by Kori Hart
Saved by the lumberjack
An Alpha Male & BBW Romance
Kori Hart
Saved by the Lumberjack Copyright © 2019 by Kori Hart.
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Cover designed by Kori Hart
Editing by EmCat Designs
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Printed in the United States of America
First Printing: Oct 2019
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
About The Author
Chapter One
Anna
No, no, no. This wasn’t happening.
One minute I was driving along, singing to my favorite song, and the next my car was spinning out of control. The ice came out of nowhere.
My car kept sliding. I had no idea how I would stop or where I'd end up. It felt like an eternity but then everything came to an abrupt stop. I jerked forward and my forehead smashed against the steering wheel.
“Ow…” I groaned.
I kept my head there for a moment and tried to catch my breath. My heart was racing, and I was too scared to move. What if I was injured?
It took a long time for my heart to stop racing and my breathing to return to normal. Adrenaline was still racing through and it was pushing me into survival mode. I had to move. I couldn’t sit there, leaning against the steering wheel forever.
I slowly lifted my head and looked out the driver’s side window. My car was in a ditch, facing the wrong direction. I had to remind myself that things could have been worse.
I started to examine my body, searching for injuries. As far as I could tell, I was still in one piece other than a bit of blood on my forehead.
I was happy to see the keys were still in the ignition. I wanted to get out of there. I gave them a turn, hoping the engine would start without a problem. My plan was to drive out of this ditch and be on my way. Nothing happened, so I tried again. A loud screeching noise pierced my ears followed by a grinding noise. I quickly turned the keys back. Whatever that was, it wasn’t normal.
I looked through the windshield and rolled my eyes. All I could see was the hood smashed up so bad I couldn’t see anything else. I wondered what the rest of my car looked like. I put my hand on the doorknob and pushed on it. It didn’t budge.
I tried again. Nothing.
Things were getting worse.
Needing a Plan B, I looked out the driver’s side window again. I stared at the grass for a moment, feeling like nothing would work. Then I realized, I could fit through the window. Feeling excited and hopeful, I reached down and hit the window’s power switch. The glass didn’t move. I hit it a few more times, praying something would happen.
Nothing.
For a split second, I thought I could break the glass, but I knew I wasn’t strong enough nor brave enough to attempt it.
I looked to the passenger side. My purse fell over, dumping out onto the seat. My lip gloss, a few hair ties and my cell phone were the only things on the seat. I grabbed my phone with a glimmer of hope.
As I expected, no service.
“Shoot,” I said in frustration, tossing my phone back to the seat.
I undid my seat belt and threw my body against the door, hoping it would move this time. No luck and I might have given myself a bruise.
I rubbed my arm and glanced back to the other door. I wondered if I could get that door open. It was worth a try. Anything was at this point.
It took some gymnastics to maneuver myself around. I ended up straddled across the center console with my knees on the driver’s seat and my hands on the passenger side. I reached out to grab the door handle and my fingertips barely brushed against it.
My adrenaline was still in full effect and I was growing more and more frustrated. I wanted to get out of this damn car. I wouldn’t say I’m claustrophobic, but it might be true after this.
I needed to reach that handle, and the console wasn’t moving. Maybe if I leaned back and then flung myself forward, the momentum would allow me to grab the handle. It seemed to work in movies. Then again, the movies usually meant a mysterious hunk showed up to save the damsel in distress.
Well, I was in distress. I can definitely pretend to be a damsel.
After a deep breath, I leaned back. My ass got shoved into the air but I didn’t care. I had my sights set on my target. I was focused and determined to make this happen. The second before I launched myself across the car, a loud knock startled me so much that my hands slid out and I got the center compartment straight the gut.
I let out an ‘oomph’ and slumped back. With a glance over my shoulder, all I could see was red flannel in the window.
What the hell?
With a little twist, I got back into the seat. I looked back out the window and a man with a full beard was staring back at me.
I screamed.
His mouth moved but I couldn’t hear him. He dipped his head down just enough to look me in the eye and his piercing blue eyes shut me up faster than my grandma’s double fudge chocolate cake. A feeling washed over me as my eyes stayed locked on his. This handsome bearded stranger made me feel safe.
Then he moved, and it took me a second to realize what he wanted. I shook my head.
“I can’t open the window!” I shouted. “Everything is automatic and my car won’t start!”
He tried the door again, and the metal groaned under the pressure, but it still wouldn’t open.
And that was when I started to notice it.
Smoke.
Paul
White smoke started to pour out of the engine and drift into the cab. The fear I saw in her brown eyes triggered something in me.
I grabbed the door handle one more time and pulled on it as hard as I could. It separated away from the frame but not enough. I gave it another yank, and it only moved an inch before the handle came off into my hand. I tossed it to the side and put both hands around the exposed edge of the door.
I let out a growl, using all of my strength to pull on the door.
Hinges popped. Metal groaned. The door slowly started to move. Then it snapped and fell to the ground.
Smoke started to pour out of the car. The smoke was so thick it was hard to see. I waited by the brown-eyed beauty wasn’t getting out. Fearing the worse, I reached in and wrapped my arms around what I suspected was her body. When she was safely in my arms, I walked back to my truck.
Her eyes remained closed as I held her against me. I got the passenger door open and placed her gently inside. I looked at her face and paused.
She was the most beautiful woman in the world.
I started to worry when she didn’t open her eyes. Carefully, I moved my hand to check her pulse on her neck and felt a rush. Her skin as so soft.
I stood there, waiting.
It took a few seconds before her eyes started to flutter open.
“Where’s my purse?” She asked in a soft voice, not bothering to lift her head or look around.
I looked down, thinking she might have had it with her but it wasn’t. I looked back to her car.
The smoke was getting worse, but the lady needed her purse.
I went back to the car and got hit by a wall of smoke. I pushed through, nothing would stop me. Having seen the inside of her car for a moment before the smoke started, I remembered seeing her purse on the passenger seat. I reached in through the thick cloud and grabbed a hold of the leather straps.
“I hope I got everything,” I said, handing over the black bag to the woman when I returned to her.
She gave me a smile and my heart fluttered. I’ve never felt like this before but then again, I’ve never met a girl like her before.
Chapter Two
Paul
It wasn’t a long drive back to my cabin. Every quarter of a mile or so, I would look over at the woman sitting beside me. She didn’t ask where we were going or what to do about her car. She seemed content in being away from everything.
If I could, I would have ripped that car in two. She didn’t deserve to be so scared. Knowing that she had been caused so much fear made my blood boil.
I finally turned down a dirt road and looked at her again. She was staring at the trees as if she had never seen them up close. It made me wonder about her. Who she was and where she was from. I wanted to know every secret she had, every detail about her life and discover every freckle on her perfect body.
Nobody had ever made me want all of that. But this girl, she was far from a nobody.
The trees started to thin out until we were in a large clearing. My log cabin sat in the center with green grass all around and a creek off to the left.
I put the truck in park and killed the engine before I looked back to her. She was staring wide eyed out the windshield and I smiled. I wish I had a camera.
“Would you like to go inside?” I asked softly.
She slowly turned her head and looked into my eyes. The warmth I felt, seeing her curious expression, was like a blanket I never knew I needed.
My smile grew, and I hoped that she would consider my offer.
“Is this your house?” She finally asked, and I nodded.
“I built it myself,” I added. Her eyes went wide.
“Seriously?”
I nodded again.
“I had some help from my brothers, my dad and a few coworkers. But it was my design.” I hoped that didn't disappoint her.
She looked at the house and then back to me.
“It’s beautiful,” She said in awe.
“It looks better inside,” I said with a shrug. “That is if I remembered to do the dishes and pick up my dirty clothes.”
She laughed. It was the type of laugh that warmed your soul. Something that you wished would go on forever. I wanted to be the one to make her laugh like that for the rest of her life.
“Let’s go in and I can look at your head,” I suggested, undoing my seat belt. I didn’t wait for her to protest as I got. I walked around to her side and opened the door.
I had her lean against me as we walked to the house and up to the front door. My arm was around her, doing my best to keep her steady. The plan had been to carry her, but she refused. I was quickly learning how stubborn and independent this beauty was.
“Welcome to my home,” I said when we walked in through the front door. I kicked off my boots and then hung up my flannel jacket.
“Your house… it’s… you really designed this?” She asked, trying to take everything in from the front entrance.
“I did. I drew up the blueprints and everything.” I wasn’t one to blow my own horn, but this was one of my greatest achievements.
“Wow.”
I looked at her face and smiled. I had no idea if she had ever been inside a log cabin before but if I had to make a wager, I would bet no.
I waited a few more minutes, taking time to admire her, before I finally pulled myself away to get the first aid kit.
“Please take a seat on the couch,” I told her, walking back into the great room. She was still standing at the doorway and I motioned her over.
“Don’t make me come and get you,” I threatened with a laugh. “I will pick you up and put you where I want you.”
Her eyes moved back to mine as a smile formed on her lips. “Is that a promise?”
“Cross my heart,” I told her whole heartedly.
Her smile grew, and she began to walk towards me. As she got closer, I started to walk towards the couch. I had to. The way she looked at me made me want to kiss her.
I didn’t even know her name!
“Please take a seat.” I motioned towards the couch.
She brushed against my body, the scent of her perfume hitting me. My knees went weak, and I kneeled in front of her as she finally took a seat.
“Tell me about yourself.” She spoke softly as she scooted to the edge of the couch. Her knees were on either side of me and I tried not to think about what I wanted to do to her.
I looked to her forehead, but I was struggling. I wanted to look at her large breasts that caused her t-shirt to stretch tight against them. I wanted to look at the spot between her legs and wonder if I could feel the heat coming off of her. I wanted to take her in and picture what her perfectly plump body would look like in my bed.
All the mental pictures in my head made my cock twitch.
“What would you like to know?” I asked. My voice had grown a little husky, and I was sure she could tell.
Anna
I bit my lower lip. I had to. His voice sent shivers down my spine. The heat between my legs was increasing and all I could think about was wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer.
“Everything,” I finally said, and he laughed. His deep chuckle came up from his belly and I loved how it spread across his face, lighting up all of his features.
“Okay, maybe not everything.” I smiled at him when our eyes met. “Well, the first thing I should know is your name.”
“My name…” He had a mischievous smirk on his face. “What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know,” I exclaimed with a laugh. “That’s why I asked.”
He laughed again and shook his head. Some of his dark brown hair fell down in his eyes and I reached up to brush it back. His laughter stopped and our eyes met. My heart started to race, and I felt butterflies I’ve experienced before.
“My name…” He started to say, and I realized then how close our faces were.
Chapter Three
Anna
“My name is Paul.”
“Paul…” I repeated with a big smile. “You look like a Paul.”
He laughed as he pulled out a cleaning wipe.
“You’re kind of like Paul Bunyan. Tall, muscular, beard, big flannel jacket, pickup, log cabin. It’s practically oozing out of you,” I teased, touching his arm with a couple of my fingers. “Though I don’t remember Paul Bunyan having any tattoos.”
“What would you say if I told you I was a lumberjack?” He asked with a smirk.
I started to laugh but noticed that he didn’t seem to be teasing.
“You’re serious.”
He nodded and gently put the wet wipe to my forehead. I winced, and he pulled away.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” He apologized.
“It’s okay. It wasn’t that bad. I was more startled,” I told him with a smile. My hand went to rest on his arm and I rubbed it a little.
“So, you’re a lumberjack… how long have you being doing that?” I asked curiously.
“Pretty much my entire life. My pa is a lumberjack and his pa was one before that. Even my great grandpa was a lumberjack. My brothers are all lumberjacks. Some might say it’s in our blood.” He smiled while he spoke. I’m guessing he was thinking about his family, his work, the legacy they were leaving.
“It explains how you guys could build this house. I’m sure it’s a solid structure and would outlast many homes out there.” I brushed some
hair from my face as he continued to clean up my forehead.
“I didn’t realize they still needed lumberjacks,” I admitted when he said nothing. “Especially in a town like Seaview.”
“You’re talking about the city though, right?” He looked at me for a moment before applying a small band aid.
“I suppose I am. That’s where I live but I guess the city stretches way out there.” I thought about it more and realized that the city included more than just the tall buildings, a maze of roads and volume of people
I looked at Paul’s face and wondered what his life was like way out here in the woods.
“Have you ever lived in the city?” I asked curiously.
“Never wanted to,” He answered. “I’ve only gone a few times. Not really for me.”
I frowned.
“Have you ever lived in the woods?” He was turning the question on me and I probably deserved it.
I shook my head and tucked some hair behind my ear. “Never wanted to,” I answered with a smile. I bit my lower lip for a second to keep from smiling too much. “I’ve never been camping or anything like that. But unlike you, I don’t know if it’s for me. I’ve never had the opportunity.”
He lifted an eyebrow, and I wondered what he was thinking.
“Someday I’ll go camping. I only need to find someone who can tell me the best spots and what gear I would need.” I looked into his crystal blue eyes as I spoke, hoping that he would take the hint.
“I could help.”
The smile on his face stretched from ear to ear and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“I would appreciate that very much.”
Neither of us could look away. The entire world disappeared around us and all that mattered was each other. I wanted to reach out and touch him, trace every tattoo. I wondered how hard his muscles were or how his beard felt against my skin. I got a hint at how soft his brown hair was, but I wanted more. I needed more.
I forgot the first aid kit as Paul moved up to sit beside me on the couch. Neither of us looking away. He sat so close to me we were practically touching. I was on the verge of asking why he left a one inch gap between us but he spoke before I had the chance.
