chosen destination. Lifting her top, I briefly admire her blue satin panties before I tug them down.

  The neatly trimmed hair that covers her core is as dark as mine and I run my thumbs down her outer lips, enjoying her harsh exhale as I part them. I lightly blow into her most sensitive area before placing a light kiss on her clit. Her hips arch off the bed at this touch so I shift my hands to hold them, circling my tongue around her sweet spot.

  “Mike!” she moans. “I thought you didn’t…”

  “Not for a long time,” I chuckle. “Just lay back, Princess. Let me catch up, I’m sure it’s like riding a bike.”

  “No. No, you’re good,” she sighs again.

  My tongue on her clit seems to render her speechless but I pull back when her breathing tells me she’s close to her release. What can almost be described as a growl bursts from her lips before she reaches down to grasp my head.

  Moving further down, I suction my mouth over her dripping core, inhaling and exhaling into her tunnel gets her even more worked up. Her frustration is mounting since I broke my earlier rhythm, so I slide my right finger into her, while I spread my left hand across her abdomen. Watching her face, her eyes fly open the moment I find her G-spot.

  “Ahh, there you are, Tabitha.”

  “Please, Mike? No more teasing.”

  “As you wish, Princess,” I grin at her. Fucking her with my finger as I lower my mouth back down to her clit. Her soaking pussy and the crescendo of her cries urge me on, feeling the first tremor of her orgasm in her tunnel, I continue until Tabby’s moans fade and thighs relax back to either side.

  “Jesus Christ.”

  Planking my body over her soft curves, I smile down on her; enjoying the look on her face as I lay gentle kisses on her.

  “Oh, shit!” she suddenly tenses up. “I left rolls in the oven!”

  Scooting out from under me, her nightie falls back down to her mid-thigh as she nearly runs from the room. When the sound of a scream reaches me seconds later, I rush after her—she wouldn’t have had time to make it to the stove yet.

  Indeed, she’s standing at the end of the hall, staring into the living room. I start to push her aside to move around her when I see him.

  “Don’t worry, I took the cinnamon rolls out already,” Jake drawls while munching on one. “Saw your truck outside, last night and this morning. Thought I’d ask your intentions.”

  “Dammit, Jake,” Tabitha hisses. “You have no right letting yourself in here.”

  “I’m not the only one who drives by here, Tabs,” he reminds her, icing another roll before he continues. “Figure half the town knows about the two of you by now.”

  “How is it any of their business?” Tabby growls. “Let’s get back to where you don’t get to break into my house anytime you feel like it!”

  “Call the cops then,” he deadpans. “Michaels, how does this work from your end? Gonna fuck around with my baby sister until the Governor finds out you’re sticking it to someone with Grizzlie ties?”

  Looking around, I finally spot the coffee pot. Pouring myself a cup gives me a small window to consider my response.

  “We’re figuring things out, Jake. We were hoping for the time to see where this is going,” I finally answer, looking at him dead on.

  Tabitha

  “Mike!” I turn on him. “I’m not sixteen. Jake doesn’t get any say in who I date.”

  “That isn’t quite right, Princess,” Mike starts, as he pours a cup for me.

  “Mike?” Jake interjects. “Your name is Michael Michaels? Seriously, your parents couldn’t think of anything else?”

  We both turn to glare at my brother, so he sticks another cinnamon roll in his mouth and holds his hands up.

  “Shit. Is your whole family as talkative as you are?” Mike asks, causing me to start choking on my coffee. He immediately steps towards me to help, despite me waving my hand and starting to laugh as his arm circles my waist.

  I look over to Jake and my, normally quiet, brother starts to laugh along with me. Once we quiet down, Jake moves to put his plate in the sink before squaring up to Mike again.

  “You and I both know there’s a lot of shit coming towards us. I’d never drag Tabs into it, she’s my family. I mean out of everyone I was born to, she’s the one I love the most. You gotta mean it, no fucking around on her or backing off if you get pressure. I won’t fucking stand for that,” Jake stands, unblinking, a foot away from where the Sheriff is still holding me. “And I sure as hell don’t stand alone.”

  Jake waits a moment before breaking eye contact when he does he gives me a kiss on the cheek. “I’m always here for you,” he whispers as he turns to go.

  “I love you too, Jake,” I call after him. Watching him leave, I’m torn by my feeling for him and the man holding me so possessively by his side.

  “Go get dressed, Princess,” Mike squeezes my ass to get my attention. “We’ll get breakfast at the diner before heading out. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

  The diner is nearly full once we make it there. The chimes above the door signal our entrance and in a moment, silence falls throughout the room. While I get a few glares from some of the women in there, the guys start grinning and nudging each other. One calls out, “Sheriff, you staying by your old house again? Saw your truck out there bright and early.”

  Their smiles turn to chuckles as we follow Margie to a table. “Don’t you mind them,” she assures me. “It’ll blow over in a day or two.”

  Taking our orders, Margie winks at Mike before spinning back to the counter.

  “She tends to become a bit of a cheerleader for couples she likes…” Mike shrugs, looking a little bashful.

  I lean forward to whisper across the table to him. “We grew up outside of Boston and I guess in ways it felt like a small town to me. Then I come here and, I mean, everyone really knows everyone’s business.”

  “I imagine, the position you’re in, you’ll get a whole different perspective of people also,” he grins at me.

  “I m
et that couple at Jake’s house,” I indicate the framed picture behind him. “Do they own the diner?”

  Mike starts choking on his coffee and barely gets it under control as Margie drops off our plates.

  “No. You might have heard that Riley’s grandmother owns a chunk of the town though,” his statement makes me raise an eyebrow. “She and Charlie are thick as thieves so you’ll probably see a lot of them.”

  “Funny,” I roll my eyes at him.

  “Better get used to my bad jokes now, Princess,” he grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth and I feel everyone’s eyes on my back as he kisses the inside of my wrist.

  “Gunner’s a little frightening,” I add and my fishing gets me a smirk.

  “He isn’t the worst of that group, but…this stays between us?” Mike waits for my confirmation. “Now that there together I think I might trust him more. He loves her too much to do anything to jeopardize their relationship.”

  “So, I’m dying to know – what are your plans for today?

  “Our plans, Princess,” he smiles at me over a forkful of chocolate chip pancakes. “We’re going rafting and having a picnic.”

  I choke on my coffee, “Like white-water rafting?”

  “Too late in the season for that, water will be calm and I know what I’m doing.”

  “I’m sure you do,” I add, still convinced this will be a disaster. “But there’s a guide also, right?”

  He just grins at me as he fishes out cash for the breakfast and as we’re leaving I’m a little curious about how he knows what to leave without getting the check from Margie.

  Chapter 12

  Michaels

  Tabby looked like she was going to cry when I said we’re going rafting and it had never occurred to me that someone who moved out west wouldn’t be into the outdoors. I’ll have to pop that cherry for her, nice and easy.

  “You have been on the water before, haven’t you, Princess?” I ask when we’re halfway to my cousins’ river guide business.

  “Yes, of course,” she answers. “Just not on a river. In an inflatable raft.”

  “Not many yachts or cruise ships in this part of the world, Princess,” I smile and reach out for her hand. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” She makes a hrumph sound but continues to watch our surroundings until we’re pulling into the River Outfitter’s parking lot.

  My cousins greet me warmly and after a round of introductions with them grinning at us like idiots, the youngest of them, Donald, takes us to our raft to go over the safety check with Tabby. I toss my keys to his brother and arrange to have him drive my truck over to my house to wait for us there. Before turning away, I give him my black Stetson. James looks the most like me and while he’ll be on back roads, it wouldn’t due to be seen loaning an official vehicle out to my family.

  “Can’t remember the last woman I saw you with,” James says, getting a glare from me. “Hey, come on, cuz! You know I don’t mean anything by it.”

  “It’s new,” I shrug.

  “Tracy will be curious as hell when I tell her. Maybe when it’s not so new, you’ll bring her by?” he offers and I nod, keeping my eyes locked on Tabitha. “What about April?”

  “No change.”

  “Have you told Tabitha?” he asks, looking away when I just shake my head and continue walking towards our boat.

  “Take it easy on us today, huh, Donald?” I ask, knowing he likes to show off. “Wanna make sure Tabby wants to get on the river come springtime.”

  Getting Tabby situated in the raft, Donald takes the back and I grab the second paddle. She gradually unclenches her hands as we proceed down river, and I just keep talking to help her stay calm. I’ve nearly tapped my knowledge of local history and lore by the time we’ve rounded the second cluster of rocks, the raft dips a few feet with the river and startles a laugh out of Tabby.

  “You could have warned me!” she laughs over her shoulder at me.

  “Now, where’s the fun in that?” I grin back at her. “There’ll be a few more of those up ahead if you insist on knowing…”

  “This is fun, Mike.”

  “I’ll have you horseback riding and hiking in no time,” I toss back.

  “Do I look like I’d enjoy hiking?” she snorts back at me. Instead of answering, I tilt my head so she’ll focus on the next drop off. When her laughter dies down, I continue telling her about the area and in no time at all Donald is maneuvering the raft to a break in the trees along one of the banks.

  “What now?” she asks before letting out a scream when James steps through the space in the trees.

  “Grab his hand and jump on out, Tabby,” I direct her before securing the paddle. Following close behind her, James and I switch spots and they take off down the river.

  “About that hike,” I saw and am rewarded by the narrowing of her eyes. “We’ll save that for another day. My place is right through those trees, thought we could have a picnic?”

  “Why do you live all the way out here when you have places in town?” She looks at me as I place a hand on the small of her back to guide her through the trees.

  “Watch your step, Princess.” I hold her close to me so she won’t trip on the tree roots. “I like my privacy, ain’t much of that around here. Besides, by land, it’s only fifteen minutes from the station.”

  Breaking through the trees, I look down to catch her expression when she finally sees my home.

  “It’s beautiful,” she whispers, her eyes wide as she takes it all in. “From the river, you’d never know this was here!”

  “And the driveway is a half mile, with national forests on two sides and the river down that way,” I tell her as I scoop up my hat and keys that James left on a table on the porch. “So, privacy…”

  Unlocking the door, I turned back to see her facing out, absorbing the view. Coming up behind her, I lift her bridal style into my arms, enjoying her squeal that quickly turned to a laugh.

  “Put me down, Mike!”

  “Dammit, you aren’t going to stop calling me that, are you?” I press my lips to her forehead as I kick the door shut, and she lifts her chin up - reaching her mouth to mine. Our kiss instantly becomes heated. Screw lunch, instead of the kitchen I turn and head straight to my bedroom. Fuck this waiting.

  I lower her down gently to my bed, never moving my lips from hers and she quickly wraps her body around mine.

  “I want you so goddamn bad, Princess,” I whisper against her mouth, moving my hands down to cup the large globes of her ass. I spin onto my back, pulling Tabby on top of me with her V against my dick that’s straining to get out of my jeans.

  “The month,” she pants, reaching down to pull her T-shirt off. “That seems a bit much.”

  “Stupid fucking idea,” I growl in agreement, biting her plump bottom lip. “This isn’t a game, Tabby. Not to me.”

  “Condom?” she smiles down on me, caressing the length of my jaw.

  Tabitha

  It’s too soon. Part of me knows that, but the part of me that’s nearly a thirty year old woman who hasn’t had sex in a really long time has taken the driver’s seat.

  Mike pulls me back down, rolling us onto our sides.

  “I want you to be sure, Princess.”

  I nod in response and move back up to nip that sensitive area I found earlier.

  “Don’t fucking move,” he hisses, sitting up and pausing for a moment. He grunts to himself as he walks back out of the room, returning a moment later, tearing into a new box of condoms. Mike has pursued me in a way I’m not used to and somehow, seeing that he had to think about where his stash was and that it wasn’t simply in his nightstand puts me at ease. Stretching back, I undo my pants and wiggle them down.

  Reaching for the blanket to cover myself, I immediately find myself playing tug-of-war with him. Tossing a condom beside us, he shakes his head at me before lowering himself back down to my vagina. Thinking of that clinical word that I’m so used to nearly makes me giggle. The way he rub
s his face into my core, savoring my wetness and caressing my clit with his tongue, he’s going to town on my pussy and I’ve never felt anything like it.

  “Not yet, Tabby,” he murmurs as my body chases my orgasm, grinding up against him. “Gonna be buried deep in this sweetness before I let you get there.”

  “Please?!” I arch up at his retreating face but he just unfastens his jeans and reaches for the condom. His cock juts up the moment he pushes his briefs and jeans down past his hips and it’s the treat I’ve been waiting for. A solid nine inches, with a curve to the left; it’s mushroomed head leaking pre-cum.

  Suiting up, he positions himself between my thighs and plunges himself in with one hard thrust. I cry out, completely full and still needing the release I was so close to. He cups my face in his hands and his eyes search mine, ensuring that I’m alright before he withdraws.

  “Please,” I cry again. Lifting my legs to secure them around his waist, I offer my pussy up to him. He starts pumping steadily in and out and the roughness of his jeans against the inside of my thighs add to all the other sensations. Tightening my pelvic muscles around his cock, I work to hold him inside.

  “You’re mine now, Tabby. Cum for me. Now,” he chants over and over into my ear and I do. His orgasm follows on the tail of mine, his low growls gaining volume as he continues to pump into me.

  He no sooner finishes than he rolls onto his back, tucking me into his side. “Not giving you up, Princess.” He softly murmurs and I burrow further into his side, feeling more vulnerable than I have in years.

  “Mike…” I no sooner start than my phone starts blaring, followed immediately by his. “Shit.” I roll to go retrieve mine as he echoes my sentiment.

  A multi-car pile-up, that includes a pregnant woman, jars us both out of the moment.

  “I’ll get you to the hospital and…”

  “No, I’ll need my car. Just drop me at home before you…”