DEEP CUT (Men of the Woods Book 2)

by Dani Wyatt

  “I need your opinion. You’re a girl.”

  She lowers one eyebrow and gives me an incredulous look. “That’s what the doctor says.”

  “Just listen, then tell me what you think, as a girl…”

  I tell her my plan, she gives me a few pointers, and directs me where I could go in town to make sure things are perfect.

  With that, I spin on my heel and march back to my truck, hoping like hell I can get Melody to invite her red-headed friend to dinner as well. As socially inept as I am, I realize it would be more awkward with just the three of us than if Melody has the comfort of someone she knows there as well.

  I speed back to the school, unable to wait another minute before I see her again. It’s another half hour until her lunch hour, but I don’t care. I’ll stand outside the window of whatever classroom she is in and watch. If I didn’t think it would get me on the sexual predator database, I’d probably get my cock out and jerk off while I watch her.

  But even a caveman like me knows better.

  At the school, I park the truck and make my way inside to the office.

  The two ladies there look at me like the women in the baby boutique.

  “Melody Lane. What class is she in?”

  They look at each other, then the dark haired one answers. “I can’t tell you that.”

  I slap my hand on the counter and they both jump. “I said, what class is she in? I’m her Uncle, I’m responsible for her.”

  “Sir.” The other lady looks at me with fear in her eyes. “If you are not on the approved contact list we can’t give you that information. It’s the law.”

  I look from one to the other, incredulous that they’re not dancing to my tune. I’m not going to do anything illegal though, as that could take me away from her and that is unacceptable.

  With a grunt, I stomp back outside and take a seat on the bench where I told her to meet me at lunch period and stew. It’s only twenty minutes, but each one has me gripping the bench and ready to throw it across the grounds.

  Being without her makes me crazed. If there was something close to me to break, it would be broken.

  When she finally emerges from the open door to the school, I’m out of my mind.

  Her friend is next to her, smiling and glancing my way. I’m on my feet in the next moment, walking her way.

  I want to drag her with me, but I know that would only cause her embarrassment, so I restrain my need. My cock fills to capacity and strains at the fabric. That’s something I can do nothing about. It is my constant state of affairs, so the world will just have to learn to ignore my obvious hard-on.

  “Hi.” Melody waves.

  “I’ll see you later.” Her redhead friend gives me a sly glance and starts to move away with another group of friends. I see several of the ones from the party, including the punk that slapped her on the ass. I give him a death stare and he looks away. Good thing, because I’m more than happy to extract his eyes from his skull and stomp them under the heel of my boot just for looking at her.

  “Wait.” I grunt and both Melody and her friend look my way. “I want to ask you something.”

  They both stop their steps and I close the few feet between us.

  “I want to invite you to dinner.”

  The redhead looks at Melody, then at me. “What?”

  Melody echoes her word: “What?”

  “Tonight. We are having dinner, I want you to come.” I give the redhead a look that lets her know I’m serious and that no would not be the best answer.

  “Really?” Melody sings. “Wow, that would be fun. You should see his cabin. It’s so cool, and back in the woods there’s this waterfall, you should come. He can cook too! Well, he cooked breakfast at least.”

  I interject. “I can cook. I will cook a meal you will enjoy. I assure you. Seven o’clock. I have drawn you a map. Your GPS will not work where I live.”

  Reaching into the pocket of my shirt, I grab the folded piece of paper and jab it at Melody’s friend. Her movements are tentative, but she pinches it between her fingers and withdraws it from mine.

  “Okay, I guess.” There’s reluctance in her words, but it’s an affirmative answer and that’s all I need.

  “Good. See you at seven. Do not be late. If you get lost, call Melody, I will come in the truck and get you.”

  With that she giggles but joins the other group who is waiting a short distance away. They give me uneasy glances, but in the end move to a picnic table and settle down to their lunches.

  “Sit.” I point to the bench and Melody wanders over, sits, and crosses one knee over the other. Then I take my place next to her. “How is school? Did anyone bother you?”

  I look down at her legs. I fucking hate that skirt. Far too much of what’s mine is showing and thinking that boys are able to see that much of her flesh turns me nearly homicidal.

  “No.” She smiles. “No one bothers me. It’s just school.”

  “Too many boys in this school.” The next thought has me raging with anger. “Do you have any male teachers? Are there male teachers here?”

  She reaches over and taps my knee, looking at her friends, then turns her soft eyes back to mine. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Hearing that word gives me a moment of pause and solace until she finishes.

  “There are male teachers. But none of them say or do anything they shouldn’t.”

  “They better not. I’ll kill them.”

  I think about her panties, how drenched they were this morning with my cum and her arousal.

  “Calm down, Daddy.”

  “I can’t.” I half choke on the truth of that statement. “I cannot calm down when you are away from me.”

  “You’re going to have to figure that out, because there will be times I’m away from you. When my dad gets home, I’m going to have to go back—”

  “No.” I snap, and immediately I hate myself because there is fear in her eyes. “I mean, I’m sorry. I don’t think I can live without you under my roof.”

  “For a few days. I know you want me with you, and I want to be there, but he’s not going to understand. I don’t want to lose him. I already lost my mother.”

  “You won’t lose him.” I growl, the pain in her eyes cutting into my heart. “I will figure out a way for this to work. For us to be together and for my brother to understand. I will not let you be hurt. I will die myself first.”

  Her eyes turn upward, but I see them growing with tears and I can’t stand it. Seeing her cry would kill me, so I do the only thing I can think to distract her in the moment.

  I bring my mouth to hers, kissing her hard and long. She sighs and her tongue winds with mine.

  I’m half beside myself in a few seconds, but I force myself to pull away, feeling her body soften next to mine, knowing I achieved my goal of relieving her of the worry.

  With a sigh at the loss of her, I glance around and see the dark-haired lady from the office giving me the stink eye. She’s standing with a small group of students, including the punk from the other night.

  I hate the dirty look in her eye. What Melody and I have is pure and beautiful and the world should not sit in judgment of us. Still, I do not wish my angel to face the mean spirits of anyone alone. I refrain from kissing her again, but make sure I’m touching her in inconspicuous ways for the rest of her lunch period.

  I hear the bell go off inside the school and Melody starts to put part of her peanut butter sandwich back in the bag. “Finish your sandwich.” I growl.

  “But the bell. I can’t be late.”

  I grumble, but take the paper sack from her. “You will eat a good dinner.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She smiles and I stand, holding out my hand to help her rise. “I’ll see you after school.”

  She stands for a moment, looking up, and I’m sure she’s waiting for a kiss. But instead, I twist her ponytail in my fingers and set my lips briefly on the top of her head. “Now go. I’ll be here when school lets out. Right here.”
I point to where my truck is parked.

  She nods and scurries away.

  I know what I have to do. The hill may be steep, but there is no other way. She needs to be mine in every way. The thought of her already bred with me has me ready to steal her away from the world right now and never look back.

  But I know we have to live in this world as well, and getting her bound to me is only one piece of the puzzle. That alone will give me what I need, but giving her what she needs is going to be more difficult.

  Chapter Nine

  Melody

  I’m shaking as I look over my shoulder and see Cain’s naked body stepping closer.

  “My dirty little girl. Teasing Daddy. Crawling up on my bed like that. You know what happens to dirty girls, don’t you?”

  I smile and feel the dripping of my pussy down my inner thigh. I lower my head to the bed and arch my back, opening myself even more for him as his hands come to grip my ass cheeks.

  “They get Daddy’s dick?” I can’t believe how uninhibited I am in such a short time with Cain. He makes me feel sweet and safe, filthy and loved and beautiful. It’s intoxicating and I never want to sober up.

  Cain’s warm breath is on my lower back, his tongue tracing circles as I listen to his growling. He’s part animal I think, and the primal power he wields only drives my desire higher. I never thought of what it would feel like to belong to someone. But with Cain, I understand it completely and it feels like exactly where I should be.

  He pulls me apart as his tongue glances down my outer lips, making me jerk and twist. I whimper as he lifts a hand and brings it down hard on one side of my rear end, making me jump and cry out.

  His mouth moves to the warmed red spot and his teeth dig in, causing me to tremble like I’ve just been touched by a live wire. I squeeze my eyes shut as he kisses and licks his way to my ass and before I know what’s happening, it’s there. The feeling is so filthy but so amazing. I rock back into his probing tongue as it opens me and an orgasm rolls through me.

  I’m moaning as Cain’s tongue fucks into my tight little hole, making me grip the bedding and cry out.

  “Daddy.”

  It’s all I can say and the word seems to only drive Cain wilder as he spanks me again and again until I can barely hold myself up, my body quaking and cum running down out of me.

  This man, my uncle, has complete control over me. I’m falling for him more with every second we are together. He’s frightening to most people I’m sure, but to me? He’s my safe harbor. The person I want to tell all my secrets to, all the best and worst parts of my day. He’s my person and it’s like nothing I’ve ever thought could be.

  “My little angel. You want Daddy’s cock?”

  He is centered behind me, I feel the tip grazing my entrance and I draw a sharp breath.

  When he pushes inside, the head spreading me before popping inside, I groan and bite into the bedding.

  Slowly my body swallows every inch. I’m not sure how many inches, but it’s more than I ever dreamed a body could take.

  “Your little girl cunt is already trying to milk my balls.” He groans as he begins to move in and out, his fingertips digging into my hips, holding me steady for his massive thrusts. “Good girls get Daddy’s cum. Are you a good girl?”

  “Um hmm.” I nod and manage to moan out as he sinks completely inside of me, filling me and making me feel like he’s splitting me in two.

  His balls start to slap up against my clit as he drives in and out, rocking forward and back, rougher and harder than ever before as he takes what is his. The tenderness from our other times ebbs away, leaving me with this primal beast who, without apology, is fucking me bent over like an animal.

  “Good girl. Take it. Daddy needs to hurt you sometimes. Needs you to take what he gives.”

  His words have me crashing into another orgasm, my inner walls locking down around him as I hold him inside me.

  “Greedy girl.” He seethes as my body convulses and I sing his name on every moan. “You like it like this. Hard. Dirty. Pretty soon, you will take me here. All of me.” His thumb presses to my ass and pops inside, reviving my orgasm and pushing me into another until I’m a babbling mess under him.

  He fucks me like that, his cock inside me and thumb pulsing in my ass until I catch my breath.

  “Daddy.” I whimper and he reaches down with his other hand to take a fistful of my hair and tug me up onto my arms, arching my back.

  His cock owns my body, thrusting and rocking into me as he leans down and bites into my shoulder.

  “Your pussy fits me perfectly. You were created for me. For my pleasure. For my purpose. You do this to me, little one. You make me hard, tempt me, tease me, make me take you like this. Don’t you? You like to see my cock hard, wanting you. My balls ready to fill your sweet little cunt until you are full of me.”

  Sounds of our wet skin slapping together fill the room as both his hands move to my hips, using me like an utter fucktoy for his pleasure, and it drives me toward another climax. His filthy words push me closer and closer until I feel him swell inside me and the first jets of hot cum begin to coat my walls.

  “Fuck. Such a selfish little pussy. Squeezing all the cum out of me and into you. You want my seed planted inside you, don’t you, little girl? Dirty little tease. Making your own Uncle fuck you like a dog.”

  I scream and Cain roars, filling me until cum runs down my legs and pools on the fabric under my knees.

  The climax is so strong, my vision blurs and there is no breath left in my lungs. I shatter and collapse onto the bed as Cain’s cock jerks and pulses more cum than I could imagine inside of me.

  We both pant and catch our breath as Cain’s rough fingers now glide up and down my back. Over the red, warm skin of my ass, and then smoothing through my hair. So rough, then so gentle.

  “Such a good girl.” He whispers into my ear as he slips out of me.

  I rest there for a long moment, letting all the sensations wash over me. My heartbeat is hard in my ears as Cain continues to gently caress and soothe my body.

  A noise catches my attention and I focus.

  “They’re here.” I scramble off the bed when I hear car doors. “Gah! They’re early.”

  I lean out of the bedroom door. Out the window of the front room I see both Ginger’s and Uncle Cain’s friend Vin’s cars parked under the trees, and they are walking up the path to the door together.

  Cain shoves his legs into his pants as I grab what I can out from the bags of clothes he bought for me after school.

  I duck and shuffle into the bathroom.

  “Go!” I wave at him as he is buttoning his shirt. “Get out of here or they’re going to know.”

  “Sorry to tell you this, babe, but I want everyone to know.”

  “Gah.” I roll my eyes. “Not yet, though. Please? Just go and act normal, like I’m just your bratty niece staying with you for a couple days. We have to behave tonight, okay? I would die if things got back to Dad before you can talk to him. Before we can talk to him.”

  Cain puts his boots on as there is a knock on the door. He steps to the open bathroom door and leans in.

  “Kiss me, call me Daddy, and I’ll go answer the door and pretend I didn’t just fuck you until your eyes rolled back in your head.”

  He’s pulled the bathroom door half shut, so I don’t think they could see, but I cower and come toward Cain’s rugged face. I give him a quick kiss and he gives me that crooked half smile that always flips my belly over. Then he raises his eyebrows, waiting.

  “Go answer the door please, Daddy.”

  “That’s my angel. Remember, I’m never letting you go. I can’t get enough if you haven’t figured that out yet.”

  When we got home from school this afternoon, Cain ate my pussy until my eyes crossed, then put me on top of him and we fucked like rabbits until I hyperventilated, and he finally took mercy on me.

  After that, he set me up outside on the timber picnic table with a
snack and my homework while he chopped wood shirtless for a solid hour without missing a stroke. It was nearly impossible to keep my mind on calculus while he dripped sweat and his muscles looked like they would repel bullets.

  He truly is happiest out here. He fits. And as much as I’ve loved my life before this, I’m quickly feeling a sense of home here in the cool woods with him.

  He scratches the side of his face. “You look fresh fucked. Don’t take too long in here, I’m not so great at this whole small talk thing.”

  “Go!” I flap my hand and close the door.

  In the mirror I see what he means. My hair is a tangled mess and there is cum flaking on my cheeks, and some in my hair as well.

  I grab the washcloth and do the best I can for the moment to make myself presentable. My body is decorated with red and purple marks, but there’s nothing I can do about that. Cain’s teeth and fingers know how to bring me the most amazing pleasure, but they also can inflict a wonderful amount of pain.

  As quickly as I can, I’m dressed in a light blue sundress and coming out of the bedroom, where Ginger gives me a crooked smile and Vin and Cain glance over.

  “Hi.” Ginger walks toward me. “What are you doing in his bedroom looking all flushed and happy?” She says in a hushed tone.

  “The bathroom in there is better. Has a nicer shower. The other one just has a tub.” I pull my shoulder to my ear but the squint in Ginger’s eyes tells me she’s not buying everything I’m selling.

  “I messaged you I was here. Waited in my car for like ten minutes, until he arrived.” She cocks her head back to where the guys are standing.

  Something about the way she says ‘he’ and the look in her eyes…it’s like she’s just struck gold, and it makes me smile.

  “Sorry you waited.” Heat covers me, thinking what Cain and I were doing while she was sitting outside in her car. “My phone only gets a signal if I’m outside the cabin toward the road.”

  “Melody.” Cain motions to the man standing next to him. “This is Vin. We’ve worked together for a lot of years.”

  “Pleasure to meet you.” He offers his hand and I give it a shake as he snaps his tongue over his teeth. “You surviving okay out here in the backwoods with cro-mag-no?”