Lumberjack Love

by J. L. Beck

  “What do you do out here all by yourself? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking that is?” I was curious what it was that he did for a living. I heard about mountain men, and people that lived out in the woods because they didn’t like city folk, but Jackson didn’t seem like that type.

  “My grandpa’s had a long standing relationship with the people around this area. I harvest and split wood for them and they pay me to do it. It’s a simple job really…” Jackson eyed me with the same curiosity I was him.

  “Since you’ve been yacking at me, asking all these questions, let me ask you something…” He leaned into my body, even though we were only a few feet from one another in the small confines of the kitchen, and spoke. “Why are you running?” I blinked, having realized he finally asked his question. His body sucked all the air out of the room, and his size, well, it should’ve scared me but there was a part of me deep down inside that clung to the need to be close to him, because I knew if anyone could protect me from Roger, it was Jackson.

  “If I tell you, you can’t freak out okay?” Jackson lifted an eyebrow as if to say, Seriously?

  “Roger, my ex-boyfriend, dropped me off out here on the side of the road, probably hoping to leave me for dead. I don’t want to chance him finding me, and honestly, I feel safe here with you. So, I’m not running, at least not really. I’m standing in place until I can figure out where to go from here,” I whispered the last part about feeling safe with him, my cheeks warming with heat and desire as I said the words.

  Jackson seemed just as taken back by what I said as I was, because he placed the bowl on the counter and was on me like a lion sinking its claws into its prey. His large hands gripped me by the hips gently, as he lifted me and placed my ass on the edge of the counter. My entire body was on fire, and the look in his eyes said he didn’t plan on doing anything but fan the flames.

  “This Roger guy is going to come back for you…?” He tipped my chin up, a darkness looming in his eyes as I nodded my head up and down. Roger would, I knew it. If anything, he would come back to ensure that I was dead.

  I could see the strength in his jaw, and wanted to run my fingers along the edge to see if it was as sharp as it looked. His teeth ground together as a contemplative look took over his features. What could he be contemplating? Before I could even digest what was happening, his lips were on mine and they were strong and tight as he kissed like a man that was tasting water for the first time.

  My hands moved up his large arms and onto his shoulders, where I pulled him tighter to my chest. I could feel his hard erection poking me in the leg as he moved my legs apart, and I wanted more than anything to unleash the beast inside of his pants and see what he was made of.

  “You taste like sunshine, Lola,” he whispered, nibbling on my bottom lip. He had no idea how good he himself tasted.

  “Well, you taste like a man… A real man.” I placed my hand against his chest, right over his heart, against the flannel button down he wore. I could feel the strong thud of his heart just beneath the surface. I knew my own would be beating the same way if I felt it right this second, and it made me wonder if fate could bring two people that needed each other together. If fate had brought Jackson and I together?

  “Do you believe in fate, sweetheart?” Jackson asked, his voice just above a whisper. I could feel his fingers running through my hair. The simple gesture making my body, melt into a mushy pile of nothing.

  “I believe that there are mysterious things in this universe, and that maybe whatever is happening between us is one of them. I know I should be afraid of you, of a man that I don’t know all that well, but that I can’t be. Not when everything about you seems perfect. Not when I know for some strange reason you won’t ever do anything to hurt me. I’ve known you all of five minutes, Jackson, and I trust you more than I have anyone ever in my life.” I snuggled my head into his chest further, wishing I could burrow myself deep inside him.

  I couldn’t explain the way he made me feel, not accurately anyway, but I needed him to understand that I knew what it was he was feeling and that he wasn’t alone in whatever emotions were running rampant in his mind.

  “Strangely I feel the same way, Lola, and I think that is what makes all of this that much more magical. We don’t know each other, but we still feel that connection. We still feel the tingle, the zap, and the sting of what could be….” I had never felt this way before, not even with Roger, and the longer I stayed in that position against Jackson’s chest, the more I could see myself with him. There would be no running, no fighting, no hate or shame, it would just be Jackson and I.

  And I wanted that. I longed for it, and if I thought about it long enough, I knew it could become a reality.

  Chapter Three

  Jackson

  I was awake and splitting wood by sunrise, even though my body begged me to stay in bed for another hour or two. I was up most of the night thinking about Lola, and when I wasn’t thinking about her, I was dreaming about all the things I wanted to do to her. A man like me knew better than that though. I wasn’t the type to let go of something once I found it, and Lola… Well, let’s just say I wanted to claim her in more ways than one.

  “Are there any berry bushes around here?” Lola’s sweet voice lingered in my ears as I brought the axe down on another large piece of wood. It was impossible to focus when she was nearby, and now she wanted to ask me questions? I almost laughed when I turned around and saw what she was wearing. She’d taken one of my flannel shirts and turned it into a dress.

  A fuckin’ dress. I should’ve been furious with her for ruining a perfectly good shirt, but all I could think about was her perfectly toned legs wrapping around my hips while I sank deep inside of her and the way her nails would drag across my back. Would she moan my name out loud?

  “Berry bushes…” I cleared my throat of any arousal before speaking. Placing my axe against my shoulder, I pondered the thought. I remember being a kid and picking berries with my grandma now that I thought about it.

  “Yeah, I want to make you some muffins. Something sweet for you.” The only muffin I wanted was the one between her legs, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. Not just yet.

  “Down the hill over there by the river should be some berry bushes. Don’t go too far as the river water can sometimes rise fast, and I promise you don’t want to be caught there if that happens,” I warned, hoping she would heed the warning and pay attention to her surroundings. She gave me a smile that made my bones quake with need and skipped away. I had to take a couple deep breaths to calm my cock and my blood. I had never wanted a woman like I did Lola.

  She stirred something inside of me, an instinct to protect, claim, and provide for someone other than myself. I couldn’t admit it out loud, but she scared the hell out of me. The feelings she gave me scared me, and if I gave in to them the way I wanted to, I knew something bad would happen.

  Which is why I shoved all those thoughts of her and I fucking to the back of my mind, and as I exhaled a breath, I promised myself I would try to focus more on the task at hand and less on what I couldn’t have.

  Lifting the axe, I got back to work, moving the wood and splitting it with little effort. The sun was beating on my back, and sweat was dripping down my face, but I still had an entire pile of wood that needed split and stacked.

  There wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t used to the heat and physical labor of this job, and even if there had been, I had no time to nurse an injury. I simply pushed past the pain and moved on.

  An hour of time had ticked by when I finally stopped for a drink of water. As soon as I paused long enough to adjust my hearing to my surroundings a quiet shriek met my ears. I threw the axe down without questioning and sprinted in the direction of Lola’s voice, which sounded panicked.

  What if a bear got to her? Or the water had risen and pulled her under? A million different things ran through my mind of what could have happened to her. I clenched my fists tightly as I rounded the cor
ner at the bottom of the dirt path, surveying the river and trying to find Lola. My heart thudded into my throat as soon as my eyes landed on her standing in a thick mud pit.

  “I’m sorry…” I could hear the emotions in her voice but I didn’t care. I didn’t care that she was sorry, I just wanted her to be okay. Springing into action, I walked out into the mud where she was stuck. I had done the same thing a million and one times as kid, and I was always too weak to get out. That was then though, and now I was a man, with a whole lot of strength behind him.

  “Shhhh. You‘re fine, Lola.” I soothed her, reaching out for her hand. She was up to her knees in thick mud and the hot sun above us wasn’t making matters any better. We needed to move slowly, but efficiently. My fingers grasped onto Lola’s and I used her body weight to pull myself further out into the thick mud. With my height the mud was nothing, but for someone like Lola It could easily become overpowering.

  Moving fast, I grabbed Lola by the hips with both of my hands and pulled her from the mud, placing her belly against my shoulder. The mud made a loud sucking sound as it released its hold on her. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit bad about this. Not that it was my fault, but I should’ve warned her about the mud pits and that though they didn’t look deep, they were sometimes.

  “I’m really sorry, Jackson. I didn’t think it was that deep, and I figured I could cross it since there wasn’t water on that side,” Lola confessed, still sounding scared, as I moved us out of the smelly mud. Her legs were covered in mud, and with them against my chest, we were both dirty.

  “Goddamnit, Lola, just shut up for a second.” I exploded with frustration, stomping all the way back up the path and to the cabin. Once there, I placed her outside by the small outdoor shower. Her tiny frame slid down my body like nothing.

  She was so tiny and weightless, and that terrified me. What if something worse had happened to her out there?

  I flicked the knob on, turning it straight to hot. Then I looked at Lola, her beautiful blue eyes looked haunted. What did that Roger guy do to her?

  “Take off your clothes…” I ordered. She had mud on her face, up her legs, and on her hands. I knew this was pushing my already strained limits when it came to wanting her, but I didn’t care, not now. Not when I was responsible for this mess. I should’ve just gone down there with her. No one knew the property like I did.

  She licked her lips, her pink tongue darting out. My cock grew stiff, and my belly filled with butterflies. Was she going to listen to me, or was I going to have to rip her clothing from her body?

  “Is that what you want?” She purred in question, her eyes growing wide as she waited for me to answer. Was that what I wanted? Yes, yes it was, but I also had this deep need to make sure she was okay, and to examine with my own two eyes her entire body from head to toe.

  “Yes. Take off your clothes before I rip them off of you,” I ordered gruffly. I inhaled through my nostrils, taking in her scent mixed with sweat, dirt, and mud. She was beautiful even when she was covered in mud.

  “I don’t know if that’s….” The words expelled from her mouth in a rush but I was done being gentlemen like. My patience had been shredded. The fact that she was tempting me right and left didn’t help matters. She made the man deep inside of me want to come out and play.

  Without warning, I pounced on her, my hands gripping the bottom of the dress roughly. I lifted it, pulling it up over her torso and then head, her face a mask of shock. My hands shook as I dropped the muddy dress to the ground at my feet, leaving Lola in all her glory before me.

  “Not hard, sweetheart. I told ya if you didn’t take the dress off yourself I was going to rip it off ya. Didn’t believe me?” She retreated, taking a step back until her backside was flush with the brick wall. One of her tiny hands lifted and rested against my chest, right over my heart. I knew she could feel my racing pulse beneath her hand. Still, it didn’t bother me if she knew that she was the reason for the racing of it. I stared deeply into her eyes, the hot spray of the water cascading over us.

  “Has anyone ever told you how intimidating you look?” Her voice wobbled as she looked up at me with concern in her eyes. The need to kiss her consumed me, and before I could stop myself, or even think about what could happen, I placed my lips against her warm ones.

  Her hands clamped onto my shoulders, and I nibbled on her bottom lip, begging for her to open up to me. When she did, and my tongue finally slipped into her mouth, it felt like heaven had descended on us. No words could explain the way I was feeling.

  One of my hands moved over the straps of her bra pushing them down, while the other blazed a path down her backside, where I squeezed her firm ass. She moaned into my mouth and I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried. Taking a step forward, I hiked her body up mine, my cock grinding against her sweet spot.

  “I want to fuck you right now, and I’ve never wanted that with anyone before…” A shudder made its way down my spine. My cock was on the verge of busting out of my jeans, and I knew I had to have Lola now.

  “No one else?” She sounded out of breath, her tiny nails raking against my bare chest, as I lifted her leg higher up, feeling the heat from her pussy. I had never done this before, but I was positive about a few things, and one of them was that anything that had to do with Lola was going to be the most exhilarating thing ever.

  “No one,” I growled, my lips crashing down on hers once more. She made quick work of my jeans while I ripped her panties from her body. I didn’t want one Goddamn thing separating our bodies. As soon as my jeans were undone, I shucked them to the ground, my cock springing free and at full attention.

  “You’re huge…” she panted, her eyes dropping down to my cock. All I could do was smirk because I didn’t know if I was huge or not. All I knew was that this bad-boy was going to be sliding balls deep inside her tight cunt.

  “You’re beautiful.” I gripped her by the back of the head as I centered my cock at her entrance. Her juices dripped from her pussy and onto my cock. “Are you ready for me baby?” I nipped at her earlobe, my cock slipping between her folds with ease. She arched into my touch, her tits pressing against my wet chest. We were both still covered in mud, but the need to touch each other was stronger than anything else, including the need to be clean.

  “Ahh, Jackson…” Confidence like I never felt before pumped through my veins. I didn’t know what I was doing, but it all felt right and Lola’s moans of pleasure seemed to be guiding me in the right direction.

  “I’ve never done this before.” My voice cracked, as nervousness filled my belly. I wanted to do this right and I wanted it to be perfect because I knew, deep down in my gut, that Lola was the one I wanted to share this moment with.

  I rested my forehead against hers and we stood there, tangled up in each other. Lola lifted her small hand to my cheek and guided my lips to hers. I was still holding her against the wall, her entire body weight on my arms.

  “You’re a virgin, Jackson…” She sounded amazed, and even a little bit shocked but there was no mean smirk on her face. I nodded my head yes, and swallowed the knot in my throat.

  “I’ve been saving it for the day that fate brought me a woman worth keeping, and I believe I’ve found that woman.” I smiled, pressing my lips against hers once more, letting the words I had said sink in.

  Lola didn’t protest, she simply pulled me in closer, as if she couldn’t get enough of me, her legs trying to wrap tighter around my hips. Placing one hand underneath her arm to hold her in place and the other at her hip, I did exactly what my body had been begging me to do all along.

  I sank balls deep inside her.

  Chapter Four

  Lola

  I used to think that I knew what love was and that I had found my Prince Charming when I met my ex. All that changed though, the moment that Jackson slid deep inside of me, his cock impaling me and shoving every bad memory I ever had in my life away.

  He banished the bad thoughts and replaced them w
ith warm love. He made my legs weak, and my body a heaping pile of mush. Every thrust inside me showed me exactly the kind of man he was.

  “I knew you would feel this good,” he groaned in my ear. All I could feel was him, and I loved it.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes,” I moaned, my back scraping against the brick wall. I didn’t care if I got injured being fucked senseless by this man, I just wanted his touch.

  “I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold out much longer. Your pussy is just too tight…” he hissed between his teeth. I could feel his movements becoming jerky, and I knew it would be only a few seconds before he came.

  “Make me cum,” I ordered him, and he moved right into action, one of his hands slipping between our bodies, finding that tight little bundle of nerves that would send me shooting into outer space. As soon as his finger scraped against my clit, tingles of pleasure erupted across my skin.

  “Fall apart, baby. Cum all over my cock.” His dirty words, combined with the way his cock owned me and his fingers strummed my clit, sent me over the edge. Zings of pleasure shot through my core, and as soon as my pussy started to clench, I felt Jackson’s hot semen filling my hole.

  “So tight… So good…” he whispered in my ear, his body sagging against mine. I love the weight of his body, the way his large hands controlled my body, and how his kisses made my head do crazy things.

  I was still dirty, covered in mud all up my legs, but the little bit of a shower we took seemed to wash away most of the mess. Jackson pulled out of me, and the loss of his cock left a void deep in my chest. I already missed his presence inside my body. He released me, gently setting my feet on the ground. My thighs rubbed together and I could feel right away that Jackson had been there.

  That deep, delicious, worked over feeling settled deep into my bones. Jackson watched me, the look in his eyes scaring me as he seemed to be worried about something.

  “Did I hurt you?” He blurted the question out, grabbing me by the chin as he spoke. I shook my head no.