Jacked - The Complete Series Box Set (A Lumberjack Neighbor Romance)

by Claire Adams

  “You ever kill anyone?”

  “No, but I came close.”

  “What happened?”

  “I almost beat a man to death.”

  “You did?”

  “I sure did. Probably would have if the sheriff hadn’t shown up.”

  “Who was it?”

  “Marie’s ex-husband. He was a violent drunk, and he’d been controlling and abusive toward her when they were married, hence why they were no longer married. But a person like that doesn’t like to relinquish control, and he’d come over one night and tried get her to go back home with him. I was down at the barn but came up to the house because I heard some commotion. He was trying to drag her down the porch steps by her hair.” Garrett shook his head. “I about beat his head into a bloody pulp. So, I understand how it is a person like yourself could do what you did. You’re not violent by nature. You’re not mean-spirited. You don’t go out looking to pick a fight. But things happen sometimes, beyond our control, we find ourselves in situations that we didn’t plan on. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, or that you don’t deserve a second chance.”

  Marie came back, carrying two small plates with slices of peach pie and whipped cream. She set one plate down in front of me and the other in front of Garrett, her gaze going from him to me, then back again.

  “The air feels mighty thick in here,” she said. “What are you two talking about?”

  “Nothing,” Garrett said, picking up his fork. “Just telling Ollie here that just about everyone deserves a second chance.”

  She nodded emphatically. “Please don’t listen to Jacob and Keith,” she said. “They’ve always had a hard time getting used to a new idea that wasn’t their own, and they’ve never adapted well to change. But Garrett and I both know how much you love this ranch and how well it would do if you decide you want to run it for us. We have all the confidence in the world in you.”

  And it felt sincere, like this wasn’t just something they were saying to be kind. Obviously not, if they were really serious about letting me take over the ranch for them some day. That was a big deal, and even with the two of them sitting there telling me straight to my face they wanted me to do it, it was still hard to believe.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Wren

  For the first time, I found myself at work, eager to not be there. I was going back over to the ranch once we were done here for the day, and I was going to try riding Sweetpea again. I was sort of looking forward to that, but mostly I was looking forward to seeing Ollie.

  The rush from lunch had just slowed down when Paula Kelly walked in. She was wearing her usual zany outfit, this time, a bright floral skirt that looked like she had made it herself, with a sleeveless hot pink blouse. She didn’t come in often, but you could always expect her to be wearing some eye-catching, eccentric sort of outfit.

  She made her way over to the counter and sat down. “Hi there, Paula,” I said. “Let me just get this order out, and I’ll get you some coffee.” I carried the three plates I had over to the corner table and served them to the three people on vacation from Seattle. “Let me know if you need anything else,” I said as they tucked in to their meals.

  “How’ve you been?” I asked Paula. She was someone I’d always found interesting; she generally kept to herself whenever she came into the restaurant, and she didn’t come in often enough for me to think of her as a regular, but she had been coming by once every couple of months for years now.

  “Can’t complain,” she said as I poured her coffee. “Well, actually, I can. I’m looking for someone. Was thinking maybe someone down here could help me out. I don’t have his phone number. Actually, I don’t even know if he has a phone.”

  “Who are you looking for?”

  “His name’s Ollie.” She let out a cackle. “Same as this place here. Funny, isn’t it? We came here once, and I said that to him: Isn’t it funny you and this place got the same name?”

  I tried to keep my face neutral. “Oh,” I said. “Yeah, I know him. Oliver, Ollie. It is funny, isn’t it? Ollie’s a good name though. For a restaurant or a guy.”

  “Or a skateboard trick,” she said.

  “Huh?”

  “A skateboard trick. I was watching this show on TV last night, and someone was riding a skateboard, and they did this jump thing and it was called an ollie. And that got me to thinking about the other Ollie, and how I hadn’t seen him. He’s supposed to check in on me, you know.”

  No, I did not know that. “Oh, really?”

  “Yeah. Except it’s been a while since I last saw him, so now here I am, coming out and looking for him, like it’s the other way around. Funny how that happens.”

  “Interesting,” I said. “Well, I actually do happen to know who you’re talking about.”

  She raised an eyebrow as she took a sip of her coffee. “Do you now?”

  “Yeah. He comes in here sometimes.”

  “I was thinking I might even run into him.”

  “Would you like me to pass a message along?”

  Paula put down her coffee cup. “You know him that good, do ya? Know that you’re going to be seeing him again?”

  I decided not to mention that I’d be heading over there in less than an hour. “Uh… well… I see a lot of people here. And I’m here all the time.”

  “Not all the time. You weren’t here that one day I came here with him.”

  “No, I guess I wasn’t. I probably would have remembered that.”

  “Yes, well, you just be sure to remember to tell him that I’m looking for him.” She shot me a look that said she didn’t really have that much faith in that happening.

  When I got to the ranch later, I found Ollie down at the barn, grooming Sweetpea. He handed me one of the brushes, and I started brushing her other side.

  “I ran into a friend of yours this afternoon,” I said.

  “I have a friend?”

  “Apparently. Paula Kelly?”

  There was a moment of silence, and I couldn’t see his expression because he was on the other side of the horse.

  “Oh. Yeah, I’m supposed to look in on Paula every once in a while. Guess I need to do that pretty soon.”

  “She mentioned something about that. She made it sound like she was a house plant or a pet or something, that needed checking.”

  “It’s kind of like that,” Ollie said. “I knew her husband. He’s in prison, too. Was there when I got in, and he’ll be there probably for the rest of his life.”

  “Whoa.” I stopped brushing Sweetpea and went around to her other side so I could see Ollie. “Really?”

  “He killed two kids. Well, two teenagers. They were breaking into his truck.”

  “How did I not know this?”

  He shrugged. “I’m not sure. It happened a while ago, though. And it’s probably not something that Paula’s too keen on talking about. You know, same as me not wanting to go around discussing what I did with everybody I happen to come across.”

  But that’s different, I thought. Unless Paula’s husband had come across two kids trying to sexually assault someone?

  “He shot them in the back,” Ollie said, as though he could read my mind. “He beat the shit out of them and then shot them in the back as they were trying to escape, which is why he’ll likely never get out. He should have just let them go. But that’s like saying I should have stopped hitting Isaac Wentworth, or not even hit him in the first place.”

  Ollie had stopped brushing Sweetpea too and had a faraway expression on his face, as though he were re-living that moment, replaying what things might have been like if he had stopped hitting him, or maybe if he’d just kept walking to his truck and didn’t even bother to intervene.

  “I know he had a twin brother,” Ollie said. “Elijah. I went to high school with the both of them, but we were never friends. Still, I saw them on a regular basis. I’ve thought about trying to get in touch with him, to tell him I was sorry, but… I never have.”


  “Yeah,” I said. “He moved away, to California, or maybe Oregon, I think.”

  “I don’t think he’d want to hear from me, which is part of the reason why I haven’t bothered. It’d make me feel better to apologize, but it probably wouldn’t do anything for him, so I haven’t pursued it.”

  I had wondered about the twin brother, too. Had they been close? Had losing Isaac been like losing a limb or something?

  “Were he and his brother close?” I asked.

  Ollie nodded. “It seemed like it. There was this group of them in school, they pretty much kept to themselves. They were kind of the alternative kids. The ‘alterna-teens’ some of the kids called them, making fun of them. I never did, but I never stopped the other kids who used to, either. I’ve thought about that, though. How it must’ve been for the twin brother. The whole situation just sucked. For everyone.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “It really did.”

  I did better the second time around; I even managed to coax Sweetpea into a jog, during which I gripped the saddle horn for dear life but managed to stay on. I’d felt good, exhilarated, even, and when I jumped down, I asked Ollie if he wanted to come over to my place later when he was done with the evening chores. To my surprise, he said yes.

  I’d planned on making a dinner, but I got sidetracked trying to get the place cleaned up. When he knocked on the door, I was fighting to get the vacuum to release the corner of rug it had just sucked up.

  “Oh, hey,” I said. “Just give me a minute—”

  “I hope you’re not doing this on my behalf,” he said. He nodded at the vacuum. “Taking part in mortal combat with household appliances, I mean.” He switched the vacuum off, and I was able to pull the rug out easily.

  “Gee,” I said. “Why didn’t I think of that? Obviously, I don’t use the thing too often.”

  I threw the vacuum down and stood up. He looked so good standing there, in his dark jeans, cowboy boots, and light gray work shirt, unbuttoned at the collar. I walked right over to him and pulled his face down to mine, starting to kiss him.

  “I don’t think I can do this,” he said after a few seconds. “It’s not because I don’t want to.”

  We had stopped kissing, but he didn’t pull away completely; we were still close enough that the tips of our noses were touching.

  “We don’t have to,” I said. “We can stop.”

  “I don’t want to,” he said again. “But… maybe we should.”

  I nodded, and I would have stopped, except he didn’t move his face away from mine; he kept it there, so close that I could feel his breath, feel the heat radiating off of his skin. I pressed my lips against his again, gently, telling myself that if he pulled away again, I would get up, I would stop. But he didn’t pull away. I felt him kiss me back, tentatively, as though he couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

  I ran my tongue along his bottom lip and opened my eyes, just a little. His own eyes were closed, lashes dark against his skin. I slipped my hands underneath his shirt and ran my fingertips over the dense muscles and smooth skin. I felt his hands, first on my shoulders, then running down my arms, then back up again. His hands were warm and dry, his fingers assured as they pressed gently against my skin. We kept kissing, and then I pulled back for a second so I could take my shirt off.

  “Follow me,” I said, leading him into my bedroom.

  As we walked, I reached around and unhooked my bra, then shimmied out of the yoga pants I’d put on. I turned to face him and watched his face, the way his eyes widened ever so slightly.

  “Let’s get that shirt off of you,” I said. “And the rest of the stuff, too.”

  His fingers fumbled with the buttons, so I helped. His arms were covered in tattoos, but his torso was smooth, a perfect plane of long, lean muscles. I ran my fingertips across his abdomen and felt the muscles tense under my touch. His hands were on my shoulders, but started to move down slowly toward my breasts. I kissed him, and this time he returned the kiss with force. His hands massaged my breasts in a quietly assured way, as though he knew what he was doing felt good.

  His cock was hard and pressed against me, clamoring for attention. I licked the palm of my hand and then wrapped it around his cock. I slid it up and down over and over, felt him get bigger and harder, and then I let go and reached down, cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze. He groaned softly against my ear, and I nudged him back onto the bed.

  I was on birth control, and I’d just been tested for STDs last month and gotten a clean bill of health. I would have told him that if he asked, but he didn’t, and I lowered my hips slowly onto him, one hand on his chest to help keep my balance.

  He inhaled sharply as his cock slid all the way in, and his eyes squeezed shut. I sat there for a moment, enjoying how he felt inside of me, rocking my hips a little, but not really moving. I, too, let my eyes fall closed and breathed slowly, feeling the way he fit perfectly inside of me. It didn’t always feel like this. Sex mostly always felt good, but some guys felt better than others.

  I began to move, at first just swinging my pelvis back and forth, then side to side. Some people say the G-spot’s a myth, but that’s just because they’ve never been able to find it before. When I moved my hips back, the head of his cock hit it just in the right spot, and if I squeezed my pelvic floor muscles right as it happened, the most incredible feeling radiated through my entire body. It was a tingling electricity, a current that could only be activated by a particular movement, in a particular place.

  Ollie’s eyes flew open. “What was that?” he asked. “What’s that thing you’re doing?”

  I continued to rock and squeeze and let myself be carried away on that current of pleasure. “Oh, just exercising my pelvic floor muscles,” I said. “Also known as Kegels.”

  “Whatever it is, don’t stop. I think that might be the best feeling I’ve ever felt.”

  I smiled. “You feel pretty good yourself, there.”

  And so I kept moving my hips and getting his cock pressed right up against that spot inside of me, squeezing my muscles around him. Suddenly, though, he grabbed my hips.

  “Whoa,” he said. “Slow down. No, stop. Just, hold still. Right there. Don’t move.”

  He took several deep breaths, trying to regain control before he reached that point of no return. I held perfectly still, knowing that even the slightest movement at this point could send him over the edge.

  After almost a minute, he exhaled loudly and then used his hands, which he’d kept on my hips, to get me moving again. I went slowly at first, thinking that maybe I’d torture him—just a little—but it just started to feel too good. And the faster I went, the better it felt, this feeling that seemed to originate from my very core and then expand outward. It was as if my whole body was turning to warm honey, melting into him. His grip tightened on my hips, his jaw clenched, little moaning sounds escaped from both of our mouths. My whole body tensed, and my muscles clenched around him as we both came—the first time I had ever simultaneously climaxed with someone.

  We lay there for a while. I was starting to drift off to sleep when I felt him moving next to me. I opened my eyes all the way.

  “I’d love to stay,” he said, “but I’ve got to be up real early tomorrow morning to have the horses ready and everything.”

  “I understand,” I said, though I was feeling, for probably the first time, disappointed that a guy wasn’t going to stay longer.

  “Trust me—I’d be more than happy to just stay in this bed until the sun rises and then do that all over again.” He pushed himself up, and I watched, transfixed at the smooth muscles in his torso.

  We kissed again before he left, and I walked him to the door, where I stood and watched until he drove away. After he left, I didn’t think I’d be able to fall asleep for a while, but I felt drowsy and went back to bed, snuggling up with the pillow his head had just been lying on. What the hell was wrong with me? I was usually more than happy to have my own bed all to myself, but I fe
lt an intense longing for him, despite the fact he hadn’t been gone even half an hour yet. I yawned, and hugged the pillow close as I fell asleep.

  It’s the same guy with the blurred-out face and I the fear flares inside of me as he approaches. There’s nowhere to run, and I know that even if there was, I wouldn’t be able to outrun him. Still, I tell him to stop, to stay away. He’s about twenty feet away, and then all of a sudden, he’s right there in front of me, as though he were able to move at super speed. His hands are around my neck, and that same feeling of helplessness washes over me.

  But I still try to move, and to my surprise, it works. My hands actually grab his wrists, and though I can’t get them to budge, my fingernails dig into his flesh. I lash out with my leg, catching him right in the groin, one of the few areas of the body that you can’t condition, and therefore, are always vulnerable to attack. He doubles over instantly, releasing my neck and falling back. I stand over him, knowing how easy it would be to just stomp on his face. Before I can do anything, though, the blur that was covering his face envelopes his entire body and then he disappears. Gone, like he was an image on a screen that someone just turned off.

  I woke up still curled up with the pillow. Someone was knocking at the door.

  I pushed the sheet back and slipped out of bed, pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants, the dream lingering with me as I walked out of the bedroom.

  “Just a second,” I said as I went down the hallway.

  It was Allison, carrying a carafe of coffee.

  “I’m coming in,” she said. In she came, and she set the coffee down on the table and got two mugs from the cupboard. “Nigel took the kids to their swimming lessons, so I’ve got the morning free. Well, I’m supposed to be cleaning the refrigerator out, but that can wait. I’d honestly rather pluck my eyebrows out with tweezers than deal with that refrigerator.”