by Kay Maree
“I want to sleep with you again McKenzie probably more than anything. I want to make you crave things you’ve never known you’ve wanted. I said the first night we fucked, that this was a one-time deal but I’m willing to do it again. I won’t however, be putting a ring on your finger and marrying you, that’s not me… I don’t like toying with a girl’s heart, I said not to read into anything, but if you wanna come and live a little, play a little with fire, than I promise you the only thing you’ll be feeling, is the burning sensation of exploring your sexual appetite with me,” I purred.
“You’re crazy,” she replied. It was like she was unable to come up with any other response.
“I’m far from crazy beautiful girl, but I promise to drive you crazy for a little bit, if you let me.”
I didn’t know how she’d respond to what I’d just said but I wasn’t going to beat around the bush anymore. I wasn’t here forever; in fact, I was heading back to work on the first of January. If she wanted this, it was kinda now or never, I was practically on borrowed time. A large part of me, just wanted to be the guy who’d take what he wanted and leave it at that, shame I had good wholesome values, or I would. My mumma taught me better than that. Of course, just because I wouldn’t do something didn’t mean my mind didn’t run rapid with ideas. I wanted to whisper sweat nothing in her ear, reply with some lude, dirty, raunchy message. I was bored, sitting her alone in the lake house and being a rebel sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. Breaking the rules was all I wanted to do, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to the thought of being bad!
“It’s your move sweetheart!” I voiced.
“Fuck me!” I heard her whisper before the dial tone kicked in and I realized she’d hung up on me.
That beautiful bitch had just hung up on me. The thought of her doing that, made me laugh. However, I couldn’t help but pick up my cell and text her. I didn’t want to freak her out but…. I’d be surprised if she considered jumping into bed with a man like me, I may not have had what some would call a cocky mouth, but I did have a twisted mind.
Sex, it’s all my brain could think about right now, I seriously needed a holiday and I was essentially on a vacation but I desired to go away on some deserted island and just chill the fuck out because I swear, I was sitting in the gutter, letting the dirty rotten filth wash over me and turn me into a typical guy who thought of the mere act of sex any change he got. Ever since that one night, the fucked-up family date night with Emmett, Dwayne and the crew I hadn’t been able to keep her from my thoughts. I relished in the images of her sprawled out on the fur rugs on the floor of the lake house, my head buried between her thighs and those sweet harmonic tones that cried out when she climaxed. It was more than I could bare. I wanted to hear them again and again… I wanted to be the only man to make her moan in that way but that was never going to happen.
Are you alright?
Get naked, I’ll be there in fifteen. McKenzie texted back.
***
I swear it was within an instant but completely impossible from when we texted to when I opened the door of the lake house for McKenzie. She was drunk, oh so drunk and the disapproving look on her face told me she wasn’t happy to see me.
“You’re still dressed,” she groaned.
“It’s cold, I am not getting naked.” I stated.
“But.”
“No buts just come inside,” I ordered as I pulled her into the house and closed the door behind us.
The girl was out of her mind, the instant that door closed it was like a sudden reply of nights ago. She leapt into my arms, legs flying here and there as she tried to kiss me. I could smell whiskey on her breath and when her lips collided with mine, I could taste the liquor on my tongue. Fuck me, this wasn’t good. I wanted her but I also wanted to cradle her and put her to bed to sleep this off. I wasn’t a man who would just fuck a girl who’s so inebriated, it wasn’t my thing.
“Please,” she begged, looking as cute as ever as she smiled up at me. It was like she was hoping that this would charm me into sleeping with her. “Come on,” she coaxed. “I know you’re interested…you want me, don’t you?” she pouted while flashing her eyelashes.
“Kenzie,” I said as I took a deep breath. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking of me?”
“I know what I want, and I want it now!” she replied.
“McKenzie, I am not going to have sex with you,” I stated.
She groaned and grumbled. “Why?”
“You’re drunk, you’re gonna wake with a hangover and I don’t take advantage of women who aren’t going to remember that I rocked their world beneath the sheets,” I replied.
“I am not drunk,” she shrieked as she began to wobble on her legs. I reached out to balance her.
That was the cue to tuck her into bed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that a few times in my life,” I voiced as I picked her up in my arms, cradling her like she was a baby. She let out a childlike squeal the instant I did this but quickly put her arms around my neck and allowing me to just hold her. It’s strange how you don’t have control over your body’s reactions to things, like a situation where you either feel uncomfortable and awkward. Something as simple as carrying McKenzie to the bedroom felt right and yet so wrong. I said I wasn’t going to sleep with her but effectively I was taking her to my bed and a small part of me was thrilled to do it.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be feeling right now but everything I felt running through my veins didn’t seem wrong. As I placed her down upon the bed, I began to second guess myself. I wasn’t sure what the right thing to do was. Did I place her here on my bed and sleep in the second bedroom or did I sleep on the couch downstairs?
It was a fine line between good and evil and McKenzie wasn’t making this easy especially when she was giving me bedroom eyes, god! She had to be giving me the fucking sexy bedroom eyes and the intensity was making my resolve to be good very hard. How could you be good when she made me want to be so, so bad? Effectively, I was being eye-fucked by a very attractive, a gorgeously frustrating, beautiful bitch! It was more than I could handle. She leaned in, running her nose along the side of my cheek and letting her lips brush against my ear. Her warm breath adding to the odd feelings I felt floating around. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. I really shouldn’t be thinking about this woman tied up and stripped bare for me to gawk at. I knew the mere image I could envision in my mind, would get me arrested. This was dangerous. I just needed to go to bed and sleep this whole night off.
“You can’t refuse me, Jasper. I know you want to fuck me!” she whispered.
I couldn’t help it. I chuckled and shook my head. What the fuck did someone say in a situation like this? I’d never had a woman so… vibrant and straightforward with what she said. I wanted to say thanks, but not thanks however I felt saying that to her would only fuel her ambition to rumble in the sheets.
She grinned mischievously, showing off pearly white teeth. She knew, it was like she could read everything I was thinking, every emotion that spread across my face. She’d been reading me since the instant we’d met. Why did I allow myself to be read in such a manner? I’d said for her not to read into this, to not make something bigger of our sexual encounter but I’d allowed it to happen. I’d been open book and somehow in the openness of myself I’d let certain aspects break free. She saw me for who I really was, and she was playing me like she was playing a flawless game of chess.
I had the urge to throw caution to the wind and just dive in and ravage McKenzie like she was mine although she wasn’t. Call me crazy but I wanted the thrill of stepping out of my comfort zone and experiencing something incredibly tempting. I wanted to be someone other than the Jasper I showed everyone. I knew deep down I was more a man who liked to own, possess and devour what I classed as mine.
“Just give me what I want,” she whispered in my ear once again. This time she took a step further and grazed her teeth along my ear, nipp
ing at my flesh. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I could feel the butterflies, those tingles like raging ecstasy about to rip through me. If I didn’t control this feeling, I swear I was going to embarrass myself and the last thing I needed to do was embarrass myself with this girl.
“Say yes and I can guarantee that you won’t regret it Jasper. I said I wanted you, if only you knew how much I want you, arg!” she groaned.
I knew how much she wanted me, she’d said so via text, in her calls… the night at the bar in front of my family. It was obvious that very first day she talked to me at the party that she’d wanted me. I’d probably been her fantasy for a good many years.
“Please say yes?” she begged.
I wasn’t going to say yes. Even if I wanted to. If she took, then I’d give but I wasn’t about to make the first move. Yes, may have been all I needed to say to have her but how could I say yes to this sexy as hell woman when I knew deep down that giving in would cause more pain then I could possibly imagine.
Chapter #10
Morning After
I woke around 2am feeling so hot that I felt like I was being smothers. Turning to a better position I suddenly realized I wasn’t alone. It then dawned on me that McKenzie had come her after our conversation last night and while I may not have given into her demands, I did however slip into bed with her and snuggle. Between snuggling and me passing out she’d removed her jeans and t-shirt and she was now laying beneath the covers all nestled into my chest practically naked. While a large part of me wanted to slip away, I couldn’t because I felt like I was glued to her. She looked adorable when she slept, and I wanted to savour every little moment of this for when I left, and this was no longer a… thing.
It wasn’t going to last for forever because we lived separate lives but the feeling of being completely and utterly glued to this girl had me feeling more alive than I could ever imagine. I dreaded the thought of this feeling, the ecstasy ending, of never being able to move on from this, because I knew deep down that McKenzie was so into this that when this ended it had the potential to break her. It was why I’d been so up front, so forward with her in trying to make her understand that this wasn’t forever. I never wanted to heart a girl, but this was starting to seem like a situation where it was going to happen.
I began to feel her wriggle against me as a small moan slipped past her lips. If she kept squirming this was going to result in a great many things.
“Continue to squirm Kenzie and we’re gonna be late for breakfast” I warned, knowing she had organized to go to breakfast with me today, just as friends but this… her coming over and sleeping the night wasn’t planned.
“Jasper,” my father called right before the door swung open and I watched McKenzie squeal as she gripped blankets shoving them over her head and hiding.
“Oh, shit son,” he called out closing his eyes and half closing the door. “I am so sorry.”
“Dad,” I groaned. Hoping my tone would make him leave.
I was still buried deep inside McKenzie and the urge to move and plow into her was growing painfully urgent. If my father didn’t leave, I was gonna… well be ungentlemanly and just keep fucking this woman into the sheets.
“I need you to help the boys shovel snow so we can get the cars out,” he voiced.
“Give me ten minutes,” I pleaded. He closed the door saying no more and the instant I heard the click I let out a frustrated groan into the pillow as I pulled out only to drive my shaft home again. It wasn’t long before I felt the pull, McKenzie was close and within a few more pumps we both came violently. Her whole body shuddered beneath me and her nails dug into my back, clawing at my skin.
Fucking hell… that was embarrassing. I just hoped my father wouldn’t mention McKenzie to my mother or I was never going to hear the end of this.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Breakfast
We’d finally made it to the café in town for breakfast, but it was more like lunch. Between our romp in the bedroom and then my father walking in on us to ask if I could shovel snow from the drive we’d finally sat down and ordered at about 1pm. My mother caught wind of my house guest and while I helped my cousins and my father shovel snow, momma dearest I suspect hounded McKenzie for information.
“Your mother mentioned you’re a lumberjack. Aren’t you scared of it being a dangerous job?” she asked. Bingo, I was correct my mother had discussed things with her, and I suspected I’d find out the topic of conversation quickly.
“I know it’s a dangerous job, and it does impact the way I work. The thing is, you must respect the job. If you get reckless, you can get hurt or get somebody else hurt,” I replied.
It's just something you always must stay on top of. Most people in the industry know there’s danger out there: You have trees falling, and equipment can roll over down the hill. I've had friends get hurt bad doing this and killed. I try to be as safe as I can. I'm aware of dangers, but there are sometimes you don't see all the ways you could be hurt and it's a good wake up call. That hasn't changed my desire to be a skidder operator ever. It’s now a major part of me and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
“Your mother thinks we’re dating,” she said as she gripped her coffee cup. She was uncomfortable and I didn’t blame her.
“Did my mother dote on you like someone loves a new puppy?” I inquired.
“She was…”
“You don’t need to say anymore, I know my mother and she can be over the top when it comes to me and woman,” I voiced.
***
We’d returned to the lake house a while later, thankfully my mother left us alone. It gave us time to talk some more. I’d learnt during lunch with Kenzie that she’d not had the easiest of childhood upbringings. Her father travelled a lot and she’d been moved from town to town and so she never got time to make real friends. She had people in her life but no one permanent and while she was now in college and had girlfriends per say she still felt like she was simply an object for men. The thought made me feel sick, I had effectively been one of those men… I wanted her for her body, for what she could give me, but I had to be honesty with her from the beginning. This couldn’t be anything other than a good friendship.
I watched as she snuggled up to me on the couch. We’d stuffed our faces and decided to spend the rest of the day in front of the fire watching movies.
“I think it's time you learnt to love the skin you're in. You’re fucking gorgeous McKenzie, a tasty scrumptious morsel that I intend to claim as mine,” I declared. I hadn’t realized I was even thinking about out lunchtime conversation until those word broke free.
She felt incredible, warm... Inviting in a way that I swear I was slowly falling under McKenzie's spell. McKenzie had an intoxicating aromatic scent; it filled my head with dirty thoughts. I wanted to kiss her, to press my lips to hers in a tender embrace but a deep yearning screamed for me to ravish her every which way to Sunday! My lips colliding with hers, her hands snaking around my neck, her tongue, my tongue seeking out either other. I wanted to taste her to devour her like I've never devoured something before.
“God, I could see myself loving you for forever,” she declared, her beautiful doe eyes were expressing the way she felt.
It was there in that moment that I realized I had the potential to break this woman’s heart and that was something I couldn’t do. She knew, I’d been very up front with her from the beginning that we could only be a Christmas holiday fling and the festive season was only a few days away. It meant that in just under two weeks I’d have left here and returned to work.
“I leave in a several days,” I said.
“Don’t remind me,” she groaned.
It was in that groaned tone that I realized she was in this far more than I ever expected her to be. Saying goodbye was going to be hard.
***
We’d taken the car to get dinner. We’d been invited to the main house by my momma but truthfull
y, I didn’t feel like it was the right time to unleash my family on McKenzie. I loved them but they were often crazy. We’d just pulled the car into the garage when she turned to me.
We’d barley spoke on the ride back from the takeaway pizza place and I knew something was up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I would have thought that was obvious,” she mumbled under her breath.
“I’m not a mind reader Kenzie, you gave me the cold shoulder the whole way home. Now tell me what’s up?” I ordered.
“I said that I could see myself loving you for forever and you didn’t even acknowledge it.”
“McKenzie, I said from the very beginning that this couldn’t be anything more than a Christmas fling. What do you expect from me?” in quired.
“More!”
“I can’t give you more,” I said.
“Well excuse me,” she yelled getting out of the car and slamming the door. I smiled, fuck me… she was acting childish but this… was going to get sorted because I hated leaving things up in the air. I slipped from the car, rounding the bonnet to stand in front of her. If she wanted this to turn into a fight, then this would be a fight, but it wasn’t going to be an argument I enjoyed.
“I said, from the very beginning McKenzie that I can’t give you more than what I’ve already given you. God, if I could I would but I am not the guy for you.”
“Who said,” she yelled pushing against my chest, “who said you’re not the guy for me?”
Fucking hell! “Honestly Kenzie, how do you see this working? I live in another country, in another world to your college fun days. I eat, breath and dream my job… I have nothing to offer you. Do you understand that if I wanted you as mine I’d feel my heart being ripped out daily, I’d be worried that my job, the dangers it presents on a daily basis, that if something were to happen to me, you’d be left alone to pick up the broken piece of your heart because you dared to follow a lumberjack.”
“You’re a total ass Jasper Banks,” she interjected.