by Remy Blake
“I beg to differ. Did I ever suck BigBadWolf’s dick?”
“No, but I bet you thought about it. The profile picture with my beard made you wet didn’t it?”
She rolls her eyes. “To be perfectly honest, I wasn’t really sexually attracted to BigBadWolf. He felt like an old friend to me. Now that I understand why it makes much more sense.”
I pull her into my arms and stare down at her. “I love you, Avery. I don’t know where things will go from here, but I’m going to do my best to make you laugh every single day. Even the days when you want to kick me in the balls.”
“That’s a tall order because there hasn’t been a day since I’ve been here where I didn’t want to kick you in the balls at some point.”
“But you haven’t kicked me. Do you know what that means?”
“That you’re lucky?”
I chuckle. She’s so fucking adorable. “No, it means I’m teaching you restraint.”
“Restraint this,” she says, gripping my balls through my cargo pants.
“Ouch, go easy, baby. Don’t hurt little Greg Allman. I want you to have my babies.”
“You do?”
I nod and grimace at the same time.
“That’s really sweet.” She removes her hand and I sigh in relief.
“Before I forget, I have a present for you.” I release her and spin around toward the storage closet. “Come here,” I say, opening the door. I grab the blue gift bag from the middle shelf and hold it out to her.
She tentatively takes it from me. “It’s not going to bite you,” I tease as she peers inside. She pulls out the white envelope and tears into it. When she pulls out the card I can’t take my eyes off her as she reads the words I wrote. Wood you be my girl? She smiles, before glancing up at me.
“The gift in the bag is yours only if you want to be my girl. If not you can’t keep it,” I tell her.
She pulls out the black t-shirt and hands me the empty bag. Shaking out the folds, she holds it up in front of her. As her eyes take in what it says she giggles. She slips it over her head, running her fingers over the white words printed over her chest - #TeamWesForever.
6 MONTHS LATER
“Do my tits look good in this?” I ask Wes.
“Your tits always look good, baby.” His eyes zero in on my #TeamWesForever shirt. “But I’m having a hard time keeping my dick down in public everytime I see my name written across your chest.”
I point toward a merchandise stand about fifty feet away, “Well, I guess I could go buy a Magnus tee and cover up,” I say, with a smirk on my face. “That would keep it down, right?”
He lowers his head and whispers in my ear, “I think you on your knees sucking me off, will work even better.”
I place my palms on his chest and push him slightly away from me, “If you win, I might throw in more than that,” I tease.
“What do you mean if I win?”
“I don’t know,” I shrug, “Magnus is pretty hard to beat.” His jaw is clenching in fury, and I bite my bottom lip to stop the smile before it gives me away.
“How many times are you going to say his name today?” Wes snaps.
“You know I’m a pretty big fan of his.” I state, keeping my facial expression serious.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
I burst out laughing at his reaction, “Of course I’m kidding.” I stand on the tips of my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, “Everyone knows I’ve only got eyes for one lumberjack.” I lean in for a quick peck on the cheek. “And Magnus isn’t it.”
“I’ve got to go register,” he says interrupting my moment. “You stay here with Lucy,” he orders.
“Yes, sir.” I joke.
We’re all at the annual Lumberjack Competition and the beards and flannel shirts are here in abundance. The whole family came out to support Wes, except Lucy. She’s hoping to meet Magnus.
Wes has been practicing all summer. Day and night, strategically planning how this year, he’s going to win. I’ve spent all that time being the most supportive girlfriend ever. I mean, watching the sweat drip off his body, as his muscles stretch and flex is hard work, and someone’s got to do it.
Besides being swept up in the hype of the upcoming competition, Wes and I have spent the last six months being utterly in love with one another. Not in a million years could I have ever predicted this as my future, but there is nothing in the world I would give him up for.
It may have started out rocky, but what I didn’t anticipate was the ease and comfort brought by being back in Piney View. It wasn’t till I officially moved back and settled in, I realized that this is where I should be. My family and my future are here and this will always be home.
I have my head buried in between my knees and I’m about to throw up. Wes and Magnus have been toe to toe the whole way, and this last heat is the decider.
“You should really pay attention,” Lucy calls out above the noise. “I know what I’ll be thinking about when I have some alone time tonight.”
I scrunch my face up at her in disgust, “I thought I was the one with no filter, but you are a thousand times worse.”
“What?” She asks, feigning ignorance.
“You don’t say that shit out loud,” I look around, “there could be kids here.”
“Firstly, there’s no kid, including my own that knows what I’m talking about, and secondly you think all these women in the stands are here because they give a shit about a piece of wood busting up into smithereens.”
“I do,” I cry out.
“No. You pretend to and then later you’ll get some deep dicking, because he’ll be all pumped up about winning,” She explains.
“Winning?”
She’s nodding while turning her attention between me and what’s happening on the stage. “He’s about to, and you’re going to miss it because you’re too busy acting like a pussy.”
“I have one of those you know? I can act like one if I want.” I say sarcastically.
I stand up just in time to see the scores being tallied up on the screen and Wes being announced as this year’s Lumberjack Champion. He did it. Just like I knew he would.
Running down the stairs, toward Wes, I can barely contain my excitement. He sees me coming, and leaves whatever conversation he was having and meets me halfway. Lifting me up in the air and spinning me round for everyone to see.
"You won." I whisper. "Congratulations BigBadWolf," using the nickname I reserve for special occasions.
Instead of talking, he kisses me with so much energy. I can’t help but let myself fall into the moment; with no care of where we are and who is watching. My heart is so full of love and pride, for this man who has shown me how happy a person can really be.
“I love you,” I tell him, as I slide myself down his body.
“I love you too, Ave. Let’s get the fuck out of here so I can show you how much.”
“Congratulations Wes,” Jeremiah’s little voice pops in out of nowhere.
Bending down so they’re at the same eye level, Wes puts out his hand for their special handshake. “Thanks little guy. Where is everyone?”
We see Mom and Lucy walking up to us, accompanied by a very handsome looking Magnus. Him and Lucy look awfully comfortable with one another for people who have just met. I look at Wes as he notices them approaching and back at Lucy. Holy shit.
“Uh, hey, Wes. Good to see you again,” he says, offering his hand out for Wes to shake. “I was on my way to congratulate you, when I saw Lucy on the way. She never told me she knew you.”
I squeeze his hand in mine for support, while glaring at a very sheepish looking Lucy. She knows Magnus and didn’t say a single word about it.
“Thanks, man.” He says and shakes his hand. An awkward silence ensues as we all stare at each other.
“Well, we better get going,” I say.
“Ah, you must be Lucy’s sister, right? She’s told me all about you,” Magnus reveals.
> Wrapping his arm around my waist, Wes pulls me into him and possessively places his hand on my ass. “This is my girlfriend, Avery,” he says, introducing us reluctantly. Typical caveman.
Turning to Lucy, Magnus’ face lights up. “The four of us should double date sometime,” he blurts out.
I look at my sister, caught out in her web of lies. I see how nervous and tongue tied she is, indecision written all over her face. No matter what she’s hiding from me, she still deserves a chance at her own sexy lumberjack love story. So, I do what sisters do best, and I help her out. Simultaneously, I answer Magnus for Wes and Lucy. “We’d love to. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”
About the Author
Remy Blake is an international bestselling male and female author duo, comprised of Jacob Chance and Marley Valentine. Pairing up to have some fun writing steamy, short reads, with insta love/lust, a side of taboo and a guaranteed HEA. You can expect twice the debauchery in every novel they write.
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TEMPT | GUARDIAN
Brock
What the hell?
Sinking into the kitchen chair, I stare at the piece of paper in my hand. Charles Martin, my best and oldest friend is dead. He passed away last week after a long illness and I just got the news now. Why didn’t he tell me he was sick? Goddammit. I remember seeing something on the news about him, but never noticed the details. And with the success Charles had achieved it wasn’t unusual to see him on television. Last I knew, he was dating some supermodel.
A hundred images of us raising hell together from the earliest ages all the way through college assails me. He always had a permanent smile on his face and some prank up his sleeve. How can someone so full of life be gone?
Charles was the ringleader of our duo. He led, I followed and usually it ended with both of us being grounded by our parents.
In college, I found my own footing and began to have my own ideas about what kind of trouble we could get into. Usually, it involved a cheerleader or two and too much alcohol or weed. I’m sure our college apartment reeked of, and was covered in a permanent haze from all the weed we smoked. We threw some killer parties and we charged an admission fee big enough to support our love for all things herbal. It didn’t hurt that we went to the University of New Hampshire; a well-known party school. I smile. Those were the days.
It’s difficult to believe I’ll never see him again. My smile fades and I run my hand down my face. I haven’t seen Charles in ten years. We lost touch for the most part, only exchanging a brief phone call or sporadic email. Life got in the way and work became a priority for both of us.
He remained in New Hampshire after college and the technology based company he started from the ground up, took off. He was focused on making his first million, then a second and third until he became a billionaire at age thirty-four.
I moved to Florida after I graduated from UNH and immediately entered the police academy for a local police department. Now, I’ve been on the force for thirteen years and through hard work and dedication I’ve been promoted to detective.
Remorse sinks in. I should’ve made time for our friendship. Fuck.
Glancing down at the letter still clutched in my hand, I flatten it out on the kitchen table and take in the contents once more. Unfortunately, the words are the same as when I read through it the first time.
Brock Marshall, you are now the sole guardian of Ivy Colt, Charles Martin’s only child. She’s currently at a boarding school finishing up the year and will be arriving at your house the first week of June. Please schedule an appointment at your earliest convenience to come in the office and sign all the necessary documentation.
I didn’t even know Charles had a daughter. Why the hell did he make me her guardian? I don’t know anything about kids and I don’t want to learn now at the age of thirty-five.
Bracing my elbows on the table, my head falls into my hands. What am I going to do?
Two days later I find myself at Hoffman and Sons, the attorneys who are handling this whole guardianship business. Sitting in the chair across from Attorney Hoffman I nervously click the pen and bounce my knee. Why do I feel like I’m about to sign my life away? Probably because I am. I’m about to become responsible for another person and their well being. If I wanted that I would’ve had kids of my own.
“What happens to Ivy if I don’t agree to take her in?” The pen clicks some more while I study Attorney Hoffman as he types on his computer.
Glancing up from the screen, his expression is flat. “There’s no one else to take her in. He had no other surviving relatives. Charles stipulated in his will that she can’t inherit any money unless she comes to live with you. For whatever reason, he wanted you to get to know her. If you refuse, the trust fund will go to charity and she’ll lose all claim to the money.”
Fuck. I pinch the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index finger. If I don’t sign the papers she may not be starving on the streets, but she’ll lose the chance to gain her rightful inheritance. I can’t deal with that hanging over my conscience. I exhale a big sigh and add my signature on the dotted line, signing my life away as I know it.
Today is the big day. I’ve spent the past month getting Ivy’s room ready. My buddy Chris, a contractor, sent over a painting crew. I had him choose a shade of pink that any little girl would be happy with. I bought curtains and a comforter for her bed with the help of a sexy sales girl. She was more than happy to assist me and I left the store with not only what I went for, but her phone number too. Not that I’ll be using it any time soon. I have a feeling this guardianship thing is going to be a lot more work than I originally anticipated.
I’ve been learning all I can about what little girls need and it’s like an alien world to me. I don’t know the first thing about braiding hair or periods.
How am I going to do this?
I have moments of panic about it every single day, but it’s going to happen whether I’m ready or not. All I can do is my best.
My stomach is unsettled. She’s set to arrive at any moment now.
Attorney Hoffman coordinated everything for us. Her plane was scheduled to arrive over an hour ago, and he arranged for her to ride in a limo from the airport to my house. He thought it would be better for her to meet me here, privately than at the airport surrounded by strangers. She is the only child of Charles Martin and although she’s been well hidden until now, sooner or later the details of his estate will leak out and everyone will be clamoring for a glimpse of her.
The barking of my next door neighbor’s dog alerts me to the car’s arrival. My palms are sweaty with nerves.
What if she hates me?
I wipe my hands on my pants before opening the front door, stepping outside into the humidity living in Florida can provide in June. Not even the brief afternoon shower we had earlier helped. As I move forward toward the white limousine my heart pounds with each step I take.
The driver opens the door blocking my view of Ivy as she gets out. I stop walking and wait for him to step aside so I can get a peek at my new ward. I wonder if she’ll have blonde hair like Charles. I smile, imaging her with sandy blonde hair and a big pink bow holding her ponytail in place.
The smile falls from my lips as I catch sight of Ivy. Little Ivy isn’t little at all. She’s a full grown adult, definitely not underage for the x rated activities her body’s inspiring my mind to think of. Fuck.
My eyes slowly sweep over her from head to toe. My dick goes semi hard at the sight of her nipples poking out against the thin fabric of her white tank top. I don’t think she’s wearing a bra. I swallow; my mouth is suddenly dry. Her jean skirt is so short it barely covers her pussy. Is she wearing panties under there? Fuck. I hope she’s wearing panties. My dick grows at the thought. I shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans and try to hide the obvious bulge.<
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She sways toward me placing one foot in front of the other. Her eyes greedily move up and down my six foot two frame. Her tongue curls to slowly lick along her upper lip and her sultry eyes tell me she likes what she sees. Oh fuck. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. She’s Charles's daughter.
She tosses her long dark brown hair over her shoulder, stopping in front of me with her tits thrust forward. She’s even sexier up close. Her full lips are painted a bright shiny pink that calls attention to them. Her eyes are a deep chocolate brown. She pouts her lips and locks eyes with me.
“Are you my new daddy?”
Ivy
Fuck, I wish I could capture the look on his face right now. Half way between shock and amusement, his honey brown eyes are trying so hard to stay focused on my face. Little does he know I already caught him staring for two seconds too long at my tits and the shitty excuse of material I call a skirt.
He stands with his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and nonchalant, but the veins travelling up his forearms give away the tension coiled throughout his body. It’s obvious he’s determined to appear unaffected by my presence. An eighteen year old with a foul mouth and a knack for making people feel uncomfortable is clearly not what he signed up for. Truth is, I don’t want to be here anymore than he wants me here. I’m here because I have no choice.
Growing up with my mom was messy. Switching up boyfriends with every season, her unsuccessful quest for true love turned me off the idea of relationships forever. While she spent years on end letting herself be manipulated by every man she let into her bed; I learned a few lessons of my own, and realized she was everything I didn’t want to be.
Guys always think with their dick first. It’s their biggest flaw and it’s my greatest advantage. And standing here with ‘Mr. Authority’ is no different. Knowing he will try to live out his dead friend’s requests and provide a home for me, I plan on pushing all the right buttons and getting the fuck out of here.
