TIMBER: The Bad Boy's Baby

by Frankie Love

  “Jaxon, yes. A million times, yes,” she says, her voice a whisper like a fluttering of joy escaping her lips.

  She fucking said yes, just like I prayed she would.

  Yeah, I prayed. Because even though I don’t need religion to tell me it’s a fucking miracle to have this woman, I still thought this was too good to be true.

  But it isn’t.

  I slip the engagement ring on her finger.

  “It’s beautiful,” she says, looking at the simple gold band flanked by three clear diamonds.

  “The three diamonds represent our children,” I tell her.

  “Sons, Jaxon,” she says, a grin spreading across her perfect pink lips. “We’re having three sons.”

  I run my hand over my beard, fucking overcome.

  “Hell, yeah, we are,” I tell her. “We don’t mess around.”

  And then I kiss her, hard. And I would have fucked here right then too, if a nurse hadn’t come in and interrupted us.

  “When can she leave?” I ask, knowing it can’t come soon enough. I need to get my woman home and make love to her in our bed.

  24

  HARPER

  When they discharge me from the hospital the next morning, I’m grinning. No, scratch that—I’m beaming. I’m absolutely walking on air, because how I ended up here from there still confuses me.

  How could I lose my parents but gain a family? Somehow over the space of a few months, Jaxon and I became something that I never believed we could be, not really.

  I thought it would be a relationship built from a pressure cooker, but we aren’t. He chose me when he didn’t have to.

  “So, are you ready to get home?” I ask Jaxon as we drive back to the forest, nearing Buck’s store to get Jameson.

  He turns his head, cocking an eyebrow at me. “Mostly so I can tear those clothes off you and fuck my fiancée.”

  “I love it when you talk dirty to me, Jaxon.”

  “Good, because I’m gonna talk that way for the rest of our goddamned life.”

  We both grin now.

  Our life.

  When we get to Buck’s, Jaxon warns me, “He’s gonna want details. But you don’t have to say anything you don’t wanna.”

  “That nosy, huh?” I ask, as Jaxon helps me out of the truck.

  “This poor fool needs a woman. Bad. Since he doesn’t have one, he’s become the town gossip.”

  “You should help the poor boy out,” I say, pulling open the door.

  “I try,” Jaxon says, under his breath. “But he’s his own worst enemy when it comes to pussy.”

  Jameson is curled up at Buck’s feet when we walk in, but he must smell Jax, because he jumps up and bounds for his owner.

  “Aww, that’s so sweet,” I coo.

  “And who might you be?” Buck asks, stepping around the counter to say hello. He’s actually very handsome—blue eyes and light hair. Maybe he just lacks confidence.

  “I’m Harper. Jax’s fiancée.”

  “And the mother of my children,” Jax says, chest out, beaming.

  “Hey, you said this is my story to tell,” I tease, jabbing him with my elbow.

  “My bad.” Jax shrugs.

  “Buck,” I say. “I’m Jaxon’s bride-to-be, and I’m also carrying his three sons.” I press my hands to my small belly and relish in Bucks bugged-out eyes.

  “Shit, man!” Buck slaps Jaxon on the shoulder. “Had no fucking clue.” Then looking at me, he covers his mouth with his fist. “Sorry, ma’am. For the cursing.”

  “Sweetie,” I say to Buck. “I’m marrying Jaxon. I think I can handle a man who swears.”

  “Thanks for watching Jameson,” Jaxon says. “Any deliveries?”

  “Nope, but if I get any I’ll swing ’em by.”

  Jaxon and I leave with Jameson, and once we’re in the car and headed back up the mountain I ask, “Why does Buck deliver packages to your door?”

  “Eh, he’s a good guy, likes a chance to talk shit and drink a beer. It can get lonely out here, in the woods.”

  “Yeah, it is quiet,” I say, remembering the empty general store/post office. No one was there—and that was the main store in town. Besides that, there was just a bar and a sad excuse for a diner.

  “You gonna be able to handle this pace of life?” Jaxon asks me. When his hands are on the steering wheel, with his shirtsleeves rolled up, his biceps flex and his tattoos hint at a strength not every man has.

  “Jaxon, I grew up with a very quiet life. My world was the home, the church, and the food bank where I volunteered. I don’t need much. And, as far as quiet goes….” I smile, and my hands fly to my stomach. “Soon enough, there won’t be any quiet in our life. There will be loud and rambunctious, and I have a feeling by the end of the day, once the boys are in bed, all we’ll want is to sit in peace and quiet.”

  “Well, honey, that’s where you’re wrong,” Jaxon says, as he pulls the truck up to the cabin.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, my nose crinkled in confusion.

  “At the end of the day I’m not gonna want any quiet. I’m gonna want you screaming my name.”

  JAX

  I pull open Harper’s car door, pull her into my arms, ready to make love to her like she fucking deserves.

  Swinging open my front door, I set her down and grab the bearskin fuck-rug. Then I grab her hand and pull her back outside into the warm April day.

  “I’m gonna make you scream my name so loud,” I tell her, smacking her ass as I lead her behind the house, to the place she first told me she was pregnant.

  There are no deer today, but the creek is rushing peacefully, and I spread out the rug beneath the pine trees.

  “I love it here, Jaxon,” Harper says contentedly. The buttons on her shirt are pulled tight across her chest. We stopped and got her a bunch of maternity clothes before we left town, but those are all still in the truck.

  I sure as hell don’t mind. I like the way her tits pull at the seams; it makes me hungry for her.

  “I love taking you here, and I love that you’re here to stay,” I tell her, growling in her ear.

  Her eyes are heavy with desire; she loves it when I get territorial, and it’s a good thing. I’m determined never to give her a reason to leave.

  “Are you going to take me here, now?” she asks, standing before me.

  “Do you really have to ask?” I pull my shirt off, and Harper’s hands immediately press against my pecs. She nuzzles close to me, her breath hot on my skin, and my cock grows hard pressed against her.

  “Oh, baby,” she moans, planting kisses up and down my neck lusciously. Her lips are soft and wet, and her tongue slides down my throat as she nears my mouth.

  My lips find hers, and I cup her face with my hands, claiming her as mine. She lets out a sigh as I pull her closer, devouring her mouth with my tongue. She tastes so good, sweet and fresh; her scent mixed with the earthy air makes everything about this moment goddamned pure. Goddamned perfect.

  “I love you Harper,” I breathe into her, and she sighs again, agreeing with my sentiment. I pull her shirt off, the buttons popping as I toss it aside. Her tits are perky and round, those hard gorgeous nipples poking through her lacy bra.

  I reach around, unclasp it, and fling it off her. Pressing my mouth against her soft, warm skin, I feel my erection mount, straining against my jeans.

  “You feel how hard I am?” I ask her, pushing her hand to feel my cock. “You like how hard you make me?”

  “Mmmhhhmmm,” she groans, fumbling to get my jeans undone. I help her slide them off, and kick off my shoes and pants, my boxer briefs still on, my massive cock begging to be released.

  “What are you gonna do to my cock?’ I ask her. “You’re the one that got it nice and hard, now you need to take care of it.”

  “I’m gonna suck it. I’m gonna suck it until you’re ready to come.”

  I smile, so fucking in love with her.

  After taking off her pants and panties, she low
ers herself to the ground, kneeling before me, and playfully tugs at the waistband of my briefs.

  “Jaxon, you’re taking such good care of me, and now I’m going to take care of you.”

  She pulls the waistband down, revealing her favorite fucking thing in the world. My cock is hungry, and it only wants her. She licks her lips seductively.

  “That’s called a dick tease, Harp.”

  That gets a throaty laugh from her. “I’m not a tease.”

  And I have to agree, she’s not. Her mouth covers my cock and one hand is on my shaft. The other hand moves south as she touches herself. After rubbing her pussy nice and hard, she brings her hand to my cock, and it’s slick with her wetness.

  She massages my cock with her own juice, all the while sucking me off. She bobs up and down, her eyes looking up at me, and I run my hand through her soft hair, not able to look anywhere besides her. Not wanting to.

  “Oh, Harper, that feels fucking good,” I say, thrusting my cock into her mouth, knowing she likes it when she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.

  When I know I’m near release, I pull her off me, wanting to come inside her tight little pussy.

  “I want you to sit on me, backwards,” I tell her. “It’s gonna feel good on your clit, I promise.”

  I lay on my back, and watch as Harper bites her lip nervously, the way she does when she tries new things. But I also see a mischievous glint of excitement rolling across her face as she lowers herself to her knees.

  She leans over, planting a kiss on my lips, and I can’t help but reach around her, grab her ass and squeeze. She makes me so fucking hard, and I just want all of her.

  Watching her straddle me backwards, I run my hands over her back as she gently lowers her entrance onto my massive rod.

  “Ohhh, you’re so big,” she moans, leaning back, her hair falling across my face as she eases herself around my cock. Her back is arched toward me as she swivels her hips gently.

  When I’m inside her, she lifts herself up, grabbing hold of my thighs as she rides me from behind.

  I hold her ass cheeks with one hand, my other hand reaching up to her perfect round globes, massaging one as she moves up and down on me.

  “Oh, yeah, honey, that’s good,” I tell her. I’m so turned on by her nice ass and narrow waist, her soft skin and the way she gyrates on top of me.

  My cock stretches as it’s ready to come, but I want her to come first. I thrust in her, as she swivels faster around my base, and she moans in delight as my groin is covered with her wet pussy. I love it when she pours out her juice for me, when the walls of her pussy explode, releasing all her hotness.

  “Oh, Jaxon, fuck me,” she says, falling back on my chest again as I thrust harder and deeper into her core. “Fuck me hard.”

  I love the dirty words coming out of her mouth, her pouty lips moaning in ecstasy.

  I can’t take it anymore, and I don’t want to. I shoot my come in her perfect pussy and she moans, falling forward as the orgasm ripples through both of us.

  Her hands grip my thighs tight as she holds on for dear life. When my seed enters her already swollen core, she is undone.

  She climbs off me, and kneels close to me, kissing me tenderly.

  “Oh, Jaxon ... do we really get this, forever?”

  “We do, honey. We do.”

  25

  JAX

  My parents arrive a few days after the hospital scare with Harper. She and I are cleaning up breakfast dishes when we hear the RV pull up to the cabin.

  “My folks are here,” I tell her. I’ve filled her in on my mom and dad, how they are about as homegrown as you can get, but I know that after the drama with her parents earlier this week nothing about family sounds all that safe right now.

  “Do I look all right?” Harper asks. I smirk, never once having heard this woman utter something self-conscious about her appearance. She grew up in a fucked-up house, but one thing her family taught her was that humility was important. Harper never seems caught up in the way she looks.

  It reminds me that this really is a big deal. The woman I am engaged to marry, who will give birth to my parents’ first three grandsons, is about to meet the people who raised me.

  “Harper,” I say, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “you are amazing in too many ways to count. My parents are fools if they don’t love you. Fuck, they won’t be welcome in my home if they don’t recognize how important you are to me. You are my everything.”

  “Shush,” Harper says, pressing her hand over my mouth. She always cuts me off when I compliment her, but it doesn’t stop me from letting her know how I goddamned feel.

  I pull open the front door, cup of steaming black coffee in my hand. Jameson runs into the driveway, hollering at their ride. Harper sidles up next to me, cream and sugar balancing out her mug. She finds my hand, and I squeeze back, hoping my parents react the way I’ve been promising her.

  Their RV is massive, and it’s barely stopped before my mom jumps out, barreling toward us.

  “Harper, my darling, look at you!” She’s pulling us both into a hug before we can say hello. “I never thought I’d see the day my boy found himself a wife, let alone one as pretty as you. And triplets to boot!”

  Harper’s blushing within seconds, and I try to suppress a grin. My mom here is going to relieve a hell of a lot of pressure. She’s wanted grandkids since I was in high school. Which is weird, but also the motherfucking truth.

  “Let the kids breathe, Sandy,” my dad calls out, stepping out of their rig.

  “Oh, they’re fine, Stu.” Mom waves Dad off, kissing me on both cheeks. “They’ve been shacked up in this cabin for a while. It’s high time they have some company.”

  “No one’s arguing with that, but you’ve just met the girl,” Dad says, before pulling me into a hug. He then offers my fiancée his hand. “So good to meet you, Harper. And, sweetie, I’m guessing you’re a special one if you’ve decided to spend your life with this fool. Not every woman would be up to the challenge.”

  “Or want to be,” Mom says, then realizing her statement could come off as a little awkward, she waves us into the house. “You know I meant nothing by it, Harper, I’m sure you know the way Jax has been these last ... well, forever. Jax has never found himself wanting to commit. But my guess is, he was just waiting for you.”

  “I’d like to think that,” Harper says, her eyes wide as she takes in our little family dynamic. Mom speaking her mind, Dad making the peace, and me being the stereotype.

  “You got anymore of that coffee?” Mom asks Harper.

  “Sure do.” Harper and my mom head to the kitchen, where my mom starts asking all sorts of personal and detailed questions about her life, the pregnancy, and her plans for the birth.

  I don’t want to talk about vaginas with my mother.

  “You good, Harper?” I holler. When she nods, I make a beeline out the front door with my dad.

  I have a few projects in store for him the next few months, and I need to be sure he intends to stay around.

  HARPER

  My stomach is officially enormous. I knew it would be big—I mean, triplets—but this is something else. And I still have three months to go.

  “These boys are gonna each weigh ten pounds, I swear.” I sit in the leatherback chair, trying to catch my breath after climbing down the ladder leading to the loft. “I’m not climbing up there again; it isn’t safe,” I tell Jaxon, who smiles as he offers me an ice-cold glass of tea.

  “Okay, no worries.” Jaxon shrugs, his mouth turned into a perfect smirk. Sex appeal drips off him in ways he doesn’t even know.

  But still. Right now, I have no space for joking. This nesting instinct is real. And the corner of the cabin filled with baby supplies is a growing mountain. I have no idea where it will all go once unpacked. Or where I will even sleep.

  “No worries? Jax ... we really need to make a plan with this house. I mean, your mom has been so great with helpin
g us get things for the babies, but last time she took me to town, and we walked around Target—babe, there are a hundred more things we need. And this cabin is....”

  “Way too small.”

  “It is.” A sigh escapes my lips. I’ve been trying not to overthink, not to overanalyze Jaxon’s choices ... not to get huffy about the fact he and his dad trudge into the forest all day, every day, chopping wood or whatever they say they are doing. But, as I look around, all I can think is that we need a bigger home.

  “Your parent’s RV is better equipped to handle the triplets than this cabin is,” I say, trying to stay calm. “I’ve wanted to be positive ... but, Jaxon, this isn’t going to work.”

  “It’s just the cabin that isn’t working, right, not you and I? Not our life, our plans, right?” Jaxon asks, kneeling before me the same way he did when he proposed. I see the concern written on his face and it warms me to him.

  The last few months together have been everything. Jaxon and I are finding a groove. A sometimes awkward, sometimes all-out fight, groove. A groove that gives me rug burn, and a groove that gets him hard when I least expect it.

  I often find myself whispering in his ear, urging him to get his parents out of the cabin so we can ... well ... enjoy one another’s company.

  His parents being here for three months has been an absolute godsend. Sandy and I have sewn a hundred and fifty cloth diapers—which is a lot, but somehow she was game when I suggested the project. I couldn’t imagine using disposal diapers and creating that much trash out here in the woods. She and I have spent hours debating baby names as we cut and pin fabric.

  And Jaxon and his dad have been in the woods most days; the giant trucks from the mill have come and picked up all the wood he’s felled these past months since he moved out here. I’d think they’d be tired of chopping wood day in and day out, but somehow they always come in at the end of the day with sweat-soaked shirts, and filthy dirty.

  I don’t mind Jaxon taking a shower, I only wish I could join him ... but the baby bump, Jaxon, and I aren’t all going to fit in a space that small.