by Jenika Snow
We’d fucked so hard and fierce last night that I was surprised that I could even get hard, but the fucker between my legs was standing at attention. When I saw she’d been watching me cut wood, staring at me like she was picturing me naked, all I could think about was bending her over the deck railing and fucking the hell out of her.
And I planned on doing just that.
Pleasantries and me being a gentleman could happen when I’d sated both of our needs. And I knew she wanted my dick all up in her, because the look she gave me screamed ‘fuck me now’.”
I wanted my hands on her bare ass, wanted my cock buried deep in her pussy, and I was going after that right now.
I was on the deck in seconds flat, stopped right in front of her, and growled low at how good she looked in my clothes. But I need them off her now.
“You look positively wild,” she breathed out.
That’s exactly how I felt when I looked at her.
“Strip for me,” I ordered.
She shivered visibly, but obeyed right away. I made a low sound in my throat at how much that pleased me. I wasn’t going to last long, but right now wasn’t about stamina, but about both of us getting off.
She had the shirt and sweats off in seconds, and for long moments I looked my fucking fill of her. Her tits were big, her nipples a dusky rose color. Her long red hair hung in waves over her shoulders, and her trimmed pussy hair, which was the same shade as the strands on her head, had my cock jerking.
“Red is my fucking favorite color.”
She gasped, but didn’t answer. I knew I’d told her that already, but I didn’t care if I had. I wanted her to know again.
I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and grabbed my cock. I gave the fucker a few strokes, pre-cum coming out of the slit, and my whole body tensed, that’s how ready I was for her. She watched me jerk off.
“You like this?” I asked and held my dick in my hand, pointing the length right at her.
She nodded.
“Turn around,” I ordered, and when she was in position, I stepped up behind her. Grabbing her right ass cheek, I shook the flesh. I brought my hand down on the mound, hearing flesh hitting flesh, and growling out. I swatted her ass again, and on the third time, I watched as her flesh turned pink.
Vivian looked over her shoulder at me. “Are you going to fuck me, or what?”
She wanted me to fuck her? Oh, I’d fuck her raw.
I placed my hand on her lower back and slid it up her spine. Once I reached the center, I pushed her forward. She was bent over the banister now, her tits hanging freely over the wood, and her legs spread wide. I leaned back enough to look at her pussy on display for me; I couldn’t wait to give her exactly what she wanted.
I grabbed my cock, placed it at her entrance, and in one big thrust, I buried all of it in her cunt. We both groaned; I closed my eyes and gripped her hips. My dick throbbed in her, and the feel of her inner muscles clenching around my shaft had me nearly filling her up right then and there.
She gripped the banister and moaned.
Yeah, I’d give it to her all right; give it to her until she screamed my name over and over again. She’d go back to the city and think about me every time she wanted some cock.
The very thought of her leaving, of another man touching her, had me so fucking pissed I saw red.
She was mine. Her pussy, tits, ass ... every part of her was mine.
“You’re mine,” I found myself saying before I could stop the words from spilling out. Hell, we’d known each other less than a full day, and here I was getting all possessive and shit. But I wouldn’t take it back, and after our time together was done, she’d know what it meant to be owned.
I started pounding in and out of her, faster and harder, trying to get as deep as I could.
“Jake,” she moaned.
Yeah, I fucking loved hearing her say my name when I had my cock deep in her body. Her ass shook from how forceful my thrusts were, but we were both moaning, and I knew she loved it.
“God, yes,” she cried out and threw her head back. I reached up and grabbed a chunk of her hair, keeping her throat arched as I thrust in and out of her. Fuck, the sounds she made had my balls drawing up tight. I didn’t want to come yet, not until she did, not until she knew she belonged to me. But, shit, I was so damn close already.
I was already sweaty from chopping wood, but more beads started to form on my face and chest as I worked my dick in and out of her.
“I’m coming,” she whispered, her mouth parted, her eyes closed.
Thank fuck, because I was having a hell of a time holding onto my control.
I pulled back, watched my cock sink in and out of her, saw the way her cunt cream glistened on my shaft, and everything went hazy. And when I felt her pussy muscles contract especially hard around my dick, I couldn’t stop myself from coming.
I buried myself all the way inside her, had my hand on the center of her back, keeping her in the position I wanted, and filled her body with my cum. I groaned out once more as the last of my jizz shot deep inside her. When I was milked dry, I pulled out and looked down at her pussy. Grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wider, I saw my cum slide out of her.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I murmured and reached down to run the pad of my thumb over her tight little hole. I pushed the digit, now coated with my seed, into her body. “I belong in here,” I said, needing her to know that. Giving her ass one more swat, I put my dick back in my pants and helped her up. Her legs were shaky, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that made me feel proud as hell.
I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to go, that she could spend the next week here with me. But I wasn’t the type of guy to push something on someone. I knew she had a good time with me, but that didn’t mean she’d want to spend the remaining days of her vacation camped out in my bed with my dick between her thighs.
Although that idea was tempting enough for me to say fuck it all and demand she stay. Instead, I picked up the clothes on the floor and handed them back to her.
“How about I feed you, and than we can work on getting you back to your cabin?” Goddammit, I didn’t even want to think about her leaving. Vivian looked down at the ground, not saying anything, but finally nodding.
“Yeah, I should probably get back to my place, right?”
Was she asking me, or questioning what she wanted? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to make an ass out of myself and presume anything. I wanted her, but I wanted her to own it as much as I was.
I took a step forward and looked down at her. Her eyes were big, this light blue color, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her senseless right now. Instead, I just said what I needed to in order for her to understand where I was coming from.
“The last day has been pretty fucking incredible.”
I heard her inhale, and then she nodded. “It has.” Her voice was soft, maybe like she was hesitant to say anything.
“I don’t know you all that well...” I had to smirk, because although I knew her pretty damn intimately, I was sure she knew what I meant. “And you don’t really know me, but I’d like to change that.” This was a long shot in seeing if she wanted anything more to do with me than what we’d shared, but I was willing to lay it out bare for her.
“You haven’t been with a woman in—”
“That has nothing to do with what I want from you, and how I want to get to know you better.” And it didn’t, I knew that, felt it in my bones. “Before I moved up here I had a girlfriend, thought I was in love even. I did the city thing, the crowded streets and population. I was stuck and didn’t see my life going forward the way I wanted it to.” Why I was opening myself up to this woman I hardly knew was beyond me, but I wasn’t going to let her go without explaining it. She made me feel good, and I wanted to hold onto that. “After the betrayal, I left her and everything else behind. I didn’t want any of that shit anymore, even if I’d never seen them again, I just wanted to leave.”
“I...” she stopped talking and looked away.
Well, fuck. I scrubbed a hand over my beard and breathed out. I hadn’t been with a woman in so long, I must be doing something wrong.
“This is fast,” was her response after a few seconds.
“Yeah,” was all I said, because it was the truth. She didn’t say anything else as she put on her clothes, and the awkwardness seemed to jump in that small time. I’d been inside of her, for fuck sake, so why this silence was awkward was beyond me. “Come on, let me get some food into you.” I’d let this go, for now, because I had just dropped a lot in her lap all at once.
But I knew one thing; I couldn’t just let her go for good, even if she said this was a one-time deal. If she needed time, fine, I’d give her that. But I wouldn’t stay away forever.
I’d had a taste of her, and now I was fucking addicted.
She was mine.
Chapter Nine
Vivian
Ten days later
I stood by my window, stared down at the bustling city beneath me, and felt this oppression fill me. I’d been back home in the city for only a few days, and I felt like I was living in a coffin. After Jake had taken me back to my cabin, it had taken everything in me not to pull Jake into the cabin and spend the rest of my vacation tangled in the sheets with him. But I needed to think, and I had to get my shit in order.
But being back in the city—only three days in—and I was miserable. It just made me feel like I was underwater, and I couldn’t hold my breath long enough to reach the surface.
I turned from the window just as a line of cars started honking at each other. Even thought the glass and walls, it sounded loud and suffocating. Since leaving Jake’s place, he’s all I’ve thought about, all I wanted to think about.
Grabbing my cell, I pulled up the app for my bank, entered in my information, and stared at my savings balance. Not really having a life aside of work for the last decade, and putting everything extra I made into my savings, I had a nice nest egg. I’d been putting that money away in hopes of one day buying my own place. As the years passed, I just couldn’t find the energy to make the commitment to get that house while still having to come into the city.
I tossed my phone on the coffee table, rested my head back on the couch cushion, and closed my eyes. Of course, I imagined Jake in all his manly lumberjack glory. He was just so masculine, and the way he’d worked me over in less than a day had ruined me for any other sexual encounters I might have in the future.
Who am I kidding? I didn’t want anyone else but him.
I slowly opened my eyes as reality set in. I didn’t have to be trapped, stuck in this coffin-like existence. I could be whoever and whatever I wanted in this life. I only lived once, and why shouldn’t I be happy?
All I’d been able to think about since leaving Jake was the words he’d said to me, and how he’d wanted to know me better. It might have been this insta-lust kind of deal between us, but it had been the most real thing I’d ever experienced. It wasn’t even just about the sex—although that had been hot as hell. It had been about the way he’d opened me up and made me feel things I’d never experienced before. Jake might never know that, probably hadn’t even realized how trapped I’d truly been, but he’d opened my eyes to what I could have.
I grabbed my phone again, dialed my boss’s number to tell him I was taking a leave of absence. I could feel the rush move through me. I was feeling all kinds of jittery-goodness. I was doing this, just going to throw caution to the wind, and wherever I landed had to be better than where I was right now.
Jake might know me intimately, but I desperately wanted him to know me as a person, mentally and emotionally. I hoped he was ready for me, because I was about to come at him with everything I had.
Jake
I’d given her enough time to decide what she wanted. I was done standing back and waiting, done having her fill my thoughts all day, only to have the entire process repeat itself when I woke up. She was mine, whether she realized or understood it.
Vivian was mine, and I’d make her see it. She belonged with me out here in the wilderness. If I had to throw her over my shoulder and drag her back here like a caveman, I sure as fuck would.
I parked my truck at the only diner in town, cut the engine, and started running my fingers over the steering wheel. I might be a recluse by choice, but I was familiar with the town and its residents. The way they glanced at me curiously told me being down here was probably a shock, especially since it wasn’t time for me to do the monthly grocery run. I stared at the pay phone by the front door and had to shake my head. Before coming to live in the middle of nowhere, I hadn’t seen an actual pay phone in longer than I could even remember. But now that I didn’t even own a cell phone, this pay phone was my connection to the ‘outside’ world.
I had a plan in mind, or at least I saw it playing out a certain way. Whether it actually happened that way, I didn’t fucking know.
I climbed out of my truck and went to the payphone. I only had her name to go by, but at least I knew she was from the city. But knowing my luck there was probably a dozen women with her name.
And I’ll hunt down every single one of them until I find her.
That I’d held back this long when I wanted her so badly was a miracle. It hadn’t been about sex for me, not when it was all said and done.
I picked up the pay phone, and just as I was about to dial the operator, I felt someone behind me.
“Jake?”
Her voice shot through me like an electrical current, and instantly, my cock got hard. I hung up the phone and turned around, seeing Vivian standing there, looking up at me like she was just as shocked as I felt.
There was lot I wanted to say, but instead of speaking, I simply went on instinct. I reached out, wrapped my hand around her waist, and pulled her right up against my body. Taking my other hand and gripping her nape, I tilted her head back another inch and stared right into her blue eyes. She melted against me, placed her hands on my chest, and started chuckling. I knitted my brows. My dick was hard, my heart was thundering, and I didn’t know what in the hell she could find funny right now.
She smoothed her hands over my shirt. “You wearing flannel makes me think of Mountain Men.” Her smile faded as she drew her gaze from my red flannel button down shirt to my eyes. “But then again, that’s why I came back; I needed my lumberjack.”
Fuck, I couldn’t even speak right now; I was so happy she was right here with me.
“I have never felt anything remotely close to what I experienced with you, Jake.” She curled her nails against my chest. “And even though I felt that way while I was still tangled in the sheets with you, it wasn’t until I got back home that I realized how trapped I’d let myself get.” She closed her eyes and rested her forehead in the center of my chest.
I cupped the back of her head and just held her. I saw people looking at us, the shock on their faces clear.
I didn’t give a fuck. Hell, I’d bend Vivian over the hood of my truck and fuck her in front of everyone just to show them she was mine.
“I took a leave of absence because I need to see what this is between us and where it might go.” She lifted her head and looked at me again. “If that’s what you want, too.” She didn’t give me a chance to say anything before she spoke again. “I’m hoping you holding me like this means you want it, too.”
I didn’t say anything verbally; I just leaned down and kissed her until she was gasping for air, and her body was pressed hard against mine.
I pulled away and looked at her now pink, swollen lips. “I hope that answers that.”
She nodded slowly.
“I’m not letting you go, Vivian.” I kissed her again and murmured against her mouth, “You’re mine.”
Epilogue
Vivian
One year later
When I’d first come back to Jake it had been to see where things might go. Well, twelve months later, I was still
here, with no intention of going back to the city. This was where I was happy, and Jake was the man that made my life whole.
I lifted the cup of coffee to my mouth and leaned against the banister on the deck. I watched Jake and a few of the men he worked with cut and measure out the lumber for the addition on the cabin.
My focus was trained on Jake as he leaned down and picked up a raw log and balanced it on one shoulder. Part of the interior of the new addition would have exposed beams and bark detailing. That had been something I’d wanted, and Jake had been more than happy to give it to me. With me having no intention of leaving, and Jake and I talking about marriage and even babies, this one-room cabin wasn’t really going to cut it. But neither of us wanted to move, so we were expanding on it and making a few more rooms.
Despite four other men working on the cabin, I was just wearing one of Jake’s oversized shirts; I didn’t care if they saw me watch my man work. There a nothing more arousing than seeing Jake handle lumber.
He dropped the log by the chopping block, pulled his ax free from the wood, and started working on cutting the timber. He had on a blue flannel shirt this time, the sleeves rolled up his forearms and sweat beading his hairline. It was only eight in the morning, and they’d all been hard at work for the last two hours.
He looked up at me, his ax braced over his shoulder, and gave me a wink. My pussy clenched, got wet, and all I wanted to do was tell him to come inside and fuck me until I passed out. I had never seen myself as a fiend, but Jake brought a whole new meaning to the term.
Maybe he saw the way I looked at him, or maybe the sight of me in his clothes—which I knew turned him on—had his control slipping.
“Take twenty,” Jake yelled out to the other guys while still looking at me.
I grinned and moved back from the banister.
In no time at all, he stalked toward me, grabbed me around the waist, and hauled me up against his hard body. He was slightly sweaty, but it was that clean kind of perspiration, the kind I wanted to lick off of him.
