Timber

by Frankie Love

  “Fuck, maybe I’m just a selfish prick, but why the hell not try it on for size?” Jaxon asks. “We have an hour. Take this hour and do what you want. No questions asked. Then when you go back to your weird-ass life with Luke or whatever, at least you’ll remember what it felt like to—”

  I cut him off, defensive. “I’ll remember what it felt like to be alive.” I look back up at him, feeling greedy and selfish, feelings I’m not used to at all.

  Feelings that are spreading warmth throughout my body.

  Can I really do this? Take what I want right now?

  “You sure you’re all right with me taking what I want, Jaxon? Because it pretty much involves your complete package.”

  “Oh honey, I’ll give you my package.”

  The first smile I’ve had all day spreads across my face. “Your turn. I’ve already shown you mine.”

  I pull my hair back, standing before Jaxon completely naked, ready to take what I want.

  Him.

  Chapter 8

  JAX

  This woman is too good for me.

  I don’t say that because I don’t deserve to have a nice piece of ass give me a morning delight—but, fuck, Harper is just so damn pure.

  She’s almost too soft, too delicate to look at.

  To take.

  Sunlight from the window falls across her creamy skin and she looks like some goddess, her perfect tits perky and present, her shoulders narrow. Her body fit so perfectly against mine, but I think a person like Harper would fit against anyone. She would make anyone better by just standing next to them.

  Her skin is completely unmarked—no scars, no stretch marks, no imperfections.

  But God, this girl is scared. You can see it in her eyes—and, yeah, I joked about giving her my complete package and her taking what she wants, but I’m not a prick. I’m not interested in fucking a woman who is going to regret it.

  And looking at Harper, her eyes swollen and her face streaked in tears, all I can think is that she must feel like a fallen angel.

  But she has a long fucking way to go to lose her grace.

  “I don’t want you to regret being with me,” I say.

  I’d say something is wrong with me, because I’ve never spoken words like this in my life, but I know as a man it’s the right fucking thing to do.

  “You don’t want me now?” she asks, blinking in confusion.

  “Oh, honey, I want you. I just don’t want you to go home and feel like you have to confess for the way I fucked you this morning. I don’t want to be the reason your family disowns you.”

  “My family won’t disown me,” she says quickly. “I mean, I don’t think.”

  “So you want this?” I ask.

  “I do, Jaxon. I really, really do.” Desire drips from her lips, and I don’t need to be asked a third time to fuck anybody.

  Especially not someone like her.

  After ripping off my flannel, I unbutton my pants, slip them off. I don’t have any boxers on and my cock springs up at attention.

  “How do you want me to fuck you, honey? I know you must have been dreaming of it all night long,” I say.

  “I want you to take me to your loft.”

  I look over at the ladder, and smile. “Sure, but the ceiling is low up there, that gonna be okay?”

  “That’s fine,” she says, another smile spreading across her luscious lips. “Because I kind of want to sit on you. That’s a way to have sex, right?”

  “Yeah, it is, and then you can sit on my fucking face.”

  She looks confused, and instead of explaining I pull her close to me and smack her round little ass. Cupping her breast with one hand I put my mouth to her firm nipple and suck it hard.

  Licking her tits, I just want to massage them all fucking day long. I press my face in them and inhale the scent of her milky womanhood. My cock grows stiff with desire and I imagine her titty-fucking me soon enough.

  I run my thumb over her lips, and then bring my mouth to hers. I kiss her hard, our tongues entwined as I make love to her mouth.

  She’s already moaning in pleasure, and I grab hold of her ass cheeks and lift her up. Her legs effortlessly wrap around me and her arms circle my neck.

  “I’m so wet down there,” she whispers, and her voice tickles my ear, causing a wave of pleasure to ripple over me.

  I don’t know if it’s her talking about her wetness, or my wood already throbbing with readiness, but I carry her to the ladder and tell her to climb.

  I want to be under her as she climbs those rungs. my face right under her pussy as she makes her way up to the loft. I can’t help but run my hand between her thighs as she steps; she giggles softly, and my cabin has never been filled with such a sweet motherfucking sound.

  She’s as wet as she promised.

  She climbs higher and her ass is in my face. I press my face to her cheeks, a hand wraps around her waist, and I kiss her perfect ass.

  As she climbs higher I see her wetness drip down her leg, and I can’t help but slide my tongue up the length of her, wanting her to take the final step to the loft so I can push her on the mattress, open her folds, and begin sucking on her juicy pussy.

  “Jaxon,” she moans, crawling over to the mattress, and I trail her. “I want to touch you again.”

  “Of course, honey, I’m all yours.” My cock is so hungry for her; I’m so hard and thick, ready for her to take me.

  I lie on the bed and grin as she straddles me, my cock in front of her.

  “Don’t say it’s fucking pretty this time,” I tell her.

  “But it is, Jaxon,” she moans, licking her lips. Her nipples are so hard, I can’t help but reach up and thumb them gently.

  She holds my cock in her hand, then says, “Do I just, like, sit on it?”

  I suppress a smile, loving the question, the innocence, the desire to learn.

  Oh, I’ll teach her.

  “How about first you suck my cock,” I say. “I know you’re wet, but I want to get you nice and ready.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Turn around.”

  She leans her head to the side in question, but obediently turns, so her little ass is right in my face again. Like I want it. Like I need it. Her little pussy is ready to be worked.

  “Now lean over, and suck me hard,” I tell her. I grab her ass and pull her closer, wanting her to sit right on my face so I can lick every inch of her.

  “Oh, oh my gosh, Jaxon, is this … okay to do?” she asks as I hold her thighs, burying my face in her folds, just like I wanted.

  “Oh, honey, trust me.”

  She leans over and my cock is instantly covered with the warmth of her mouth, her lips covering my hard rod, and she begins bobbing up and down. Oh, yeah, this is what I wanted to wake up to.

  Not that fucker, Luke.

  Knowing I’m the one with Harper on my face, not him, I’m anxious to make her scream so loud he hears. I want him to know that I can make her come, make her squirt.

  I run my tongue over her slit, up and down, nice and slow, and I immediately taste the juice seeping from her pussy.

  Oh, this girl likes a good licking. I dip my tongue in her opening, nice and deep, and she writhes above me; her sucking on my cock slows and she finds a pace we can both work with.

  She bobs up and down on my cock as I flick back and forth against her pussy walls. Her clit is a nice round bulb that I want to run my mouth over all day.

  But I have less than an hour, so I’ll make the best of it.

  I push her ass up a bit, my beard covered in her juice, just like I wanted. I want to get my hand inside her, finger fuck her hard, because I know she’s never had that, never had fingers rubbing her clit nice and fast until she screams.

  Oh, fuck, I want her to fucking blow.

  She needs to. This honey pot hasn’t been licked for twenty-one years. It’s time.

  Her cock sucking slows as she realizes that I am pressing a finger in her tightness.
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br />   “Is that your hand?” she asks.

  “Just a finger. You can’t handle a hand.”

  “Some women can?” she asks in awe.

  I can’t see her face, and I wish I could. I want to see her wide eyes full of wonder.

  “Some women like a good fisting, but not you, Harper, not yet. Right now, I’m gonna go nice and slow, until you come all over me.”

  I love having her thighs around my face, her nice pink pussy right above me. I press two fingers in her, and move fast, up and down, faster and faster, and then use my other hand to rub in circles right at her opening until she’s pouring all over my face.

  This girl is a fucking waterfall, gushing with her pussy juice in a way I never get, because most women are too dried up for this kind of finger fuck.

  But Harper is so tender, new. Untouched.

  But she has been now—her back is arched, her moans increasing, louder and louder as she nears orgasm.

  “Oh, Jaxon,” she screams, as she moves to all fours.

  I sit up, my fingers still inside her, pounding her pussy walls as she climaxes around them, tightening as she’s overcome with ecstasy.

  I motherfucking got her off and I know she loved every last lick, every single flick. She fucking loved me touching her, and now she’s gonna take my cock.

  HARPER

  My body is covered in sweat, my insides wrecked in the most perfect way possible.

  How am I ever going to go back to real life?

  I still have a few minutes … I hope.

  “Do we have time?” I ask.

  Jaxon’s cock is still standing at attention. I loved having him in my mouth again, loved the way his thickness filled me, nearly taking my breath away. I took him deep in my throat, as deep as he could go, and still there was more of him. His cock was so big, so perfect.

  I want him to fill my other opening now.

  “We don’t have much time, a few minutes,” Jax says. “So I’m going to tell you what we’re gonna do.”

  “What?” I ask, turning to face him, both of us sitting on our knees. The low wood-paneled ceiling slopes above us, and this small loft feels like a private oasis. Ours. And I know that’s silly, I know this is a dream that is ending soon, and that when Luke drives me back home it will end in a nightmare—but right now I don’t want to wake up.

  Right now I want to stay in this fantasy with Jaxon, the fantasy that he has somehow brought to life. This bearded mountain man seems to know exactly what I need and has been willing to give it to me.

  I must be greedy to take so freely.

  “You’re going to sit on my cock, just like you wanted.”

  Jason leans back on the pillows of his bed, his glorious cock standing so tall. I smile, completely undone by him.

  “So I just kind of … sit on it?”

  “Yeah, honey, but nice and slow.”

  Jax holds my waist with both hands, and as I lean up, to try and position myself over him, I can’t help but feel amazed that I am still here, having sex, with him. This gorgeous man with arms covered in tattoos, arms so ripped with muscles, and eyes that sear into mine.

  And in this singular moment, he is mine. All mine.

  He lowers me onto his cock. I hold the base of it as he settles me down.

  “Oh, wow, that is so … full,” I say, not able to sit down on him. It’s so massive and hard, and I can feel it stretch my tight pussy. I lean over his chest as I ease him into me. I’m still so wet and willing that my body eases any discomfort by lubricating his cock with my own juices.

  “Oh, yeah, just move up and down, nice and slow,” he says to me, his hands on my hips as I swivel around, completely filled with him. I can’t help but moan as I fully relax into him.

  “I feel like I’m going to orgasm just by sitting on you, Jaxon,” I tell him honestly. But Jax moves my hips around, and I give in to the motion; the moment I do, I feel the way his cock hits my walls in a way his hand never could.

  I feel my wetness pour out again as he rubs at my opening with his finger, nice and slow, in a circular motion.

  “Oh, Harp,” he says, his eyes closing in enjoyment. “That feels so fucking good.’

  His encouragement excites me; I can’t help but begin to move faster and, as I do, everything within me begins mounting in pleasure, building higher and higher as his cock rubs nice and good inside me.

  He holds my tits in place, massaging them, and I love having his hands all over me, caressing me. I smile, loving the way my body brings him more pleasure. I want to pleasure Jax forever.

  “I’m gonna come,” he says, pulling me down, to his chest, as I continue to ride him. He cups my face in his hands and our eyes are locked.

  In a make-believe world, in a world where I could actually do what I wanted, with whom I wanted, I would love to indulge in this fantasy. In my fantasy world, Jaxon wouldn’t let me go after this morning—he would insist I stay, insist I stay in this very bed.

  But real life isn’t like that.

  In real life, Jaxon is a sketchy guy, a guy who sees everything in a different way than I do, or my family does. In real life, Jaxon and I shared one night together, and it was never intended for more.

  And as he looks in my eyes, his bulging cock filling me to my core, I know we come from two different worlds. Worlds where neither of us really fits anywhere besides the place we call home.

  Still, he looks at me as we’re both overcome, moaning in pleasure as we orgasm in unison. My eyes fill with tears at the release, at the immense relief his cock delivered.

  It was the best sex of my life.

  Which, okay, it was also the second sex of my life, but oh, my heart—it was more than I ever imagined sex could be.

  How can anyone preach against something that feels so good? So right, so natural?

  I get off Jaxon, my heart racing, and fight to catch my breath. I fall to his side, his arm folding around me.

  “No more tears,” he asks.

  “No tears,” I say, wiping mine away.

  “You gonna be okay, really?” he asks.

  “What if I said no?” I ask, loving the way his fingers wrap around my long strands of hair.

  “I’d say you should move out of your parents’ motherfucking house and start living your own life,” Jaxon says.

  “Seems impossible,” I tell him. And it would be. At home I have no money, a wedding dress hanging in my closet for a wedding that I’m not having, and siblings who need a role model. I can’t just walk away from my life.

  People don’t do that unless they have a really good reason. And still, people don’t just walk away from their lives. That would be too easy. And my father taught me anything good in life is worth fighting for.

  I can fight for my life, work to pick up the pieces I chose to break, even if it’s going to be the hardest thing I have ever faced.

  Chapter 9

  JAX

  Luke comes back as promised. Harper has dressed, washed her face again. She says she’s scared she’ll smell like sex, and I try to be courteous and helpful. I make her toast and a cup of coffee to go.

  I know, quite a stretch for a notorious asshole like me.

  The thing is, Harper is different and I very well know it. I slept with a virgin—a nice, sweet, fucking goddess of a virgin—and I want her leaving my cabin feeling like her first time was better than she expected.

  So I put butter and honey on her toast, and cream in her coffee, and make sure she is no longer crying.

  I don’t speak to Luke. What the fuck would I say? I fucked your ex-fiancée, and it was the best sex of my life—oh, also, her pussy tastes like the honey on that motherfucking piece of toast and she’s pretty much ruined me as far as fucking is concerned?

  I don’t think that would fly with Harper.

  “Thank you, Jaxon,” she says, as Luke knocks on the door. “For not laughing at me or saying I was bad at it, even if I was.”

  I smirk. “Honey, I doubt there is a sing
le thing you are bad at.”

  She shrugs modestly. “So, good-bye then?”

  “You know where I am if you want to get stuck in the snow again.”

  “Bye, Jaxon,” she says, as she pulls open the door, revealing a pissed-looking Luke. Surprise.

  “Bye, Harper.” I stand in my doorway watching her go

  Watching her walk away.

  She crosses the snow, and I stay put until she and Luke are gone from my line of sight.

  As I move to shut the door, a deer runs across the snow, deeper into the woods. And I can’t help but feel like it’s gonna be a fucking long winter out here all alone.

  HARPER

  The car ride is torture. Luke lectures me for three hours. I don’t cry, not once.

  I don’t know how to feel.

  I can’t feel bad for doing what I did with Jaxon. Our brief time together taught me one of the most important lesson of my life. A lesson that didn’t come from the pulpit or a leather-bound Bible.

  Sleeping with Jaxon taught me that being alive is a wild and precious gift I can give myself.

  But I can never say that to my parents. How would I explain the ecstasy I felt sitting atop Jaxon’s cock, that it made me feel holy and fulfilled? How could I explain that falling asleep in front of his fireplace, on that bearskin rug, made me content in a way I’ve never been in my life?

  Those are things I will never tell a soul.

  Those are memories I have to seal tight in my heart. I don’t want to forget, but I know only pain will come from remembering.

  As we pull up to my parents’ driveway, I can’t help but ask the question that I need to have answered.

  “Why did you come looking for me, when you’re the one who ended our engagement?”

  Luke puts the car in Park and turns to look at me. He hasn’t calmed down since we left Jaxon’s house, and I haven’t tried to talk him down. What would I even say?

  “Harper, I left our engagement because God told me to. God also prompted me to try and find you when your parents called. I care about you, we have a lot of history together—and, even if you are unclean now, at least you are home and can find your way back into the fold.”