by Liz K. Lorde
We sit silently next to each other while we wait for the cops to arrive. There’s not much to say, considering what happened.
One thing does come to mind, however: “Thank you, Jack. You saved my life. I really don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
I’m stronger now, but tears still roll down my cheeks. There’s no stopping the pain of the situation. So many people died because of this one man. Jack suffered for years because of this one man. And I almost had to marry the piece of shit.
It’s a truth I can’t even contemplate, and one I’m glad is forever dead, so to speak.
Soon, I hear the sirens and the police show up. They come in and bag up the body. Jack takes the responsibility of telling them exactly what happened to spare me having to respond.
He tells the truth, basically: Adam had a gun to my head, and I almost died.
The cops feel bad for me. I can see it in their eyes. They reassure me that nothing bad will come of the situation. They reiterate the fact that Jack was acting in self-defense, and it’s clear that Adam arrived with violent intentions.
They’re asking me if I’m okay, which I am. And they tell me how lucky I am that Jack was here to keep me safe.
“Without him, you might’ve died. You have to remember that. All of us know Jack. He’s well-known in town as a hero. So we hope that you’re good to him,” the police chief says.
It’s hard to believe how amazing the police are being. I know in my heart that Jack’s a hero―but I had no idea other people knew that fact as well. Apparently, he’s left a mark on the local town.
I’m proud of him, and my heart swells with happiness. There’s a chance that things may really work out for us.
“I promise to be good to him. He deserves the very best,” I say.
“Then it’s a good thing he found you,” the chief says to me with a wink.
Something about having his approval makes me happy.
Soon, Adam’s body is removed from the cabin.
When they leave and the commotion dies down, it’s just me and Jack. I’m starting to feel worried about him.
He just killed someone, and I know that must’ve been hard on him. He’s sitting in front of a roaring fire staring into the flames like he always does.
I take a seat on his lap and dare to ask, “Jack, are you okay? You spared me from having to kill Adam. But instead you had to do it, and I’m worried about you. I know that must not feel…good.”
He squeezes me tightly and takes a while to answer.
He finally says, “It’s okay.”
And if Jack says it’s okay, then, well, I guess it must be okay.
I look at him hopefully. Maybe this day has brought Jack some kind of vengeance, something that he needed. If that’s true, then I’m glad he was the one to take Adam out.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
He looks at me and says, “For the first time in years, I feel a sense of peace. It feels like I have closure. Justice has been served. At last.”
I’m elated to hear that Jack feels some sort of peace inside. He deserves it more than anyone in the world. I can’t imagine what these years out here alone has done to his conscience.
He’s had the blood of his men on his hands for so long and it took all of this for him to realize that it wasn’t his fault at all. Their deaths could not have been prevented. Not with Adam in the way.
I’m elated to just have my man happy. I thought for sure he’d be more upset by the day’s events, but he’s handling it really well.
He says, “I’m just sorry for not getting to you sooner, Avery. All those wasted years. We could’ve been having the time of our lives.”
“I’m not that old,” I giggle. “If you’d gotten to me any sooner, we would have had a problem on our hands.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him tightly. Being in the midst of his strong presence makes me feel safe. Having nearly died today and having him save me makes me feel safe.
He’s a man above all others. He so strong and sturdy―and yet in there somewhere is a tender heart that I think I’ve captured.
I know that with Jack, he’ll only have eyes for me. He’s possessive of me already, and I know that to him, I’m forever the only one. It’s a good feeling. One I want to thank him for.
“Jack,” I say. “In this short amount of time…you’ve become everything to me. I was one half of a soul before meeting you. And then suddenly, I feel filled. You make me whole.”
He looks at me and combs his fingers through my hair. He tugs gently and tips my head back so that he has access to my mouth.
He plants the most gentle of all kisses upon my lips. And then he kisses me deeper and deeper, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, until finally, he bites me gently in a show of restrained lust.
It’s as if we both have a new lease on life and on each other.
Once again, I feel a nervous kind of pleasure at being with him. Butterflies swarm in my belly, and the fluttering feeling is enough to throw me off my game. That’s the thing about Jack: he always forces me to be vulnerable to him and only him.
He breaks away from my lips to say, “You’re so fucking strong now, Avery. When did that happen? When did you become so sure of yourself?”
I’m pleased that he’s noticed my new empowerment. It makes me feel special to receive this compliment.
To hear that you’re strong from a man like Jack means everything. I don’t take the comment lightly.
“I am strong,” I say, looking into his eyes. “Because of you. You taught me everything I know. And now I want to repay you. I want to thank you.”
From the look in my eye, I think he can guess what kind of gratitude I mean.
I slide from his lap down to my knees and start to unbuckle his pants. I’m ready to show him just how deeply I care. Specifically, I’m ready to take ownership of the beautiful cock that I know will be mine for the rest of my life.
I finally found my man, my soulmate. We have days and days of pleasure ahead of us―hopefully, alone out here in the wilderness where we can’t be disturbed.
His big, thick manhood is gleaming in the firelight, and I make it my mission to show him just how very grateful I am.
Jack
When the commotion has died down and the police depart from the area, I take a deep breath. I’m trying my best to sort out how I’m supposed to feel about everything.
I killed Adam. I took his life with my bare hands. And I did it right in front of Avery, with her approval at that.
And in all of this, I should feel some kind of remorse, right? Because I fucking don’t. Awful people shouldn’t be allowed to walk around freely with the rest of us.
Wow. This is the first I’m referring to myself as a normal person in a long time.
I’ve spent so long demonizing myself, making myself believe I’m as awful as Adam was, but when met face-to-face, the distinction was clear.
And I was even going to let him go, all for Avery.
Avery. I look over and see her biting the French right off of her French tips. She’s a little disheveled, but overall, she seems to be okay. Buck is settled by her side, laying his head against her thigh in comfort.
What a good fucking dog.
And what a great fucking girl.
I slide my arm around her waist and pull her in to comfort her too.
She rests her head against my chest and I lean down and kiss her softly. I take in another deep breath, and as I do, I remember I have a surprise waiting for her.
“Let’s go inside and take our minds off of all the crazy that’s happened,” I suggest.
“You sure?” she asks.
I know she’s concerned for me. She knows what I’ve been through and how I could be a wreck right now if I didn’t feel so damned justified in what I’ve just done.
“Sure. I’m good. You’re safe. That’s what matters. Plus…I have something I want to show you. Spent a whole hell of a lot of time working on
it. I think you might like it,” I assure her.
“Well…okay, then. But if you ever don’t feel okay about it, promise you’ll tell me?” she pushes.
“’Course,” I reply. I smile at Avery, the gorgeous woman she is. How could I not smile at that glowing face?
She moves in front of me and wraps her arms around my neck, and I wrap mine around her tight little waist. She plants a cute little kiss against my lips.
I bring my arm down to her ass and hoist her up, carrying her bridal-style through the doorway of my cabin. She squeaks as I lift her and giggles as we walk through the door.
“Boof!” Buck barks, not wanting to be forgotten.
“Ah…sorry, buddy,” I say, turning with Avery in my arms to break the bad news to my dog—our dog. I love Buck. I really do. But… “I think you might be in the dog house tonight.”
Buck whines real pathetically, but what I’m about to do to Avery doesn’t need any witnesses. Canine or otherwise. He’s got a nice heated doghouse just there on the porch that he can curl up in, and I’ll come out to let him back in the cabin later, but for now…
I shut that door right in that poor dog’s face.
If I could explain to him that I’ve got a hot bitch I want to spend a little one-on-one time with, I’m sure he’d understand.
Across the room, right in front of the fireplace, she sees my surprise for her. The bearskin rug I’ve been working so hard on is laid out, perfectly lit by the flames.
She gasps, as surprised as I could have hoped for. Her hand comes up to her mouth, covering it, and I can’t tell if she’s smiling or grimacing. I search for her reaction in her eyes.
I’ve come to learn Avery very quickly. She’s easy to tell with those big blue eyes. The shimmer in them tells me she’s happy.
As I draw my conclusion, her hand lowers to reveal a big award-winning grin.
That’s my girl.
I lower her legs to the floor and rub her back with my hand. I love how petite and adorable she is.
“I don’t even know what to say, Jack. I love this. And I love that you took the time and the care to do this for me,” she says.
“It was just something that I thought you could appreciate. And maybe…convince you to stay here with me?” I propose.
“Stay here? With you? In bear country?!” she exclaims. My heart starts to drop. I don’t know how I could have misunderstood her. “There’s nothing more I want in the world!” she shouts.
My feelings of regret dissipate, and I’m overcome with joy. I adore Avery, and my life just wouldn’t feel complete without her in it.
Once I met her, I knew there was something special about her. As it turns out, she’s the person I needed to help me remember myself. The me I was before all of the hard times.
Avery wraps her arms around my neck and gives me a long, passionate kiss. Her lips are warm and comforting.
I lead her into the living room to get a closer look at the bearskin rug and to sit in front of the fire to relax and enjoy our home.
We stand on the rug together and hold each other in a loving embrace. There’s nothing more romantic than holding my woman in front of a cozy fire, standing on a brand-new bearskin rug.
As I prepare for her head to rest against my chest, I’m surprised as she continues to lower herself down further. My cock is hard just from the anticipation in those few moments it takes for her to get to her knees.
I look down and admire Avery’s long blonde hair. I run my fingers through it and patiently wait as she figures out how to unfasten my jeans.
When she gets them undone, she slides them down to my ankles. I feel the warmth of the fireplace against my bare legs.
She grabs at my underwear and tugs them all the way down, landing in my pants. My massive, erect cock now stares Avery in the face.
I can see she’s still a little nervous by my size. After all, most women’s first cocks aren’t the length of a ruler. It’s impressive how much she can handle.
Avery wraps her hand around the base of my cock. She starts stroking, moving her hand back and forth on the shaft. She looks up at me and smiles, biting her lip.
That sexy smile of hers has me even more turned on. My cock twitches under her grasp. She opens her mouth and places the head of my cock against her lips and slides it in slowly.
She moves her lips around some, to accommodate the size, and starts bobbing her head against my cock. She’s clearly enjoying exploring my cock with her mouth, and I couldn’t be more satisfied no matter what she does.
To my surprise, she’s even already mastering some technique. She meets her hand to where her lips end and she starts bobbing, working her hand and mouth in tandem. Damn…yes.
It’s really remarkable to think that just days ago this girl was a virgin. But those days are over now, and each sexual experience we share, her appetite grows.
“God, Avery. Don’t stop,” I let out with a moan.
She starts flicking her tongue against the head of my cock as she bobs against it. My eyes roll back into my head at the excitement of her experimentation.
I rest my hand against the back of her head. I hear her breathing in deep and exhaling hard. She’s getting tired.
“Avery, baby. Come here,” I request.
She slides my cock from her mouth. She wipes the corners of her lips and she stands up and kisses me.
“Is everything okay? Was that… not good?” she interrogates.
“Everything is great. And it was more than I even expected. I’m delighted and impressed by you. I just wanted to show you how appreciative I am of you,” I explain.
“Oh, I see. Well, I won’t stop you there,” she responds coyly.
She sits down on the rug and leans back. She spreads her legs apart and awaits for my face to greet her sweet pussy.
I dive the fuck in.
Avery
My heart is pounding as Jack lowers himself to the floor. I’m surprised he doesn’t hear it with as close as he is to my chest. He leans over me and unfastens my pants.
I bring my legs together and he slides them off of me. I can feel the bear fur warm and fuzzy against my bare skin. There’s something incredibly sensual about the rustic new addition to the cabin. I can’t wait to break it in with Jack.
It’s funny to me that just a few days ago, he ate me out for the first time in his claw-foot tub. It seems like so long ago. I was so nervous to get into it, and now here I am ready to go at the drop of a hat.
I watch Jack’s face as he admires my body from my head down to my toes. He’s enamored with me, just as much as I am with him.
“Damn, you’re sexy, Avery,” he comments. “I still can’t believe you’re here with me. And that you’ll stay.”
“What’s so hard to believe about that, handsome?” I reply coyly. I grab his head and pull him back to me and kiss him hard.
Jack smiles wide at me and gazes into my eyes. That stare got me from the start. He’s so infatuated with me, and it shows throughout his entire face.
Jack takes his time taking off my panties. He starts at my hips and slowly pulls at them, touching every inch of my bare legs as he drags them down.
The graze of his skin against mine sends goosebumps all over my body. He’s barely even touched me, and I’m so turned on that I can feel my pussy throbbing.
He slides my panties off of my ankles and I part my legs wide, inviting him between them. Jack leans in to my face again and gives me a slow, passionate kiss.
The anticipation alone is enough to set me off. I love the taste of his lips, but the suspense has me so horny I can’t take it.
I place my hand on his neck and push his head down playfully. He giggles and smiles up at me before lowering his face to my pussy. His warm breath rolls against my pussy, and I jut my hips upward at the contrasting temperature.
I feel Jack’s tongue flick against my clit. I lean my head back and moan as his tongue strums my clit like a guitar string. I moan loud and grab his ha
ir loosely in my hand as he maneuvers his tongue against my love button.
I’m so flustered with passion, and I don’t know what to do with myself; his touch feels just amazing. I’m so in love with him, and it intensifies with every action.
I close my eyes and just enjoy the sensations and moan as he moves his tongue down, burying it inside me. Needing to exert some of my energy, I grab my own breast with one hand and squeeze my nipple hard and moan loudly.
As his tongue is plunged inside of me, his nose is pressed against my clit. When he shakes his head, it stimulates both my pussy and my swollen clit.
I run my fingers across his neck and scalp and I finally grab his hair with my other hand. He moans in approval.
He sighs, and his breath is hot on my pussy and drives me to want even more. I grab my other breast hard and I gasp as his fingers plunge into my pussy. I writhe with pleasure and arch my back hard.
Another finger slides into me and grinds against my G-spot. I’m drawn into a state of ecstasy as his mouth returns to my clit and sucks on it as he fingers me.
Feeling bold, I hold his head in position and slowly rock my hips upward, forcing my cunt against his face. We move rhythmically against each other, creating an amazing sensation that I can’t get enough of.
“Jack! Yes, Jack!” I shout to him. I don’t want him to stop. But I want more. I need more.
God, I love how he feels inside of me.
He comes up from my pussy to kiss me again. Boy, do I love making out with him, especially while my pussy is still on his lips. We kiss passionately, and when our lips part, I make a suggestion.
“How about you take that big cock and slide inside of me,” I propose. “I’m burning with desire for you, Jack.”
“That would be amazing, Avery. I want to so badly. But I don’t have any condoms, baby. And I can tell by your scent that you’re…in heat,” he returns.
He can literally smell on me that I’m ovulating. His primal nature is something I’m fascinated with, and better yet something that turns me on even more.
“I don’t care. I just want you, Jack. More than I’ve wanted anything. And I don’t care that you don’t have any condoms. If you come inside me, it’ll be fine,” I assure him.