Quarantined With the Lumberjack (Locked Up Together Book 2)

by Kitty Jones

  “I missed you, too.”

  “How did writing go?”

  “I finished it,” she said, and she suddenly felt so damn proud saying that out loud that she almost wanted to cry.

  “You finished?” He sounded happy for her, and it was the first time Luna could remember that someone actually sounded like they really cared about her and her work.

  “It’s only the first draft,” she said carefully. “It still needs to be polished, and I still have to defend it.”

  “Still,” he said proudly. “The biggest chunk of work is done. You finished your research. Damn, baby. How should we celebrate?”

  “Hmmm,” she said, looking him up and down. “I wonder…”

  He laughed and pulled her off of the stool and into his arms. He ran his hands through her hair and kissed her over and over again.

  “So fucking proud of you,” he said. Then he lifted her up, carried her to the bedroom, and tossed her on the bed.

  He was on her in an instant: growling and biting at her neck. He tugged her clothes off effortlessly and soon she was naked beneath him.

  “Is this how we celebrate?” She laughed. “I love it. I should write papers more often.”

  “Baby, we can celebrate like this if you do a good workout or make a great meal or even if you just feel happy with your life in general,” he said. “I’ll celebrate with you any damn time you want.”

  “Really?”

  “Promise,” he said, and he kissed her again.

  He stripped out of his own clothes and tossed them aside. They landed on the floor, probably beside hers, and then he was over her. Just like the first time they were together, she looked up at him and grinned. She was happy with him. Thrilled. He made her feel like she was on top of the world, and even though they’d been stuck together for almost two weeks, she wasn’t tired of him at all yet.

  Then, suddenly, all at once, it hit her that their time together was almost over.

  Once the stores opened up, and the roads were open again, and they were free to travel…

  What then?

  Was she really ready to walk away from him?

  Was she really ready to walk away from what they’d been experiencing?

  The thought of returning home was sobering to her, and she didn’t want to go. That was the reality that she was suddenly facing. She just did not want to go.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Suddenly, he was no longer on top of her. He’d sensed her confusion and her sadness, and he had climbed beside her. He pulled her into his arms so that she was looking up at him.

  “Luna?”

  “I’m…”

  “What is it?”

  How could she tell him this?

  How could she express what she was feeling without being crazy?

  “I have a problem,” she whispered.

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m scared.”

  There.

  She said it.

  She spit it out and the world didn’t end.

  She was so, so scared.

  “Of what?” He asked. Then she looked up at him and actually met his gaze. She knew in that moment that she could tell him. He wouldn’t think she was crazy. After all, he’d been here with her the whole time. He knew what she was like, and he knew what she was feeling. If anyone understood, it was him. If anyone got her, it was him.

  “Of saying goodbye to you.”

  “You mean because the quarantine is ending.”

  “Yes.”

  “You don’t want this to end.”

  “No.”

  Brody looked at her for a long time, and then he nodded.

  “I don’t want this to end, either,” he finally said, and the way he spoke made her feel like he was being real with her, and honest. This wasn’t the type of situation where she was going to drive away and he’d just ghost her.

  No, he meant it.

  She could tell.

  “Are we nuts?”

  “No.”

  “Your grandmother is going to think we’re crazy.”

  He laughed and shook his head.

  “Did she mention to you how she met my grandfather?”

  “No.” They hadn’t spent that much time together: only an hour or so. They’d had a great time talking, but that was all it had been: talking. Mostly, they’d talked about the project. Now Luna realized she’d messed up. She should have asked more personal questions. It would have been a great chance to get to know Caroline a little better.

  “They met at a pub,” he said, shaking his head. “My grandfather took her home and she just never left. Five kids later and the rest is history.”

  “Five kids?”

  “Five,” Brody nodded.

  “And it was a one night stand?”

  That was basically what she and Brody had experienced. Well, it hadn’t just been one night, but now she never wanted it to end.

  “One night, and they knew. Sometimes, you just know. Luna, with you, I know.”

  Her heart swelled, and she shook her head because she did not want to cry in front of him. Not over this, but she felt like he was right because she felt it, too.

  “Brody, are you saying you want to date me?”

  “I’m saying I want more than that, sweetheart, but I’m willing to take it one day at a time. Let’s not say goodbye just yet, okay?”

  “Okay,” she whispered, and she reached for him, pulling him close.

  She didn’t want to say goodbye, either. Not to Brody. Not to the man who made her heart sing, and finally, it seemed like she’d found someone who agreed with her on that. He was just as enamored with her as she was with him, and that was honestly kind of wonderful.

  Epilogue

  She graduated with honors, and then Luna packed up all of her stuff and moved to the mountains to be with Brody. She needed to be with him. It wasn’t even a question. She hadn’t been expecting to fall in love with a guy like him. She hadn’t been expecting to fall in love with anyone, actually, but she’d found him, and she couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

  As she pulled into the cabin, Luna smiled. She couldn’t quite believe just how lucky she’d gotten. What had started off as research for her paper had blossomed into so much more. It was incredible, really, and she couldn’t quite believe it had happened to her.

  He was standing on the porch of their home: her lumberjack. He was tall and fit and muscular, and she hurried out of the car and ran to him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. It had only been a week since she’d seem him last, but it had been a week too long.

  “Hey beautiful,” he said, kissing her softly.

  “Hi handsome.”

  “I missed you.”

  “Missed you more.”

  “Impossible.”

  She ran her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she kissed him just a little bit more. Oh, Luna knew she would never get tired of kissing this guy. Not him. Not ever.

  “I love you,” he whispered, and when Luna looked up at Brody, she knew that he meant it. More than anything else in the world, he meant those very special words, and she loved him for it. Adored him. Luna knew that the two of them were about to embark on a wonderful adventure, and she couldn’t wait to get started.

  Just her and her lumberjack.

  THE END

  Author

  Kitty Jones writes stories about naughty girls and their Dominant Daddies. She also writes paranormal and science fiction erotica. When she’s not busy writing, she’s traveling the world with her nose stuck in a book. Please join her mailing list for updates and be sure to follow her on Amazon.

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  The Doctor’s Naughty Little

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  Melanie Blake didn’t want to go to her doctor’s appointment. She sat in the parking lot and looked at the clinic. It looked…cold:
cold and unwelcoming. She didn’t want to go, didn’t want to step inside those doors. It held nothing for her. There was nothing good in there: nothing at all.

  Only, she knew that she had to pluck up the courage it would take to walk through those doors. She needed to visit the doctor. She needed to go inside and she needed to talk to someone and there was nothing else that could be done about it.

  It was all her fault, really.

  That’s why she was there.

  She had made a bad choice, slept with a bad person, and now she had to face the consequences of those actions.

  And oh, were those actions so not worth it.

  Sleeping with one person might have been enough on its own, but she’d slept with several, and she hadn’t been very careful or safe or sane about it. Consensual? Yeah, it had all been consensual, and it had been fun, but it hadn’t sated her desires. It hadn’t given her what she really needed.

  And now she was here.

  She was at the doctor’s office and soon she was going to go inside and face the consequences of what she’d done. She was going to be brave and bold and she was going to be fierce. Slay. That’s what she was going to do: fucking slay.

  She’d hesitated long enough, though, and finally, Melanie decided to get out of the car. She slammed the door shut harder than she should have. For a second, she thought about apologizing to her little Saturn, but she thought twice. She was already being punished by coming to this appointment. She didn’t need to traumatize herself further by saying she was sorry to a hunk of metal.

  She went into the doctor’s office and walked up to the receptionist’s desk. Melanie tried to breathe normally. She could do this. She could be normal. Only, part of her thought that she couldn’t. She had never really fit in and she certainly didn’t fit in now. Not here in the doctor’s office.

  The clinic was full, which was probably to be expected for a Monday afternoon. People were here with their kids and their grandmothers. Everyone needed to get a checkup today, apparently, but she was the only one here for the kind of check that she needed, and that made Melanie feel embarrassed.

  “Can I help you?” The receptionist asked. She had dark black hair and it was pinned up in a neat bun. It was a little intimidating, but Melanie tried to remind herself that the woman wasn’t here to judge her. The lady wasn’t interested in that. She was just doing her job.

  “Hi,” Melanie said. “I have an appointment with Dr. Grey.”

  “What time is your appointment?”

  “Two-thirty.”

  “Name?”

  “Melanie Blake.”

  “Okay, Melanie. Is your insurance information the same?”

  “Yes.”

  “Have a seat,” the receptionist motioned to the office. “And we’ll call you back as soon as we can.”

  “Thanks,” Melanie said, remembering her manners. She headed over to one of the chairs and sat down next to a lady who was bouncing a little baby on her knee. The kid had a carefree life, Melanie thought. Seriously. That kid didn’t have a thing in the world to worry about, did he? He could do anything, be anyone. He could do whatever. All he had to worry about was his mom, and she would take care of him.

  Sometimes Melanie wished her life could be more like that.

  It wasn’t, though.

  Instead, her life was a series of bad choices that had severe consequences. Namely, they wasted her time. She shouldn’t have partied last week. She shouldn’t have done anything she’d done because now, not only was she sitting at the doctor’s office, but she was also without a job. Who knew how long she’d be unemployed? Finding a new job wasn’t always easy. It could be weeks or even a month before she had a new place to work.

  Shit.

  She might have to move back in with her mother.

  Just then, she heard her name.

  “Melanie,” a friendly nurse called from the doorway. Melanie tried not to pay attention to the people staring as she made her way over. She had essentially skipped the line, but she wasn’t sure why. Once they were in the back hallway, she looked at the nurse.

  “Shouldn’t those other people be first?” She asked.

  The nurse shook her head. “They’re seeing Dr. Shelly today. Besides,” the nurse said, tapping the chart. “Dr. Grey thinks you need to be seen urgently.”

  “Urgently?” Melanie gulped. “Why urgently?”

  The nurse gave her a strange look, but shook her head.

  “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you into the exam room.”

  Once they were in the room, the nurse weighed Melanie, took her blood pressure, and asked her a few questions about current medications. Then she asked the question that Melanie had been dreading.

  “Okay,” she said. “Tell me, what brings you in here today?”

  “Uh, where do I start?” Melanie laughed nervously. Was there any way she could just ask the doctor her questions? Did she really have to ask the nurse, too? That didn’t seem very fair. To be honest, the nurse seemed kind of nice. She reminded Melanie of a friendly grandmother, even though the lady was probably only 40 or 50 years old. It was still much older than Melanie. At 23, she was very aware of her youth and her ignorance. It kept getting her into trouble, after all.

  “Start from the beginning,” the nurse said gently. She watched Melanie, listening carefully, and Melanie shrugged.

  The beginning?

  Okay, she could do that.

  She tried to think of a way to explain her situation without sounding like a total and complete slut, only she couldn’t. She bit her lip and shook her head. Finally, she blurted it out.

  “I had sex last week with some people,” she said loudly. Too loudly. There were people walking around in the hallway. She imagined they were standing outside of the door listening, but that would be crazy.

  “Okay,” the nurse said. “So do you need to be checked for pregnancy?”

  “No, I…I’m on the pill.”

  “Did you use protection?” The nurse asked gently.

  Melanie just shook her head.

  “Okay,” the nurse said. “So you had unprotected sex last week and you’d like to talk to Dr. Grey about it.”

  “Yes,” she said.

  This time, her voice came out like a whisper, and she felt the heat of a blush erupting on her face. She couldn’t bear the fact that the nurse knew her secret now. She didn’t want anyone else to know.

  Maybe she should just run away.

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  Punishing the Babysitter

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  Marcus didn't want to go home after work because it meant dealing with Vanessa. He was pretty sure she'd been stealing from him, but he couldn't be completely sure. Vanessa was his babysitter. Her job was to come over and watch Trisha while Marcus was at work. That was it. More importantly, it was only for two hours every day.

  Vanessa watched Trisha from 3:30 to 5:30 every day after school. Trisha was in the second grade and was old enough to ride the bus home, but she still needed someone to walk her home from the bus stop, make her a snack, and help her get started with her homework.

  That was supposed to be Vanessa's job. Until a few days ago, everything had been fine. Then Marcus had noticed a few problems happening.

  First off, the twenty bucks he'd left on his nightstand was gone. That should have been the first warning. He was too trusting, though, and everyone knew it. That had always been one of his problems.

  The second sign that she'd been stealing was that his favorite watch had seemingly vanished. At first, he thought he'd simply misplaced it, but now he knew better.

  The final straw was that yesterday after Vanessa left, he noticed his wallet was open on the coffee table. He never left his wallet on the coffee table. The only place he ever left his wallet was on the table by the front entrance.

  When he'd opened the wallet later, he saw that he was short ten dol
lars. Seriously? He paid her so much money and now he was out ten dollars on top of her normal wages.

  Enough was enough.

  Marcus had even gone to the trouble of casually asking Trisha if she'd taken any money from Daddy's wallet. He didn't want to jump to conclusions. After all, if he accused Vanessa of stealing from him, there was no going back.

  But Trisha had said it wasn't her.

  She claimed that she hadn't taken any money and that she knew her daddy would take care of her.

  Well, today was the day. Marcus was going to confront Vanessa. He'd already arranged for his mom to pick up Trisha at 5:25. She would be there around the same time as Marcus. Then he could talk to Vanessa privately before he drove her home.

  At least, he'd offer to drive her home.

  She might not want it after he fired her.

  Because he would have to.

  Wouldn't he?

  That's what you did when someone stole from you, especially a babysitter. Marcus sighed and stared at the clock. It was almost time to go home. It was time to face the music and talk with the babysitter about her bad behavior. It was time to let her know that naughty girls didn't get rewarded. Not at his home.