Claimed by the Lumberjack

by Izzy Slam

  But somehow, I don’t think Willow would do that. Call it a gut feeling, but I think she enjoyed what I did to her just as much as I did.

  Too bad I won’t be able to do it on a regular basis. Wanting to be a daddy to her doesn’t mean that I will be. Like I said, I don’t need that drama in my life. And I sure as hell don’t need to shit where I live. Or where I’m going to live by the end of the year.

  I’m happily single.

  Woman-free and proud the fuck of it.

  And tonight, I’m going to hit the local bar and see if I can’t find a bitch to sink my dick into. I need something more than my fucking hand tonight.

  After loading up the tools on my truck, I head home and shower, then make sure I stock up on condoms before going back out. Snyder’s Pub in town has a decent menu with a bar and a couple of pool tables. Being that it’s a Friday night, it won’t be hard to find a local chick who’s willing to spread her legs for me. I can just close my eyes and picture Willow’s sweet ass and maybe, just maybe, that will be enough to get her out of my system.

  By the time I get to Snyder’s the main dinner crowd has cleared, so I find a place at the end of the bar where I can keep an eye on who comes and goes. So far, the pickings look slim, but the night is still young.

  I order a steak and fries with a pitcher of beer and notice a few young guys playing pool at one of the tables. One of them makes his way to the jukebox, tipping up a bottle of beer before scrolling through the selections. Within seconds, Willie Nelson is buzzing through the speakers and I’m bobbing my head along with the tune.

  I keep having to push Willow out of my thoughts, though, and I find myself cutting into my Porterhouse steak with extra force, wondering why the hell I’m still this ramped up. I damn near worked myself to the bone today felling trees, and I’ll be back at it tomorrow afternoon at my job. There’s no reason for me to be this agitated.

  But that’s what she’s done to me. And that’s precisely why I need to get my dick wicked tonight.

  When I’m finished eating, I see a woman walk in alone, wearing spandex pants, three-inch heels, and a bright red bustier type shirt—the kind my ex-witch used to wear. Her giant tits are practically spilling out of the top, and I keep an eye on her as she settles across the bar from me, flashing me a warm smile.

  I nod politely. Bitch isn’t my type, but by the look she’s giving me, I’m hers. So, she’ll do.

  I start to call the bartender over to tell him to I’ll pay for her drink when someone else walks past. I flick my gaze to the side and low and behold if it isn’t Willow herself, all decked out in cutoff jean shorts, black leather boots, and a tight tank top.

  Fuck. Me.

  She’s scoping out the pool table corner, her eyes cutting across the place until she comes back around to the bar. I can’t help but notice she’s overdone the makeup, giving her the appearance of a twenty-something year old.

  Damn.

  With a quick wave, she gets the bartender’s attention, ordering a Sex on the Beach before sitting on one of the barstools. The peckerhead doesn’t even bother to card her, and I can’t help but chuckle, shaking my head as he pours tonic water instead of liquor in the glass.

  “Great,” Willow mutters.

  I look her way and she’s staring at me with an evil glint in her eye.

  “Hey, I was here first.”

  “Whatever,” she says, giving me a dismissive wave. “I’m going to pretend you’re not even here.”

  “Whatever gets you through the night, sweet cheeks.”

  “You’re damn right about that. I’ll tell you what will get me through this night, and that’s whoever the fuck I choose to go home with. Looks like I might be off to a good start, too.” She tosses a look over her shoulder at the two guys playing pool, and I stifle an angry growl. The thought of her going home with anyone sends me into a fucking rage.

  “Might want to be careful. Never know who you’re dealing with around here.”

  “Oh, believe me.” She forces a sickly sweet, sarcastic smile. “I’ve already picked up on that little fact. Daddy.”

  There goes that switch again. My palm twitches, and my fucking cock gets hard. I grip my beer mug with so much force I’m surprised it doesn’t break into a bunch of pieces.

  “That’ll be five-fifty, miss.”

  Willow slides several bills across the bar and picks up her drink. “Keep the change.” She then sticks her tongue out at me before sliding off the barstool and walking straight to the two guys. The same ones who are literally balancing beer bottles on their heads as a few onlookers laugh and clap. Great. They look at be about as mature as she is. Actually, less mature.

  Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me tonight because I’ll be damned if I let her leave with one of those pinheads.

  I’ll be damned if I let her leave with anyone.

  I completely forget that the whole point of coming out here tonight was to get myself laid, but this trouble maker has become the focus of my attention, even though that’s not what I want.

  The chick in the heels has already been scooped up by a local biker. They’re carrying on, laughing as he subtly strokes her hand with his finger. Ten bucks says they’ll be out of here within the half hour.

  And sure enough, they are.

  Willow, however, is playing pool solo, leaning over the table in such a way that both the guys get an eyeful of that rear end that I spanked yesterday. A sickness crawls up my throat, and I know that for my own sanity, I need to get the fuck out of here. but I can’t seem to pry myself off the barstool. Watching Willow lure these guys in with her spectacular body and slutty intentions is like watching a train wreck that’s about to happen. I don’t know how or when it will happen, but I just can’t pull my eyes away.

  Besides, what if she needs me? There’s no telling what the riff-raff in Snyder’s is capable of.

  As expected, it isn’t long before both guys are on her like stink on shit. And Willow is lapping up all the attention.

  The one who’s a little bigger between the two puts a hand on her waist as she giggles, and I clench my fists. The smaller one appears to be merely watching from the other side of the pool table, but he’s got that look in his eye. A look I recognize.

  Jealousy.

  I observe them for several minutes, noticing the big one getting more and more handsy with Willow as the other one keeps his distance, obviously accepting that his buddy got the girl. But he isn’t happy about it. That I can tell.

  I kind of expect them to keep playing for a while, but ten minutes barely pass before he’s pulling Willow across the room, holding her by the hand as they walk toward the door. She gives me a passing glance as they walk by, like she’s trying to send me a message.

  Message received, loud and clear. I take a few deep breaths, anger clouding my judgment. If this is what she wants, truly wants—to fuck a perfect stranger—who am I to stand in her way?

  But the moment she’s out the door, I think twice. Maybe it’s something in my gut or maybe I’m just a jealous damn fool, but I can’t let her do this. As feisty as she is, she doesn’t have any defenses against two guys.

  I’ve got a sick feeling about all this. So, I stand up and reach into my back pocket to pull out a few bills I can leave as a tip, tossing them on the bar before leaving.

  Once outside, I spot the three of them across the parking lot, and the fuckwad has already got his hands on her, digging into her round little ass as his buddy jumps into the bed of a truck.

  Willow attempts to push him away, twisting her body as he tries to pull her into a hug. “No, really, I changed my mind. My … my daddy is expecting me.”

  “Naw, baby. I’m your daddy for tonight. Me and Kenny both.”

  Fucker holds her tighter, and I freeze in my tracks as I take in the scene, feeling my pulse hammer as my blood begins to boil.

  Willow presses her hands to his chest and struggles. “I said no!”

  That’s it. I’m not
letting this go any further.

  “Hey! You!” I call out, storming across the lot with my fists at my sides.

  He snaps his head in my direction, Willow too.

  “Can I help you?” he says, sounding annoyed.

  Willow, on the other hand, relaxes as I get close.

  “Yeah. You can help me not punch your fucking lights out by letting her go.”

  “This ain’t none of your concern. Take a hike, pal.”

  I chuckle, giving Willow a quick glance. She’s pleading at me with those big, scared blue eyes of hers, and I suddenly want to rip this guy in two, or maybe a hundred different pieces.

  I step closer to him, noticing his hands slowly gliding down her lower back. “Oh but this is my concern. Because that girl you’re touching is my baby girl. And if you don’t let her go right this instant, I’m going to embarrass the shit out of you in front of your friend here.”

  After tossing a look over at his buddy, they both break out in laughter, and what little patience I have snaps like a rotten rubber band.

  I grab him by the back of the shirt and lift him in the air, tossing him into the back of the truck with such a thud I think I might have broken something. He screams like a girl as his friend jumps to his aid, and Willow runs to my side, clinging to my shirt.

  I look down at her and she’s smiling up at me. But I don’t smile back.

  “You okay?” I ask her.

  She nods.

  “Where’s your car?”

  She points behind me, looking suddenly meek.

  “Get in. I’m following you home.”

  Willow

  It feels like there’s a storm raging in my chest the whole way home. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my eyes.

  I can’t believe I was going to go home with two strangers. But I changed my mind once I got outside, getting myself worked up to a near panic when I realized how stupid I was acting.

  I honestly didn’t expect Hawk to come outside and rescue me like that. But damn if he didn’t. And he called me his baby girl. Even though I’m not.

  Am I?

  I don’t know what I am to him. But he’s following me home, and all I want is for him to be the one to take what I was about to give to some jerk who couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

  I park my car in front of the cabin and twist the keys from the ignition. Hawk pulls up behind me, leaving his headlights on. And as I get out of my car, I sink a little as I realize he’s not. He rolls down the window as I approach, moving his eyes over me in one swift move.

  I place my hands over the window slit, catching a whiff of the inside of his truck. It smells like him. Like testosterone and wood. “Thanks for coming to my rescue like that.”

  With a shake of the head, he blows out a quick breath. “You realize how stupid that was?”

  “Yes. I know. It was … beyond stupid.”

  Hawk studies me for a moment, his face going a little softer as he rubs his beard and looks me up and down again. “Don’t let it happen again, or so help me god I will spank that ass right out in public.”

  Bolts of excitement hit me like shockwaves, and that part of me that’s been aching so much over the past few days swells once again, my need now urgent.

  “Why wait? I mean, I’m probably going to do it again.” I laugh softly, but Hawk just narrows his eyes at me.

  “Daddies decide when to spank their little girls. Not the other way around.”

  Fuck.

  I lick my lips, wondering what I can do to get his attention.

  He glances at the front door. “You go on inside now. I’ll sit here and wait, make sure you get inside safely.”

  I step back. “You sure you don’t want to come in and use the bathroom? You probably have a long drive home, huh?”

  “I live five minutes from here, and no. I’m not coming inside.”

  Okay, now I’m losing my patience. Am I his baby girl or am I not?

  “Why don’t you want to come in? You don’t like me or something?”

  Hawk watches me for a beat, then loops one finger through the belt loop of my shorts, giving me a gentle tug as he roams his gaze over my belly and chest.

  “Oh, it isn’t that, Willow. If I come in that cabin tonight, I don’t trust what I would do. And a little thing like you … well, I just don’t think you’re ready for this.”

  When he lets go of my belt loop, I step back a few paces. I consider arguing with him right here in the driveway, but something tells me it would do no good. Besides, I don’t need to embarrass myself any more than I already have tonight.

  So, I turn on my heels and go inside, setting my keys and purse on the counter. I can still see his headlights outside, shining through the sheers hanging from the window. And I wonder what’s delaying him from leaving, if he’s on his phone, maybe texting someone. A girlfriend. A booty call. Something of the sort.

  I want to be his booty call.

  I want to be his baby girl in every way.

  I want him to be my daddy.

  “Fuck it.” I rip off my top and undo my shorts, sliding them down my hips along with my thongs. Keeping my boots on, I kick everything aside and prance to the window, opening up the sheers and standing in the beam of light coming from Hawk’s truck.

  I lean forward, pressing my palms to the glass above my head as I make out his silhouette in the driver’s seat. My nipples brush the cold surface, making them prick into painful points.

  My breath fogs up the glass, but I’m not moving. Not before he does. I’ll stand here all night showing him my body if I have to. Heat radiates from between my legs, and I move a hand there, parting my folds and noticing how slick I am.

  His truck lights flick off, and I hear a door slam shut. I can’t see through the fog, but I know he’s coming in.

  I back away from the window as I hear the gravel crunching under his boots. My heart races, anticipating the unknown. And when he barges through my front door, I can almost smell the lust seeping from his pores.

  He kicks the door shut and walks several paces toward me, licking me from head to toe with his eyes. I feel my body ignite, just knowing he likes what he sees. He couldn’t deny it now if he wanted to. Not with the bulge that’s forming in his jeans.

  I’m afraid to move, and not knowing what he’s going to do or say, or when, is adding to the excitement pulsing through my veins.

  “You’ve uncaged a wild animal, baby girl. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

  Hawk

  I was finding it hard to leave Willow’s cabin when I saw her move to the window, naked as naked could be. I muttered a few curse words, feeling my dick get stiff as I realized this would not get resolved until I fucked her.

  She’s gotten under my skin and infected me, and I need to get her out.

  It wasn’t like this yesterday when I carried her back here to spank her bottom. That was a warning and just a taste of what I could do. I managed to keep myself in check then.

  But right now? Willow is displaying herself for me, and I just can’t turn this down. My need for her has turned into an unstoppable force—a storm whose fury must be released in order to be eventually quelled.

  I shut off my engine and barge into her cabin, finding her standing there in all her glory. Fucking hell, she looks so goddamn sexy in those black boots, creamy legs and curvy hips, pretty little pussy and nipple-pricked tits.

  Blood rushes through my cock, causing it to strain against my jeans. My little girl, offering herself to me, so desperate for her daddy, the need evident in her flushed cheeks and bright pink nipples. I hope like fuck I don’t hurt her. Because right now, I’m feeling violent.

  “You’ve uncaged a wild animal, baby girl. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

  She parts her lips, and her chest rises and falls.

  “I don’t know what I’m doing, really. I just know I’ve saved myself for you. My flower is bursting with heat and it needs to be plucked. By you, daddy.”
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  Oh fuck. She’s a virgin?

  I growl as I make my way across the room to her. There’s a little fear in her pretty blue eyes as I lift her up into my arms. But the speed with which she wraps those legs around me lets me know she’s as eager for me as I am for her.

  I tangle her hair around my fist and pull her to me, pressing my lips against hers. Our tongues find each other and dance with crazy hunger for several long seconds as my cock throbs angrily.

  Willow purrs and grinds her little body against mine, making me damn near spurt in my jeans.

  “You’re carving a rough night out for yourself, little girl. Daddy is trying real hard right now not to tear you in two.”

  “But … maybe I want you to tear me in two, daddy,” she says, grinding her pussy against my lower abs and smearing her hot juices everywhere.

  I fight the animal urge I have to take her right here, carrying her to the bedroom and tossing her on the mattress before getting out of my clothes. Her bedside lamp is on, creating a dim glow around us. She sits up on her elbows, planting the bottom of her boots on the edge of the bed. “Don’t move a fucking muscle. Lay just like that.”

  A wicked smile tugs at the corner of her mouth and I can’t tear my shirt and jeans off fast enough. I leave my clothes in a heap on top of my boots and drop to my knees before gripping her by the hips and burying my nose to her pussy.

  I pull in her scent, feeling her thighs tremble against my head.

  Nerves.

  She’s never done this before either.

  Fuck. She’s mine now.

  I drag my tongue over one of her lips, the stubble grazing me. Her angelic face watches me eagerly. Feeling a rage inside me, I can’t help but sink my teeth into the flesh there, making her whimper.

  And her little whimper of pain makes my dick pulse, pre-cum teasing from the slit. I sit up a little and slip a finger inside her hole. Her muscles grip me tight and she sucks in a rush of air.

  “Once I take it, baby girl, it belongs to me. There’s no going back.”

  She nods quickly, but when I start to pump my finger in and out of her slick channel, her head falls back and she lets out a long moan.