Lumber Jacked

by Jessa James

  I didn’t care, though. She was about to crash her damn plane and I already knew I’d do anything I had to to save her. Even jump into the freezing water cold lake and pull her ass out of that damn plane.

  As I hauled my body full-speed towards the dock, I watched as she pulled the nose of her plane up at the last possible second.

  Calm down, Top Gun, I thought, even as I felt a swell of appreciation in my chest. The butt of the plane smacked hard enough for me to hear it from where I stood, still hundreds of feet away.

  That had to hurt, I thought as I picked up the pace. Anger surged, pissed off that she’d hop in her plane in a storm like this. My stupid delivery wasn’t worth her life.

  But she’s a total badass, came a voice from the back of my brain, as I pushed my legs to go faster. I suddenly felt stupid about my “incoming heroics”; Anna didn’t need me. She could handle this shit all by herself. My cock jumped at the thought, but I kept sprinting. She coasted rather roughly into the dock just as I got to the steps. I leapt down them in my hurry to get to her and nearly slipped off the dock for my efforts. I ran up to her door, ripped it open, grabbed her by both arms and roared, “What the hell were you thinking? You could have died!”

  She was pale, paler than I’d ever seen her, and her pupils were dilated to near-black. She breathed in a rapid, disjointed rhythm, clearly affected by the rough landing and storm. I loosened my grip on her arms and lifted my hands to the side of her face, to her neck, the only bit of skin I could reach, and stroked her cold, clammy skin. The rain whipped around me and blasted its way into the cockpit. In seconds, Anna was soaked through. But touching her brought me back to my center and I lifted her face to look up at me, focused on ignoring her full, ripe lips.

  “Are you okay? Anna?”

  She blinked, slowly, as if in a daze before her eyes grew sharp and filled with fire. “What the hell, Jack? You’re soaking the cockpit. My damn console is drenched! Get the hell out of my way.” She undid her harness and leapt down from her seat, slammed the cockpit shut, and moved to the rear of the plane. She was drenched in an instant.

  Ignoring the weather, she checked the floaters, probably for damage, and then moved to the anchor, which had wrapped itself around one of the floaters. She struggled for a few seconds and nearly fell into the water before I picked her up with barely any effort and moved her aside. Anna called me something rather colorful, but I pretended not to hear her over the wind. In one swift motion, I untangled the chain and watched the anchor drop into the water.

  I turned to her and saw she had opened the cargo hold to pull out coolers.

  She’s still trying to deliver my damn groceries!

  I moved to jerk her away from the plane. “Get your ass inside, you idiot! In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a wicked storm and you’re soaked. Let’s move!” I was inches away from her face as I shouted and I saw her chin jut out in defiance.

  “I’m here to deliver your shit, Jack! I’m not letting it all spoil because of some bad weather.” She angled around me to reach for the cooler but I blocked her. I shoved the cargo hold shut, twisted the handle to secure the door, and turned back to her.

  She was spitting mad, her strawberry blonde hair plastered over her cheeks and forehead. My cock thumped in my soaked jeans and, knowing she’d stand out here in the storm and argue all day, I leaned down, put my shoulder into her belly and tossed her up and over my shoulder.

  “Put me down!” she shrieked at me as she tried to wiggle free.

  I didn’t listen to her protests, just picked up my pace as I hurried toward the house. Her ass bounced next to my face and I could feel her tits as they rubbed against the wet fabric on my back. My dick got harder and I jogged faster. I’d wanted her in my house. I’d fantasized for a long time about getting her inside, stripping her out of her clothes, and…

  This wasn’t exactly what I’d had in mind.

  I got into the house and threw Anna rather ungracefully onto the couch before heading out to get the two coolers full of food I knew were for me. No telling how long we might be stuck here, and I didn’t want to risk even that small amount of food rotting.

  When I had everything put away, I returned to find her huddled on the coach, white as a sheet. Her legs were tucked up under her and she was staring into space. I turned to the fireplace and, despite it being August, gathered up wood to start a fire. We were both soaked through and if I was cold, then she was freezing. I also needed time to calm the raging erection that pressed painfully against the front of my soaked jeans. And seeing her body clearly defined by the wet clothes wasn’t helping. Nor was the sight of her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt.

  Did she not wear a bra on purpose?

  Once the fire roared to life, I heard her fumbling behind me, cursing me as she stood. I smiled to myself, knowing my manhandling had hurt her ego.

  “Damn it, I can’t stay here. I can’t do this,” she was talking to herself as she stomped straight for the fucking door. God, she is stubborn. I dropped the extra pieces of wood back into the crate and hauled ass to the door, right on her heels. My massive frame loomed over her slender one, my hand over her head kept her from opening the door. It took barely a few seconds to register the fact that my entire torso was pressed against her backside, from ass to shoulders. My pecs pressed nearly into her neck, my erection unmistakable on her lower back. Shit.

  “You’re not flying in this,” I said.

  “I’m not stupid. Of course I’m not going to fly in this, but I’ll sit and wait out the storm in the plane,” Anna bit out. She turned to face me and we both realized that was a mistake; my erection pressed into her stomach and we both gasped. She sidestepped the door and I turned my back against it, acting like my dick hadn’t just introduced itself.

  “Seriously, Jack, let go of the fucking door!” She shoved at me, tried to move me away from the door but ended up slipping in her wet boots. Her ass thumped on the polished wood floor of my cabin and she scrambled up to her knees.

  I kind of liked her in that position, kneeling, her full pink lips just inches from my body. So did my dick. Dammit, it wasn’t going down anytime soon. Not with thoughts of her fingers working open my jeans and grabbing hold so she could put me in her mouth.

  Gripping a wrist, I helped her to her feet. No way could she remain on her knees.

  “Sit in the plane, Anna? Really? Why the hell would you want to do that when I have a perfectly good house here with a nice warm fire?”

  Of course, with her standing, I got a better view of her hard nipples and I wondered how they’d taste, how they’d feel in my mouth. My knees buckled a bit, the pulse in my cock nearly knocked me over. Just a hint of her nipples and I lose my fucking mind… I cleared my throat and tore my eyes away from the fabric that covered her chest.

  “I can’t stay in here, with you.”

  “Why not?” Anger rose, real and cold and hard as fucking steel. “You think I can’t keep my hands to myself? Are you afraid of me?”

  “No.” She shook her head and stepped back, lifting her chin to meet my gaze. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “I saw that landing, you almost died.” Chastising her was better than imagining her naked if I couldn’t touch, couldn’t taste.

  I threw my arms out wide over the door and met her fiery gaze with my own. She dropped her eyes a bit and blushed, clearly upset I had witnessed her less-than-spectacular landing.

  “You weren’t supposed to see that,” Anna mumbled and turned her back to me. She pooled water on my hardwood with each step, but all I could see was the way her wet jeans clung to her perky, round ass.

  “I did and it scared the ever-loving shit out of me. You’re staying here tonight. No argument. I’ll disable your plane if I have to.” Relieved that she appeared to have accepted the fact that I wasn’t going to let her go sit in that freezing cold tin can she called an airplane, I moved into the kitchen to grab a towel. She was standing in front of the fireplace w
hen I returned to hand it to her. “Now dry off, you’re going to ruin my floor.”

  She whirled around and looked down at her boots. “You’re worried about your floors?” She tossed the towel at me and stomped toward the door. “Forget it. You’re impossible. I’ll go wait in the plane.”

  I blocked her path before her third step. “I’m not sure if I should spank your ass for that comment or for being so reckless with your life.” The rage flared in me and I stepped closer to Anna, barely a breath away from her face. My eyes pinned her green ones, daring her to mouth off again.

  She has no idea who I am.

  I was the CEO of a multi-million dollar company. I had hundreds of employees, servants, money to burn. No one ever mouthed off to me the way she did. And something about her fire woke me up inside. For the first time since I’d walked away from Victoria and her lies, I felt something other than cold indifference for the world. Apathy melted from me as the fiery red-head before me put her hands on her hips and glared up at me.

  “Spank me?”

  “Spank you,” I repeated, imagining her round ass over my lap. I’d play with her pussy, of course. And not really spank her, not hard. Just enough to make her squirm and pant and beg me for more.

  “You are out of your mind, Jack Simms.”

  “Watch what you say to me, Ms. Jackson. You don’t know the half of my story, so don’t presume that you do.”

  “So you’re the big bad caveman who will spank me for what? Speaking my mind?”

  I grinned and lowered my eyes to her lips. “For that smart mouth, yes. If you were mine, I’d spread you naked over my lap and make you come with one hand while I spanked you with the other.” My nostrils flared and I watched as her eyes fluttered to my lips. She took a step back, but she was already too wound up to back down. I saw it in her stance, in the intensity behind her eyes, and my whole body buzzed with adrenaline, with lust, with the need to conquer all that fire and make it mine.

  “You’re the pretty boy who can’t handle your life, running away from the world, hiding out here in the bush. You are a pussy, Jack. And you’re afraid of me. Afraid of a woman who lives and takes chances.”

  “Risking life and limb in that storm wasn’t taking a chance, Anna. That was suicide.”

  “I’ve been flying since I was old enough to walk. I know what I’m doing.”

  Every week when she delivered my groceries, Anna brushed off my comments, made jokes about my poorly-cut wood, about my inability to perfect the art of fishing. I wasn’t an Alaska boy, born and bred, but damn it, I did well for a Seattle native who had never been this far out in the bush. Her comments fed on that insecurity, on the knowledge that I didn’t belong here—or Seattle—or anywhere. So I snapped. I walked forward, stalking her until she was pinned against the wood-paneled wall. “Hmm, no. You have no idea what you are doing.”

  “Fuck you.” Her eyes were glazed and she had her hands in fists at her sides, the knuckles white. Her wet shirt stretched tight over her hard nipples and it was all I could not to lean over and take one of those pert tips into my mouth. I leaned forward just enough to surround myself with the scent of wet rain and woman. Leaning in close, I whispered in her ear, made sure my words were hot and heavy against her flesh.

  “No. I think I’ll fuck you.”

  She swayed toward me in a reaction I wasn’t sure she was aware of. In a calculated move, I leaned my body weight against her, my cock pressed against her hip. She gasped and turned to look at me. “I don’t understand you, Jack. What do you want from me?”

  “I want that smart mouth, princess, all over me. I want to fuck you. Right here, right now.”

  I thought she’d smack me, hard, but instead Anna nearly ripped out my hair in her attempt to pull me into a kiss. It wasn’t a chaste peck, it was a kiss filled with months of pent up desire and a shitload of frustration.

  Our mouths moved against one another roughly, and I didn’t bother to be gentle. I was feral and so was she. We took it out on each other like animals; we ripped at clothes, tugged at hair, pinched flesh. We bit each other’s lips as our tongues crashed together and finally, finally, I moved my hands down to rip open her flannel shirt, buttons pinging on the wood floor as I pulled the fabric from her body.

  Jesus, no bra. Her breasts were perfect, a small handful, upturned and pert with pale pink tips.

  “Do you always go without a bra, or just when you fly?” I breathed, raising my hands and cupping the soft globes. Her skin was damp and cool, but wonderfully giving and lush. I wanted to bury my head between them and breathe her in. I wanted to hold them tightly together and rub my cock between them. I wanted to come all over her pale flesh and mark her, own her.

  Her eyes closed and her head fell back. I pinched her nipples, eliciting a gasp. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I touch you.”

  Slowly, she opened her eyes, which looked out of focus and a dark, stormy green.

  I slid my hands down her waist and undid her jeans, pushing them off her curvy hips. I knelt before her to strip them away. I spent only a second to take in the sight, her pale legs shone in the bright light of my cabin. I reached up and hooked my thumbs in her pink silk panties. Slowly, so slowly, I savored the moment as I pulled them down her thighs. When they were around her ankles I looked up at the body of a goddess as she stood over me. I knelt at her feet and felt something else shake loose inside me, something that I hadn’t given free rein in a long time.

  I wanted.

  God, I’ve wanted this… her, for so long.

  I stood and Anna moved forward to unbutton my pants but met the same wet resistance I had with hers. Note to self, don’t wear jeans next time you embark on a rescue mission that could end in angry sex.

  She took part of her frustration, her eagerness, out on my pants, but left angry red marks on my thighs where her nails scraped my legs. I didn’t give a shit; I just wanted my dick inside her.

  Unwilling to wait, I helped her and removed the rest of my clothes faster than I would have thought possible. As soon as I stepped out of my jeans and boxers, I yanked a condom out of the closest drawer, rolled it on and pressed forward once more. Over her. Around her.

  God help me, I wanted to be inside her. Lifting my hands I tangled them in her wet, thick locks as her small hands pulled on my hips. She stood on tiptoes to kiss me and I realized how much smaller she was. How far up her belly my cock rested.

  She was small, so small I could lift her like a feather and fuck her in any position I wanted.

  This was going to be fun.

  I shoved her back against the wall, cushioning her head with my huge hand so she wouldn’t bang it too hard. I didn’t want her to have a headache. I wanted to make her pussy ache. Whole different section of anatomy.

  She lifted her lips to mine and we collided again. I lifted her in one swift motion and, as if practiced, she wrapped her legs around my hips. Her pussy nestled right against the heat of my cock and we both groaned loud enough to be heard over the pummeling wind and rain.

  Keeping one hand wrapped in her hair, I tilted her head back as I slid the other slowly down her shoulder, over the curve of her waist to her ass. I squeezed her there as I held her in place for my kiss and lowered that hand, wrapping it around her from behind to test her feminine core and slid two fingers inside her in one slow, languid push.

  Hot. Wet. So fucking perfect.

  “Jack.” She whimpered my name, her hips bucking as I worked my fingers inside her. I loved the sound of my name on her lips and I wanted to hear it again. And again. I kissed her jaw. Her neck. Fucked her with my fingers until her thighs tightened and she tried to force my pace, tried to ride my hand.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me, Anna,” I breathed against her neck as I nipped my way up to her ear. I bit down on her lobe and she whimpered. “I want to slide my cock inside you, fill you up. Make you mine.”

  “Jack, stop talking. Just fuck me.” As she attempted to bite my ear in return,
her back arched off the wall. The movement shifted her until her wet heat settled on top of my dick, which jerked at the contact.

  “Your wish is my command, princess.” I took my chance and lowered both hands to her body to pull her ass cheeks apart, pull her pussy lips wide and hold her open as, in one fluid motion, I used my grip on her to shove her down onto my cock.

  Chapter Three

  Anna

  He lowered me, pushing me down hard and fast and exactly the way I wanted it. The size of his cock took me by surprise. I groaned as he stretched me, filled me like never before. I exhaled in a whoosh as Jack growled, a noise that struck me as oddly wild and territorial. We stood totally still as I shifted my hips, tried to accommodate his cock, which would have been much too big for me if I wasn’t so turned on. If I wasn’t so damn wet for him.

  Why him?

  Sure, he was big and gorgeous and way too complicated for a girl like me. But my body didn’t give a shit about any of that. My brain melted down the first time he kissed me. But this longing, this want? This desperate need for him to fill me, kiss me? To move. God I needed him to move.

  “God, Jack. Move. Fuck me.” I bit down on his shoulder in silent demand. He’d woken months of suppressed lust, desire, need. I was starving for him, like an animal waking from a long hibernation. I needed him hard and fast and hot. He lifted a hand to my hair and pulled, angling my head up so I was forced to look into his eyes. The dominant move made my pussy clench around him and I whimpered, lost in him.

  “You want me, princess? You need more?”

  “Yes.” God yes. Hurry the fuck up, yes.

  My body is a traitor, I thought as I gave over to Jack’s expert thrusts. His hands were no less punishing than his cock, which he used to hold my ass, to lift and lower me onto his thrusting length. I’d have marks there later, but for now, God, it was so good.