Lumberjack (A Real Man, 1) Page 3

  The sound of the fire crackling didn’t stop the hum of lust moving through me. I grabbed a few more logs and put them in the fireplace, stoking it with a poker. I was trying to keep myself busy and my mind off shit that I shouldn’t even be thinking about.

  And then the bathroom door opened, and I couldn’t help but look.

  Vivian had my robe wrapped tightly around her, the material so oversized I couldn’t help thinking she looked cute in it. She had her hand up by her neck, clutching at the lapels and looking nervous.

  Moving over to the chair and sitting down by the fire, I gestured to the plate and water. “If you’re hungry.” I kept my head slightly lowered as I watched her approach.

  She sat down across from me, grabbed the plate, and eyed it a little. “Thanks ... for everything.” Vivian lifted her head and our eyes connected.

  I could have said it was no trouble and I’d do this for anyone, but that would have been a lie. If some asshole had come out here looking for a place to crash, I would have sent him on his way. I wasn’t a prick; I just liked my privacy.

  But then I’d seen Vivian standing on my doorstep, and I’d wanted nothing more than to bring her inside and make her mine. The attraction had been instant and consuming.

  “You’re welcome,” I finally said after long seconds of silence. I didn’t stay sitting, though, and instead got up and grabbed candles. I knew the power would go out sooner rather than later.

  Fuck! Being alone with her with the power off, the only light coming from the fire and the candles ... yeah, the very image almost had me coming right in my fucking jeans.

  Vivian

  We’d been sitting here for over an hour. I’d finished the sandwich and bottle of water Jake had given me, and I was trying desperately not to reveal my desires. We really hadn’t been talking; after I’d finished eating, I’d helped myself to one of the many books on his shelves. But I wasn’t reading the damn thing. I couldn’t help but watch what Jake was doing this whole time.

  Candles had been lit just in time as the lights began to flicker off and on, and then finally off for good. The thunder and lightening was fierce, and the rain pelted the windows.

  Jake now sat across from me, cleaning and sharpening the blade of his ax. Maybe doing that should have scared me, because it was intimidating watching him do it, but I wasn’t afraid of him.

  I was wet for him.

  Watching Jake run the cloth over the metal, following the sharp end of the blade as he sharpened it ... all of that had my body so coiled I knew if I’d gone into the bathroom and touched my clit, I’d come in seconds.

  Jake set the cloth down, got up, and put his ax back up on the hook on the wall. Never in my life would I have thought a lumberjack could be so damn sexy.

  I was aroused, so damn wet I couldn’t even think straight. I’d never been this turned on, and nothing sexual had even happened. Was I so sexually repressed that some alcohol, the ambience of no electricity, a roaring fire, and a lumberjack—literally—of a man, had me so turned on I couldn’t even think rationally?

  Did I even want to think rationally? Did I want to just “play it safe”?

  “Do you want more?” he asked in that gruff, deep voice of his, gesturing toward my empty whiskey glass.

  I nodded, because right now a little more liquid courage would definitely help ease my nerves and my heightened arousal.

  I watched as Jake walked into the kitchen. The cabin was small, but definitely comfortable. It suited him, although I had no idea who he was as a person. But just looking at him, knowing the small fact that he was here and was a lumberjack, I thought this space fit him well.

  He had his back to me as he poured us more whiskey, and I took the time to stare at the muscle definition of his body. I wasn’t blind to the raw power he exuded. He was all man, through and through, and I felt like a girl in heat at how much I wanted him.

  And then he turned and faced me, the two glasses in his hands now filled with the amber colored liquid. I let my gaze travel over the lines and dips, the hollows and ridges of his chest. His pectoral muscles were shaped, and the six-pack lining his abdomen, and the V of muscle that disappeared beneath his jeans had my inner muscles clenching.

  Just looking at him and I felt like I hadn’t been with a man in years, like I’d never been properly fucked. But hell, I just knew Jake could more than handle that job. The images in my head were pretty dirty, certainly not ladylike, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, and the alcohol I’d consumed was helping my inhibitions diminish every single second.

  The electricity was off, and the only light came from the fire and the few candles placed around the room. The alcohol flowed through my veins, and the sight and scent of Jake—male in all sense of the word—I just wanted to let loose and say fuck everything else. I’d never had one-night stand, and that’s all being with Jake would ever be, but the very thought of just giving into my basic urges was so very appealing.

  He handed me the glass and sat back down. I greedily drank it while I stared at him. I’d only been here for a few hours, and already I felt like tearing off this robe and just presenting myself to him in the most erotic, obscene gesture imaginable.

  God, I am being so insane right now.

  He hadn’t taken a drink yet; instead, he watched me act like a lush.

  “I don’t usually drink this much.”

  It was the truth, and I guess my arousal was so intense it was clouding my brain.

  “So you’ve been out here alone for that long?” I asked although he’d already told me as much. I took another drink and watched him lean back on the chair. His chest clenched from the movement, and my mouth watered as I tried not to look like a creep because I wanted him really badly.

  “Yes,” he said and took a drink of his whiskey.

  “And you’ve been alone this whole time?”

  He took another drink, moved the glass away, and balanced the glass on his knee. “Yeah.”

  I nodded and looked down at his feet. They were bare, and I noticed even they were attractive.

  “And you chop wood for a living?” Obviously he did, but I was nervous rambling now.

  “To break it down to its simplest form, yeah, I chop wood for a living.” He smirked, just the corner of his mouth lifting up, and I felt my entire body heat.

  I looked over at the ax he had on the wall. It was huge, the handle worn, but the blade freshly cleaned and sharpened. I imagined the kind of power it must take to wield that thing day in and day out.

  When I turned my head to face him again, I was surprised to see he was leaning forward, his focus on me. He was braced on the edge of the chair, his glass now on the coffee table, and his forearms resting on his thighs. He kept his focus right on my eyes, and I felt my heart jump into my throat.

  “How about we cut the shit, Vivian?”

  The way he spoke, the words he said, were heated, aroused.

  I clenched my fingers tighter around my glass.

  Was the room getting hotter, or was it just me?

  “What?” I said softly. “What are you talking about?” God, even hearing myself, I sounded like I was full of shit.

  He lifted his eyebrow at my question, but didn’t respond right away. After another moment of silence, he finally spoke again. “You want to act like you’re not aroused right now, that you don’t feel this crazy as fuck chemistry?”

  I swallowed, not saying anything, but knowing my answer was probably written all over my face.

  “You want to pretend like you’re not eyeing every part of my body, maybe wondering how big my cock is?”

  Oh. God.

  “Because I sure as fuck have been eyeing you, wondering if your pussy hair matches what’s on your head.”

  The deep sound of his voice had my inner muscles clenching even tighter in desire.

  His eyes were half lidded as he stared at me. “Because I’ll tell you one thing.” A moment passed before he continued. “Red is my favorite fucking col
or.”

  I think my ovaries just exploded.

  Of course, I’d wondered if the bulge I’d seen him sporting was just as impressive in the flesh.

  “I haven’t been with a woman in five fucking years, Vivian.”

  I felt my eyes widen. And then he stood, and all I could do was sit there and watch him come closer. He took the glass out of my hand and set it beside him on the table. But he didn’t move after that, just stood in front of me, his jean-covered dick right in my face, his erection tenting the material.

  “Admit you want me as much as I want you.”

  I lifted my eyes from his bulge to his face. His eyes were half-lidded, his lips just barely parted.

  “Go on,” he coaxed, challenged. “Tell me.”

  Could I do this? Admit I wanted a man I’d just met a few hours ago? The storm waged on outside, and the whole ambience of the night had me feeling far more intoxicated than I probably was. But I was going to say those words. Since coming out to the wilderness I had never felt freer. And shouldn’t I live my life the way I want, even if that meant sleeping with this burly lumberjack of a man?

  “Yes,” I whispered. “I want you.”

  There was no going back now.

  Not that I wanted to.

  Chapter Six

  Jake

  I had Vivian off the couch in a matter of seconds. She’d told me she wanted this; she wanted me, and I was about to give it to her. I pressed my body to hers, dug my hard cock into her belly, and couldn’t hold back the gruff sound that came from me.

  “I don’t know if you realize what you’ve agreed to,” I said on a growl and looked at her lips. “Five years without a woman has made me feral, Vivian.” I lifted my gaze and looked at her eyes. “And once we start, we won’t be stopping until you’ve come on my cock more than once.”

  She parted her lips and sucked in a breath.

  “I’m going to fuck you so good and raw, you won’t be able to sit comfortably tomorrow without thinking of my cock all up in you.”

  “God,” she whispered.

  “I’ll have you screaming more than that by the time we’re done.” I felt like this beast had broken free inside of me, like I couldn’t control myself. I wanted her so damn badly, and although I had a lot of pent-up desires, I knew I wouldn’t have been this frenzied with just any woman.

  Something about Vivian drove me to the brink of coming right in my jeans. Seeing her standing on my doorstep, her red hair mussed, her body so feminine, so much smaller than mine had appealed to me.

  Yeah, I’d wanted to mount her right then and there.

  I grabbed a chunk of her damp red hair, pulled her head back so her throat was bared, and leaned down to run my tongue up and down the arch. God, she tasted fucking incredible, fresh and clean, like lemons. And she smelled like me. It had this possessive side rising up in me.

  “I’m about to claim every single part of you.” I stared right into her eyes. “I’m about to own every inch of you.” I lowered my voice. “And when I’m done with you, Vivian, you’ll know exactly what it’s like to be with a real man.”

  And when it’s all said and done, I don’t know if I’ll be able to let you walk away.

  Vivian

  His mouth was on mine a second later. I melted against him, never having felt this type of masculinity before. His cock dug into my belly, hard, thick, huge. I most certainly had never been with a man this big ... all over.

  He still had his hand in my hair, his fingers tangled in the strands. He used his other hand to snake down my back to cup my ass through the robe.

  I wanted the damn thing off.

  He kissed me raw and hard, sweeping his tongue inside of my mouth and claiming me fully. I’d never felt so possessed by a man before. The hand in my hair tightened, sending a sting of pleasurable pain through my scalp, to my breasts, and finally straight to the center of my pussy.

  I moaned, and it was as if that sound triggered something else in him. Jake gripped my waist with both hands and lifted me off the ground effortlessly. I imagined him wielding that ax, using all the strength every single day. My pussy clenched and became wetter.

  I tightened my legs around his waist. The robe parted, and I was nude under the material. I felt the warm, hard skin of his abdomen right on my pussy. A gasp left me at how sensitive I was.

  He grunted, held me up with one arm, and gripped the back of my hair again with his other hand. With my throat arched once more, he broke the kiss and dragged his tongue up my neck. God, I was falling in love with that act. It had my entire body tingling.

  And then he set me on the ground, took a step back, and, in one swift move, removed the robe from me.

  There I stood, stark naked, my nipples hard, my breasts feeling full, and my pussy so wet I wouldn’t have been surprised if some of that cream trailed down my inner thigh.

  He looked his fill, and I shivered in response, not even able to stop myself from reacting. Jake moved closer, slipped his hand under over the curve of my ass while holding his gaze with mine, and squeezed the flesh. I felt every callus along the pads of his fingers. It was a testament to the manual labor he did.

  “Are you wet for me?” he asked in a low voice.

  I could only nod.

  “You want me to touch your wet pussy?”

  Again, I could only nod.

  He ran his teeth up and down my neck, nipped at my flesh, and thrust his erection against my belly. I couldn’t handle all this hotness, all this maleness personified. I was going to die if I didn’t feel him in me, making me forget about every shitty thing that I’d ever dealt with.

  I was feverish and excited; all I could think about was how it would feel to have him thrust all those thick inches into me.

  “Fuck, I’m so damn hard for you I can’t stand it.”

  My body tingled even more after he spoke.

  He murmured something low and gruff against my temple, and I closed my eyes and just absorbed it all. I felt like a damn virgin at how aroused this man made me feel. I’d never felt this kind of intensity before.

  Moving my hands between our bodies, I fumbled for the zipper of his jeans. I needed them off, needed to see what he was working with. Apparently, he wasn’t having any of that, because, in the next second, he had his hands around my waist again and had me turned over the back of the couch.

  I clenched my fingers in the fabric and looked over my shoulder at him.

  The look on his face had this small sound escaping me. I felt my eyes widen when he crouched on his haunches right behind me, the feel of his warm, humid breath moving along the cheeks of my ass.

  I was hyperventilating at this point.

  He groaned and palmed my ass right before he ran his nose up and down the crease of my bottom. “You smell so fucking good.” The heavy weight of his palm landed on my right ass cheek, and a squeak of pleasure and surprise slipped out. He lifted his gaze and stared right at me. “You like when I do that?”

  I nodded. Yeah, I really did.

  While still staring at me, he brought his hand down on the other ass cheek. Jake did this over and over again, alternating between both mounds until they felt hot, but in a good way.

  “Fuck, you have a perfect ass, big, juicy, and so damn fuckable.”

  Fuckable?

  I’d never had anal before, but to be honest, right now, I’d let Jake do anything he wanted.

  He curled his fingers into the skin of my ass and started moving the flesh back and forth, causing the mounds to shake. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as ecstasy stole over me. The air left me, and I snapped my eyes open when he spread my ass wide open.

  “Yeah, so fuckable.” And then he ran his tongue up and down the slit of my pussy. He sucked and licked, nipped and hummed along my swollen, heated flesh. “It’s been so long, Vivian,” he murmured against my flesh.

  He was relentless in his onslaught, and I didn’t want him to stop.

  I was either far more repressed than I thoug
ht, or Jake knew exactly how to press my buttons to get me off.

  I was going to come.

  But, of course, just as I was about to get off—for the first time in months—he moved away. I groaned in frustration and heard him chuckle behind me. He gave my ass a smack, pulled the cheeks apart again, and went back to eating me out.

  “You won’t come until I say you can,” he said against my flesh, his words muffled. He ran his tongue along the cleft of my pussy, and kept going until he was licking my asshole. I curled my fingers into the couch even more. It was an unusual feeling to have someone licking me back there, but it also felt really damn good.

  He groaned against my flesh as he licked at me, his hands on my ass, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. But I loved that discomfort.

  “God, you smell so damn good.” Over and over, he massaged the globes of my ass, pulling the cheeks apart even wider, but then letting them fall back into place and frame his face. It was erotic, hot, and kind of taboo to have him eating out my ass.

  But I wanted more, so much more.

  I was close to coming, even if he wasn’t touching my pussy, but I held off. I forced myself to maintain a small amount of self-control.

  “Ask me for it, baby,” Jake said and brought his hand down on one of my ass cheeks hard.

  “God,” I moaned.

  He slapped the cheek again, obviously wanting me to beg for it.

  I was not above doing just that.

  “If you want my cock in your cunt, you’ll ask me for it.”

  Oh. God.

  “And I know you want all ten inches of my huge cock shoved deep inside of you.”

  Ten inches?

  Shit.

  His words were so vulgar. Goddammit, they turned me on.

  “Give it to me,” I said with more force than I thought I could have mustered right then. “Give me that big cock.”

  He groaned and smacked my ass; at the same time he ran his tongue along my asshole.

  “You smell like me, like my soap.” He tightened his hold on my flesh, his beard moving along my flesh. “That’s so fucking hot.” With one more lick up the crack of my ass, Jake moved away. I looked over my shoulder and watched him as he stood behind me, his focus on my pussy and bottom, his cock looking huge behind his fly.