The Woodsman's Baby

by Eddie Cleveland

  Now that we’re face to face, I can make out her features, and let me tell you, my eyes are taking their time doing just that. Her brown eyes are shimmering under her violet framed glasses. Every time she blinks her incredibly long, dark eyelashes at me my heart flutters in unison.

  I don’t want to look like a perv, so I try not to let my eyes travel over her body. I try not to notice the way her t-shirt hugs her large breasts. I try not to pay attention to her cute belly or the flare of her large hips. I definitely try not to stare at her perfect, plump ass. Even if it is the roundest, most spankable bubble butt I’ve ever seen.

  Instead, I force myself to stay focused on her eyes, not that it’s a challenge. I can easily get lost in the warmth and kindness I see in them. I feel like I’ve met her before, and I suppose I have, however, knowing someone online is never quite the same as meeting them in person.

  “You look much different than your avatar,” I tease her.

  “You mean the fluffy kitten in a hat?” She smiles.

  Damn, that smile. I may need a minute.

  “Yeah, that’s the one, I can’t believe after all this time, I’ve never seen your face.” My voice has recovered from its previous shock, coming out deep and rich.

  “I guess I’m a bit self-conscious,” she shrugs.

  “Of what?” I don’t mean to say it so loudly. Like she just shocked me with a cattle prod kind of loud. It’s just that I can’t imagine a woman so sexy being anything but proud of her appearance. This time I do let my eyes linger, I let them undress her, I let myself imagine her body unrestrained by clothes.

  I shake my head and smile. I need a shower. A cold one. And the relentless heat of the sun beating down on me has nothing to do with it.

  Ally looks down at her book shyly, but I can see her lips twinge up at the corners. “I absolutely loved this one, I mean, you know that, but I can’t tell you enough,” she slides the novel across the table, “could you sign it for me?”

  With the look she’s giving me, there’s no request I’d turn down. She could ask me to slay a sabretooth tiger and I’d research how to revive the species just to kill it off again.

  “Of course,” I grab my pen and open the cover, “I thought I sent you all my books signed already. How did I miss this one?” I flip the page and see that I did, indeed, already sign it.

  “You did,” she laughs nervously, “I was just hoping you could put another little message on it, since it’s my favorite of yours and I’m finally meeting you.”

  “Sure, of course,” I flip another page and scribble my words then sign my name with a flourish and hand it back to her closed.

  For a moment, the line of readers waiting behind her disappears. For a moment, I feel like we have this entire ship to ourselves as I look into her eyes.

  “Okay, well, I should go,” Ally nods at the crowd waiting behind her, “I don’t want to hold you up.” She clutches the book to her large breasts and starts to walk away.

  “Wait!”

  She wheels around and looks back at me.

  “Would you like to meet up later? Maybe get a drink or something?” I offer.

  Her round cheeks burn up. “Yeah, I’d love that,” she smiles. “Maybe we can re-enact that scene from Titanic, you know where he holds her arms open on the bow,” she giggles and I laugh at the suggestion. Ally gives a little snort and it’s the cutest thing.

  “With enough drinks, I’d be up for just about anything,” I chuckle. “How about we meet on the seventh-floor bar at eight?”

  “I’ll be there,” she smiles,turns back around and walks away.

  I can’t help but watch that sweet ass swing from side to side as she disappears into the crowd. Wow. That was intense. I’ve written about encounters like that in my books a hundred times, but I’ve never lived it.

  I can’t wait for the day to slip into night so I can see her again.

  Chapter 3 - Ally

  “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

  I turn around on my stool, cozied up to the bar and smile. I didn’t need to see his handsome face to know it was him. I recognize his husky voice.

  “I’m meeting a very famous writer,” I tease him and smile even broader as his cheeks flare pink.

  Gabriel runs his hand through his dark hair and looks down. “Well, I don’t know about that,” he answers humbly.

  “I do,” I pat the seat next to me. “Care to join me?”

  “How about we go get a table? Something a little less crowded,” he nods to the patrons lined up beside me.

  “Sure,” I grasp the hand he’s holding out for me and slide down from my seat.

  “Could you bring us two more of what she’s ordered, please?” He looks over my shoulder at the bartender and then guides me to a table for two at the back of the room.

  His sexy charcoal suit clings to his frame in the best way. It’s true what they say, that a well-tailored suit is like lingerie for women. I’m relieved that I didn’t overdress. I had no idea what to wear when I was waiting for time to pass before this date.

  Date.

  Is that what this is? My heart flutters at the thought. I should be so lucky.

  For years Gabriel has been writing books that resonate in my soul. His words come to life in my mind, like a movie made just for me. If this is a date, it will definitely be one I’ll never forget.

  Gabriel pulls out my chair and I slide my hands over my long dress and take a seat.

  “Thank you. You’re such a gentleman,” I run my hand over my shoulder-length, brown hair and smile up at him.

  “I guess I’m a bit old-fashioned,” he shrugs.

  “I think it’s romantic,” I purr. I meet his eyes quickly and bite my lip. I’m not even sure if this is meant to be romantic yet. Way to make it awkward Ally.

  “It’s easy to be romantic when I’m in the company of such a beautiful woman,” he puts my swirling worries to rest and I exhale.

  “Thank you,” I murmur.

  A server brings us our drinks and I can’t help but laugh at Gabriel’s scrunched up nose.

  “Thanks,” he nods at the server then looks across the table at me. “What is this? A fruit cocktail? This is crazy,” he pulls the spear of pineapple wedges and cherries from the side of his Pina Colada and removes the little umbrella.

  “Just try it, it’s really good.” I laugh and take a sip of mine.

  “I’m really more of a rum and coke guy,” he eyes the drink suspiciously. “When in Rome, I guess,” he shrugs and takes a drink. I watch as his furrowed eyebrows relax. “That’s not half bad actually,” he pushes his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose and smiles.

  “See? As usual, I’m right,” I tease him. Over the last year, I’ve had more than one heated exchange with him about an aspect of his story that needed some reworking. He usually got his back up, but in the end, he would edit the book and make the changes only to admit it was the right call later.

  “Yeah, yeah,” he waves his hand playfully.

  “So, what got you into writing romance anyway?” I blurt out the question. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you have a gift, but it’s not the usual career choice for most men,” I continue.

  Gabriel takes another long drink of the Pina Colada and licks his lip. “Well, when I first started, I was really awkward around girls. I always knew what I wanted to say to them in my head, but could never make the words come out, you know?”

  I nod, feeling a bit of that myself.

  “So, I started writing it down. First just the things I wanted to say, but then story ideas bloomed and the next thing I knew I was writing my first book.”

  “I love that,” I meet his eyes and it feels like a jolt of electricity is running up and down my body.

  “It turned out to be perfect in two ways,” he doesn’t take his eyes off of mine. I feel like I couldn’t look away from him if I wanted to, which I don’t. “The first way was it gave me an amazing career that I’m grateful for everyd
ay,” his eyes travel over my face and settle on my lips.

  Does he want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss him?

  “What was the second way?” I whisper.

  “The second was that by writing these books, I finally got the confidence I needed to talk to beautiful women.”

  “Ahhh, well congratulations,” I laugh and roll my eyes.

  “No, I don’t mean it like that. I’m not bragging right now, I’m telling you that I’m so happy it had that effect on me because if it didn’t, I’d never be sitting here talking to someone as stunning as you,” he reaches across the table and laces his fingers through mine.

  I don’t know what to say. I can’t imagine any words that would make this moment any better, so I just enjoy the heat extending from his hand to mine. I savor the moment, giving this point in time its very own wrinkle in my brain, so I can remember it forever.

  Gabriel leans forward and I feel myself being pulled toward him. I watch his lips and bring my mouth closer to his until he is hovering over my face. His lips are just about to cover mine in a kiss and a siren squeals and jars us back into our seats.

  “What is that?” I yell over the noise and cover my ears.

  “I have no idea!”

  “Guests are asked to return to their cabins while crew do a deck by deck search,” the man on the loudspeaker instructs us over the blaring alarm. “Again, please return to your cabins, this is not a drill, there has been a report of smoke inside the ship. Crew members will be doing a deck by deck search. Guests will be notified when the restrictions have been lifted.”

  Gabriel stands up and extends his hand to me. I grasp his fingers and sigh. Of course there’s a fire, or whatever. Of course I couldn’t have my perfect night with the man of my dreams.

  I walk out into the hall and Gabriel and I part to go to our separate cabins. Damn it! Why can’t I ever have my own happily ever after?

  Chapter 4 - Gabriel

  I pace back and forth in my cabin, the room is so tiny, I’m making myself dizzy with how frequently I have to turn. Finally, I plop down at my desk and sigh. I feel like a caged animal waiting for the ‘all-clear’ to be sounded so I can race back to Ally.

  Staring out my porthole window, I let images of the evening flash through my mind like a movie. I relive her beautiful smile. I let my imagination run wild, pretending that we didn’t just almost kiss, but that we had a wild night of toe-curling ecstasy that followed the incredible kiss. Right now, it’s nothing more than a fantasy. No more real than one of my books.

  That gives me an idea.

  I open my laptop and turn it on, my smile growing as I let the fantasy run wild in my mind. I open Word and let my fingertips fly over the keyboard.

  If I can’t spend tonight with Ally, I’ll do the next best thing, I’ll write about it.

  Time passes in a blur as I write about the writer and his sexy beta reader. I relive our meeting earlier today, giving details about how crazy she made my heart beat and how I breathed her in deeply, wishing I could smell her perfume on my pillow later.

  Click-clacking fills my room as I continue the next chapter with us meeting up for drinks. Except, in my version I kiss her. Passionately. Hard. Our tongues thrash together in need like our bodies ache to do.

  I write about how we get a little tipsy and begin to dance. In my story, she grinds against me, purposely getting me worked up like a naughty girl. A naughty girl who has earned a punishment. My fingers type up a sizzling scene in my cabin, where I spank her bare bottom until it’s red with handprints and I fuck her hard until I fill her with my cum.

  I slump back in my chair, somehow feeling better expressing all this pent-up desire in words. When the idea first flickers through my mind, I almost gasp.

  Should I? What would she say? What would she think?

  As my mind questions what will happen, my fingers open my email and attach the story. I type in her address and hold my breath. If I send this to her, there’s no turning back. It’s very clear it’s about her. About us.

  I hover my finger over the mouse and imagine the worst thing that could happen, and then the best.

  Click.

  Best wins every time.

  A whistle blows over the loudspeaker and makes me jump in my seat. I turn and listen to the announcement.

  “Thank you for your patience. The crew have determined that there is no fire or smoke on board. Guests are now free to continue with their activities.”

  I stand up and stretch, I wonder if she’s read the story yet. I wonder what she thinks of it.

  There’s only one way to find out. Before I let myself overanalyze it to death, I head out of my cabin and down the hall.

  Chapter 5 - Ally

  I’m breathing hard and my whole body is engulfed in heat. I don’t need some nosy stranger to tell me that they think I’m having a stroke. After reading that sex scene between me and Gabriel, I might seriously have one.

  I heard the all clear as I started reading his story, but there was no way I was peeling myself off the seat at that point. Stop reading a hot erotica story by my favorite romance writer, about us? Not gonna happen. Damn, even if they would’ve announced that the ship was going down, Titanic style, I would’ve needed to finish reading first.

  I take off my glasses and close my eyes, remembering his words. My pussy clenches as I think about that smoking hot scene I just read. I think it might be time to dig Bob out of my luggage. Gabriel’s words alone practically made me cum.

  I make my way over to my suitcase and start unzipping it. Normally I’d say a hot story and a good vibrator are all a girl needs. However, after reading that story, I don’t know if I’ll ever be satisfied with anything less than his touch now.

  Of course, you don’t know if you don’t try. I lift my favorite vibrator in my hand.

  Thud, thud, thud!

  The knock at the door startles me and I drop Bob back into my luggage. I quickly answer the door and freeze in place when I see him on the other side.

  That look in his eyes tells me more than words ever could. He wants me just as bad as I want him.

  “Come in,” I stand back and let him pass through the door frame into my room.

  “I, uh,” he darts his eyes over to my computer. He looks nervous. “I was wondering if you got my email.”

  “I did,” I step closer, looking up at him from under my eyelashes.

  Gabriel wraps his arms around me and looks down at my lips. This time, he doesn’t waste any time kissing me. His lips cover mine in a sweet, tantalizing kiss that makes my ears buzz and my head spin.

  That was every bit as amazing as I imagined it could be.

  “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever read,” I tell him honestly, my voice is thick with desire. “There’s only one part that I didn’t think sounded like me,” I grind my hips against him.

  “Oh, what was that,” he smiles down at me.

  “Me grinding and dancing on you out on the dance floor. I’m more private than that,” I flip around in his arms and rub my ass against his hardening cock. “If I was going to do that, I’d tease you like this instead,” I twist against him and he grabs me by the arms, pulling me tight to his frame.

  “You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He growls in my ear. He doesn’t wait for me to answer, he leads me over to my bedside and sits on the edge. “Pull your dress up,” he demands.

  I bite my lip and feel my nipples turn to diamonds. I can’t believe how wet he’s making me without laying a single hand on me. I slowly tug my dress up from my ankles, dragging the fabric up over my knees and then my thighs, until I have it balled up around my waist.

  Lie over my knee and look down at the floor,” his voice is steady and stern. A chill runs down my spine as I obey. I slide over his legs, enjoying feeling his hard cock press into me. I squirm against him, teasing him.

  Smack!

  My eyes widen at the unexpected sharp snap of his hard palm against my soft ass.

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sp; “That’s for being a bad girl and wiggling around. I told you to look at the floor, now stay still and do as you’re told,” his voice is gravelly and rough.

  I can feel my sex grow slick with desire while I do as he instructs. I always wondered if it would feel silly to lie over a man’s lap and have my ass spanked like Gabriel has described in many sex scenes.

  It doesn’t.

  It’s the furthest thing from silly.

  It’s fucking hot.

  Gabriel’s fingers slide up under the edge of my underwear and I shiver with anticipation as he slowly pulls them over my ass. He rubs his hand over my flesh, as if he’s admiring each cheek, then slides his fingers over my round ass and down between my thighs. He softly caresses my pussy and parts my lips with his fingertip.

  “You’re very wet,” he muses. “Does this turn you on?”

  I nod. “I was turned on when I read it, this is driving me crazy,” I confess quietly.

  Smack!

  Another firm slap to my ass, this time harder than the last. “A simple yes or no will do, Ally,” he rubs his hand over my plump cheek, still stinging from his punishment.

  “Yes,” I answer.

  “Good girl. Now do you know why I’m going to spank you, Ally?”

  “Yes, for teasing you,” I answer.

  Smack! Smack!

  His broad hand claps against my ass without restraint. “I told you it’s yes or no.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good,” I can almost hear the smile in his voice. Of course, I can’t see it, I’m looking at the floor like he told me to.

  Gabriel’s hand rains down against my ass, his spanking is swift and hard. I try not to squirm away from the burning sensation spreading over my skin. I try not squirm from the equally overwhelming sensation blooming between my thighs.

  He finally stops and helps me off of his lap. I slide to my knees in front him, resting back on my haunches and my bottom burns from where he spanked me.

  Gabriel helps me undo his pants and free his cock in front of my mouth. It’s every bit as thick and long as I imagined. I take him in my mouth eagerly, watching his face as I suck his dick.