Timber

by Remy Blake

Rubbing my damp palms on my jeans, I exhale with a loud sigh and glance at the clock. Lucy should be here any moment.

  Why am I so anxious? I’ve never had sweaty palms in my life. When we talk on the phone, I’m fine, but when I see her in the flesh, I turn into a stuttering mess.

  What the hell is this shit? Stuttering, damp hands, crappy snack choices - I haven’t made a great impression so far, but all that’s going to change tonight.

  It’s been ten days since I’ve seen Lucy, although we speak on the phone each day. Sometimes, we talk late into the night and then others we quickly squeeze in a bedtime call. Recently, our late night calls have turned into hot phone sex sessions. They’re fucking hotter than I’d ever imagined phone sex could be.

  My schedule has been loaded and between work and gym time I’ve barely had a free minute. She’s been busy with taking care of Jeremiah and working herself. I miss her more than I expected.

  I know we’ve barely spent any time together, but when we have there’s no pretense; no need for the bullshit of pretending to be something we’re not. We’re just two lonely people looking for some companionship...and sex. But somehow, it seems like so much more is coming out of this situation. At least, for me it is. I hope she feels the same. I won’t be asking Lucy if she agrees or expect any kind of romantic declaration from her any time soon. She’s not ready to admit she might want more no matter how she feels about me. Lucy’s ex hurt her deeply. I don’t know the details, but I can see it as clear as the sweet cinnamon sprinkle of freckles dotting her nose.

  Peering out the front window, I see her car advancing up the long driveway and I head outside to meet her. In my excitement to get my hands on her, I’m opening the driver’s side door, before she has the engine shut down. Pulling her into my arms seconds later, I nudge the door closed with my hip. “I missed you,” I sigh into her hair, running my mouth back and forth over the silk like strands.

  Lucy’s slim arms circle my waist, squeezing. “I missed you, too.” Her soft words are muffled by my t-shirt clad chest where her face is buried. She’s so much smaller than me, the top of her head hits me mid pec and I find that detail incredibly arousing. She’s the epitome of what I find attractive in a woman from head to toe and her propensity for honesty is also a giant turn on.

  I can’t wait any longer to taste her lips. Cupping her chin in my large hand, I capture her mouth with mine. The kiss instantly ignites and we willingly go up in flames. Our ravenous tongues dance while my palms slide down over the ample curves of her ass. She moans into my mouth when I lift her into my arms and her legs wrap around my hips. Rocking her into my steel like hard on has my knees weak.

  Tearing my mouth from hers, I exhale raggedly and raise a brow. “Are we on the same page here?”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes. Take me to bed.” She digs her heels into my ass like I’m a horse she wants to get moving.

  I chuckle and my feet race along the walkway with her still wrapped tight around me. Hurrying through the front entrance, I misjudge the distance and her head wallops against the door jamb with a heavy thud.

  “Ouch...fuck,” she yells. A hand flies up to cover the spot.

  My feet freeze in place. “Shit. I’m sorry. Let me see.”

  Removing her hand from the already swollen area, she glances at it. “I’m fine, there’s no blood.” She holds up her palm for me to see.

  “Are you sure?” Please be okay. My dick is still hard. I know I’m an asshole for fantasizing about what we were about to do, but I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before.

  “Yes, now get that sexy ass into your bedroom and make up for the mild concussion you just gave me,” she orders, with another heel kick into my rear.

  I flash her a quick grin. “Yes ma’am.”

  We make it to the bed without another mishap and I lower Lucy to her back. Our eyes are locked on each other as I come down until we’re chest to chest, my hips rocking into her pelvis. Her lids close at the contact. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I flick open the button on her shorts and her breath stutters when my fingers brush her stomach. The metallic hiss of her lowering zipper disrupts the silence surrounding us. She eagerly raises her hips as I tear the shorts down her long legs. She wants this as much as I do.

  Staring at her bare from the waist down, my mouth goes dry. “No underwear?” I croak out the question.

  She shrugs, eyes flashing up at me mischievously. “What can I say? I was being optimistic.”

  “Fuck,” I growl, running a finger along her wet slit. “You’re soaked for me.”

  “I am. What are you going to do about it?”

  Slipping my finger between my lips, I suck her juices clean. “First I’m going to get the rest of these clothes off so I can see every inch of you.” I tug her shirt over her head and throw it over my shoulder. She has her bra off by the time it lands on the floor. I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s ready to get this show on the road. “Then I’m going to lick every inch of your pussy until you come.”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Oh, you like the sound of that, do you?”

  “Mhm.” She nods. “Get naked,” she orders, biting on her bottom lip.

  “Do you like to give instructions in bed, Lucy?” My fingers pull my shirt over my head.

  Her breath hitches as she sees my bare chest in person for the first time. “N-n-no.”

  “No?” I smirk.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I haven’t had sex in a long time.”

  “How long are we talking?”

  “Three years.”

  I can’t hide the surprised and somewhat confused expression on my face. How has she avoided male attention for this long?

  “Is that a turn off?” she asks with uncertainty.

  “Fuck no. Everything about you is perfect.” I snap into action, stripping off the rest of my clothing in record time. I even remember to grab the condom from the back pocket on my jeans. Dropping it on the nightstand, I kneel between her legs and lower my upper body until her taut nipples nudge my chest. Brushing a kiss over her lips, I grip her hands and direct them to the iron slats on my headboard. “Hold on tight and don’t let go until I say you can. This might get a little rough.” Seeing her arms raised above her head and her hands clasped around the bars, is a fantasy come to life.

  “Oh God.” She trembles from head to toe and a shiver runs down her curvy frame.

  “I haven’t even touched you yet, Luce and you’re already quivering.” Dragging my nose up her neck, I breathe in the fruity scent of her. My mouth glides along the length of her elegant neck, laying delicate kisses in a row until I reach the bottom. Pressing a soft kiss between her collar bones, I trail the tip of my nose straight down to nuzzle the smooth skin between her tits.

  “Please,” she moans.

  My lips slide to her nipple, sucking it into my mouth. She tastes sweet and the sensation of her pebbled flesh on my tongue is unparalleled. I move over to the other side, teasing the hard tip with the end of my tongue then tug it between my teeth.

  “Please, Magnus,” she moans, bucking her hips.

  I grin, backing down the bed, knowing what she needs. The first swipe of my tongue has her whimpering. The second one has me me growling against her wet slit, “you taste so fucking good.”

  She moans and her hands forcefully grip my head, fingernails digging into my scalp.

  “I didn’t say you could move your hands. Get them back where they belong.”

  Her fingers flex and tug, before she obeys my command.

  Gripping the inside of her knees, I spread her legs apart and bury my face in her pink pussy. Sucking and licking every slick inch, I listen to her response and drive her closer to her orgasm. Nibbling on her clit with my teeth sends her over the edge. She raggedly moans out her release as I reach for the condom. Tearing the wrapper open with my teeth, my hands are sure as I slide it down over my steel hard cock. I can’t re
member ever wanting someone this much before.

  Catching hold of both ankles, I tug her to the edge of the bed. Her hands release their hold on the frame leaving her arms stretched out on the mattress above her head. She looks amazing and more captivating than any woman I’ve ever seen.

  My hands slide up the outside of her lean legs, gripping her hips and raising them off the bed until she’s resting on her shoulders. Her legs wrap around my hips as I thrust into her hard; I’ve lost the ability to wait any longer.

  “Oh god,” Lucy moans while I fight the urge to slam into her like a fucking battering ram. Slowly, I draw back and push inside her again. Air whistles from between my clenched teeth with each exhale as I continue at a leisurely pace.

  “Fuck me, please.” Her green passion filled eyes plead up at me.

  “Is that what you want?”

  “Yes, do it.”

  Picking her up from the bed, a feral growl escapes me. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding on tight as I raise her up and down my cock. Moving to the wall, I press her back against the cold surface and drop my face to her neck. Breathing her scent in as her pussy squeezes my dick with each stroke, I barely hold off from exploding.

  “Oh God, this is just what I wanted,” Lucy whispers in my ear.

  My lips trail over the delicate skin of her neck as my hips thrust faster and harder driving both of us closer to our imminent release. When I bite the skin below her ear she shrieks, trembling from her orgasm. Her pussy clenches down on me and I can’t hold on any longer. I come moaning her name and gasping for air.

  Resting my forehead against hers, I hold us in place until we both calm down. Raising my head, I stare into deep green, sparkling eyes. “You’re incredible,” I say, sweeping a kiss over her lips. My knees are weak as I carry her back to my bed and lay down with her still in my arms.

  “What’s wrong?” I inquire sleepily when she sits up. I must have dozed off and lost track of time.

  “Nothing. It’s getting late and I need to get home.” Her words are like a bucket of cold water dousing me.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”

  “Magnus, this is…” she pauses.

  “Just sex, I know.”

  “That’s not what I was going to say.” She brushes her hair back from her eyes and slips from the bed. She slides her shorts on followed by her bra and shirt. It’s a shame she has to cover up that gorgeous body. I was hoping for another round of hot sex followed by some cuddling. I was thinking that she’d be more relaxed after another orgasm and possibly be willing to open up more about her past.

  “I really do need to get home. I don’t want to impose on Avery for too long.”

  I rise and tug my boxer briefs on, resigned that she’s leaving. “I understand. You don’t need to explain yourself.”

  “Thanks for understanding.” She smiles weakly.

  “I’ll walk you out.” I catch her hand and we head to the door stolling next to one another. Once we’re outside, her feet freeze in place.

  “Don’t you think you should put more clothes on?”

  “Lucy, who’s going to see me out here? My nearest neighbor isn’t close enough to tell or care what I’m wearing. Come on, let me see you safely in your car.” Her feet move slowly as if she doesn’t want to leave, but I’m sure I must be imagining it; wishful thinking on my part. In actuality I think this might be the last time she intends to be here. I hope that’s not the case though.

  I open her door and once she’s seated, I lean in, gently brushing my lips over hers. “I had a great night. When can I see you again?” I question. There’s no sense in pretending she’s not having doubts. Giant ones by how wide her eyes are now that I’ve asked.

  “Umm, I’m not sure. This week is kinda busy for me.”

  Yeah, that’s what I figured. “Sure. I’ll talk to you soon. Be careful driving home.” I step back and close the door between us, immediately moving toward the front entrance of my house. There’s no reason to drag it all out with a long goodbye.

  “Magnus,” she calls out.

  Stopping, I pivot around and glance back to find her head angled out the window. “I had a great time too.” Chewing on her bottom lip, she searches for the words to say. “I just wanted you to know.”

  “Thanks,” I nod, pressing my lips together in a tight smile. When I step inside the front door, I can’t resist one more look in her direction. Regret washes over me as I watch her tail lights move further away. My Timber experience has turned out to be a forlorn attempt to put myself out there once more and I wish I hadn’t. Being alone was something I was used dealing with and I was content with my life. Now, after getting to know Lucy, after feeling and tasting her, I’m not sure how I’ll ever get back to that place.

  When you know what you’re missing how do you push it out of your mind?

  15

  Lucy

  “Are you going to get that? Avery asks.

  “What?” I play dumb, even though I know very well what she’s referring to.

  “Your cell. Either someone’s got the wrong number or someone really wants to talk to you.”

  I brush her off and continue to shuffle my feet around the back of the shop. “I’ve been getting alot of calls from a weird number,” I confess. It’s not a lie, but it’s also not the person who’s blowing up my phone right now. “Why are you not at work with Wes today?”

  “We’ve already had this conversation. Have you been listening to anything I say?”

  The word no is at the tip of my tongue, but I know that will only invite a flurry of questions I’m not keen on answering. It’s been a hell of a few weeks and I don’t think I’ve wholeheartedly paid attention to anything, except the sound of my head and heart arguing about Magnus and the way I left his house after we had sex.

  I’ve dismissed him, and everything about the moment we shared. Ignoring his calls and his texts, I’ve treated him horribly, with the intention he forget about me and move right on.

  I knew he was getting deep under my skin, with the phone calls, the texts, the simple art of paying attention to every detail, and the sincerity in everything he does. His ability to fuck like a rockstar didn’t help either. He now has me feeling things that weren’t part of the plan. The worst part is I opened the door and let him in, just to shove him out when it all got too much. The sound of the phone ringing again is the salt I insist on having sprinkled on my wounds. I’m all fucked up, rejecting him, hoping he’ll give up, yet dreading the moment he actually does.

  “Lucy are you okay? Did something happen?” Her shoulder rubs up to mine, and her silence offers all the support I need. “A few weeks ago, you were on cloud nine and now you look like someone broke your heart.”

  I want to tell her I broke my own heart, but I know my sister well enough to know she’ll try and convince me to take a chance on Magnus. She’ll tell me I’m being stupid and self sabotaging. She’ll spew every single word I said to her about Wes, and tell me I’m ruining what could be the best thing to ever happen to me. Like always, Avery will tell me the truth.

  “I’m good. Just feeling a bit under the weather,” I lie. “Are you going to tell me why you’re here and not at work?”

  “It’s Lumberjack competition week, remember? Wes is in training mode, throwing around his axe by day and sticking it into me by night.”

  “Why do you insist on mentioning his dick every second of the day?”

  “Because it’s a nice, thick, big ol’ dick,” she says with a wink.

  “I didn’t sign up for this shit.”

  “Is this because you’re now a born again virgin?”

  “Why? Why do you insist on draining my fucking soul with all the shit you say?”

  “Draining your soul? That’s a new one,” she exclaims, rolling her eyes. “Why don’t you tone down the drama a bit?”

  “Tone down the drama?” I snap. “Can you just do me a solid and never talk about your boyfriend’s dick in fro
nt of me again?”

  “Fine, but you’re going to meet us at the lumberjack competition tomorrow, right? Bring mom and Jeremiah.”

  “Yes. I said I’ll be there.” The competition has been on the calendar all year, and no matter how much I would rather sit in my room and stare at Magnus in the privacy of my own home, I owe it to Wes, to support one of the biggest moments of his career. It’s a known fact whoever wins, has sponsorship deals thrown at them left right and center, as well as their business for that year doubling in profit. I might be torn up about my feelings for Magnus, but that doesn’t change the fact Wes is family and he deserves good things.

  “Good because you know Wes wants us all there when he kicks Magnus’ ass. And you don’t want to miss an opportunity to perve on Magnus do you?”

  “Of course not,” I say, playing along with the charade. “Who doesn’t want to see him in action?”

  “Right? I really just can’t wait to tease Wes. The sex after is so fucking good.”

  “Aaaannd, that’s your cue to leave.” Pushing her out of the shop door, I close it and let my body sag to the floor in relief. The one bad thing about Avery being home for good is it takes everything I have to keep a secret from her. Maybe tomorrow I won’t have a choice but to let the cat out of the bag.

  The crowd cheers as the numbers on the screen turn in Wes’ favor. Jeremiah and Avery can barely contain their excitement, while my mother watches me with her all knowing eyes. I’ve done my best to avoid staring at Magnus, but seeing him in his element has me reminiscing the way his strong, calloused hands feel all over my body.

  Avery sprints down the stairs to meet Wes, with Jeremiah bouncing around on the spot desperate to follow her.

  “Moooom, please can we go see Wes. Pleeeaasssee,” he whines.

  “If you promise to walk down the steps carefully, Grandma and I will be just behind you.” The whole sentence doesn’t even reach his ears and he’s already on Avery’s heels excited to congratulate Wes.

  Linking arms with mom, we slowly walk toward the crowd, when I feel mom’s hands squeeze my forearm.