by Frankie Love
As Jaxon kneels before me, wanting me to confirm that the problem is the cabin and not us, love surges through my heart.
“Of course it’s just the cabin.” I lean forward, kissing him softly, my lips melting to his instantly. Pulling back, I look into his eyes. “And I’m not trying to be dramatic. Maybe we can make it work. Maybe bring the mattress down here, take out these chairs. Use pack ’n plays instead of cribs.” I bite my lip, not knowing how that is realistic.
“Honey, that isn’t going to work. Look at this place. It’s filled to the max with you and me and the damn dog, and there aren’t even any babies here yet.”
“I know—but, Jaxon, but where would we go? You don’t want to leave the mountain; you’ve found peace here, your family here. The city only holds bad memories for both of us.”
“I know,” Jaxon says, his eyebrows knit together as he places his hands on my belly. “I want to stay out here. I can’t imagine moving back, working for Dean in town, and putting up with the bullshit of people who don’t know how to mind their own business.”
“I want to stay out here, too,” I tell him truthfully. “I want my boys to grow up here, learn to walk in the green grass and throw pebbles in the rippling creek. I want to make love to you in the shade of the pine trees, and I want to grow old in front of a fire, built from the logs you’ve hewn.”
“Truly, Harper, you’ll be okay here? Because I don’t want you to sacrifice any more for me. You’ve given up a hell of a lot already.”
“What, like my virginity?” I smile, knowing he likes it when I get haughty. He grins, and a baby does a somersault under his palms. For a moment, the world is still, and our life is complete.
Once the baby settles back down, I run my hands over Jaxon’s scruffy, sexy beard, and rub my thumbs over his cheeks. I hold his face in my hands and kiss him softly.
“Jaxon,” I say, “our life will be simple, but it will be ours. Not the life my parents tried to carve out for me. I want this life, the life born from the melted snow, that came alive in the gentle spring, that grew in the heat of the summer. I want this life with you, and if that life is built in a six-hundred square foot cabin, so be it.”
“This isn’t good enough for you, or our sons.” Jaxon speaks slowly, his hands still firmly on my tummy. “I want to give you more.”
“Baby, don’t,” I start, shaking my head. I wish I’d never complained, never made him question this life we’ve chosen.
“No, Harper. It isn’t enough.” He stands, grabs my hands. “But I will show you what is.”
JAX
I wanted to catch her off guard. Wanted to take her breath away. Wanted her to know that, fuck, I’ve been a bad boy for twenty-eight years, but now I only want to be man. Her man.
And a man takes care of his woman.
Especially a woman as perfect as Harper.
Sure, I proposed, but now I needed her to know I fucking meant what I said. That I’ll take care of her and our boys.
“Where are we going?” she asks, as I pull her out the front door.
It’s a hot summer day; Harper is in this thin white flowing dress, barefoot, her blonde hair loose around her shoulders.
My parents step out of their RV, where it’s been parked for three months.
“Morning, you two. Where you headed?” Dad asks, a gleam in his eye. He knows exactly where we’re going.
“Harper, do you need shoes?” my mom calls to my woman.
“I’m good, Sandy. Jaxon’s got me.”
Holy shit, this woman makes me hard anytime she uses words insinuating that, yeah, she fucking wants me to be her knight in shining armor.
Harper waves good-bye to them as I offer her my hand. She steps into my truck, that curiosity I fell in love with filling her face.
“Where are we going?” she asks, stretching the seat belt over her beautiful belly.
“It’s your wedding present.”
“We haven’t even set a date, Jaxon.”
“An early one, then.” I wink at her, loving this sweet torture.
“Jaxon, this is totally off-topic, but can I be honest with you for a second?” she says as I put the truck in reverse, backing out of the driveway.
I turn up the mountain before answering.
“Uh, sure,” I say. “What’s up?”
“I love your parents being here, but, baby, I am so horny lately. Like, I think it’s a pregnancy thing. My dreams have been out of this world.”
“What kind of dreams?” I turn my head to her, already feeling my cock twitch in my jeans.
“Sex dreams.” She buries her head in her hands, and I laugh. Harper can seem so removed from her fucked-up childhood, but then she blushes when she says sex and can hardly look at me.
Me, who’s seen her naked flesh drenched in sweat, slick with one another as we’ve made love all night. Me, who has licked her pussy in this car, in the woods, on every surface of the cabin. Me, who has enjoyed her tits as I’ve come all over them.
She shouldn’t be blushing over the word sex.
“How sexy are these dreams, Harp?” I ask.
“Very. Like, the most. Like, so sexy that all I want to do is repeat them. But we can’t really do that with your parents so close.”
“Honey, we’ve been fucking for a month with their RV right outside the door.”
“I know, but … in these dreams, I’m really loud.”
I let out a snort.
“Fuck, I’m glad I’m giving you your present now, because we can practice these sex dreams when we get there.”
“We’re going somewhere where you swear no one else is? Because I can’t have the kind of sex I’m looking to have around anyone else.”
“I swear. But, honey, there’s no one for miles anywhere on this road.”
“Then stop the truck. I can’t wait, baby. I need you now.”
“Are you for real?” I ask, shaking my head. I’m about to give this woman a surprise, and all she wants is an orgasm.
“Jaxon, can you stop? Please?” She reaches under her dress and unclasps her bra, maneuvering herself out of it. She pulls it out of her dress and tosses it on the truck bench. “I’m about to lose my mind. I need you. Like, ten minutes ago.
“Good lord, Harper.” She is a crazed, horny, pregnant woman, and—surprise be damned—I can’t help but love her enthusiasm.
I park off the side of the road, and she nearly jumps out of the truck.
“Come on,” she hollers. “Not car sex, I need you to take me against a tree.”
My eyes almost jump out of my head, but this woman isn’t joking.
“You’re unbelievable,” I tell her, following as she darts into the woods. Pine needles cover the forest floor—thankfully, as Harper is barefoot. She doesn’t seem to mind; her mind is singularly focused. “You sure you’re not scared of a bear?”
“Are there bears here?” she asks, whipping her head back toward me.
“No, calm down.” I don’t tell her that, hell yeah, there are bears. We’re in the fucking forest.
She stops in the middle of the path, a fallen log covered in velvety green moss cutting us off from traipsing deeper.
“Here,” she says, her voice filled with desire. “I want you here.” She reaches down to the hem of her dress, lifting it over her head. Her pussy is bare—I have no fucking clue where her panties went—and her tits are full, round globes, waiting to be sucked.
I pull my tee shirt over my head and unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants, take everything off.
We stand naked, in the woods. The timber around us is strong, reaching to the sky, and our toes sink into the earth, and I feel grounded like I never have before.
Harper is before me and all I want to do taste her skin and lick her curves, and press my growing wood into her wet opening.
“Your cock is so hard,” she whimpers, her hands running over her breasts, her nipples hard and tight as she thumbs them softly, licking her lips as she looks me over.
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“And you like it hard, don’t you, Harper?”
“I like it so hard,” she says, pulling her hair back, exposing more of her beautiful belly.
Her skin is stretched over the roundness of our boys, and she is a fucking miracle, standing there like a forest goddess or a nymph. All that’s missing are her goddamned wings. This woman isn’t made for the earth. She’s an angel, and she’s mine.
I pull her to me, her soft skin crushing against the strength of my body. My muscles have been worked the past few months like they’ve never been before. My stomach is chiseled, and my biceps flex as I wrap my arms around her.
“Baby,” she breathes into my chest, kissing my pecs, running her hands across the expanse of my back. “I’m so wet for you.”
My hand reaches between her legs, where her entrance is dripping with desire, and I press my finger into her, thumbing her clit slowly, methodically, knowing my woman likes to build up to her release.
“You like it when I touch?” I ask her.
“I like it when you fuck me,” she says, pushing me toward the fallen log.
I stretch out atop the mossy log, and my cock stands at attention before her.
“Your cock is so good to me,” Harper moans, as she walks to where I’m laying out for her, taking my jeans and balling them up, before tucking them beneath me as a pillow.
“Show me how good it is,” I tell her, wrapping a hand around her thigh as she climbs atop me.
She straddles my thighs, and leans down to press her mouth to my throbbing cock. My whole member tightens as she takes so much of me between her lips. She tightens her mouth around me, bobbing up and down, as my veiny cock hardens even more. Her hands press between her legs, and she rubs her pussy juice over my shaft, running her hand up and down as she sucks me off.
“Oh, yeah, honey.” I groan as she rolls my balls in her hand, massaging them tenderly, but also explosively. I’m gonna come in her mouth if she keeps going at this pace.
She pulls my cock out, licking my tip in fast circles that cause pre-come to release, and she licks that, too, as if my cock is a fucking popsicle.
“You taste so good,” she says, moving forward so she can press my hard rod into her pussy. Sitting down on me, she whimpers as a smile slowly spreads across her face.
“That how loud things got in your sex dream?” I ask, teasingly.
“Not even close, Jaxon.” She pants out the words, a deep guttural moan growing from within her. She slaps my chest, her belly between us, but not hindering our love making at all.
I thrust up, wanting to rock her deep and hard, cause her to let go like a wild animal.
It works; her moaning turns to yelps as she grinds against my massive cock. She buries me inside her, her feet balancing on the forest floor as she straddles me like a motherfucking bull rider.
Her tits bounce as she rides me, swiveling her hips as she edges closer to pleasure. My chest is covered in sweat as I thrust harder into her perfect pussy, her juice pouring over my thighs—and I fucking love it when that happens, when she gushes her desire all over my skin.
I slap her ass, so turned on by being in the wild with her, my woman, who likes it hard and rough, who’s begging me to grind deeper into her core.
She loves fucking me. It’s as if her pussy and my cock were made for one another. Her tight pussy lips wrap so good around my rod, and I want to get her off even more. I press my fingers at her opening, rubbing in circles as she rotates above me.
Her back arches as she gasps in desire, her wailing giving way to full-on screams of ecstasy.
Now this is a motherfucking sex dream.
I thrust again, and again, until my come shoots from my throbbing cock into her core. She stills as the wave of the orgasm unleashes itself through her. She presses her hands to my chest, gripping me as it flows through her.
“Oh. My. God. Jaxon.” She hollers my name as she’s overcome.
I can’t help but think this woman is gonna be a force to be reckoned with when she goes into labor.
She can’t lay down on top of me, not with her pregnant belly, so instead she climbs off me and I sit up. Then she straddles the tree again, this time with her back pressed against my chest. I wrap my arms around her gorgeous stomach, our fresh, sexed smell mixing with the dirt and the moss, the pine trees and the great outdoors.
Later, we dress, make our way back to the truck, a satisfied smile written on her face and a cocky grin surely on mine. I start the truck and her hand finds mine. She laces her fingers through mine as I turn back to the road.
She has no fucking clue what I’ve done for her.
We drive up the hill, only a short mile more, and turn off onto a still unpaved road. The pavement will happen later. For now, my crew and I have only focused on the structure.
When we turn onto the road, the tires grinding over the long, tree-covered dirt road, Harper looks at me again, almost asking a question. Then she stops before any words leave her lips.
I had a sign made. It reads Doe Cabin and, as we pass it, Harper can’t muster any more restraint.
“Whose house are we going to?” she asks.
I don’t answer; I wait until we’ve rounded the corner, and the home is in plain view.
“Our house.”
“Jaxon,” she says, her voice catching on her emotion. “When? How? Really?”
She grabs my hand, taking in the beautiful two-story log cabin, with the wrap-around porch, the stone chimney, the double-front doors that beckon for us to enter.
I smile slyly and get out of the truck, stepping around quickly to her door to help her out. Her eyes are filled with glistening tears, the same bewildered look she had the first night I met her, when she came to my front door in the middle of a snowstorm. When her pale blue eyes met mine, I had no chance of looking anywhere else, ever again.
Harper had me the moment we met.
“I built this home for you, Harper. For our family.”
“All those logs from the yard ... those are here? Built into this house?”
“Every last one. But a lot more, too. Dean wanted to expand our business into custom homes, and our place is the first one we built. My dad did all the carpentry work.”
“In three months? You all did this in three months, for me?”
“Well, to be fair, some days we’d have a crew of thirty men up here.” I take her hand and we cross the stone walkway toward the porch. Trees surround us in every direction and mountain peaks rise above them.
“So it wasn’t just the trucks from the wood mill cutting up the mountain everyday?”
I shake my head, unlocking the front door. “Wanna see inside?”
Harper stops, not taking a step in.
“This feels momentous,” she says, her eyes filled with love and light. “It’s like the first step into our new life.”
“Then, honey, let me carry you over the threshold of our forever.”
Epilogue
Five months later…
HARPER
The cabin is warm, a glowing fire keeping us warm on this February night. The forest green upholstered rocker was a baby gift from Dean, and I appreciate that his current girlfriend helped him pick it out as it matches the lodge-esque interior of my hand-built home.
I cradle Cedar as I nurse him to sleep, marveling at his little nose and his tiny mouth nestled against my skin, suckling as he falls into slumber.
Cedar is my smallest babe, but not by much. The triplets, born six weeks early, weren’t ten pounds a piece as I’d feared, but his brothers were each a pound and a half heavier–seven!–than little Cedar.
“Alder and Spruce are out,” Jaxon says from upstairs, taking the steps two at a time as he comes into the great room.
“Shhh,” I say, running my hand over Cedar’s head. “You’ll wake him.”
“I got this, honey,” he says, coming over and taking Cedar from my arms. Milk drool escapes his heart-shaped lips, and Jaxon expertly positions him
in his arms.
I follow Jaxon upstairs to where the boys sleep in their cradles in our master bedroom.
Jaxon sets Cedar in his, making sure he is tightly swaddled.
“I can’t believe they’re all sleeping at the same time,” I say, my eyes fighting to stay open.
The past four months have been every bit as hard as I feared, but I constantly look at the framed print Jaxon hung in our room.
Last year at this time, when I was left a week before my wedding, lost in a snowstorm, looking for a savior, Keep Calm and Carry On was the motto I claimed for myself. It has never been more timely—because, oh my heart, triplets are a lot of work.
“I think we all need to try to sleep at the same time,” Jaxon says, wrapping his arms around my much-flatter-but-not-nearly-the-same stomach.
“Really, Jaxon, you wanna sleep right now?” I ask, suddenly awake. “Because alone time with my sexy lumberjack is not something I have that often.”
“In that case, I’ll show you some wood.”
We both start to laugh at his cheesy line, the line that has actually worked on me more times than I’d like to admit.
But then immediately we clap our hands over one another’s mouths.
Sex may be on the table, but keeping the babies asleep is most important.
Life is funny like that. Things change, priorities shift. I have an engagement ring on my finger but I’m not racing to get married. Right now I have more than enough.
Right now, I have all I need.
~THE END~
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ACE 1
A BAD BOY ROMANCE
By FRANKIE LOVE
1
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I don’t take women to bed.
I take them against the wall, hard and fast, and when I come I make sure they remember.